A/N: Time to start a new story. I haven't really wrote in a long time. So please bare with me. But this story is going to take place somewhere in season 7. Not sure which Character my OC is going to fall in love with yet. It will have light profanity. Will have drinking. And I'm going to make this story my own. I promise that its not going to be lovey dovey right from the beginning. Also my character isn't going to be a total badass. I would really enjoy yalls input. So reviews are much appreciated. :) CHAPTERS WILL BE MUCH LONGER!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Besides Anastasia and Tito!

Story: The boys get a voice mail in the middle of the night with a address and name from Bobby. Telling them to pick somebody up and to bring her to him.

"Meeeeeooooowwwwww!"

"Hmm? Five more minutes." I moaned. Pushing my poor cat Tito off my face.

"MEEEEOOOWW!" Tito screeched biting my ear.

"Okay, Okay." Picking up my feline of a friend off my chest. I crawled out of bed. "Ready for some breakfast?" Purring and rubbing my face. "I'll take that as a yes." Giggling I walked into my tiny kitchen.

'My name is Anastasia Bailey. I have many secrets that in time will be told. But for now we will take it slow. I'm 24 years old; I live in New Haven, Connecticut. I attend Yale University; I am hoping to soon have my doctorates Veterinary Medicine."

"Here kitty kitty kitty!" I called

Tito ran in prancing like a little prince with his head held high. "Meow." He purred

"Eat quickly. I have a class to get to." Patting his head I headed to jump in the shower.

'Ugh. I have no time to wash my hair.' I thought looking over towards my nightstand. 'Why do I always sleep in.' sighing I stripped real quick and jumped in the shower.

"Son of a bitch!"

I heard someone scream from outside my bathroom door.

"Great!" sighing and opening one of my drawers and taking out my .45 caliber from one of the many pointless bens I have under my sink. "I don't have time for the shit." I growled loading the clip then wrapping myself in a towel. 'Well guess whoever wanted to mess my morning up will get a show."

Quietly stepping out of my bathroom, and then peaking around the corner into the living room. Two men were sitting in my living. 'What the hell.' Tito hopped up in the bigger of the guys lap.

"Meow?"

"Hi what's your name?" The bigger guy asked. Smiling and petting under his chin.

"Traitor." I grumbled quietly. 'I need to get this over with and go to school. Can't miss another day of class.' Stepping out from behind the corner I held my gun straight at the shorter of the two guys.

"What the hell are you two doing in my apartment?" I scowled stepping forward.

"Whoa now." The one that was petting my cat stood with both hands up. "We didn't come here for trouble."

"Then why are you in my apartment?" I yelled stepping forward staying my gun off safety.

"Your father sent us." The shorter one said grinning and looking me up and down. "Do you always great your guests looking like that?" he smirked.

"Shit." I walked over to the kitchen and took one of the many full whiskey bottles off the counter taking a huge drink. Placing the bottle and my gun on the counter, I looked over to the two rather attractive guys in my living room. "And who are you?"

"I'm Sam." The taller on said then pointed over to the shorter one who was still looking me up and down. "And that's Dean, my brother."

"Hi." He waved with a silly grin on his face. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the whiskey bottle to the living room.

"Winchester?" I raised my eyebrow. They both glanced at each other then back at me. "Double shit." I sighed and took another large drink out of the whiskey bottle.