A/N: Yay! Supernatural story! I just finished watching season 1, and I love the Winchesters. If you're reading this, I bet you do too. I hope you enjoy.

How did I get myself in this mess? I'm supposed to be some sort of professional in this odd field of work. Maybe that's why these men caught me off guard. I am such an idiot. In this musty room I am trapped in a metal cage. Some sort of switch operates the heavy-duty lock on the three cages, including mine. My captors feed me once per day, and they recently brought in an older man. I had seen him in town before I was taken. I remember talking to him about the odd disappearances in this small town of Hibbing, Minnesota. I had talked to John about this town about a year ago.

The man they brought in got angry at me, then he would fall asleep, then he would wake up as they brought us food. That cycle repeated itself for a couple days until another person was brought to this horrid place. He looks familiar to me, but with no light I can't see much detail. Having all three cages full does not bode well for us. The man was thrown in the cage and the captors left.

A couple hours go by before the new captive wakes up in panic. He's breathing heavy as he tries to understand his surroundings. He stands up, but because of the height of the cage he can't stand all the way. I think I do know this guy. His face passes through the limited beam of light, and his name is right on the tip of my tongue. I watch as he grasps the bars of the cage and shakes it, trying to find a weakness in the structure. I smile because I have tried the same thing before. He looks over at the other cage. The annoying man, who always seems like he's mad at me, is sleeping.

I continue to stay quiet as he grabs the top of the cage. He swings from the top of the cage and uses his legs as a battering ram against one of the door of his cage. Again, I've tried to do that same thing myself. I try to think of his name as his actions get him nowhere. With all of the noise of the new guy trying to escape, the annoying guy finally wakes up. The man's movement startles the new guy.

"You're alive?" He says to the waking man. That voice. Now I know for sure who it is. A smile makes its way to my face. It has to be a Winchester. "Hey, you okay?" He says in response to the annoying guy's grunts and groans.

"Does it look like I'm doing okay?" The guy replies. What a jerk.

"Where are we?" The newbie asks.

"I don't know." Even I'm still trying to figure that out. "Country, I think. Smells like the country."

"You're Alvin Jenkins aren't you?"

"Yeah." The Winchester chuckles as he breathes a sigh.

"Wow, I was lookin' for ya."

"Oh yeah?" Alvin asks.

"Yeah." He's clearly not John, and he doesn't sound like Dean, so that means this must be little Sammy.

"Well, no offense, but this is a piss poor rescue."

"Shut up Alvin." I finally pipe up, making my presence known. Sam is taken aback by my voice. "Don't listen to him, Sammy." I say as I get as close to the wall of bars closest to Sammy's cage. "He's been lashing out at me since he got here." Sam looks at me confused.

"How do you know my name?" He seems a bit creeped out, and I laugh out loud.

"Come on Sammy. Don't you recognize your own brother's best female friend?" I watch as his eyes go wide.

"Shelby?" He asks. He still seems confused, though. "How are you here?"

"I got a tip about something strange going on in this town, so I had to check it out." He nods in understanding. "I let my guard down and was brought here." I think about something before voicing the thought. "So, where is my best friend? You must've come here with him."

"Dean's probably lookin' for us." Sam doesn't seem too sure about that.

"Let's hope he can find us." I say softly. Dean's good, but even I was having a hard time with this case before I was taken.

"So," Sam snaps me out of my thoughts. "What are they?" He asks me. "Have you seen them? What do they look like?" I hear the doors being opened.

"You'll see soon enough, Sammy." I sit as far away from the door of my cage as possible as the door to the room is opened. Two figures in hoods come in. One grabs a bat and hits the door of Alvin's cage. One goes to the lock release button as Alvin backs away from his cage's door. They open the cage long enough to slide in a plate with food and a cup of some liquid in it. They do the same with my cage. They don't give Sam any food though. They just hit his cage with their bat. The cage doors are locked before they leave.

"I'll be damned." Sam says in shock. "They're just people."

"Extremely disturbed people." I say as I pick at the food they've given me.

"Yeah, what'd you expect?" Alvin asks.

"How often do they feed you two?" Sam asks.

"Once a day." I reply.

"Yeah, they use that thing over there to open the cage." Alvin points to the control box.

"And that's the only time you see 'em?" The Winchester boy asks.

"Other than bringing you two in?" I say, gesturing to the two men in front of me. "Yeah."

