Special Thanks

I'd like to give a big thanks Cody R. Arn for creating my beautiful cover and dealing with all of my changes.

Also, the watercolor art of the three boys' eyes was created by linakaye on tumblr and she so generously let me use her gorgeous artwork.

Another, probably the most important, would go to the whole family from the show including, Warner Brothers, the CW, the whole creation team of Supernatural, especially Eric Kripke and his glorious crew, and the amazing cast.

And finally, the support I had to write this. From the great people of Nerdfighteria and NaNoWriMo, to my huge SPN Family, to my family and friends here at home. All of you…

I couldn't have done this without you. So, thank you. :)

Author's Note

This is a Supernatural Fanfiction with a female character I created, Dean and Sam Winchester, Castiel, and others. I own nothing of Supernatural's original creation, only the characters and situations I have created. Some scenes have been inspired or branched off of some that have happened in the actual show.

There will be changes in point of views (signified with the character's name in bold) as well as time lapses (signified with "…") throughout and will be signaled for your convenience.

I may occasionally have a footnote of a song that I listened to or was inspired by that I strongly suggest listening to as you read a certain scene to enhance the experience.

Enjoy!

_PART ONE_

_THE ASHES_

_Chapter 1_

"Nightmares Are Flesh and Blood"

The Latin meaning of the name Trinity is three in one. People who have this name have a deep inner desire to serve humanity and to help others by sharing knowledge, experience, and creative ability.

Trinity

Wow was I hungry. I had been driving in my red, 1967 Volkswagen Beetle for miles. Being that it was August in Ohio, summer weather had finally started. I had had Milo (my car) updated a few years back to my liking, for example, a convertible top, that I currently had down so the wind (that my recklessly speeding driving created) was blowing wildly through my too long, black, crazy curly hair. I really had no idea where I was. I just kept driving. I had nowhere to be, no one to run from, nothing to kill. At least not today. I reached over to the tuner and blasted my music. It's not like there was anyone who would bother me about it around here. Maybe a ghost here, a demon there. Like I said, wouldn't bother me.

"I'm an angel with a shotgun, fighting til the war's won, I don't care if heaven won't take me back! I'll throw away my faith babe, just to keep you safe! Don't you know you're everything I have have!? And I, want to live, not just survive! Tonight!" I was belting at this point, pondering my life choices.

I reached over to the tuner again mumbling, "I need help..." Then Imagine Dragons popped on and my poor vocal chords suffered once more with my rendition of "Demons."

Then I saw a string of lights in the distance. As I got closer a sign flew past me. I couldn't read it, so I kept driving. I past an old barn looking building with light streaming out from under the doors and through the cracks in the walls and windows. No other building was around but this place was hopping. I didn't want to interact with a bunch of people at the time, so I continued my route. After a few hundred yards, my stomach growled, I looked down at it, then back up at the rear view mirror, I saw the lights growing fainter. Then I looked at myself only to see my own hazel eyes (that changed on a regular basis in more ways than one) staring back at me pleading. I groaned to myself loudly. "I'm literally having a civil war with myself, by myself," mumbling, "I need to get out more," I did a complete U-y and left marks on the road. Turning around I saw them and smiled, then looked back in the mirror, memories flashing, my smile faded, "Well, maybe not." I had convinced myself for the time being.

I pulled in and parked away from the crowd of vehicles because I needed to see Milo quickly if things got... troubling... Inside. As soon as my all black Converse touched the gravel, my "sixth-sense" tingled and I knew something was going to happen, whether it be my tummy being satisfied or an epic battle of supernatural Titans throw-down... something. I checked my surrounding area and noticed an old mine shaft entrance behind the barn, I put it aside in my mind, noting it, but not really caring at the moment. I closed the door and shivered. Suspicious, but still, if it was anything, I could handle myself. I grabbed my light, flannel button up and began walking. I put it on over my black t-shirt and awkwardly pulled up my light skinny jeans, adjusting the belt and rolling up my sleeves some. And into the creepy barn, going against the will of the little voice in the back of my head.

I coughed as soon as I stepped foot inside the barn-turned-bar. Dust was everywhere, it smelled like man-sweat, coal dust burnt my eyes, and the hazy light made me nauseous. There actually were sweaty men at almost every table. All looking like they've needed a shower for a few years and maybe a hug.

It was kind of like a scene in a movie where you can almost hear the heads turn towards you. Even though I didn't like the looks these brutes were giving me, I wasn't too worried. I just wanted some food. Once I got closer to the bar I smelled grease, boy did that smell tasty. I chuckled to myself. I picked a stool as far away from the disheveled men as I could and waited for who I assumed was the owner to come over. As he made his way, I looked down the bar, the first meal I saw French fries, a burger with pulled pork on top, and a pickle on the side. I may have drooled a little.

