Hello. This is my first full-length Supernatural fanfic but I have high hopes for it! I hope everyone enjoys. This first chapter is going to be used to see how many people are interested in it. This fic is violent with lots of awesome fighting, fun humor, movie and music references, and full of sexy sex awesomeness.

Warnings: Extreme spoilers for up to Season Ten of Supernatural. If you haven't gotten that far, you can still read but you will be confused. Watch to season Ten and then come back and read.

Set after Sam tries to cure Dean. Instead of attacking Sam with a hammer, he simply knocks him unconscious and leaves the bunker, this is a year or so after that. Crowley and Dean are still working together.

Yes, I created my own character and she is awesome, deal with it but Dean and Sam are still main/major characters.

I do not own Supernatural or any rights to it or the characters (but if I did, I would not share).

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I thought it was a regular case. A couple of bikers outside a bar had been torn to shreds. I'd scoped out the scenes, found sulfur and knew that a demon was the responsible party. I was a hunter and a tracker, one of the best in my opinion compared to other hunters. I had once tracked a werewolf across four states without ever losing its trail so this demon would be child's play. Or so I had assumed. I quickly realized that whoever this demon was, they were trained. Hiding and covering its tracks seemed to come naturally. They were good but I was better.

I finally tracked the bastard to a small town in Washington. Surrounded by forests and mountains, it was a beautiful place. At least until the bodies started showing up. First a high school janitor was found with his throat slit. Then a couple of soccer moms were found with their necks broken, bodies not even concealed. And lastly a frat house with at least fifteen, young healthy guys having a party and it had been turned into fucking Picasso with splashes of bright red blood painting the walls and ceiling. That's where I stood now. The scene was gruesome and recent. Blood dripping steadily from the ceiling, organs and hacked body parts were strewn everywhere. The demon had reveled in the kill, enjoying it, drawing it out, and feeding on its victim's fear. Not even ghouls made this big of a mess.

The sheriff was waiting for me outside, lined face hard beneath his mustache and his deputy was on the side of the house emptying his stomach. When I had first shown up at the station in my fed suit the sheriff had seemed doubtful, even after looking at my badge. But now, after watching me walk into the house and come back out steady and sure, respect glinted in his eyes. I had seen worse sure, but it had been done by creatures that did it to live, for food. This demon was just killing to kill.

I nodded my head at the Sheriff before leaving, ducking under the crime scene tape. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and flipped it open, bringing up a number and pressing the call button. I made it habit to stay out of the Hunter loop, working better on my own but sometimes you have to play it smart and that means asking for help.

A voice finally answered, "Hello?"

"Hey Garth," I sighed, "It's Ally." Not my real name but I never gave that out, ever, not even to other hunters. Names were power and I refused to let anyone have power over me. Yeah, I know, I'm a control freak, sue me.

"Oh hey girl, long time no hear." His voice sometimes grated but he was a good guy, smart, a good hunter. When Bobby Singer had died, Garth had become the go to guy for the Hunter circle, I was one of the few that knew he was a werewolf but I didn't care as long as he didn't start eating human hearts.

"Listen Garth, I've got a problem, a demon problem. I need some backup if you have any hunters nearby."

"Yeah sure, where you at?"

I walked down the sidewalk to my car as I gave him my location before saying, "This demon is strong, I don't know why but he's carving a bloody trail across the map and it needs to stop."

His voice was a little sharper when he replied, "How long have you been tracking him and from where? Do you know what he looks like?"

"I haven't seen him yet, I've just been following his trail and only for about a month. I've been tracking him from Florida. He went postal on a couple-"

Garth interrupted hastily, "No I know what happened. Listen, Ally you need to get out of there."

"What? Why?"

"Because this demon, he's dangerous, you could get hurt."

"Garth, I hate to say it man but that kinda comes with the job and demons are always dangerous but I've exorcised my fair share, just like you." I was at my car's door with the phone held to my ear.

"No, look you don't get it. He's worse. I've had a team trying to find him for almost a year and they haven't had any luck. This is the first time a hunter has even gotten close."

"So? That's a good thing."

"No, it's not. This demon can only be taken by a team, one hunter isn't enough. Get out of town." He enunciated each word as if worried I wouldn't catch it. "He will kill you."

"Look Garth I-" my words froze in my throat as I finally looked down at my car's door. A heart was scratched into the paintjob with a bloody handprint in the middle. My body swung around. My eyes darted over everything but I didn't see anything. I could vaguely hear Garth on the other end yelling at me to answer, to tell him what happened. I turned back to my car.

