Hey readers! This is my first Supernatural fanfic. So, yay! But no excuses, right? Okay, so reviews are appreciated and if something seems off, please tell me! I haven't quite caught up all the way on the series so it will be a bit behind and such… but definitely further (basically past season seven) along. See you at the end… that is, if this windigo that I am holding off while I type this for you doesn't eat me first.

CHAPTER 1: BLOODY GIRL

Outside in what has been described as an order less mess of cars that should have been scrapped many years before, a girl's body is being dragged towards an old house. This house looks like a war veteran, patches upon patches held together by scars with the occasional appendage missing, but is in no way crippled and void to pity. Sometimes, if you look close enough you can sometimes even see the strange marks of warding symbols on the windows, but then again, you probably shouldn't get that close because there are tales about that house and its inhabitants that would chill your blood.

"MROWWWWW!" A white tiger shrieks to the inhabitants of the veteran house, who are always listening when they aren't either drunk, fighting, or saving the world.

The jaws of the tiger are firmly lodged in the clothing of the girl who is a probably twenty-something brown haired college graduate. Freckles pattern her pale skin and her hair is streaked with ginger and gold from the California sun where she has been visiting her parents. The tiger stops and gives another yowl to alert anybody nearby that her mistress is in need of immediate attention. Blood seeps from our twenty-something and bubbles out of her throat, her clothes are encrusted in dried blood in the places where her body has given up trying to bleed.

The white tiger heaved the girl up the two steps that led to the door of the house before lowering her gently to the ground. The white tiger hit the door with her paw in ways of a knock, keeping her claws sheathed, wary of ruining the peeling paint job that had everyone so wonderfully convinced that this house has been abandoned long ago.

From inside of the house comes a yell:

"Someone's at the door Sammy!" The voice comes from deep within the basement of the house where a muscular man stands with his hands sliding back and forth over a silver knife with a long wooden handle. Another man is in the basement where the first stands, but he is chained to a chair inside of a devil's trap and makes no move to speak.

"Don't call me Sammy, Dean!" Retorts Sam, ever witty. But it's not his fault that he is distracted, after all, nobody ever visits the house. Not since... since, Bobby. Sam shook away the thought as he rose from where he had been sitting in the kitchen researching a series of strange deaths that had recently started to sweep through Lafayette, California.

What had peaked his interest initially had been a fire which had ripped through a middle school by ways of a lit match and what appeared to be an extensive gas leak (which was strange because the school had no gas pipe lines of any such seeing as was completely solar powered). The whole catastrophe killing next to a hundred children with two missing. Sam had flagged it and out of interest gone deeper, but he didn't have to. He and his brother, Dean, had inspected cases on less than that. Further inspection quickly showed news of half of the town suddenly turning savage and slaughtering their neighbors, a crazy mist rolling into homes and across the densely forested area of town, which acted as a kind of fertilizer-on-steroids and the plant life basically exploded along with anyone over twenty's brains. Seriously, their brains just leaked out through their ears, and if that isn't an immediate calling card for the supernatural, then I must be losing my touch thought Sam.

Sam gripped the brass doorknob of the front door and looked out through the small peep hole and saw what looked to be an eye looking back at him through the glass… a large, yellow, cat's eye. Slowly, he began to open the door, slowly, slowly. Of course, that was until he saw the giant feline and dying girl splayed out on the front porch.

"Dean! Get up here, we have a situation!" Sam's voice was laced with panic, and he clenched his teeth as he eyed the cat that had picked up the girl and had begun dragging her into the living room and painstakingly lifting her up onto the threadbare couch.

"Sam, whatever it is, I am sure you can handle it. Besides, we have a bit of a 'situation' as you put it down here as well, remember? Trying to dig up dirt on King of the Underworld, you know... the usual." Dean shoots back at his brother, too annoyed with how he has been getting nothing out of the demon he has had holed up here for nearly a week now to pick up on the note of panic in Sam's voice.

"No, Dean, get your ass up here now! There is a girl bleeding out up in the living room, along with a giant albino tiger!" Sam was only slightly alarmed when the white tiger started to try and clean the girl's wounds.

"Is she hot?" Was Dean's reply from the basement. He meant it as a joke, to niggle his brother, when in truth he was already halfway up the staircase to the ground floor. Dear Cass, he prayed on the way up, Please come, there is a possibly hot chick upstairs bleeding her guts out in the living room, help would be greatly appreciated. Oh and also, some help cracking this demon would be great, my feathery friend. Oh yea, uh, there is a great big cat here too… so watch your wings. Dean listened as Sam didn't reply to his crude comment, and heard instead the familiar flap of Cass entering the room. When Dean did arrive at the top of the landing and poked his head into the living room he saw that the girl was indeed hot if you could look past the wrong angles that the bones that weren't broken beyond recognition were jutting at and the fact that she was drenched in her life blood.

