A/N: Hello :D Thank you for taking the moment to read my story. I do have an original character in here so I hope you don't hate her. This is my interpretation of what could've been for Castiel. Also I just wanted to add that the plot is going to follow the show pretty strictly, just a warning haha

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural the show, or the wonderfully amazing characters. But I do own Alex and her story.

Chapter 1

Dean stared at the television, watching intently as two doctor's kissed passionately on the screen. Sam slowly approached from the bathroom of the house they were momentarily squatting in, fixing the cuff of his shirt, watching Dean with an eyebrow raised.

"What are you watching?" he asked.

Dean, not taking his eyes off the screen said, "A hospital show. Dr. Sexy MD. It was based on a book." Sam laughed.

"When did you hit menopause?" he joked as he walk past Dean to retrieve his jacket. Dean rolled his eyes and stood up, smoothing out the jacket he was already wearing.

"It's called channel surfing."

Alexandra walked into the abandoned house, her bones aching. She'd been traveling for miles with an old pervert and she just wanted to sleep. She walked into the den, finding a suitable couch to lie on and sat down. She sighed, relieved as she dropped her bag on the floor next to her, the guns on the inside hitting the floor with a loud thud. She took her hair out of her long worn ponytail and took off her jacket. She reached inside of her bag, finding her well-used knife, and slipping in carefully under her pillow. She covered herself with her jacket and relaxed against the pillow. Touching one hand on the handle of the knife, she quickly fell asleep.

She hadn't noticed the laptop sitting quietly on the table in the dinning room or the bags at the other side of the room.

3 hours later

Dean and Sam went their separate ways to cover more ground faster. Sam went off to check out the crime scene while Dean was going to the house to check up on the victim. Of course when he walked into the den all he got was a knife to his neck.

As soon as Alex heard the creek of the front door open she had her knife out and her jacket had fallen quietly to the floor. She stood up and walked swiftly to the wall, pushing herself against it. She listened to the heavy footsteps of a man walking her way. Right as he came into her line of sight she leaped out at him, pressing the knife tightly against his neck.

Without thinking Dean elbowed the girl in the stomach. She let go as the wind was knocked out of her. He took advantage of her momentary pause and grabbed the hand with the knife in it and twisted it against her back, using it as leverage as he roughly shoved her against the wall.

Alex struggled fruitlessly with the tight grip on her arm.

"Wait! Please!" she begged, hoping it would be enough to make him let her go. If only she could take off her glove, trying to touch him. She wriggled her hand, trying to get it off. All he did was pushed her tighter against the wall.

"Who are you?" he growled in her ear. His lips brushed against her ear and that was all she needed. She saw the worst moment of this man's life flash before her eyes as.

A man, maybe a bit younger then the one that was holding her, was holding his arm as if he was injured and they were walking toward each other.

"Dean." The younger man whispered. All of a sudden Dean's eyes widened.

"Sam, watch out!" another man came out of nowhere and stabbed Sam in the back, then ran off.

Alex watched as Sam died in Dean's arms.

Normally, if Alex were in this position with anyone else, she would've used this knowledge to stun her captivator, giving her enough time to run or kill. But this memory was one she'd seen before.

"Dean…" she whispered. Dean quickly turned her around, wrapping his hands around her throat as he glared at her.

"Who are you?" he asked again.

"You don't know me, but I know you, Dean Winchester." He began to squeeze, her eyes widened.

"How do you know my name?" she tried to keep a cool head.

"They talk about you two all the time." She said, hoping he would take the bite and let go of her so she could explain. All he did was squeeze a bit tighter. She brought her gloved hand up to touch his, she could feel her throat being closed up.

"What are you?"

"Hunter. I'm a hunter. My name is Alex." She said quickly, her face beginning to turn red.

"I don't believe you." He said, his eyes boring into hers. She quickly pulled off her gloves, starting to feel dizzy from the effects of being strangled, and touched both palms to the sides of his head. And before he even knew what she was doing, he saw his entire confrontation with the crossroads demon to save Sam flash before his eyes lasting only about a couple of seconds. She let go of his and the memory ended. He released her neck, making her fall to the floor gasping for air.

She knew she'd have a more difficult time with him if she showed him is brother dying all over again so she chose a different route. Despite the fact she was getting better at picking a choosing the memories she'd use, she would also get some extra stuff that happened before or after the memory she chose.

As she tried to regain her breath he ran over to the kitchen to grab some holy water he had stashed away. He walked back quickly. She looked up at him only to be splashed with holy water.