"I'm waitin'." Alvin states.

"Waitin' for what?" I ask, chuckling a bit.

"Ned Beatty time, man." He answers, and I let out a loud laugh.

"I think that's the least of your worries, right now." Sam replies.

"Yeah," I say. "I've been here longer than you, and they haven't tried anything with me."

"Maybe they're not into ugly chicks." The man says.

"You're just mad because I didn't want to sleep with you." I reach my hand through the bars of my cage so he could see my hand gesture. "Fuck off man." I say as I flip him off. I retract my hand and look at Sam. He is reaching through the top of his cage and grabbing onto some weird pipe or wire hanging near him. Alvin also watches Sam's actions.

"What do you think they want?" The asshole asks.

"Depends on who they are." Sam replies as he starts pulling on the large metal wire.

"They're a bunch of psycho hillbilly rednecks, if you ask me. Lookin' for love in all the wrong places." Alvin finishes his thoughts as Sam continues to pull at the wire. I hear something slightly give way at his actions. That just fires him up even more, and he continues to pull. "Why don't you give it up Sammy? There's no way out."

"Don't." Sam says, struggling with the wire. "Call me." He tugs one more time as he finishes his sentence. "Sammy." The wire is released from the ceiling and Sam falls backwards.

"She calls you Sammy." Alvin says, pointing to me.

"What are you? Five?" I ask the stupid man. Sam coughs as the dust settles. He picks up something that fell into his cage. "What is that?" I ask. He inspects it in the light before answering.

"It's a bracket."

"Oh, thank god, a bracket. Now we got 'em, huh?" Alvin says sarcastically. He is getting on my last nerve. Suddenly the door to Alvin's cage unlocks and opens. We all look at his door in shock. "Must've been a short." Alvin gets off his ass and opens his door a bit further. "Maybe you knocked something loose." He steps out of his cage and looks around. It seems suspicious that only his door was opened. I wish he would just go away, though.

"I think you should get back in there Jenkins." Sam says to him. He has the same feeling as me. This is a trap of some sort. It has to be. "This isn't right."

"Don't you wanna get outta here?" He asks Sam.

"Yeah, but that was too easy." Sam says.

"Look," Alvin says. "I'm gonna get outta here. I'm gonna send help, okay? Don't worry."

"No." Sam tries to stop him, but when an idiot has his mind set on one thing he can't think about anything else. "I'm serious. Jenkins, this might be a trap."

"It most definitely is a trap." I say. Alvin is not even listening. He waves to us as he exits the room.

"Jenkins!" Sam tries one more time, but it's no use. The man is already gone. We hear a heavy door open and close from where we are.

"Good riddance." I say to myself.

"How can you say that?" Sam says solemnly. "He's probably gonna be killed by those people."

"Guys like that don't deserve to live." I say. "He's an idiot, and he tried to roofie me after I denied his advances."

"What?"

"Yeah. He tried to hit on me when I was asking questions about the disappearances, and I was not having any of it." I tell him. "I go to the restroom and I see him pouring something in my bottle of beer. I walk over and ask the bartender for a different bottle. He got pissed about being caught and stormed out." Sam stayed silent after that. A couple minutes later a scream is heard. "Well, shit," I say. "I thought he'd last longer than that." We sit in silence for a couple hours. I decide to break it. "So, how's Dean?" I ask casually.

"Are you really starting up small talk?" He seems almost annoyed.

"Well, I don't like the silence, so excuse me for trying to catch up with an old friend." I say. There is a long pause before Sam speaks.

"Dean's good, I guess."

"That's good." I think of something else to talk about. "And the Impala?"

"Also good. Maybe a few small dents and scratches since I joined Dean on the road." He answers. "But he's been able to fix it all up real easy."

"And how did he get you to join him on the road?"

"It's a long story." He says.

"Does it look like we're going anywhere, Sammy?" He sighs in defeat as he explains everything that happened, from the oddly familiar death of his girlfriend to now. "I'm so sorry about your girlfriend." I don't know what else to say. "I am glad that you and Dean are working together to look for your dad. I haven't seen him in a while."

"I guess." Sam's simple answer was the end of our conversation until the door to the room was opened. The two figures drag in the body of a woman I had talked to when I was investigating. She works at the Sheriff's department. The captors leave once they lock the woman in the cage. Sam and I wait in silence for her to wake up. About half an hour later she wakes up, grabbing the back of her head. "You alright?" Sam decides to get her attention. She looks over toward him.