A gruff, sore sounding voice appeared in front of me in the form of an extremely short man, with far too much fat on his bones to be healthy, a head of dirty red hair, stained clothing (stained with what, I don't care to find out), and a face that would remind someone of a troll. "Wha'd'ya want?" For you to possibly invest in some Tic-Tacs, or maybe something called a toothbrush.

"I'll have whatever he's having," pointing the the surly fella nearest me. I winked. He glared. I'm just that charming.

"Drink?" My was he a man of few words.

"Could I have a Cherry Smash?" No emotional change on his face. Clearly confused by my utter sarcasm, I could use a drink, but wasn't serious, but I'm a sassy jerk, so why not carry on? "If you don't know what that is it's one part Sauza Blue Silver, one hundred percent Agave Tequila, one third part JDK and Sons O-Three Premium Orange Liqueur, one fourth part agave nectar, two thirds part fresh lime juice, one and a half parts club soda, and eight Bing cherries, pitted and stemmed to top it off," I actually like this drink so I ordered it a lot. I was about to go into the detailing of how to actually make it when he got about a foot closer in one swift move. He didn't say a word or make another move, just stared straight into my eyes with his dark brown, dilated, eyes with evident cataracts forming. He had to be almost completely blind. I gulped replacing my sarcastic smile with a cheesy, shaky, almost apologetic smile and laugh, "Water. Water's good."

I maybe should probably start learning to control my sass. But what fun would that be? I have to have some of that in my life… don't I?

Smelly walked away without another word. And I sat there for at least twenty minutes, before any commotion began. And still it was not my food coming out. Instead, I heard a voice that I only heard tales of and imagined in my nightmares.

"Hey there, tell the Misses I said hi. I'm sure she's lovely."

"Dean, shut up, we don't know who," quick pause, "or what, these guys are yet. We don't need to be getting in unnecessary fights." I turned my head around to see the entities that the voices came from.

"Ahhh, come on Sammy! I'm just being pleasant!" the shorter one, Dean, with cropped, blond-ish hair, a pleasing, plump-lipped smile with nice white teeth, and entrancing, bright green eyes chuckled. Especially in his leather jacket, he was extraordinarily gorgeous, like a male model. I already didn't like him.

"Seriously, these guys, monsters or not, don't look like they're in the mood for jerks like you." The super tall one, Sam, who had a mop of luxurious brown hair atop his angular face with grey-green-hazel-ish (what even color is that?!) eyes and probably about three layers of flannels and army-style jacket. He was incredibly attractive as well, but he had a sweet face instead of an obvious facade like Dean had adorning his. I think if I wasn't going to try to avoid them all together, that I might get along with him.

He scoffed, "I'm a joy to be around!" Dean on the other hand, not so much.

"Yeah, you've said that before." Sam grumbled. The brothers headed my way.

Crap. Crap. Crap and a half! Turn away, turn away, if they don't see your eyes, they won't bother you! I'm sure they're freaking out by now! Calm the freak down, Trinity! I took a few breaths to calm down, I couldn't let my eyes give me away, I needed to calm down. I searched the room for a reflection, I saw a metal serving tray and peered into its shiny surface. Thank the Lord, they were my normal crazy hazel. No freakshow tonight… yet. Nope, don't think about that, nope, push that idea away.

I looked away from my reflection and glanced back over my shoulder. The only thing I was truly terrified of in this world, were the Winchester brothers. They were the most dangerous hunters out there. Stopped the apocalypse once already, killed hundreds upon thousands of monsters, demons, angels.

I awkwardly turned my back to them. As soon as I did, my food finally came. I whispered a quick thanks and began stuffing my mouth. I needed to get out of here ASAP. By the time I was done, I cleared my plate and drained my glass of water, and waited for Smelly to come back from sweeping the floor and wiping the bar down. Because even though I didn't want to be noticed by the boys, I was still hungry and I didn't want to be on the road for who knows how long, still hungry. Also I suppose I needed to pay. If I could keep a low profile for just a few more minutes, I'd be out of here. When he came back to collect my dishes, I curtly asked for a slice of pie if he had any and another cup of water. Then I mentioned that I could pay now as well.

Ten freaking agonizing minutes later, not doing anything to draw attention, the whole time hearing snippets of the brothers' conversations of how to find this demon and kill that monster and occasionally hearing Castiel's name, my pie and water came out.

