"Adelind? Adelind, can you hear me?"

Adelind's eyes flared opened and were ambushed with a variety of colors. In front of her, the blurry form of an elderly man stood before her.

"Hm?" Adelind stated intelligently, shaking her black hair out of her face. "Yep, I hear you."

The elderly man, whose name was Mr. Edgard, frowned. "Adelind, can you answer a math problem for me?" He seemed to be trying to catch her for not paying attention in class. Before she could answer, Mr. Edgard began the problem. "Tell me, Adelind, what is the square root of 306.25?"

The class around her watched Adelind intently, waiting for her to slip up. Any other student would've cowered in the face of this beastly math problem, but Adalina smiled. "17.5," she answered, her smile growing as Mr. Edgard's frown deepened.

"How about another one? A girl falls asleep in math class for fifteen minutes. How long of a detention does she get?" Mr. Edgard grinned, showing gaps in between teeth. "I know. One hour."

Adelind growned. "Mr. Edgard, I was just drowsy, and it's the end of the school day. Give me a break."

Mr. Edgard had no intention of doing such a thing. When the bell rang five minutes later, Adelind stayed behind while the rest of the class left for the weekend. She slumped in her seat and rifled through her bag for her book. It was one of her favorites, called A History of the Supernatural. She was starting the chapter on wendigos.

Mr. Edgard peered over his desk at Adelind's book. "Do you think that's an appropriate book for a lady such as yourself to be reading?" He had very old-fashioned views, all of which clashed with Adelind's.

Adelind merely glared and continued reading, but Mr. Edgard kept talking. "The things ladies where these days is just ridiculous. Those girls with shorts and skirts barely at the wrist. It's very inappropriate." He shook his head for evidence.

Adelind looked at Mr. Edgard. "I think it's more inappropriate that a teacher is looking at the backsides of young girls."

Mr. Edgard purpled. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish, staring at Adelind, who smirked. He hurriedly left the room. Adelind rolled her eyes at the idiocy of her math teacher. Mr. Edgard would be gone for a few minutes, so she only had a little time to escape.

Adelind swung her bag over her shoulder and headed for the open window. She hopped onto the sill with ease, and slid down to the ground, landing smoothly on her black boots. Mr. Edgard wouldn't dare report her absence after her remark, Adelind thought to herself as she walked away from the school. Even the house was better than detention with Edgard, although that was the only thing it was better than.

Three years ago, when she was ten, Adelind was adopted by a rich family of four. The mother was a party-going fashion designer and the father was CEO of Facebook. They ad two little brats named Nora (11) and Stephen (8). Adelind was almost always the last one to be home, but on Fridays, the little monsters went and played with their friends. The mother, Vanessa, worked on weekdays from seven to four, and the father, Stephen (the first, known as Steve) worked Thursday through Sundays from two to seven. They didn't even care about Adelind. She was just another charity that they had "helped" for the attention.

Adelind's house was huge, but she hated it. It had seven bathrooms, six bedrooms, two kitchens, one dining room, a screening room, a flat screen TV, a pool, and so much more. Her room was the smallest one in the house, but still quite large. It had a king-size bed, a walk-in closet, and the rest of the space she filled with bookshelves. However, secretly, when she first moved in, she found out that her room had the entrance to an attic no one else knew existed. Besides dust, there had been nothing there, so Adelind had filled it with weapons that she had learned about from books, ones that could kill monsters.

As Adelind reached the door of her house, she swung down her backpack to remove her key, but the door was already unlocked. How peculiar. Vanessa never left the door unlocked. Oh, well. That snob's antics wasn't one of the things Adelind cared about at that point and time. She stepped into the house, slammed the door shut, and locked it. Maybe today would be the day the brats forgot their keys.

Adelind stomped up the spiral staircase, grabbing a green apple on her way. Red apples were disgusting, so sickly sweet, she thought as her teeth pierced the juicy skin.

Adelind pulled open the door to her room and collapsed on her bed. She sat back up when she saw what was taped to her desk.

Remember! One every evening!

-Vanessa

Next to the note was a bottle of pills labeled with a slim young woman on the cover. Diet Pills: For a better, more attractive you! it said.

Adelind rolled her eyes and crumped the note before throwing the bottle out of the window, straight into the dumpster at the end of the driveway, and locking the window once again. Who cared that her stomach wasn't as flat as a board? Adelind didn't give a crap. She looked much better than those girls who got plastic surgery to make themselves look "perfect" (*cough* Vanessa *cough*).

CREAK.

Adelind turned to face her big-enough-to-hold-a-large-family-and-an-elephant-closet. The door was just slightly ajar. Her window had been closed all day, and her door had been locked. But, come to think of it, it hadn't been locked when she had walked in just a moment ago.

She walked closer to the door and saw a small flicker of green. Not taking any chances, Adelind pulled down the ladder to the attic and climbed up.

The attic was simple, but large. It was a square room with no heating or air conditioning, so Adelind could feel the fall breeze. She surveyed her weapons, eventually settling on a long, silver dagger called an angel blade. She climbed back down, careful to conceal the entrance once again.

Adelind approached the closet with caution, angel blade ready. Counting to three under her breath, she flung open the door.

Standing in the middle of her closet was a man. He was moderately tall, with blonde hair and emerald green eyes that would make nearly every girl at Adelind's school swoon. That is, but Adelind. He was wearing a flannel shirt and was holding a fairly large dagger with writing engraved upon it.

The man did not seem to be expecting Adelind to be holding an angel. He showed his hands without dropping the blade and gave a small grin.

"Whoa," he said. "Let's not get-"

Adelind kicked him in the gut.

The man buckled over for a moment, but recovered quickly. Adelind began circling him, glowering. "Hey," he said. "I just want to talk."

In answer, Adelind aimed a punch to his jaw, but he grabbed her wrist. Not surprised, she kicked him in the shins, and when he bent over for just a second, elbowed him in the back of his neck. He fell to the ground with a yell, but punched Adalind's right arm, sending her angel blade to the ground. He made a swipe for it, but before he could reach it, Adalind grabbed the blade. He made another grab, but Adelind slashed his arm, and he pulled back.

The man punched Adelind's jaw, and she yelled. He hesitated for a moment, and Adelind smashed the grip-end of the blade against his temple. He was out cold.

Adelind wrapped the gauze as tightly as she could around the gash in the man's arm. She had already tested to make sure he wasn't a monster. She had had a hunch about who he was, but hadn't been sure until now. He was Dean Winchester, a famous hunter. Well, famous according to a collection of scrolls in her library. He was supposedly a good guy, so what was he doing in her room?

The cut wasn't too deep, and Adelind had already sterilized it with a first aid kit, also in the attic. She pinned the wrapping of gauze with a diaper pin. The bleeding wasn't as quick now, and she assumed it was almost done.

Just to be sure, Adelind had restrained him via ropes from the attic.

WHOOSH.

Adelind felt a shadow fall over her. She looked up and nearly screamed. Another man had appeared, nearly out of thin air. He was about as tall as Dean, with blue eyes, dark hair, and a long, tan trench coat. Adelind reached for the angel blade, but it flew into the man's hand. Desperate, she tried to scramble away from the man. He was blocking the door, so her only hope was the window, or the attic, if she could make it.

But Adelind barely made it a few feet. Her vision began to sputter, and then it blacked out completely, and she fell unconscious.

Hi! This is my first Supernatural fic, so I really hope you like it! I will try to update soon. So, what do you think?