"Are you Sam Winchester?" She asks. "Aren't you?"

"Yeah."

"Your, uh, your cousin's looking for you." She says. She must be referring to Dean.

"Thank God." I say. She looks to me and seems surprised.

"Shelby?" She asks. "I thought you left town."

"Nope. I'm still here." I chuckle.

"Where's my cousin?" Sam asks the woman.

"I, uh, I cuffed him to my car." She answers. Mere seconds later the door to the cellar opens. The three of us look towards the figure that enters. A smile makes it to my face as the silhouette becomes more familiar. He looks around the dimly lit room until he makes it far enough to see us in the cages. He goes straight to his brother.

"Sam?" He calls out to his brother. "Are you hurt?"

"No." Sam smiles. Dean smiles back at him, then he lifts his eyes to look towards me.

"Well, look who we have here." He says as he walks over to my cage. "I see you can't keep out of trouble without me, Shel." I smile as he smirks at me.

"Maybe so." I reply.

"It's so good to see you guys." He says. The other woman in the room pipes up.

"How did you get outta the cuffs?" She says. Dean looks up at her.

"Oh, I know a little trick or two." He says, making him seem so snarky. Oh how I missed this man. Dean looks at the lock on Sam's cage. "Oh. These locks look like they're gonna be a bitch." I giggle at that.

"I know right?" I say playfully. Sam reaches through the bars and points to the box with the button for the door.

"There's some kind of automatic control…right there." Dean follows the pointing finger to the box. Then he turns back to Sam and I.

"Have you guys seem 'em?" Sam beats me to the explanation.

"Yeah, dude, they're just people." Sam shakes his head in disbelief of his own words. We spend our lives finding and dealing with the supernatural, that this is just out of our wheelhouse.

"And they jumped you?" Dean asks. Sam shakes his head in disbelief once again. "Must be getting' a little rust there, kiddo." Then he looks to me. "You too. I expect you to be the smart one." He points to me before going over to the control box.

"Being smart has nothing to do with me being captured." I try to defend myself. "I was jumped in the dark by two guys. I had little to no time to react before they knocked me out."

"Fine, fine." The older Winchester brother says. "What do they want?"

"I don't know." I answer. I've been here longer than Sam, so if anyone would know it would be me.

"They let Jenkins go, but," Sam adds. "That was some sort of trap." I watch as Dean tries to press the buttons to release the locks, but it doesn't work. "It doesn't make any sense to me."

"Yeah, well, that's the point." Dean replies. "You know with our," He pauses, stopping himself from getting too into what we actually do in front of the Sheriff lady. "Our usual playmates there-there's rules, there's patterns. But with people, they're just crazy." Dean closes the control box and inspects the cage of the other woman.

"See anything else out there?" Sam asks.

"Uh huh, there's about a dozen junked cars hidden out back." Dean answers. "Plates from all over, so I'm thinkin' when they take someone they take their car too."

"Did you see a black mustang out there? About ten years old?" The Sheriff lady asks.

"Yeah, actually, I did." Dean answers. The woman gets a solemn expression. "Your brother's?" She nods and looks down at the ground. "I'm sorry." A moment passes before Dean speaks again. "Let's get you guys outta here, and then we'll take care of those bastards." He turns to Sam and I. "This thing takes a key." He says gesturing to the control box. "Key?" Asking us with one word if we've seen one.

"Uh, I don't know." Sam says. I just shrug my shoulders.

"Alright, I better go find it." Dean turns around to go searching around for the key.

"Hey." Sam calls to him, causing Dean to turn around. "Be careful."

"Always am, Sammy." Dean answers. "Isn't that right, Shel?" I chuckle before answering.

"I think we all know the truth." I smile at him. He returns it before hunting down the key.

Dean POV

I go in search of the key to release my brother, Shelby, and the cop. As I look around I see the strangest things. There are pictures of their kills, objects made out of bones, and the like. As I spot some keys on a desk a little girl, who calls out to her dad, attacks me. I put up a fight with two people before another one is finally able to knock me out. When I wake up I am tied to a chair. As I try to place my surroundings I hear a fire crackling behind me. I lift my head and see the strange family in front of me.

"Let us hunt 'im." One of them asks the older man.

"Yeah, this one's a fighter." The other man says. "Sure'd be fun to hunt." The old man laughs at the comments as everything finally clicks.