"Jesus Christ, Dean." She said, clearly annoyed as she wiped the water off of her face. "Have any other test you'd like to perform on me?"

Satisfied momentarily he closed the clasp on the bottle. "A couple actually."

She pulled out her necklace she had inside her shirt and showed it to him. "Pure iron." she said. The necklace was a single pure iron, angel wing on a thin chain. The charm was simple, not at all showy or intricately done up. But it was beautiful in it's simplicity.

Dean gave the necklace a look, then nodded. "How long have you had it?"

She put her necklace back inside her shirt and stood up, "About four years." He nodded slowly, obviously unsure about her.

"How did you do that? That picture thing inside my head?" she clenched her teeth together. She knew how he would react to her ability and he wouldn't like it one bit.

"I don't think I want to tell you." She said stubbornly. He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Either you tell me, or I kill you. You're choice." She swallowed past the lump in her throat. Before she could answer though, the front door opened again.

"Hey, Dean. Did you find any…" he trailed off as he caught sight of Alex, "…thing." He ended lamely. "Dean, what's going on here?" he asked, staring at Alex.

"She was here when I got in. She attacked me." Alex watched as Sam's eyes jumped to the ceiling over her head, no doubt looking for a Devil's Trap.

"I'm not a demon Sam. I'm a hunter." She approached him slowly, holding her hand out to him. "I'm Alex." He stared at her, confused, then took her hand.

"No, Sam. Don't!" Dean said quickly, but not quick enough. Alex pulled any memory of his, anything that would make an effect on him, then replayed it for him. She ended up choosing the moment Dean said, "If I didn't know you, I'd want to hunt you." Then she pullet go of him and watched him, waiting for a reaction. He slowly raised his eyes to hers.

"How did you do that?" he asked as calmly as he could.

"I have these…powers." She said, trying to look for the right words. "Like yours." she gave a humorless laugh, "You and I are more alike then you think." Then paused, "Well, aside from the drinking of the demon blood. I haven't stooped that low quite yet." She said. Dean glared and took another step towards her but Sam ignored him.

"How old are you?" he asked.

"27." She answered.

"And why are you her alone? Don't you have a family or a college life to get back to?" Dean interjected.

"My family is dead." She said as she turned an icy glare at him. "Azazel killed them." She answered, softening a bit as she turned to Sam again. "My mother at 6 months, then my father when I was 18." She turned back to Dean, "And no, I don't have a college life to get back to. I'm a hunter. It's apart of the job description to be undereducated in things that have nothing to do with hunting, isn't it?" she said sarcastically. Both Sam and Dean ignored this, shocked by what she said before.

"But…that means…" said Sam, struggling for words.

She sighed "I was supposed to be apart of the final showdown between all the physic freaks, but Yellow Eyes never found me." She said, "Don't know why. I suppose he had no real use for me." She paused, "Although if that were the case I don't know why he didn't just kill me himself." She mused to herself. She shrugged, "Well it's probably because you two got to him first." She gave them a sardonic smile.

They continued to ignore her snarky attitude, "But, if you were never apart of the…showdown," he said, putting air quotes around 'showdown', "then how do you know about it?"

She sighed, "I hear them talking all the time."

Dean stepped up this time, "Who? The Angels?" he asked quickly.

"No." she said, "Try the other team."

"The demons." Sam said quietly. Dean looked at Sam, incredulously and back at Alex.

"You hear demons?"

Alex nodded, "All the time." She smiled, "And you two are quite a hot topic." She said, and then looked back at Sam. "Especially you Sam." She said, "A lot of them think you would've been a great leader." Then shrugged, "Some still think you are." Sam's face dropped slightly, getting the reference that many of the demons were happy about him releasing Lucifer.

"So you are a demon." Dean said, beginning to look more and more on edge.

"Haven't I shown you that I'm not a demon? Splash me with holy water again if you'd like. There won't be any difference."

"So…you just have Demon Radio going on up there?" he asked.

Alex shrugged, "You could call it that."

Sam shook his head, "Okay so, you're a hunter?"

"I think we've established that more then once already." He ignored her.

"How did you become one?"

"Same as you two. Mom was killed by a demon, dad became obsessed, I had no other choice." She said simply.

"Did you even finish high school?" Sam asked.

"Got my GED before my father died, and I've been on my own ever since. Looking for Azazel to be honest." She said, "Too bad you got to him first. I'd have loved to tear him a new one before he died." She said, "But it's a good thing he's dead." She allowed.

