Title: The Assassin

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters.

Chapter one

It was pouring as I waited for the bus that would take me to Stanford. Finally the bus arrives and I can get out of the rain. As luck would have it the only open seat on the entire bus is next to the weird old guy muttering to someone who isn't there. I guess that's who I'll be sitting next to. The bus ride takes hours but I we get to Stanford eventually. It is a welcome sight.

A few months later

There have been two men in suits following me for the past three hours. Should I approach them? Run away? Call Dean? No definitely not call Dean. I am walking down the street headed towards my dorm when I suddenly duck down and alley. This seems to surprise them but they still manage to catch me. Shit, I wonder if they are demons. "Come on Sam, we know you can do better than that" the blonde man says tauntingly.

They move to block any means of escape. "What the hell do you want?"

The other man says "Sam, we're from the CIA, no cause for alarm. We just want to ask you something." He then pulls out his badge and proves it, but I of all people know how easily those can be faked.

"Prove you're CIA, let me talk to a superior or something." I wait while the man pulls out his cellphone and dials a number. While the phone is ringing he pulls out his card and hands it to me. It says 'John Lynch CIA' with a number below it. He hands me the phone and I take it. I have a short conversation with the man on the other end. I am still somewhat skeptical but most demons would just kidnap me and not go through with all of this trouble. "Okay, so what do you want from me?"

"Well Sam, we have been watching you and your family for a while. Dean was our main reason for watching at first but then we realized that you have a greater potential." He pauses and then continues, "We know everything Sam, and we want to offer you a position in the CIA."

Wait what, me work for the CIA. "What about Stanford though?"

"Sam you would make more money with us then you ever could as a lawyer. You would also be serving you nation well, and you may just enjoy the job. You only have to try it for four years and then you don't have to sign another contract. After the four years, you can just walk away." The man says

Well I haven't really been enjoying Stanford as much as I had hoped to. And it's not like I have anywhere else to be. Dean and my dad don't care what I do. "Okay I'll do it."

The man visibly brightens and says "Great! Now just come down to the office with us and we'll take care of all the paperwork."

We get to the office and then we sign all the paperwork. I start training the next day. Apparently they'll take care of Stanford and everything else.

The next day

I spent the night in the training center sleep area. There are three other people in this training session with me. Two guys and one girl. We are woken up by an angry man in his late fifties screaming into our faces. Nothing I can't handle, he actually reminds me of my dad. We are forced to run ten miles before we are even allowed to eat. I lead the pack, with this angry man screaming the whole time. We are finally allowed to eat but as soon as we finish we are sent to the firing range. My aim is the best, the girl is a close second but the two guys are about even. After three hours on the firing range we are sent to learn how to fight. I am able to take down everyone. Then it is finally time for lunch. We all sit down and I decide to talk to my fellow training soon to be CIA operatives. "Hey I'm Sam Winchester."

The girl says "Hey I'm Allison." The blonde man is Toby and the brunette is Deklynn. We all talk a lot the next forty five minutes. I learn that Allison is from Grand Rapids, Michigan and was at the University of Michigan when she was recruited. The same goes for Toby and Deklynn. Except Deklynn is from Wisconsin and was at the University of Chicago and Toby is from Oregon and he was at Ohio State University. They are all impressed when I say Stanford.

The angry man who I learned is named Sergeant Block is back and yelling at us to get in the showers. Apparently the teachers don't like sweaty students. My schedule goes as follows; Weaponry, Linguistics, Math, Cyber Hacking, Driver's Ed and first aid. I also have a class where I learn to blend in and follow people. My life continues with this routine for an entire year. By the end of the year I can kill someone with pretty much anything, I can get into any computer or database,and I can use any weapon or drive any vehicle given to me. I know several different ways to keep someone alive for as long as possible. And I now know eleven different languages not including English, the CIA doesn't mess around. I can speak; Arabic, Farsi, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, German, Russian, French, Spanish, Italian, and Turkish.

Finally after a year straight of learning I am finally sent out on my first mission. I am made team leader since I was the best of the four of us. Our first mission is to take out a group of terrorists residing in the middle of a city in Russia. I find out that we are to assassinate all four of the men. My team makes their way in with me in the lead. We successfully terminate the four of them but Toby is almost killed in the process when he tries to play hero. On the way out I notice that the building is rigged to explode. I hurry them out and we make it out in time.

I am beyond pissed at Toby as soon as we are back I am requesting solo missions. I get my wish and from then on I only work alone.