"No, dude, come on, leave her alone."

Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. My eyes widened and glanced upwards, not moving my head. Please don't be referring to me, dear God, please.

"Seriously, we have bigger things to worry about then you getting your fix tonight," thank you Sam.

"But she has pie. I love me some pie," He whispered to his brother, not well either. Why did I have to order pie? He lowered his voice to an actual whisper, "Plus, there's an attractive girl, alone at a bar, you're the only one who would pass this up, Sammy," he must not get turned down much, I mean, I saw him, I'd imagine not, but most girls he picks up at bars probably don't have the world's worst concoction brewing inside of them. "Hey there, I uh, I like your shirt." His husky voice (why did he have to have such a sexy voice?!) was now right beside me. Which if he wasn't a Winchester might have made me shiver. But when you fear for your life, you tend not to be turned on by your imminent killer.

Without turning my body and halfway faced Dean, "Thanks." Nice. Simple. Nothing sarcastic. We're on a good track.

"How's the pie?" I could hear the suave smile on his lips.

"Haven't tried it yet." Looking down at it, immediately my stomach and well-being said no. It was the most grotesque thing I'd seen served in a public restaurant. The pie filling looked like raw hamburger meat with white chunks and what seemed to be small blonde hairs poking out. The crust itself looked normal except for the fact that it was mildewed and discolored with a strange substance. I gagged. Forgetting to reply to the older brother, I called out for Smelly. "Hey Smelly, Boss Man, whatever, I need your assistance." There goes my plan of avoiding attention. Stupid big mouth.

He waddled over with an overly angry face. I pointed to the trash on the plate in front of me, "Um, I don't know if this is some kind of trick or payback for my sarcasm earlier with the drink order, but this is purely... Gross. I literally want to puke if I look at it. Now the burger was great, but whatever you're pulling-" I was cut off by a bellowing roar from Smelly. "Seriously, toothpaste, it's a thing!" He then proceeded to grab me by my shirt front and lift me up off of my stool. Okay, maybe a little help in the sarcasm department needed.

He threw me through the kitchen doors and I landed on my back. Moaning I looked up and wished I hadn't. "Oh! God! My eyes!" I was right beneath a cook who obviously believed in freedom and breezes in the undercarriage and not so much about hygiene.

Dean

This girl beside me threw me for sure. Sarcastic to a monster, not meeting my eyes, sarcastic to a monster. She had to know something was up with him. As she was looking down at her pie, I did too. Definitely a monster chef in there. And that's not a compliment. Then when she was lifted and tossed like a rag doll, it happened too quickly for Sam and I to intervene.

After the ruckus of the throw, through doors we hear, "Oh! God! My eyes!" And she came barging back through rubbing her eyes. "My God man! Wear some boxers or something for Christ's sake!" She then proceeded to trip over her own feet and doing so gave the creature she was so lovingly calling Smelly, time to catch up. He gripped a chunk of her curly, black locks and raised her head to meet his face.

"You dare insult my house chore!? I slave in the mines and worked my way up, for, for THIS!?" He forcefully threw her head back to the saw and coal dust covered floor.

"Hey! Leave her alone, Greece Ball!" Good comeback Dean.

"I got this!" She yelled my way still not meeting my gaze.

"Obviously not!" I retorted. He picked her up and I charged over and without even giving me a sideways glance knocked me and Sam, who had followed close behind, backwards about ten feet. This little being, probably at least two full feet shorter than me, had way too much strength.

"Dean! We don't know what it is or how to kill it!" Sam grumbled as we sat up, trying to get air back in our lungs.

"You want to know what I am? Well then! Have it your way!" The stout man screamed. Still holding the girl, he began shifting into a monstrous form, tripling in size, skin of green scales, the head of a lizard, a broad, pointed beak forming at the end of his snout, a long tail tipped with a sharp barbed blade that oozed ectoplasm and a sulfuric slime, and claws the length of his fingers, and his tuft of fiery, red hair remained atop his head.

"Oh! Great! I should've known! The coal mine," gag noise, " the angry features, the housework-" she was cut off by him clenching her throat tighter, but she stubbornly continued through ragged breaths, "He's a kobold!" She got out, obviously informing us. "Use a steel knife-" she choked, "or a fire-steel!"

"Fire-steel?" I looked to Sam.

"Flint!" He saw already searching in his bag. "Ha!" I pulled a small-ish, rectangle piece of steel from a pocket. I don't really know why he had that, but before we could act, the leaked info seemed to have hurt Smelly's feelings. He raked his claws down the girl's arm, she let out a scream as he let her drop eight feet to the hard ground. He then turned his ugly face to us, whipping his tail above his head.

