HOPEFULLY THE BEGINNING OF A LONG TERM STORY. IT'S SET SOMETIME WITHIN SEASON 5 AND I WILL BE REFFERING TO EVENTS WITHIN THE SHOW JUST TO WARN YOU. SO ENJOY, BE KIND AND REVIEW :D

Hells Angel

I don't really know much about my life. My real life that is. I can tell you about the fake life I have. Foster parents Elena and Mark who insist I call them mom and dad even though clear genetic markers show I am not theirs. Elena and Mark both have bold strong features they're tall and lanky with light coloring whereas I'm short and muscular with bright red hair (thank you hair dye) and dark eyes. I am also a hunter, my foster parents don't know this bit, at just seven years old I ended up in hell I was a child killer. I know touchy subject and I am not really going to go into details but it was not my idea. After my own death I ended up in hell but I wasn't on the rack, I guess even demons have hearts, I was just in a room on my own I was just lying there lost when a bright light appeared before me it pulled me out of hell, its hand scorching my back. I've been looking for him ever since. For a while nothing really interesting happened for a long time then something did.

Four people were dead already, the only connection between the lot of them was they all worked at the Royal Bank. It had taken a while but I'd finally discovered who the spirit was, Kenny Warren, who had one point worked security and after he lost his job tried to rob the back and died in the process. But here's the catch his body was put through an incinerator - no body to salt and burn - so I was heading to the bank to find something that could have belonged to Warren. I chucked the salt and lighter fluid into a bag before zipping it up and throwing it over my shoulder. I quietly slid my window open and stepped out onto the lower roof of my foster parents house I quickly slid down the tiles and hooked my hands onto the edge of the roof I leaned forward and pulled my body up into a handstand like I was about to dive. Then I did I hit the ground landing on my knees, the drop from the second roof to the ground wasn't as big as it looked. I smiled looking up no ordinary teen could have down that twelve years worth of gymnastics got me somewhere. I quickly jogged up the drive and got my bike pulling my helmet on I sped off towards the bank. It was easier then I though it would be to get into a bank and realized that I would make a pretty good cat burglar I padded down the hallway to the guard house where whatever was keeping the spirit here world be. I had just reached the guard house then I herd two male voices,

"I'm telling you Sammy there's got to be something here,"

Sammy? She knew that voice it belonged to the drop dead gorgeous hunter Dean Winchester. She rounded the corner and looked at the two boys. They looked good but I could see in their eyes, they were worn out well who wouldn't be doing this job. It was Sam who noticed her first, he looked uncomfortable at once,

"Um Hey, wasn't expecting to see you here,"

Dean spun around to face her then a big smile spreading across his face, "Angel, long time no see,"

"Heya Dean," I walked over to him and gave him a hug, standing up on my toes so I could wrap my arms around his shoulders, I nodded towards Sam,

"Hey Sam," he nodded back but made no move to come near me. Me and the youngest Winchester had never really got along, I had know them for a good six years now and it was well known that I was a bit of a wild child which fitted in well with Dean's personality,

"So Angel cakes I guess your hunting the same spirit me and Sammy are after,"

"Yeah one Kenny Warren, been suffocating workers, nice guy right,"

"Only problem is," Sam commented, "We have no idea what belonged to him,"

"So we can't smoke him," Dean finished,

My eyes flittered around the room for a moment before coming to rest on a mounted truncheon,

"What about that?" I pointed to the part of the wall it was on,

Sam looked at me skeptically before walking over to it as soon as he got close he collapsed to his knees gasping for air,

"Sammy!" Dean went running over to his brother only to get thrown across the room. I slammed my bag down a pulled out an iron rod followed by salt and lighter fluid. The spirit chose that moment to appear in front of me. I swung the iron rod expertly and the spirit broke apart for a moment. I chose then to drop the iron rod and run over to where the truncheon was mounted on the wall, I pulled it down and salted it before soaking it in lighter fluid I pulled my favorite lighter out of the back pocket of my skinny jeans and pressed it into the truncheon, Kenny Warren screamed as he went up in flames with his once beloved truncheon. I looked down at Sam who was laying on the floor by my feet breathing heavily,

"You okay?" I asked him, he gave a slight nod, I looked over to Dean who was npt attempting to pull himself up off the floor,

"I'm alright. I think my egos bruised more then anything. You alright,"

I flashed him my best smile, one that I usually reserve for flirting, "Practically on cloud nine."

Not long later we were loading stuff into Deans impala. I had always loved his car she was a beauty but unfortunately I had never had the privilege of driving it,

"So can we give ya a lift home Angel?"

"Nah I got my bike and I got to sneak back inside before the evil foster parents notice I'm gone,"

"Right I forgot you're still stuck in the system,"

"Too right,"

"When are you 18 Angel?" Sam asked,

"Tomorrow whoo," I answered sarcastically,

"So are you going to leave your foster parents house?"

"Geez Sam you going to ask me questions all night? Besides I don't know I got no where to go,"

"Don't be stupid Angel cakes you come on the road hunting with us and I'm sure Bobby would love to see you again,"

"Yeah I guess thanks Dean,"

He leaned back against his beloved impala and whistled, "Eighteen? When did you grow up?"

I smiled at him, "Apparently a long time before you did."

-TBC-