"Oh, you gotta be kiddin' me." I say and I lean my head back a bit. "That's what this is about? Y-you, you yahoos hunt people?" They stay silent as the older man begins to talk to me.

"You ever killed before?" He asks me.

"W-well that depends on what you mean." I sort of laugh. I've killed monsters and other creatures, but no actual people, yet.

"I've hunted all my life." The old man begins. "Just like my father, his before him. I've hunted deer, and bear; I even got a cougar once. But the best hunt is human." This guy is sick. "Oh, there's nothing like it. Holding their life in your hands, seeing the fear in their eyes just before they go dark." He closes his eyes, relishing in the thought of what he's describing to me. "Makes you feel powerful, alive."

"You're a sick puppy." I say to him. His facial expression drops. I guess he didn't like my comment. He stands up as he speaks again.

"We give 'em a weapon, give 'em a fightin' chance. It's kinda like our tradition passed down father to son. Course only one or two a year." The man moves to my left. "Never enough to bring the lot down. O' course; if a bunch of newcomers travel into town, it's a field day for us. We've never been sloppy enough to go after too many locals."

"Yeah, well, don't sell yourself short." I say as I look up at the man. "You're plenty sloppy." I taste blood in the corner of my mouth. I try to search for the injury with my tongue. As I hit the cut on the inside of my mouth, my face scrunches up a little.

"So what? You with that pretty cop?" he asks. I don't say anything. "Are you a cop?" I chuckle at that. I've pretended to be a cop many times, but I am nothing remotely like a cop.

"If I tell you, you promise not to make me into an ashtray?" I joke, even though this is not the best time to be making jokes. He looks over at the two men in front of me and one of them storms forward and punches me in the face. It hurt like a bitch.

"Only reason I don't let my boys take you right here and now, is that there's somethin' I need to know." He walks closer to the crackling fire behind me as I continue to joke around. I just can't help it.

"Yeah, how bout it's not nice to marry your sister?" I say. I hear metallic scratching noises.

"Tell me." He says, coming back over to me. "Any of the cops gonna come lookin' for you?"

"Ah, eat me." I pause thinking about it. "No, no, wait, wait, wait you actually might." I say as I feel a stream of blood come from my nose. One of the guys comes over and holds my head in one position. I see the older man come around in front of me with a metal rod. The end was heated, red hot, in the fire.

"You think this is funny?" The older man says holding the heated rod near my face. "You brought this down on my family." Now the situation is finally setting in. Sammy and I might not get out of this one. "Alright, you wanna play games? We'll play some games." Suddenly I think about Shelby. I haven't seen her in what feels like years. What if we never see each other again? We've always been pretty close, but we went our separate ways for a stupid reason. It was mostly my fault. I need to apologize. I need to set things right with her. "Looks like we're gonna have a hunt tonight after all, boys." He looks between the guys. He continues when he looks back at me. "And you get to pick the animal." Oh geeze. "The boy, the girl, or the cop?" He asks me. I think about a way to try and get out of this.

"Wait, wait. Look, nobody's comin' for me, all right? It's just us." I say, trying to reason with him.

"We don't choose our will." The old man holds the red hot metal to my shoulder for a second. It hurt worse than the punch to the face.

"Oh, you son of a bitch." I seethe in pain. The same hot metal is brought close to my eye as he speaks again. I stare at it in fear.

"Next time I'll take an eye." He threatens.

"Alright, the guy, the guy, take the guy." I say quickly. I know Sam will be able to hold his own against these guys. The old man smiles as he takes a key, hanging on a chain, from around his neck. He hands it to one of the guys.

"Nate, go do it." The old man says. Before the guy turns to leave the old man stops him. "Don't let 'im out, though. Shoot 'im in the cage." That doesn't sound right.

"What?" They look to me. "I thought you said you were gonna hunt 'im. You're gonna give 'im a chance."

"Nate!" He calls to the guy who was walking away with the key. "When you're done with the boy, shoot the bitches too." No, no, no, no, no. This is not happening. "We gotta clean this mess up before any cops come runnin' out here." I watch in fear as the guy grabs the rifle and heads to the cages.

Shelby POV

What is taking so long? He better not 'ave gotten himself caught. I'll have to add it to the list of things he will never live down. I can tell that Sam is on edge, just like me. It's not like Dean to take so long. Finally, we hear the door to the room open I watch the figure closely. I'm getting a bad vibe. This person isn't Dean. Whoever it is, is way too skinny. He heads straight for the control box.

