Good morning/afternoon/evening, my fellow writers/readers. Welcome to my first attempt at a Supernatural fanfiction!

This one takes place after Sam has started the apocalypse but neither Sam or Dean have given Micheal or Lucifer permission to use their bodies as a vessel.

I included my own OC in this one because I think that she's sassy enough to deal with Dean's sarcastic attitude but soft enough to help Sam out with his confusing thoughts and emotions. Just from reading the first chapter, you'll see that she's not quite like other Hunters. I hope you like her.

This is rated T for blood, gore, and language. You've been warned in advance.

I'd love to have some feedback for the story since it's my first go at Supernatural. If you review my story then I'll review something of yours, whether it's in the same category or not. I'd just like to return the favor.

Well, anyway, I don't own Supernatural or the ideas that are in here.

Enjoy!

The sound of my blade on the sharpening block made a steady scraping sound in the back seat of the Impala. Dean was driving and Sam was passed out, mouth open and snoring gently against the passenger side window. For many miles, the radio had been playing the sounds of KISS and Boston but now, with the knob turned all the way to the left, it sat in silence.

Dean's lack of conversation unnerved me. Normally, with Sam asleep, he would be joking about possible pranks to play on his younger brother but now, he stared straight ahead, his knuckles whiter than usual against the wheel.

I could feel the tension rolling off of him in waves. It sent my stomach into a flurry of knots and I slipped the block back into my bag, sighing in annoyance. "What's your problem, Dean? You've been like this for a hundred miles now." My voice was low enough to keep Sam asleep but loud enough for him to hear.

His eyes darted to the rear view mirror to look at me then they shot back to the road. "A hundred? Is that as far as we've gone?" The side of his mouth quirked up into a half-smile. "I guess that I'm not driving fast enough."

"Don't give me that." I rolled my eyes. "What's bugging you?"

"Just Sam's snoring. Why?"

I narrowed my blue eyes at him and shook my head. "Would you like me to drive at the very least? The tension is killing me and you could probably use the break."

"No can do, sweetheart. My car, my rules. I suggest you sit back and enjoy the ride."

"You let Sam drive all the time. You've only given me the chance a handful of times. When you fall asleep at the wheel and we all crash and burn, I'll haunt your ass in hell."

"Been there, done that, sweetie. We'll see who will be haunting who." His handsome smirk was enough to drive any woman mad with lust; it just annoyed the shit out of me.

I scoffed and dug through my bag, searching for my iPod. When my fingers wrapped around the cool plastic, I lifted it out and donned the ear buds. "You know, Dean. You don't fool me." Then I pressed play and Sabbath Bloody Sabbath began to play at half volume. I watched as his lips moved to say something but I diverted my attention back to the road. A twinge of annoyance came from the elder Winchester boy and I couldn't suppress a tiny smile of triumph.

As my thumb scrolled around the click wheel, I leaned back in my seat and sank into the sounds of Black Sabbath.

It wasn't long before we arrived in Kentucky.

I must have closed my eyes for a time because I was suddenly awoken by Sam shaking my shoulder. Out of instinct, I grasped his wrist and twisted, and then proceeded to knock him off balance with a well-placed shove. "Don't touch me," I grumbled as I got out of the car, slinging my bag over my shoulder. "You know better."

"Good morning, Sunshine!" Dean's voice was bright while Sam rubbed his wrist. "How did you sleep?"

I just gave him the look; the look that said Shut up and leave me be. You know better than to wake me up and then make with the pleasantries. I broke eye contact with him to survey the surroundings like I knew he wanted me to do.

It was another cheap sixties motel. I could practically smell the shag carpet and abstract patterned walls from the parking lot. I ignored that, however, and reached my senses out a little further. When I didn't pick anything significant up, I nodded at Dean and turned my iPod back on.

Satisfied, he went to purchase a room.

Being the only female of the group had its perks. For starters, I got my own bed while they had to share one. Number two? I was allowed to be a bitch and flaunt my attitude without the constant threat of a beat down. Numero tres? I didn't have to drop cash like the boys did to get information out of people. You'd be surprised what a pretty smile will do for you.

The downside of having a vagina? They treated me like one; a female, I mean. Nevermind the fact that I was their equal while out in the field. Any move they knew, I could counter and deflect; and don't think that I only defend, either. It didn't sway them that I was a better shot. Forget the fact that I was crafty and clever.

And of course, they ignored my infusion of demon blood. Unless they were eyeing me in distrust, they left that idea out altogether. Granted, that has nothing to do with being a female but it was a stigma nonetheless.

After the drama with Sam and the demon blood and the start of the apocalypse, I couldn't blame them for not wanting me on their team. Trust me, it wasn't my first choice, either.

But their opinion of me changed after they could see some of the things that I could do. I was no Ruby. They were well aware that I was out to help them stay safe.

Entering the room, I immediately holed myself up in the bathroom. The face washing came first, followed by the teeth brushing and hair combing. Sometimes traveling for so long with two men left me feeling completely disgusting. I might be a tough female, but I'm still a woman. I like to shower every day, thank you very much.

After twenty minutes or so, I came back out to find them in their usual positions. Dean was laid out across one bed, legs crossed, while he channel surfed. Sam had his nose in his MacBook, researching the bloodshed that had drawn us to this hick-hole in the first place.

"Five deaths have been reported off of the Silver Creek Bridge in the past five nights. It looks like the victims are dragged from their cars and down to the water to be drowned." Sam spoke without looking up. He glanced at his watch and continued to scroll down the web page that I couldn't see. "Think we should check it out tonight?"

I shrugged and sat on the edge of my bed. "Might be a good idea."

"Come on, guys. We just got in. You want to head back out?" Dean's protests came off as a little whiney as they usually did. "All work and no play with you. We should kick back and have a few drinks, unwind for a bit."

As usual, I ignored Dean's suggestion for alcohol and down time. "I'll go with you, Sam. Dean can stay put."

He sighed and sat up, pulling on his boots. "No, you can be the one to stay here." I narrowed my eyes at him. He knew that it annoyed me when he volunteered me to stay put.

But rather than argue this time, I said "Leave me money for food, then. And be careful."

Sam's eyes darted to me with suspicion. "That's it? No fighting about it? Are you alright?" I had to be careful to hide my smile. Of course Sam would have caught on to that.

I glared at him and muttered "Sexist pigs" before kicking back on my bed with my headphones again. I didn't hear anything that was said past that. After a few sentences, they gathered up some weapons from the bags we brought in.

They left twenty minutes later.

Fifteen minutes after that, so did I.