Author's Note: Hey Everyone! I've written a couple of stories before but this is my first Supernatural fic, so please leave a comment below! I love getting whatever helpful criticism I can. Also, I don't have a beta, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes I make. This is set in Season 8 before episode 12.

Rating: I rated this fic T for language, the occasional event or description, and because this is Supernatural so yeah.

Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Supernatural, and I promise to send the boys back when I'm done with them. However, I do own Allie as she is a creation of my own over active imagination.

Warning: No warning for this chapter

Enjoy!

Chapter 1:

Allie checked her watch before cursing. Of course, she had to be late the day she had an important presentation in first period. Surely, though, Mrs. Nelson won't be to mad. Allie tried to persuade herself before letting out a bark of a laugh. Who was she kidding? Mrs. Nelson would ream her out in front of the entire class and everyone would look at her like she was a bigger freak than she supposedly already was. Allie was so caught up in her worry of being later than she already was that she completely missed the black Impala driving down the street, and stepped off the curb into the road.

"What makes you think there's going to be a case here Sam?" Dean questioned his brother.

"Because three people have already been found dead this month and the time of death doesn't match up with their disappearance." Sam replied. "If that doesn't speak weird, I don't know what does."

"Ok so what are we thinking here? A shifter killing its victims and then taking over for a while or what?"

Sam tapped a few keys on his laptop before finding the page he was looking for. "It might be a shifter or it could be their local legend. According to , Smithville has a haunted waterfall. A woman was murdered at the top of the falls but the town didn't find her body until almost three months later. When a drought dried up the falls and water surrounding it." Sam explained.

"Awesome, so much for an easy salt and burn case." Dean replied dryly looking to the radio before Cas, previously sitting quietly in the back, shouted at him. "Dean, look out!"

Dean slammed both feet on the breaks in a desperate attempt to stop from hitting the girl in front of them.

Allie looked up at the sound of shrieking lock of tires and gasped. Before the car could connect with her hips and impact her spine, she found herself in the air just enough for her to be able to roll off the hood and onto the ground next to the car.

Dazed, she picked herself up off the ground and quickly looked around. The three men in the car gaped at her with amazement and shock while every person on the street around them stared at her with masked disdain and wonderment. Feeling the oncoming panic attack, Allie did the only thing she could think of and darted away. Slipping through the people on the sidewalk until both the street and memory were far behind her.

Castiel stared at the spot on the ground where the girl landed after the inevitable collision. How she managed to survive without injury was beyond him. Was she an angle? Or maybe a demon? That would explain her running away in such a state of panic.

"What kind of crazy kid walks in front of a car just to jump onto it!" Dean fumed angrily, interrupting Cas from his musings. "If she dented Baby, I'm going to find her and make her cough up the money to fix'em!"

Sam rolled his eyes before breaking into his brother's rage. "Dean didn't you see her? She was as shocked as we were. I'm more worried she ran off hurt than if she hurt the car."

Dean stopped his inspection of Baby to look at his brother astounded. "How could you say that Sam?"

Sam gave Dean his patented bitchface. "Sorry if I think human life trumps a car." He told his brother dryly.

Dean grimaced. "Damn, I think her backpack scratched it."

Cas looked up from the same spot on the street he had been staring at. "Should we ask around to see if anyone knows her?" He inquired, cocking his head to the side.

Dean shook his head. "Nah, in a small town like this; we'll probably cross paths again." He walked back around to the car and opened his door. "Sammy, where did you say the morgue was?"

Sam sighed and made to get back in the car. "The basement of the only hospital in town-Saint Stephens's."

Anna hurried down the hall. She still had seven hours left before she could go home and then had to be back bright and early for a double shift tomorrow. Maybe I'll pick up some take out on the way home. Allie and I can have a movie night. Anna mused.

"Excuse me, are you Anna Henderson?"

Anna stopped walking and turned around. "Yes, I am, can I help you gentleman."

"We're with the FBI, agents Crosby, Nash and Stills. We were told you helped with the Willow autopsies."

Anna slipped the stack of files onto the counter at the nurses' station before answering to the agent's question. "Why's the FBI investigating those three deaths? Last I heard the coroner ruled them all natural."

Agent Nash smiled charmingly. "We're just trying to bring some peace of mind to more people. Now, was there anything strange or unusual about the bodies at all?"

Anna paused to think for a moment before nodding her head. "Now that I think about it, all three had the exact same bruising on their heads."

"Is that unusual?" Agent Stills asked in a voice that honestly made Anna want to cringe it was so gravelly. Or get the man a cough drop.

"Not usually, but this time the markings were all in the same place, made with the same instrument, and with the same intensity. This is just pure speculation but...it very well could be the mark of a serial killer. Then again, I'm not an agent or police officer." She finished with a slight laugh.

"Did any of the victims act strangely before they disappeared?"

Anna turned to Agent Crosby with a furrowed brow. "Strange how?"

"Maybe mentioning cold spots or strange smells." He elaborated.

She shook her head. "No nothing like that. Bridget Meyers did come in with a severe panic attack. Claimed she saw something in the woods, up near Willow Falls."

"Willow Falls?" Agent Nash prompted.

"Oh, I guess you wouldn't be familiar with it would you? It's the waterfall near town. Near where the bodies were discovered. It's about three miles east of here. If you go on Viewpoint Road, you'll cross the bridge that goes directly above it." She answered. "Not many will go near there. Afraid the ghost might get them." Anna dropped her voice an octave and gave a slight laugh. "Now if you'll excuse me gentleman, I really need to get back to my patients."

Agent Crosby nodded. "Of course, thank you for your time."

Anna nodded before grabbing her files and turning away. "Anytime agents."

The boys turned away from the nurse and left the hospital. "So now what do we do?" Cas asked.

"Now, we go interview some locals and see what else we can learn about this local legend." Dean replied unlocking the Impala and climbing inside.