"What're you doing?" Sam asks. The guy pushes a button and Sam's door is unlocked. What is going on? The guy walks closer to Sam's cage as he pulls a rifle from his shoulder. The door to Sammy's cage is opened.

"Woah, woah, woah. What's happening?" I frantically ask as the gun is aimed at Sam. My breathing quickens. I see Sam throw the bracket, which fell from the ceiling before, at the guy. It distracts him and he fires the gun too high to hit Sammy. The two of them struggle for the gun, and Sam gets the upper hand quickly. He stands up trying to use the pump on the gun, but it's jammed.

"Damn." He whispers.

"Hey, let us out." I say. He looks up at me a second. "If they don't hear back from their man soon they're gonna send someone else." He drops the gun and heads over to the control box. The cop's cage and mine are unlocked. Sam and I put the unconscious man in Sam's cage, and we lock it up. Sam takes the key from the control box, the cop finds the fuses and makes sure the other people won't be able to see us, and we head into a connecting room to try and hide from whoever is sent to investigate. This is when I notice that we're actually in a barn of some sort.

I hide under a tractor as Sam climbs into the loft and the cop hides in a cabinet. The door leading outside is right there. I can just slip out and leave. Maybe I should go see what happened with Dean. He better not be dead. That would be really disappointing. It's too late to move now. I watch as an old man and a middle aged man come in with their guns poised to shoot. The older man gestures for the middle aged man to search the side of the room that the cop and I are hiding in. The old man then climbs the ladder, where Sam is hiding.

I watch the middle aged man closely. He cautiously walks around, listening for anything out of the ordinary. Suddenly the cop moves the door of the cabinet she's hiding in. What the heck? The guy goes over to investigate. I leave my hiding spot and sneak up behind the large man. Before he is able to shoot at the cabinet I jump on his back. I wrap my arms around his neck, which causes him to drop his gun. As he struggles to get me off, and the cop comes out of hiding and picks up the gun. The guy slams me back into a wooden post. I let him go and fall to the ground. As I look up at the guy I see the cop hit him in the head with the butt of the gun many times. He falls to the floor.

Suddenly, I see Sam running around the corner. The older man is right on his tail. Sam runs past the cop as she raises the gun and shoots the older man in the shoulder. Sam crouches next to me, after the man falls to the floor.

"Are you alright?" He asks me.

"Yeah, just reinjured my back is all." I strain as I try to control my breathing. I injured my back when I was out on the road with the Winchesters a while back. We got into a tough spot, and I ended up being thrown into a boulder by a pretty strong creature. Dean had to carry me to a hospital, and I was bedridden for over a week. John was so pissed. After I was released from the hospital he yelled at me for an hour straight.

"Okay, I guess I'm gonna have to drag that big guy into one of the cages by myself." He stands up and drags the man into one of the free cages. Once he was locked in, he came back and helped me stand. I had my right arm wrapped around his head as he supported me around my waist. It doesn't hurt as much as the first time, so that's something good to think about. We stand there and look to the cop. She's holding the gun, and aiming it at the older man. He's still lying on the ground, conscious.

"I'll watch this one. You two go ahead." The cop says. I know what she's gonna do, and I feel like Sammy knows too. When we don't move she urges us. "Go ahead." I lightly nudge Sam towards the exit. I can tell he didn't want to leave her alone. Sam brings me to the porch and carefully sits me down on the steps. He goes inside to try and find Dean. I breathe through the pain in my back. Soon I hear a gunshot coming from the barn. I knew it. I knew she was gonna shoot 'im. The door opens behind me and two sets of footsteps come towards me.

"I see you hurt your back again, Shel." I roll my eyes at that statement. "Maybe it's time for you to retire." I sarcastically laugh as he walks down the stairs and stands in front of me. He helps me stand like Sam did before, but on the other side of his body. I see that he has some sort of injury on his left shoulder. I'll have to ask him about that. We take a few steps before seeing the cop walking towards us. She meets up with us at the stairs.

"Where's the little girl?" She asks.

"I locked her in the closet." Dean answered. "What about the dad?" He asks, talking about the older man. I look at Sam, standing to my right, and he looks at me.

"Shot, trying to escape." She answers. That is such a lie.