"Well…explain you freaky vision thing." Dean demanded. Alex rolled her eyes but nodded.

"Honestly I don't really know what I am." She said, "I pull peoples memories then push it back at them. I can also push my own thoughts into other people's heads. It's how I communicated with my dad for the first couple of years until I finally started speaking. I've been working on pulling responding thoughts like mind reading through touch but I haven't really had anyone to practice on so that hasn't worked out so well. I don't really need hand to head contact but it makes the process a lot easier. The only drawback about the entire thing is that I have to be touching someone for any of this to work. And, of course, because of lack of practice I have trouble narrowing down which memory to use so I sometimes get some useless stuff before and after the memory I choose but," she shrugged, "it's a good weapon against demons while I exorcise them."

"But they're ruthless killers, the bad memories can't have any effect on them." Sam said.

"For the demons I use memories from when they were human, their best memories. For the humans, I use the worst."

"You've used your powers on humans?" Dean said arrogantly.

Alex glared at him, "You won't believe how many disgusting, prevent men there are in the world." She said, acid in her tone. Dean clenched his jaw but back off and said no more.

Sam, feeling the tension rolling around the room, cleared his throat. "Well, you must be here for a reason." He said.

Alex, glad to have the subject changed, nodded, "I heard about the bear attack in a second story room and thought I'd check it out." She said.

"Have you gotten anywhere?" he asked as he walked into the kitchen.

Alex followed him, "No. I just got here. But it made no sense, a bear climbing into a second story room only to tear a man's head off." Sam sat down in front of the laptop and opened it.

"That's exactly what we thought."

"Have you talked to the wife? The paper said she was a witness." She said as she sat across from him.

"Yes we did." Dean said as she sat stiffly next to her.

"And…?" she said, prompting him to tell her.

"She said she saw the Incredible Hulk doing it." Alex raised an eyebrow.

"Really?" Sam spoke up from behind the laptop.

"I also found an 8 foot hole where the door was supposed to be." He said, looking at Dean.

"An Incredible Hulk sized hole." He concluded. Sam turned the laptop to face Dean and Alex.

"And look at this." Alex took a closer look at the screen, looking at all of the jail time he'd received for abusing his wife, battery, and court ordered anger management.

"I guess you could say you wouldn't like him when he's angry." Dean said smartly. Alex rolled her eyes.

"And I found these at the crime scene." He said as she pulled out candy wrappers from his pockets.

"Candy wrappers? What do these have anything to do with anything?" she asked.

"Wait, wait. Screwing with people before they die, has a sweet tooth. We're dealing with the Trickster, aren't we?" said Dean.

"Probably." Said Sam. Alex gave them both a confused look.

"The Trickster?"

"They're Demi-Gods that enjoy messing with peoples head and have a killer sweet tooth." Sam explained.

"Messing with peoples heads is an understatement." Dean said, "He killed me a thousand times!" he said, obviously irritated.

"O…kay, well how do we kill it?" Dean stood up.

"We? There is no 'we', kid. We're taking care of this ourselves. I've been waiting to gank him since the groundhog's day fiasco." He muttered. Alex, unruffled by his refusal to let her in, sat quietly as Sam stood up.

"Well, maybe we shouldn't kill him." Dean eyed him suspiciously.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Well if we can't find The Colt, maybe we could…use his help. You know how he's the kind that doesn't like the party to end. Maybe he hates this Angel's and Demons stuff as much as we do" He said.

"A bloody, violent monster and you want to be friends with him?" Dean asked disbelievingly.

"If it means anything, I think Sam's right." Alex said as she stood up, "The world is going to end; none of us have the luxury of moral stand anymore." She finished. She started to feel a strange heat against her neck; she rubbed at the spot uncomfortably and noticed it was coming from her necklace. The heat became so unbearable that she pulled it out of her shirt and pulled it off from around her neck. She stared at the necklace, shocked. It had only burned once in her life, nine years ago and hadn't burned again. Until now.

"She's right." Alex jumped and turned around face to face with a man she'd never seen before, but she knew. She knew it was him. The burning necklace in her hand was proof.

"Castiel." She whispered.

"Alexandra."

A/N: Yes this was mainly filler, but I wanted to set this in the perfect place and time. Yes this is going to be a lot like the episode Changing Channels, but it's going to be different in some aspects. I really hope you liked it and I hope you'll come back! Please review!