If anything, I'm misplaced. My life thus far has been underwhelming but alas, I'm young. Nineteen years old with an appetite for adventure and brashness I was stuck in a normal rut. And then the presences got to be too much. I might have known that it wasn't normal to be feeling like someone was always watching and judging me but I never said anything to anyone.

Then the Winchesters came into my life. They were hunting pagan worshipers of Krampus and I happened to live near the-now dead- couple. I was living between work and the local library reading about famous battles and her generals and that's when I first noticed the pair. The tall and short one, with their part of battle scars. They both where scanning ferociously through the aisle ways arguing quietly with each other. Once they sat down, I quietly moved within earshot and settled into my seat to listen in to what they were talking about.

Apparently, Santa's other-evil- half was up and kicking due to two pagans who where immortal.

"How do we stop them?" The taller one quickly thumbed through pages of books while the younger one stood up to look for more books with a quick "I donno." Over his shoulder.

"Evergreen spike. Probably through the heart or head." I closed my book and faced the tall lanky one. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"How do you know that?"

"Why would the pagans keep the tree in the house even when the Christians told them no? Fear is a big motivator, but hope is even bigger." I pulled my bag over my shoulder as the shorter brother sat down. "Merry Christmas boys." I smiled at them before leaving.

And that's where my part in the story should have ended.

Three days later they both ended up on my doorstep of my apartment holding a book out to me.

"You left this on the table you where sitting at." I thanked them and let them inside my home, setting my book on the table.

"That's quite chivalrous of you two. How'd your hunt go?" They smelled like a gym sock and where covered in blood.

"Could of been better." The shorter one winced as he sat down. "I'm Dean, that's my little brother Sam." I snagged his pointing hand and examined his fingernail, or the lack thereof. I came back with a first aid kit and sat across the green-eyed Dean.

"How did you really know about the evergreen?" Sam took a washcloth that was on the counter and began dressing his own wounds.

"Logical deduction." Sam chuckled behind me.

"And the runes and knots and the candle in the window are all apart of that logical deduction?" Sam moved the curtain in the window and traced my balance rune.

"More like a superstitious 'just in case'."

And that's the point when we became good friends. Every time they stopped into town, I'd let them stay and help them out. A year and a half later, shit hit the fan.

It was humid and rainy as I was out jogging home. The sun was setting and I was anxious. My woods where now moving against me as I was now lost. I looked to the sun and huffed. Its safe light was gone and now I was prey. I pulled out my key and laced my middle and index finger around it, the tail end of the key digging safely into my palm.

Then a twig snapped behind me. Quick footsteps behind me forced me to turn and swipe at the being's eye.

"You were close there, kid." A short badger smiled up at me.

"How are you talking to me?" The badger chuckled. "I think the more appropriate question is: how can you live here? Badgers aren't native to here." He knit his eyebrows together.

"Miss, even though you look like a Telmarine, are you from Archenland?"

"I don't know what that is." I bluntly stated. The badger nodded.

"Oh. I see. Perhaps I should take you to see Caspian. He might be able to explain this better than me."

The walk was quiet until we got to a large plain with a stone monument in the center. A man stood on the balcony of the ivy-covered rock.

"What is this place?" Badger smiled up at me and nodded at a mouse with a ring around it's ear.

"Aslan's How miss." The mouse fell in rhythm with us. I still didn't know who this Aslan guy was.

"Who is this?" A man in his early twenties with long brow

air and eyes had came down from the balcony and was now interrogating me.

"Catalina Winchester." I had adopted my hunting name to protect my remaining family. "Who are you, how did I get here, and what is going on?" I interrogated him back.

"Prince Caspian X. Aslan's will most likely have brought you here to help me regain my throne." I raised my eyebrows as he told of his horrible uncle.

"So, this is your base for a revolution?" I inquired at the end of his speech.

"Yes." He gave me a tour of the place and then showed me to two centaur women who showed me where to bathe and change.