I don't really watch the show, but I read the books all the time and wanted to try my hand at a crossover of 'Supernatural.' More of less takes place in season 6, but only really mentions Sam and Dean's fights through phone messages.

Sam was in hell. He took in Lucifer, fought him off long to regain control and threw himself and Michael into the pit.

Dean kept his promise and went back to Lisa, who welcomed him into her and her son Ben's lives. From his updates, he got great job as mechanic and loved coming home from home cook meals and people who loved.

Cas came back from the dead (again) and went back to heaven to restore order after Michael's death.

Bobby still fought monsters. He actually fought a Rugaru a week after we stopped the Apocalypse. So life for him was normal.

Then there's me, Angel Rowan Winchester, the adopted baby sister,

John Winchester found me in a Wendigo's cave when I was 9. My real family and I had been camping when we were attacked. John found me hanging from the rafters after he killed the creature and took me in. He had Bobby pull some strings and legally adopted me. Dean and Sam accepted me right away, both loving the idea of a sister.

So for the next 16 years I fought vampires, werewolves, ghosts, witches, every evil being out there.

I'm about 5'5, have dark brown eyes that match the dark brown hair that fells just past my ears with several strands fall into my eyes. Dean often calls me the 'female Sammy'. I'm only 4 and half years younger then Sam and almost 9 years younger then Dean.

My style is like my brothers, some solid color shirt under either a solid color or plaid button down shirt, torn jeans, and biker boots.

I hugged Bobby one last time and left in my 1976 ford mustang Bobby had fully restored for me. I was driving from Singer Salvage in South Dakota for Bon Temps, Louisiana. I turn up the radio as AC/DC's 'Back in Black' comes on. I smile as the picture keychain on my rearview mirror spins to reveal a picture of Dean and me with our tongues out and 'rock on' sign on our fingers. I definitely picked up a love of 'mullet rock' from my big brother. The four sided item has a photo of Sam and me on another, another side Bobby and me, and the last one of dad.

Pulling into a road side motel, I use one my false aliases, Angel Fawcett. Dean uses rock alias while I uses classic names for shows and movies. I check into a single room and fall into my usual routine of salting the doors and windows. I fall asleep in my cloths, just incase I have to make a hasty retreat.

"Sam!" I cry as Dean and I watch our brother fall into the pit, taking Michael in Adam's body. Dean hold me close as the door closes we sit in field with Bobby's dead body. We gingerly craw toward where the rings lay in the grass. We don't care that Dean's face is beaten to a pulp or that every bone in my body feels like it went a food processor.

We both turn and see Castiel in front of us. He touches our foreheads, healing us both, and waking me up from my dream.

I lift myself up and see the angel we consider a friend standing in my room, still wearing that God awful trench coat over a suit.

"Hey, Cas. What's up?"

"I spoke with Bobby. He said you left." He answered in his gruff voice.

"Yeah. I figured with one brother dead and the other living the 'apple pie' life, there was no reason to stick around.

"Will you still hunt? "

"Probably. Seems like no matter how we try, that life always seems to find us. So what's up with heaven, Sheriff?" I joke, remember Dean calling him the 'new sheriff in heaven.'

"Raphael wants to take God's place. Myself and others are standing up to him. I mostly wanted to give you this." He touched my chest and felt the familiar burning sensation of a sigil being branded on my ribs.

"Ahhh! Geeze Cas, you guys really need to find some alternative to keeping us safe from your family."

"I apologize if I want to keep someone I care about safe!" He yelled, surprising me. Cas never yelled directly at me before. It was always one of my brothers.

"Look, Cas, I'm sorry, ok? It's late, I've been on the road for hours, I haven't heard from Dean in a while, and now I guess I'm just tired." I apologize with a gentle hand on his arm.

"I am sorry too Angel. With you on your own, I worry. You have always had Bobby or one of your bothers protecting you."

"Thanks Cas. Just remember, if you need any help ganking that son of a bitch Raphael, you know who to call." He gives his thanks with a smile and leaves me in peace.

As I lay in bed, trying to go back to sleep I fiddle with one of my dad's dog tags that hangs on a chain with a Celtic cross my real father gave me the day I was born, and a locket with a single picture of me and my brothers. Turning on my side, I fall back asleep into a dreamless void.

By the time I finally reach Bon Temps I stopped off at a bar called Merlotte's. Parking next to big black truck with aqua and pink swirls on the sides. I check to make sure I have knife tucked in my boot as I lock my car. I took a page from Gibb's rulebook. 'Rule #9 Never go anywhere without a knife.' (A/N: Reference is to NCIS)

Entering the bar, a jukebox is playing country music, I just shrug and head to a secluded table tuck in a corner.

