Summary: This is kind-of an AU but not really, Dean and Sam exist and not just in Chuck Shurley`s novel.. but try telling that to the rest of the Hunter community. The angel's have made it so the Winchester's have been forgotten, flying under the radar for reasons that are not in the light at this point! The entire story is going to be told through Mabel's perspective, and she's got a lot to say!!

Warning!! Not going to lie there`s going to be fluff, and inappropriateness but what's a story without it?

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I am not fine with my fate but I am sure of it. I am nineteen years old and in three days I am going to die. Almost five years ago I sold my soul to a demon and if I had to—I'd do it again.

The author, Chuck Shurley is a self proclaimed prophet- and opened his fifth novel with this line

Dean Winchester the only man to come back from hell physically unscathed and soul still intact, however withered it may be. And since Matthew read it he's dedicated himself to turning my life and in the process his own life upside down.

Here's the deal.

Matthew replicates that of a Justin Beiber fan girl when it comes to these novels. At first that's all they were, a pass time. But when the fifth novel came out they were much more, he saw them as the answer—the way out for me. I could see the way his mind would begin to reel and worse I could hear it. He was obsessed, pretending aloud that he didn't believe in the existence of angels or god but in his head it was his most constant thought. He believed that if he could find the Winchesters I would be saved by an angel of all things-- soul intact, Body untouched. If it was all real, which it isn't I'd still have to go to hell. Through Matthew I know Dean was only in hell for about four months but in hell time—it was more like forty years. It's a bit terrifying to know that time could move that slow, that agonizing.

Matthew and I hunters, born and raised---and the Winchester's actually existing is about the closest thing to a fairytale that hunters know. The Apocalypse is here, and I hate to admit it and I won't out loud but were not going to win. The idea that two brothers might exist somewhere out there with an angel and god fighting on their side was a fairytale. Matthew had a lot of false hope weighing on the odds that it was all real, but with day's left and close to five years behind him of searching for them he has nothing to show for it. I'm still going to hell.

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Eight months later,

I could smell air and whoever argues that its not the best smell in the entire world needs to revaluate that statement after smelling sulphur for eighty years. I could breathe easy and the realization petrified me. I couldn't open my eyes because I was scared of what was waiting for me. A cool breeze started at my feet and swept across the rest of my body bringing attention to spot on my midsection that was burning, like it was blistered. Hell was getting creative I had to give it that—then I heard Lynard Skynard, really creative. My eyes fluttered open and where their used to be suffering was a man sprawled out on the bed next to mine—fast asleep. I sat up as quietly as I could and quickly, another man was asleep on the sofa sitting upright.

I crossed the room, my bare feet padded quietly across the tiled floor but it still seemed too loud. I had no idea where I was or where I was going but at least the second part I could control myself. I did a quick second glance back at the two men when I got to the door. The one that had been lying down had shifted slightly, curled off to his side now but still deep in sleep—the second was no longer on the couch. My heart began to race as I balled my hands up into fists preparing my self to fight before flight. Before I could really get my wits about me I was crashing into the closed door behind me, I stared wildly up at the man in front of me clawing at his grip then with some clarity I brought my knee up to his groin and he stifled back.

"Wait, Wait. I'm not going to hurt you!" He grinded out through his teeth still hunched over. I noticed the other man get to his feet, looking sleepily at the pair of us.

I stopped to listen—and not in the literal sense. I stopped so I could listen in on their thoughts. First the taller, the attacker. His name was Sam, and he was telling the truth-- he had no intention of hurting me but beyond that I couldn't sift through his chaotic thoughts fast enough to find the real reason for trying to keep me here. I tuned him out and focused on the other who wasn't thinking anything at all, impossible—I tuned out.

"I believe you-" I said and I looked down at myself, nothing was right. I should be shredded. I gazed back up locking eyes with the silent one, his expression was strange. He looked confused but with what I couldn't figure out. "You can't keep me here though--I'm alive right?" The question seemed stupid aloud but I really couldn't be sure.

"Yeah you're alive." The other one finally broke his silence; his voice was coarse from just waking. I nodded and took a better look around. I was in a motel, it was the tacky 70`s décor that made that clear.

"Okay- who are you?"

"Oh I think you know that Mabel." I twirled my body around on the spot to see the third man, one I swear wasn't there just a second ago. I stared at him my head spinning with his words in a disordered array of various sentences and images—his mind was perhaps the most complicated one I'd ever heard but also I could hear with more clarity and the combination was overwhelming. To distracted I allowed him to bring his hand up to my face palming my cheek before I fell to the ground where darkness welcomed me.

Hope you like the beginning I know its short but I wanted to just post something. See if you liked where it was going!