We walk around the grounds as the cop calls for backup. The pain in my back becomes more of a dull ache, so I am able to walk on my own now. I look around for some of my belongings. My backpack was thrown in one of the cars hidden in the back. I don't think my back can handle the weight of my bag, so I call Sam over to get it for me. I see he has his jacket back, and I smile at him as he walks over.

"Hey, Sammy." I say. "Could you get my bag from the car?" I gesture to the car my bag was thrown in.

"Sure thing." He says. "How's your back?" He asks as he reaches in and pulls my backpack from the car.

"It's okay. A bit sore, but nothing I can't handle." I smile at him. I hold my hand out for him to hand me my bag. He just smiles at me as he puts one strap of the bag over his shoulder. "Hey, what're you doing?"

"Your back needs to recover a bit more before you put this much weight on it." He says as he starts to walk back to where Dean was waiting for us.

"Oh, come on, Sammy. I'm fine." I say as I try to reach for the strap. He pushes my hand away as we stop in front of Dean.

"Oh, I think I'll be the judge of that." Dean says. I glare at him.

"Who put you in charge?" I ask him. I look to Sam again with my hand out. "I need to get moving, kid. Now give me my back pack." He smiles and shakes his head at me.

"I don't think so." Sam states.

"Why don't you travel with us for a while." Dean suggests.

"I'm more of a solo type of girl." I glare at him. "Or have you forgotten?" He takes a deep breath as he rolls his eyes.

"No, I haven't forgotten, Shel." He looks back at me. "Just stay with us for a little while, for old times sake." I stay silent, thinking about the offer. It's true. My backpack is too heavy for me to carry right now. I am by myself, and that might not be a good thing after I was just captured by crazy people. Maybe this would be okay for now. I haven't spent time with them in a long time. It might be nice to have some company on the road.

"Fine." I sigh reluctantly. Sam's smile grows, and Dean smirks at me. Dean turns around and walks towards the front of the house. Sam and I follow him. "So," I say trying to get Dean's attention. "Where's the Impala?"

"I think it's at the police station." Dean answers as we stop to talk to the cop.

"So," She starts. "State police and the FBI are gonna be here within the hour. They're gonna wanna talk to you." Oh god, I hope we don't have to really talk to the authorities. "I suggest that you three are long gone by then." Yes! Thank you! I celebrate inside, but on the outside I am calm and collected. We all nod in understanding.

"Thanks." Dean says. "Hey listen, I don't mean to press our luck, but we're kinda in the middle of nowhere. Think we could catch a ride?" He asks the cop.

"Start walking." She answers. "Duck if you see a squad car."

"Sounds great to me." Sam says as he walks past Dean and I with my bag still over his shoulder.

"Listen, uh, I'm sorry about your brother." Dean says to the lady.

"Thank you." She replies. "It was really hard not knowing what happened to 'im. I thought it would be easier once I knew the truth, but it isn't really." I can't help but feel bad for this lady. It's almost better not knowing. "Anyway, you should go." She forces a smile, and the three of us begin to walk down the road. We get a few yards away when Dean speaks up.

"Don't ever do that again." He says to Sam.

"Do what?" the kid asks.

"Go missin' like that." Dean clarifies.

"Aww, is big bro getting all protective now?" I chuckle.

"Shut up, Shel." He snaps a bit at me.

"Suck it up you baby." I say as I softly punch his arm. "Plus, if Sam hadn't gone missing, you never would've found me." I finish as I tuck my hands in the back pockets of my jeans.

"True." Dean replies. "But if either of you vanishes like that again, I'm not lookin' for you."

"Sure, sure." I chuckle, and Sam joins in.

"So, You got sidelined by a thirteen year old girl, huh?" Sam points out.

"Oh, shut up." Dean replies as I chuckle some more.

"Just sayin', getting rusty there, kiddo." Oh Sammy.

"Oh, shut up." Dean laughs, realizing Sam was copying the words from earlier. The three of us laugh softly and continue on our way into town. Oh, I missed this. The banter, the companionship. Maybe I could get used to being on a team again.

A/N: So, how did you like it? I would love to know what you guys think about it. If you read my other stories, you'll know that I'm all over the place with my stories, but I think this will be like my Once Upon A Time story. I'll try and update as often as i can, but I make no promises. Again, I would really like to know what you guys think of this chapter and my original character Shelby. I can't wait to read your reviews.