I growled into the phone not even hearing Garth as I ran my finger over the scratch. "That son of a bitch." Garth was still yelling on the phone. I interrupted him.

"Garth." I stated calmly.

"Yes…" he replied hesitantly a little startled.

"Send every hunter you got. But you better hurry. This demon just made my shit list and I'm gonna rip his fucking lungs out." I stated before hanging up.

"Hello? Ally? Balls!" Garth bit out before dialing a new number. The man on the other end answered.

"Sam, we found him."

What kind of monster touched a girl's car? I was furious, pissed and murderous all rolled into one. That bastard had crossed a line and he would pay for it. My car was a dark purple, almost black, '70 Dodge Charger R/T, a gift from my brother when I first started driving. It had been nothing more than a crinkled hunk of junk when he brought it in for me but I spent hours, days fixing it up and restoring it its former glory. I had been 15 at the time. It wasn't even a month later before I came home to find my brother, the only family I had left, strung from the ceiling with chunks missing. It had been a ghoul and it had had the nerve to wear my brother's face as it tried to kill me. I fought back hard. The self-defense training I'd had since I was young along with the mixed martial arts lessons had paid off but it still wasn't enough. Luckily a hunter had burst through the door and saved my life.

He was just going to leave after killing the ghoul but I wouldn't let him. I wanted to know what had just happened, what that thing was and he told me. Everything. Vampires, wendigoes, ghosts, he told me about all of it. And how he hunted them down saving many people in the process. I decided that that was what I wanted. I wanted to fight, I wanted to be a hunter. The hunter refused. He had left me there. So I packed up my life into the trunk of the R/T, burned my brother's body and left. I ran across another group of hunters a little while later. I had actually saved their butts from a vampire and after that I asked them to teach me the job.

I stuck with them for a while as they taught me the tricks of the trade, rolling from town to town killing every monster we could find. Then they were killed. It had supposed to be a simple witch coven but it turned out to be a pagan god. The bastard had done something, taken over their minds and made them kill each other. While the god had been distracted by my team's grueling death match, I had snuck up behind it and stuck it with a stake made of willow dipped in the blood of a ram. My team was dead and I was alone again so I kept it that way. I excelled in tracking and hand to hand combat so I did well enough on my own. That had been 11 years ago.

This was supposed to be another job, an easy demon kill but then that asshole had touched my car and made it personal. I parked in the darkened area of downtown later that night. The moon was a little over half full in the sky and I tracked the demon through alleys and streets finally arriving at the forest line. I checked my weapons, palmed my gun and crept into the trees. Shadows and leaves flickered and the animals were silent. Everything just screamed with a sense of wrongness, the feeling scratching down my spine. My gun was steady as I knelt down to study the ground, a broken stick and the slight indent of a boot heel, he was slipping. I didn't have a problem seeing in the moonlit dark, my eyes strong enough to cut through the gloom and a flashlight would have given me away. A mile into the forest and the trail faded before picking up after a half mile and then disappearing completely within the next mile.

Frustration and wariness crept in on me as I scanned the forest floor. The trail stopped cold. A slight rustling had me quickly rising from a crouch and training my gun on its source. A flash of skin a little ways away. I broke into a silent run, staying low and keeping my weapon at my side. I stopped, swinging around, ears straining and another rustle with a snapping twig drew my attention to the left and I jogged over before pressing my back against a tree.

A deep breath. I swung out from behind the tree; gun raised at chest level and found – nothing. Not a damn thing. I glided forward, my eyes darting around before glancing over the leave covered ground. There was nothing, not a boot print or bent leaf to show someone came through here. My first thought was that he got away but my instincts told me that something was wrong, that the demon was close and my instinct along with my quick reflexes, were what had kept me alive as a hunter; I'd learned to listen to that voice in the back of my head. A prickle of unease on my neck and I spun to look behind me, eyes sharp, gun instantly aiming at a dark spot by a moss covered tree.

A rough baritone voice spoke, filled with amusement, "Did you get my message?"

"Yes as a matter a fact I did." I wanted to spit, to scream and shoot him but now was not the time to let emotion get in the way so I let my voice remain cool and detached. "Rather rude, don't you think? Carving up a girl's paintjob? Not the best way to go about things," we were standing across from each other. He was still in the shadows and I couldn't see him that well but I could tell he was tall, taller than my curvy 5'4 frame.