The tiger was now circling the girl's body and snapping at anyone who came too close, protecting her mistress. Sam tried to approach the girl in blood and was rewarded with a snap of teeth and a warning growl. Dean tried next, going for the slightly more violent option and tried to shoot the tiger which just made her mad and gave him a chewed up hunk of metal that had been his gun and a vicious scratch on his chest, leaving his shirt in ribbons.

"Man, I really liked that shirt!" Dean complained. He was being only a tiny bit sarcastic in his statement.

"Cass, you try!" An exasperated Sam exclaimed, some girl was bleeding out on their couch, they were zilch for answers and since Dean's try, Sam had conspired to sneak behind the cat and shoot it with a moose tranquilizer. All he needed was a distraction… that, of course, being the confused angel. Who else?

"Fine. But I'm not sure what you think that I can do. This particular Panthera tigris doesn't seem to like anyone very much." When both of the boys looked at the angel, he just said, "I was there when they named the species." Oblivious to the fact that he was just a distraction for Sam, Castiel walked slowly towards the brunet. With determination set in his jaw he extended his arm to the "Panthera tigris" and watched as the cat daintily sniffed his hand before letting him go towards her mistress.

"What the hell?" Dean asked, puzzled.

"Maybe it just likes me better." Said Cass as he got nearer to the couch. He gingerly placed his fingertips against the girl's head and screwed up his eyes in concentration. But because there was so much damage, he wouldn't be able to get it all in one go so he concentrated on the worst injuries. He slowly sealed up her stomach and reconnected her intestines, fixed a shattered femur bone, broken collar bone, and repaired the lung damage caused by eight shattered ribs. The mangled fingers and destroyed stomach muscles, however, would have to be corrected later as Cass could barely crouch over the female without passing out.

The tiger watched Sam and Dean with golden eyes and hissed when one of them tried to go towards Cass as he began to withdraw his hand.

SNAP! The girl's eyes flew open and she yanked Castiel's arm towards her mouth and bit into it, through the skin and drew blood. For a second everyone just stared in what was an "I did not see that coming" look, but that was long enough for the bloodied girl to start shooting out white sparks.

With such a weird development, Sam and Dean's hunter portion of their brains rapidly began to shoot off what this girl might be… and how to kill her. Their first thought was vampire, but the white sparks somewhat puzzled the two. They made a move towards the girl and the angel she was latched onto but the tiger quickly stepped between the two of them and nearly bit off the whole entity of Dean's hand.

A cocoon of white enveloped the girl and everyone watched in amazement as it sank into her injured body, once again rendering her skin without marks. When the white shattered and changed to clear sand that now dusted the couch and scratched up wooden floors, the girl released Castiel's arm.

"Leigheas," (heal) She muttered and Cass' bleeding arm closed back up, the veins and skin restored. "Sorry 'bout that, sweetheart." She spoke directly to Cass as she sat up, clothes still drenched but her body restored. "I could have fixed myself up but I needed a little help getting started." Her hazel eyes swept across the room and fixed on the tiger and two boys struggling to get closer.

"Ferria!" There was steel in the girl's voice as she stood and beckoned to the white tiger, "Lig iadsan do téigh thar." (Let them pass by.) The words of the language she spoke to her tiger were harsh and guttural and made her seem exotic and powerful. The white tiger growled again as if annoyed and then heaved itself up onto the couch, pushing off the girl and making Cass take a step back. "Confusion is now anticipated, feel free to panic and run screaming your head off." Said the girl blandly while examining her, on inspection, long nails.

"Yea, well, this kind of thing happens more than you'd think." Replied Dean with a girly roll of his eyes.

At this, the girl's eyes rise from her nails and she regarded the occupants in the room with more than indifference and turned to the big cat. "Ferria, sibh tabhair leat mise do an Winchesters? Tuigim anois." (Ferria, you brought me to the Winchesters? I understand now.)

Ferria gives a harrumph at this as if she can't believe that her mistress would even ask her such a stupid question.

"Sorry, but can someone explain what is going on here and why she just bit me?" Castiel's face contorts into confusion, making his blue eyes squint up.

"Oh, introductions! How rude of me, my name is Tigress, and this is Ferria. And you are Dean and Sam Winchester with your trusty companion Castiel, Angel of the Lord." Tigress took an over dramatic bow with a sarcastic grin that rivaled even Dean's.

