Ch. 1
The girl ran down the hallway, the lights flashing on and off. It was hard to get a good look at her, but he could tell she was afraid. He could hear something behind them, and a slight scraping noise. The girl didn't look back, finally reaching the end of the hall and making a sharp left. He saw they were in a hotel, the numbers on the many doors were in the 900's. Finally, the girl seemed to find what she was looking for, bolting into one of the doors. She hurriedly locked it, and started moving bits of furniture to block the doorway. He saw then that she was bleeding, blood dripping from her ruined back. Three long, ragged stripes, dripping blood onto the floor. She was soaked in it. Something thumped against the door. The scraping noise started again. Rather than freezing or screaming, the girl reached for something on her hip. A sawed off shotgun, not unlike the one Dean was so fond of. The girl cracked it, reaching inside her leather jacket. Her hands shook; blood clear on her wrist. Then she spoke.
"Alright Sammy-boy, if I'm right, and I usually am, then you are my last chance to fix this."
She began loading shells into the shot-gun, he caught flashes of silver. Another thump caused her to jerk her head towards the door.
"I don't have a lot of time. This is my final stand as it were. I need you to know some things. First of all, I'm at the Bryant Hotel. When you figure out who I am, and what's going on, that's all you'll need to know. Which brings me to my second, and in my opinion, most important point, under no circumstances are either of you Winchester boys to try and help. I am begging you to please stay away. This is my fight; whatever happens in the next few minutes is what needs to happen Sammy, for all of our sakes. And lastly…"
At that she looked up, her expression soft. He saw the scar running down her cheek, the soft gold hair, the warm brown eyes. She smiled like she could see him. Then there was a loud bang on the door. He could tell whatever was trying to kill her was almost through. So could she. She raised the shotgun, aiming it at the door.
"Lastly Sammy, I want you and Dean to know that I love you both. And tell him I'm sorry. I am so, so sorry. Siempre listo."
He heard the loudest bang yet, could hear the door cracking open. He saw something go flying by the girl as she fired the shot-gun. He heard them hit, heard a snarling noise that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He tried to turn his head, finding he couldn't. Out of the shadows to the right he saw a flash of silver. A sword; and it went right by him. He watched in horror as it went through the girl. He could see its bloody tip protruding from her back. With a squelching noise her attacker pulled it out of her. She crumpled to the floor. There was nothing he could do.