"Oh it wasn't just the car; the car was just a bit of fun. The bodies in this town, the blood bath at the frat house, those were all for you. I figured if I got you angry enough, you'd come looking for me, and it would get you out here, alone." His voice was deep and smooth, glassy but rough.

I was calm and my body was relaxed, ready. "And why would you want me out here?"

"Because I know you've been tracking me, ever since Florida. You're good, I'll give you that. I've have hunters on me for months but they never even get close but you find me in a couple of weeks. Any other hunter would have lost my scent right off the bat but not you. Why is that?" He sounded genuinely curious but also suspicious.

I felt apprehension flow through me. If he knew I had been tracking him since then this could be a possible trap. It wouldn't matter if it was; he still had to be brought down for all the people he had killed. I bolstered my confidence and strengthened my resolve.

"Just lucky I guess. You give me too much credit. And how do you know I'm hunter, I could just be a cop hunting you down for the body trail you've been leaving."

"Oh I disagree," he laughed. "I can tell you're a hunter, a good one, just by watching the way you move, the way you track."

My hackles wanted to rise at that and I felt my cool, calm demeanor quake slightly. If he knew how I tracked then that meant he had been watching me and I hadn't even known he was there. Which means the only reason I knew he was there now was because he let me know. Shit, I swore inwardly but I didn't let the panic show on my face.

"I'm flattered, really, but I'm just an average hunter, hunting an average demon." I couldn't help the way my shoulders were rigid with tension.

He laughed, actually laughed, a short burst of sound that was nothing but sarcasm and condescension.

"You don't know who I am do you? You have no idea what you chased out here."

My throat felt constricted. "Why should it matter who you are? You're just another punk ass, black eyed demon begging for a holy water bath." My voice was strong, belying the panic I was feeling inside. Why hadn't he attacked me yet? Why was he just talking? Was he stalling?

The moon, which been previously covered by a thin cloud making the clearing dim, finally drifted away and the area was filled with gentle moonlight but he was still in the shadows.

"You wanted to know how I knew you were a hunter right?" A booted foot slowly stepped into the clearing, followed by strong jean clad legs, muscled upper body and then finally a tanned face with green eyes.

"I used to be one. Name's Dean Winchester." He grinned. The grin wasn't a comforting one, all teeth and predator.

Even with the years of practice I had, my eyes widened slightly in alarm. Dean fucking Winchester. That was who I had been tracking? Oh shit oh shit was my inner mantra and I felt it was well deserved. I may not have been in the Hunter circle but even I knew about the Winchesters. They'd saved the world, numerous times, endangered it too but they always saved it in the end. They were good, very good, widely agreed to be the best. Two of the most feared and well respected hunters in the business.

His voice drifted to me, "I know a hunter when I see one. You're in the business; you have the uh, look, in your eye. You've seen death and killed your fair share. The question is; why are you hunting me, alone that is?" His eyes were cold, frozen.

My voice was strong but held an underlying tone of apprehension. "Because I don't need help bringing you down, you're just a demon. You are not a hunter, you're just the jerk-off that possessed him and you are going to pay for that" I moved my finger to trigger and squeezed it, once, twice, three times. I knew it wouldn't keep him down long. I backed up, putting several more feet between me and him, putting my gun in the holster on my thigh before pulling a folded up tarp out of my pocket along with a bottle of holy water.

I was getting ready to toss down the tarp when a body came out of nowhere and smashed into mine, sending me skidding several feet along the muddy ground. No, that wasn't possible, demons didn't recover that quickly. I looked up and saw him standing where I had been, motionless, with a grin on his face. The hole in the middle of his forehead was already healing so I had to assume the one in his heart and knee were healing as well. My bottle of holy water and the tarp were at his feet. Damn, looks like I was going to have to do this the old fashion way.

Landing on my back had hurt but I pushed the pain away. I leapt to my feet without using my hands and landed in a crouch then straightening my body out. He still hadn't moved. He just stood there with that stupid smirk on his face, as if he were dealing with an unruly child. It pissed me off to no end.

I filled my lungs with air, stuck my hand in my pocket and yelled, "Christo!"

His flinch and following shudder gave me time to rip the plastic water bottle out of my pocket and tossed it at him, making sure the water splayed in a huge arc, covering him. He yelled and snarled demonically as the Holy water burned his skin with a hiss. I ran forward and tackled him to the ground with my arms around his middle.

