As black as your heart.

Okay so I've been wanting to start a Supernatural fic for a while now. My Avengers comedy isn't getting much feedback anymore so am moving onto this. I'm thinking this could end up Crowley/ OC. But that could change. It could be a Sam/ OC or a Dean/ OC. I guess I'll just have to see where this story goes. Set after series 10. So might be some spoilers. But not too much tbh.

The point of view changes from 1st person to 3rd person sometimes. It'll be obvious though, like, it's separate scenes from the main storyline.

I gasp as I wake up, sticky sweat dripping down my forehead, I sigh heavily. "It was just a dream" I breathe to myself as I ungracefully flop out of rusty old bed. I try so hard not to think of the horrible memory that haunts my dreams every single night, it was years ago, years ago, why is it still haunting me now? I stumble across the room and gather my clothes together before heading to the shower.

By the time I emerge from the shower I'm wide awake. I shrug into my usual black leather jacket, gather my stuff for the day, and head out of the motel room and into my car, which happens to be a 1968 White Volkswagen Beetle. My hands clasp around the wheel and pretty soon my little beetle is tearing down the road at quite some speed, heading towards the town of Boulder, in Colorado.

"So. What's the problem boys?" I question as I walk up to Sam and Dean Winchester. I'd met them a few hunts back, and now we let each other know if we're a little stuck on a case.

"Allie!" Sam exclaims, and wraps me in a warm hug, I hug him back and smile before pulling away. Dean pats me on the shoulder. "How ya doing kid?" He asks, I frown slightly, I hate it when he calls me kid. "Not bad.. " I mumble.

We all turn to the corpse which lays in the alley before us. "Well... This is.. Strange" I breathe, staring at the remains. The majority of the flesh has been torn off, and all that's left is a few mangled bones. "Werewolf?" I ask.

Dean and Sam shake their heads. "No we've already ruled werewolf out." Sam replies. I nod my head. And the kneel down. "Were these... Offerings?" I ask, looking at the remains of what once were offerings, Dean and Sam glance at each other, concern laced in their eyes.

I pale. Having only ever dealt with one before in my time of hunting.. "It couldn't be... Jikininki" I whisper. "Otherwise known as a Wendigo.. Someone's summoning this creature by laying out an offering." I explain, standing back up and glancing at the two brothers. Who both sigh "A Wendigo, in the middle of town.. Are you sure?" Sam asks me, one eyebrow raised. I nod, dread written all over my face. "Yeah yeah I'm sure.. I've dealt with one before".

"It does make sense Sammy" Dean sighs. "Even though it's in the middle of town, the offerings have been eaten" I sigh, "Well, we have to find it before it kills again... I expect it has a nest somewhere, possible with other victims in. Sam would you check out the recent missing persons please?" I enquire and Sam nods a yes in response.

We get back to the motel that the two brothers are staying in and I sigh heavily. Walking into the not very spacious room I booked, a room with a large double bed in, and not much else, other than a shabby cabinet with a TV perched upon. Perfect. I lie on the bed, my laptop resting on my lap as I google "Wendigo".

…...

"Sir. I have a location for Allie" A demon states as he walks into Crowley's office.

The King of Hell smirks, "Finally" He grins. He's been waiting so long to finally meet her. The fearsome Cambion, Allie Christopher. There hadn't been a known Cambion since that Jesse kid, who had long died. But now he knew of one, who was hiding her identity as a Cambion, she hunts, with the Winchesters, surely they wouldn't be so friendly with her if they knew what she was? Mind you, they had hunted with Crowley himself a number of times, so he couldn't be sure. Looks like he'll have to take a gamble, try and get her on his side by threatening to tell the brothers what she is. Maybe, just maybe, he could make her his Queen, having a Cambion on his side would surely make hell a much more powerful and fearful place. Cambion's can easily be more powerful than demon's themselves, given the right training. Crowley smiles evilly. He could train her up, make her his Queen. Whether she's willing or not.

…...

"Lovely evening" A deep voice pipes up from across the room, I jump, not expecting the sudden voice, and slide out of bed, pulling my demon knife from it's holster.

I glare at the intruder, who sits in a chair on the other side of the room and looks rather smugly at me.

"And who may you be?" I question, one eyebrow raised, staring at the strange man.

He sips his glass of Craig, "Name's Crowley, King of Hell" He states, he stares at me, as if staring into my soul. My eyebrow stays raised. "And what are you doing in my room? Do you have any idea who I am?" I growl at him, trying to look as threatening as possible, not wanting to show my demon side to him, I'm not even powerful anyway at the moment, Crowley could easily overpower me.

"Allie Christopher, I've been hearing your name a lot recently... And then I thought... Why would a Cambion be working with the Winchesters? Then it occurred, they don't know what you are do they?" He says rather smugly and I pale, having tried to keep my identity a secret from them on all the hunts, Holy water and devils traps have no effect on me, so I can easily pass as human when around hunters.

I panic, I am a Cambion, but because I've been on Earth for so long, I'm not very powerful. "They don't need to know" I state coldly, not showing any emotion towards this dangerous stranger. Crowley raises an eyebrow, "Well... Lets just see about that..." He clicks his fingers, and disappears. I growl in anger, throwing the demon knife across the room and it lodges itself in the wall just behind where Crowley was stood. I punch the wall next to me and feel as the bones in my fist cracks as they dislocate and break. I cry out in pain a little, and my teeth clench as the bones in my hand very slowly knits itself back together. Just a little perk of being a Cambion. Quick healing. Although it would be even quicker had I been in Hell.

I sigh heavily, and internally panic, what if Crowley's telling them right now? What if the Winchesters suddenly barge in here trying to kill me? Even though I'm a Cambion right now with barely any power I wouldn't stand a chance against them. I've seen how they hunt. Nothing can defeat them. Especially not a little weak Cambion.

I flutter round my motel room, grabbing my bag and I hurriedly pack my few items that I dragged in here. I push the motel door open, and peer out, checking that no one is around. Once I know the coast is clear, I sneak out to my car.

I look towards the brothers room, and hear talking... Shit. They know..I think, and jump into my car. Speeding off down the highway. As far as possible from the Hunters.

Idk if that was good or not. It's kinda a bit of a test. If this gets good response, I'll continue with it and write more Supernatural fics too.

My Grammar isn't the best so I apologise for any mistakes!

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-Cait.