"Don't you get tired of being recognized all the time?" Castiel slyly asked the two brothers, his statement held a lot of truth: nobody who was anybody didn't know who they were. "It is definitely putting us at a disadvantage." Finished Cass.

"Shut up Cass." Said both Sam and Dean in unison.

"Well, go ahead and do your tests so I can go up and get a shower. Snap to it! Come on, it is in no way comfortable to be stuck wearing this much dried blood." Tigress began to comb through her ragged rat's nest of long hair while she waited for the boys to "snap to it".

After about half a dozen tests and half an hour later, all of the hot water was used up and Tigress had claimed herself a room upstairs and gotten Castiel to go out and buy her some new clothes. How she managed to convince an angel of the Lord that he should do this very tedious task for someone who had just thirty minutes before taken a chunk out of his arm, nobody could tell you. Dean's personal theory was that Cass didn't know what she was and until he did then he would be polite and pretend that he did not detest buying women's clothes at one of the nearby shops.

Coming downstairs in a black tee and jeans that Tigress had given Cass very specific directions on how to get with the addition of a pair of extremely cute big black boots and brushed hair, Tigress was the image of someone who if the supernatural hadn't interfered in their lives could have been extremely successful. Unfortunately there were just too many examples of that in life thought Sam sadly from his position at the kitchen table where he hadn't really moved since Tigress' dramatic entrance.

Tigress walked towards the fridge and found beer, about four slices of pre-sliced all American cheese, and one lone packet of forlorn frozen vegetables that sat pushed into the back of the refrigerator since probably the beginning of time.

"Really? Is this all the food you have in the house?" Tigress asked in disbelief, she herself wasn't adverse to the idea of road food, but seriously? This is what they survived on, stale cheese and booze?

"Yea, that's pretty much it." Sam replied from where he wasn't really paying attention and was trying to figure out the connection between the Lafayette disasters. So far? Nothing had sparked his attention and the failure was starting to get to him.

"I'm going out to eat. See you in an hour." Tigress abruptly stated before calling for Ferria and walking towards the door. Instead of the giant white tiger, a small black and white house cat came down the steps and jumped up onto Tigress' shoulder.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. You can't leave." Sam jumped up from his seat, his knees knocking into the table and jolting his beer and computer hazardously close together.

"And why is that?" Tigress replied, a hint of anger in her voice. She did not like to be told what to do.

"Uh… because…" Sam hadn't really thought that far ahead, he just knew that Dean would be pissed if he found out that Tigress and Ferria were gone. Okay, so maybe not if Ferria was gone, Sam was pretty sure that Ferria put Dean on edge for some weird reason and that he wouldn't mind seeing her eaten.

"Because you might try and make a run for it." Dean finished for Sam, which bugged Sam and gave Dean the satisfaction of having the last word.

"I'm not going to fly the coop honey, I have business here." She said over her shoulder as she walked out of the door with Ferria who gave Dean what looked like a smirk before the two were out of sight.

"I hope that cat gets eaten by a windigo." Muttered Dean angrily, he really hated that cat. Wait, hadn't that cat been a full sized white tiger just a little while ago? Damn shape shifters, he thought irritably. "Sam," Dean began, but Sam finished for him:

"We need to figure out what she is and if we need to kill her. I know, Dean. You do that and I'll keep at this, all right? Also, see if you can get Cass to find anything out about her." Sam said quickly, he didn't like the idea of just killing Tigress because they were scared of what she was, and he didn't particularly mind her company but Dean, he knew, wouldn't stand for her. It already bothered him that she just walked around like it was no big deal and that they had known each other for years.

"Alright, we also need to set up some kind of surveillance in order to keep tabs on her, could you see if you could do that too, later on?" Dean asked his brother, uneasy with Tigress' presence in the house, she put Cass on edge. And, also, Cass doesn't just "go shopping" so Dean could say that he felt fairly anxious about Tigress.

Dean was on his way downstairs to look for books again when Sam yelled, "Absolutely no surveillance in her bedroom!"

"Oh ha ha ha." Said Dean sardonically, ignoring the fact that he may or may not have been thinking about doing just that.

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In a space between dimensions, Castiel, angel of the Lord, invisibly examined the healed skin where teeth had punctured and bled him. Something was up with this Tigress, and he intended to find out what and why the boys were acting so strangely… calm. True, they were thinking about how to kill Tigress and what her connection to Ferria was but still, there was no sudden adrenaline and Tigress wasn't dead or even tied to a chair in the basement with the demon.

Something is wrong here.

Something is…

Very

Very

Wrong.