Rolling to the side, I sprung to my feet and searched the ground for the tarp. My eyes landed on it but the demon chose that moment to jump up and swing a heavy fist at me, I ducked. I put space between us and kept my eyes on him. He was pissed now but that smirk remained on his face.

"News flash sweetheart. I am a demon, but I ain't possessing nothing. I'm just naturally this awesome."

I didn't even waste time responding to the cocky lie. I snatched a long bladed knife from the sheath on my calf and fell into a ready fight stance. I didn't have long to wait. He ran towards me sweeping out with a fist, I ducked, swerved and slashed at his arm. The cut didn't even slow him down. A quick swipe of the hand and my knife was knocked away while a kick swung out to the side to land a blow to my ribs. The pain was sharp but I ignored it catching his leg and holding it to my side. I slammed my elbow into the leg and dug in. He tore it away with an angry yell.

I kept moving. A kick to the knee that should have crippled him, but he kept moving. His fist shot out catching me on the cheek and then the collar bone. Ignoring years of instruction from my teachers, I stepped inside his reach, throwing a fist into his throat and thrusting the palm of my hand up into his nose. It would have dropped a normal demon but this bastard was making it pretty clear that he was anything but normal.

He recovered fast and sent a forearm into the side of my head making me stagger but I was still able to punch at his gut. He slapped it away with one hand while blocking my left hand which had been following with an uppercut. I sent a high kick into the side of his head but he stopped it, wrapping a long fingered hand around my ankle, holding me there. I swept my free leg up into the side of his face. The blow didn't faze him; he just grabbed my other leg and held on. With a manic smile, he dropped me, allowing my body to slam into the ground. A pained cry forced its way from my lungs and I struggled to draw a breath.

He followed me to the ground but my boot slammed into his face stopping him. He staggered back a few steps groaning angrily. I scrambled back a few feet before staggering to a standing position, my earlier grace gone in the face of my pain and growing exhaustion. Whoever this demon was, he obviously had years of experience on me, not to mention greater strength and stamina. I couldn't let him get me on the ground again.

I knew my hope lay in trapping him so I swung around, looking for the tarp. I finally found it. It's quickly snatched up, snapped open and flung on the ground. The back of my neck prickled. I dropped to the ground and rolled away as he dove forward, fist swinging. I looked up and was relieved to see that he had landed on the tarp.

Getting to my feet I stood back and watched him. The demon tried to step forward but was blocked. He looked down and was pissed to see a Devil's Trap on the canvas. Blood trickled from my split lip and I think a couple ribs were broken but none the less I stepped closer.

"How do you like that, sweetheart," I bit out. "Portable Devil's Trap." He looked up and snarled at me, green eyes flicking to black. He shoved against the invisible barrier but got nowhere.

I grin quickly before I started chanting in Latin. "Exorcizamus Te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas -"

"You aren't listening to me. I'm not possessing anyone. That won't work" His voice was low, threatening. I don't stop.

"Omnis Incursio Infernalis adversarii. Omnis legio. Omnis congregatio."

"Oh I'm going to enjoy getting out of this trap. I'm going to rip you to pieces for this. Pity, you look like you could have been a good fuck."

I kept chanting but fear bubbled through my wall of control making my words waver slightly and he grinned. He pressed both palms to the unseen barrier and leaned forward, waiting. Finally, the chant came to an end. I braced for the traditional wails and a rush of black smoke to burst forth from the vessel but nothing happened. He just looked at me with that smirk that now screamed eager killer.

What the hell? He was a demon. Why wasn't the exorcism working? I took a step back, wincing slightly at the pain in my ribs.

I snatched my phone from my pocket, ignoring the dozens of missed calls and pressed the redial button. A voice answered on the second ring.

"Ally! Thank god. What happened? Are you-"

I don't let him finish, I kept my eyes on the demon still trapped in the circle.

"What is he? The exorcism didn't work but I know he's a demon. What is he?" My voice was shaky and the demon's still black eyes glinted with a savage pleasure.

"He is a demon but that is his body, his own soul. He can't be exorcised. Do you have him trapped?"

"Yes of course. How can he be a demon with his own body? How is this possible?" I hissed, turning my back.

"It's a long story. But you need to know that he isn't your average demon, he's stronger, he has something more. What do you have him trapped in?" Garth's voice is firm and I answer immediately.