Sookie watched the girl who looked like a perfect match for Alcide. She worn biker boots with dark blue jeans with the jeans torn up and dark blue and silver plaid shirt over a grey tank top. Her dark brown hair fell in her face shield her from reading her mind. Grabbing her note book she went to her order.

"Hey, I'm Sookie. What can I get ya?"

"Jack and coke please."

"Sorry, but seem a little down. Everything ok?"

"Yeah. Just drove two days from South Dakota, just got into town, tying to figure out my move."

"How long you gonna be in town?"

"Hopefully for a while. My family business broke up and I needed a change."

"Well, I'll get your drink." She smiled at the girl. She heard the door open again and the was Alcide. She gestured with her head to a table close to the girl.

I was pulling out my phone when I heard Led Zeppelin play, Dean's ring tone. Covering one ear I hold the phone to other ear.

"Hey Dean! How's life?"

"Are you in bar?"

"Hey, I just got off the road and need a drink. And since when you have problem with me being in a bar?"

"I mind when I'm not there to punch any guys who grab your ass. I'm your big brother, it's my job to beat up ass grabbers."

"Dean, that was one time in Tulsa and I got a few good licks in too if I recall. I'll be fine. How's Lisa and Ben?"

"Good. They send their love. Where are you anyway?"

"Small town in Louisiana called Bon Temps. Seems nice like to settle for a while.

"I hear ya baby girl." I smile at one of Sam's nicknames for, fighting back a few tears.

Alcide tried not hear the girl behind him conversation. He got a good look at her before sitting down. Biker boots, torn jeans, like metal music, and plaid shirts. He guess she was talking to a brother or something and it sounded liked them were close. He looked up and saw Sookie carry a drink for her.

"Look Dean I gotta go. Give my love to Ben and Lisa k? I love ya too bro." That answered that question for him. He had to admit there was something about her he found attractive. Whether it was how her hair fell into her dark chocolate eyes, or it was the smell of her he pick up when he passed. Some floral soap with motor oil.

Hanging up on my brother, I saw my waitress talking to a real big guy who sat at table in front of her. He looked like he outweighed same by a at least 20 lbs, in muscle, and was a good few inches taller then him too. From the back of his head, he had dark brown almost black hair with some facial scruff.

Taking a sip of my drink, I notice that the girl placed a job application in front of me. I was wondering how I was gonna pull this off. I NEVER had a job that didn't involve hunting before. I noted the 'special skills box' and decided to put my knife skills in and hoped I could half ass it and hoped Bobby would fib on the references for me.

She took the application back when I finished and then a guy with blond hair, who I guess was the manager came to my table.

"Hi, I'm Sam. I own the place." He noted I stiffened at the name. "You ok?'

"Sorry. It's just I just lost my brother, whose name was Sam too. I'm Angel Singer." I decided to use Bobby's last name instead of mine, just in case anyone remembered that one year we were 'public enemy # 1' for the FBI.

"So you don't have a lot of work experience?"

"No sir. I was in family business with my father and two older brothers. Then when our father passed in a car accident, we took over. And now my oldest brother is living with his girl friend and my other brother passed away not too long ago. I just decided I need a change. Look, Mr. Merlotte. I don't blame ya if you don't wanna hire, I wouldn't. I have zero skills in serving food. I mostly talked to clients and am decent with a knife, gun and more or less how to kick a guy's ass when he doesn't know what 'no' means."

"When can you start?"

"Pardon?"

"When can you start? You actually seem perfect , especially when you said you can defend yourself. We've had some trouble in the past and if I got someone who knows to handle herself."

"Is tomorrow ok?"

"Yep. I'll get ya shirt and apron. Just wear black pants or shorts and black sneakers. And Sookie told me you need a place to stay for a while, so she offered you her spare room."

"Sookie? Look I appreciate you letting me stay for a while. If you need anything fixed or your car acts up, let me know. I'm good with engines. My dad, brothers and I were all mechanics."

"Honey, it is no problem, just teach me few moves." As I helped close up after sighing a few papers for Sam.

I had feeling I was gonna like Bon Temps, especially when I saw the guy Sookie had been talking to looked my way and smiled at me.

Holy crap was he gorgeous! Dark hair with a few strands that fell into his brown eyes. He had a strong jaw and telling from his broad shoulders he saw stacked!

I was really gonna like this town