Just borrowing the boys for a few,
Chapter 1
Sam and Dean were in the bunker, Dean tired after a hunt lazily sipping his whiskey, Sam was re-reading some of the old men of letter books. "Seems like the Winchesters have been men of letters since the 1400s. I guess they found the real witches." Sam stated, Dean wasn't paying attention he was in the space between being awake and dreaming, "Dean? Are you paying attention?" Dean turned his head towards him, "Yeah, witches I hate them too." Sam rolled his eyes and continued reading. He read how Alec Winchester joined the Men of Letters after his younger sister mysteriously died, ripped to shreds, that sounds like a hell hound. Sam wondered he looked over to Dean, still drinking his whiskey and reading a magazine at honestly looked like a porno mag. Even with the mark Dean was still Dean.
As this was happening, a girl looking no older then 15 years old, awoke in her grave. "Where am I?" she gasps, British, she' British. Banging on the roof of her coffin. "Release me you foul demons! I find your games no longer amusing!" She continued to pound and punch, till she stopped, she heard footstep above her, "I swear dude, I heard something!" one men stated, "Dude, you're lying!" She found her chance, "Assistance! Please I require assistance!" she screamed and pounded with all her might, "Oh shit, dude, get the shovel! Hold on, okay, we're going to get you out!" she heard the footsteps running away, and hurrying back, the ground being dug, and the roof of the coffin being removed. "I thank you dearly, good sirs, know I appear to be nude, may I borrow you jacket?" the man removed the jacket and placed it around her, "Jim, go get the extra clothes from the trunk of the car." as the boy, Jim, ran to the car, the other one asks, "what's your name?" she looked at him for a moment, "Lylieana, my name is Lylieana."
Lylieana quickly got changed into the dress and jacket her long dirty blond hair falling and framing her face, her hazel eyes wide and in awe of the outfit, "May I ask, what year is this?" the two men look at each other, "It's 2015," Lylieana's knees buckled, what! She had been in hell to long. Time moved differently, so God only know how long she'd been in hell. "I have to make a phone call, Jim stay with her. We're gonna have to explain to your sister why her dress is missing." the older man walked off, leaving Jim with Lylieana.
Dean's phone started to ring, "Hello?" Dean asks, "Dean Winchester? This is Dave Collins, Do I have a case for you!"