"Devil's Trap, what else."

"Ally, you need to run, get out of there, just run."

"Why?"

"A trap won't hold him for long you need to get out of there. I've got help on the way but I don't know how long until they-"

I looked up and the phone nearly slipped from fingers. The trap was empty. My body twisted around frantically. Dean Winchester was gone.

"Shit," I put the phone to my ear. "He's gone. I'll call if I make it to my car. Thanks." I hung up and shoved the phone in my back pocket. I snatched my large knife from the ground and ran into the trees. I didn't bother grabbing the tarp, it didn't work anyways.

My breath sawed in and out of my lungs, my ribs on fire and my head swam. All I could think was shit. Shit. Shit. What have I done? How could this night get so fucked up so quickly? I dodged around trees and jumped over rocks. My pace was slower than normal, to slow and I couldn't help but feel a touch of fear ice my veins. I couldn't hear any sounds of pursuit. But this was a demon version of the Dean Winchester; I wouldn't hear him unless he wanted me to.

As if on cue a stick broke behind me, the crack loud and I flinched but kept running. Heavy footfalls could now be heard and I nearly cried out but I settled for swearing under my breath. He pursued me. Never getting closer but never getting farther away either and I came to the realization that he wanted me scared, he wanted me panicked. I refused to look back, scream and then fall on my face like some simpering and stupid female victim on a horror movie.

My body hurt but I didn't stop running. I was getting closer to the road and Dean knew it too. His footsteps quickened. He was going to catch me. In a last ditch effort, I dove to the left behind a tree, rolled across the forest floor and leapt up and ran in the new direction. A large tree came up and I ducked behind it, pressing my back to it. I struggled to make my heavy breathing silent. The sound of footsteps was gone.

God, I felt like a B-rated horror movie. A slight breeze soared through the leaves above, making them sway. The moon was still bright enough to see by while the rest of the night was silent. Not even crickets were brave enough to make a sound. It was giving me the creeps. I still didn't hear anything. My hand was pressed against my side, the knife in my other, held down and slightly away from my body ready. I wasn't ready to run again, my ribs were making breathing and moving a chore.

I'd just have to chance it, I wasn't dying out here. Stepping away from the tree, my eyes darted around finding nothing. Clouds chose that moment to drift back in front of the moon and I froze in place. My vision at night was good but I couldn't see in the pitch black. The bastard could come at me from anywhere and I wouldn't even see him. I took a few more steps, hands going through my pockets searching for a flashlight. Finally I found my phone. The dim screen offered some light but not enough to see more than a few feet.

Raising the phone to eye level, I kept walking, slowly, searching the area around me. A scraping noise to the left and I spun my body to the side and found nothing. I hoped I could see my way to the car and I hoped even harder that the demon had gotten bored with me. Neither hope was very strong. Turning with my phone high, my eyes looked up to find a pair of black ones in front of me. I stabbed the knife forward with a yell but he easily knocked it away and out of my hand. His hand wrapped around my throat and I dropped the phone to scrabble at his wrists with both hands. He shoved me backwards and my back found a tree. The hand at my throat pressed me against the bark before sliding me up. My feet were dangling above the ground and I couldn't breathe. I beat at his shoulders and chest, kicking out with my feet. My boot slammed into his gut. In response, he slammed my head against the tree with a growl, making me see stars and feel woozy. His body pressed close to mine, keeping my legs trapped.

He leaned in close to whisper, his lips right next to my ear, breath warm as he spoke, "I told you I'd tear you apart." The hand on my windpipe gripped tighter. Oxygen became a memory. My hands slipped from his wrists and dangled at my sides. My body grew limp. Black spots appeared in my eyes and blood rushed in my ears.

A voice spoke, a new one but I couldn't hear what it said. I wrote it off as death throes. It was pissing me off honestly. Getting killed in the middle of some backwater forest by a piece of shit demon/former hunter; it rubbed me wrong in every way. My vision was dark now. People said that you are supposed to see a white light or some shit like that but I didn't. All I saw was darkness. All I felt was pain.

And then I was falling. My knees hit the ground, the hand on my windpipe gone. I gasped and choked and coughed, drawing air into my lungs. My eyes watered and my whole body hurt. I couldn't move from where knelt on my hands and knees on the forest floor, I could only look up blearily to see two shadows above me, standing side by side. And then a large fist descended smashing into my face. My body fell to the side and I slipped away.