Edit—June 12, 2011: Originally this was a Harry Potter/Supernatural crossover but, as I was working on chapter one, my plot bunnies suddenly changed their mind and wanted it to change from Harry Potter to X-Men (and I was a little surprised with how many people voted for it to change to X-Men). But yes, as you can see, I've changed this from that to this instead. I've kept the prologue the same because, truthfully, I liked how I wrote this little snippet; I did make minor changes since there're no spells involved.

To those who read the original: I do apologize for having to change it. Honestly I hadn't anticipated for my plot bunnies to change their minds. And, in case you wanted to know which H.P. character had been chosen it was Fred Weasley. Again, I do apologize for changing it to X-Men (especially to those who wanted it to remain Harry Potter/Supernatural). But who knows? Perhaps you'll still enjoy it…? If not, I want to thank you for having taken the time to support this plot idea and for having the patience to see what was next.

Full Summary: Trinity Campbell knows the important rules of being a Hunter because, after all, she's a Campbell and had been taught by her infamous cousins, the Winchester brothers. Or, that's what was assumed. Until one night in a drunken stupor leads her to making a deal; a deal with a Crossroad Demon. Everything is turned upside down when she discovers what type of deal she made: to give a character a chance at redemption. However, in her drunken stupor or not, she never expected to find that character to be lying on the floor of her motel room. Throw in the fact that she has to reunite with her cousins to get Sam's soul back and all types of other problems it's guaranteed to be more than the usual Winchester family ride…

Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men nor do I have ownership of Supernatural; the only ownership I have over is my OC (I swear I would have used a character from Supernatural, like Jo. The problem with that is: Jo's dead. She died in season five, episode "Abandon All Hope" and, though I know I could bring her back, I'm tying this AU in with season six) and the plot of the story. Again, I do not have any type of ownership over Supernatural or X-Men. Any similarities of physical descriptions or names to any real person, may it be living or dead, is purely coincidental. Thank you.

Clockwise Reversal
Prologue

October 29, 2011 — Present Day

Have you ever been honored with the privilege of explaining to your family why you never kept in contact with them when, in truth, it was actually mutual if given some thought about it?

And you figured that one twisted white lie would help ease it, even if they were still angry with the answer?

… Unless, say, some idiot person decided to summon some monster who had the ability to make people tell the truth, at a price, known as some crazy called Veritas?

And then you discover that you do end up spilling the beans, as the saying goes, to the person that—not only happened to have invoke the curse of Veritas—but questioned the topic once again to see whether or not what you had originally told them was the truth or not?

It was at times like these that Trinity Campbell wished she had been born in a normal (and well functioning) family.

Because now it was time to face the music and tell her overprotective cousin everything.

"Dean," Trinity began and paused, trying to fight the urge of blurting everything out. "I made a deal."

"'A deal'," He repeated the words and his eyes flicked from her to the young man, seated on the newly made bed, who had been her companion since, what she claimed, was for five months, "with him?"

"No—well, not quite. It does involve him, though…" This time it was her turn for her eyes to dart between the two. The words that held the key was tightly wedged in her throat and made her feel ill by the sheer memories from that night. In some ways, she found herself wishing that Sam were here in the room to help ease Dean's anger, if only by a slim. Yet she rather was grateful that he wasn't there; she had noticed there was a small change in the man's demeanor. If Dean hadn't told her what he recalled since the night of the attack, she may not have given it much input. She struggled to spit out her next sentence, "And, you can't scold me for it either because you did the same even if you weren't drunk—"

"Damn it, Trinity! What did you do?"

"I made a deal with a Crossroad Demon!"

The stunning silence exploded throughout the room and the two found themselves suddenly still. She shifted from one foot to the other.

It took her cousin awhile to compose himself from the outburst. He blinked at her, blinked again and once more, before staring at her as if he had never known her for the past, almost, eight years. For her, cheeks burned with embarrassment and maybe even a little in shame. But before she could backtrack, tell him that it wasn't as bad as it seemed and that it was for a good cause, he ended up beating her to it.

"I've told you countless of times to never, ever make any type of pacts with demons!"

The word 'hypocrite', was on the tip of her tongue yet Trinity reframed letting it loose. Instead she said softly, "I know, I know. But he—"

Something crossed her cousin's face that made her stop short but was gone before she could decipher the meaning. She prayed to God that Dean wouldn't ask anything more, that he'd settle for this answer and never mention it again. Not until they fixed everything.

But it was never that simple.

Nothing ever was 'simple'.

For their family, that was.

And perhaps for other families that had taken to the business of being a Hunter.

But, for them it was extremely the opposite of simple. Ever since the Yellow-Eye Demon had played his major part in the Winchester/Campbell's lives. Ever since it all began to unravel from there, it was made clear that the word 'simple' could not and would not fit in their family name. Besides, Dean Winchester was never easily satisfied with these types of given answers and would use this blasted curse to his advantage.

Trinity swallowed as she tried to keep her stomach down.

There was no chance of avoiding this. It was inevitable, always had been.

It was time to come clean.