"The claws," she tried to regain her breath, "aren't venomous, but the barb...- watch out!" Just in time Sam and I took opposite sideways turns out of the tail's reach. Sam tried a stab with the flint but the kobold Spartan kicked him backwards. It stalked back to the broken form on the ground as she was still holding her throat and breathing heavily. It pinned her up against the wall in front of it so I couldn't see her, only hear her shrill scream. I ran over to Sam and helped him up. We both looked back over to see her thrown, more like bowled, down the length of the bar smashing plates and glasses and knocking them on the floor. She flew off the end and hit the wall. The beast lunged in front of her once again and lifted her in the air once more. She looked so done. I saw her glare at the monster and her voluptuous lips move to form the words, "Don't make me do this."

Then, I finally saw her eyes flick up to us in desperation and what looked like realization, and as mesmerizing as they were, she pleaded with mine. I gave Sam one quick glance and he chucked her the steel. like she'd done it all one hundred times over, she gracefully caught it mid-air and skillfully stabbed the kobold in the jugular so quickly it didn't know what hit him. It erupted in flames and she once again dropped to the floor and crumpled.

Trinity

This just sucks. I knew I should've kept driving. First the Winchesters, then the long-awaited epic battle of supernatural Titans throw-down, and now I'm covered in my own blood, kobold blood, and coal dust. One thing I can say that went right, my eyes never changed, I felt them almost at one point, but I remembered the brothers were right there and if they saw, I'd be a dead woman. I didn't want to admit it, but they were my last hope, even thought them being there was why I couldn't use my unnatural abilities. But now I'm exhausted, bleeding, aching, and infuriated. I try to stand but fall back to the earth.

"Hey! Hey, whoa, easy goes it tiger," Dean tried to give a smile though I saw worry in his beautiful emerald eyes. He crouched down and held out his hand. Overcoming my fear and pride I took his hand to get up off the floor. I stood and swatted it away to hobble to the door, clutching my side with blood dripping everywhere, especially my forearm. When I got outside I heard the doors swing open again, they followed. No dip Sherlock, of course they did. I thought to myself rolling my eyes. I opened the driver's door to Milo collapsing into the driver's seat, I reached to the glove compartment with my good arm and got out my First Aid Kid. Not a normal one by any standards, but it worked for me, different salts and dusts, an eclectic collection of medications and salves, as wells as the normal healing crap, among other things.

They stood there in awkward silence as I began tending to my arm wound and wincing. Not as much from the pain, but I dreadfully hate needles. So stitching wasn't my favorite task. I had to bite my shirt a few times and cover my nose and mouth to not get sick in my car. As I'm wrapping it up Sam speaks gently.

"We're sorry we couldn't help you more in there, ummmm..."

"Trinity." I said between clenched teeth. Why did I just tell them my real name?

"Trinity. I can help with your wounds," I looked up finally into soft puppy eyes.

I resisted the urge to pet his hair and face, "I'm fine."

"Sorry, but no you're not. Let us help. We were pretty useless in there by our standards."

"Yeah. Yes you were," I stood up a little too quickly, but grabbed Milo's door before I could show that. "I thought you two were the Big Bads who knew a little about a lot and enough to be the most dangerous hunters there are!" I purposefully and not so purposefully made a face of sarcastic confusion. "Hmmm, so why was I the one that needed to explain how to kill the stupid thing!?" I was shouting now. I was about to begin again, when I noticed we were the only ones there. And for some time now. I sighed loudly, "Big clue there too... Everyone else vanished. Into thin air. Kobolds, they're spirits, of the mines, the fire, house, water," I groaned.

"Wait a minute, one, how do you know all of this? And two, especially two, how do you know about us?" Dean blurted out giving me a stone-cold glare. I'm assuming he expected my eyes to turn black. Not the right color, dearie.

"Well smart one, you two don't exactly lie low in any universe, hunters, monsters, demons, or angels. I feel like you should know that by-" what cut my sentence of was a pain in my abdomen making me inhale sharply and double over. A sharp sensation that felt like it had been building up. It was searing hot and felt like it was bubbling my skin. I became extremely dizzy and fell. Dean caught me before I hit the ground and gently laid me down. I grabbed my right side and cried out in pain. Dean lifted my shirt up to inspect.

"Whoa, dinner first." I tried at my usual sass, but it came out rougher because I was holding my breath and clenching my jaw.

"Sam, what is this?" He said with urgency completely ignoring my comment. The comment that I totally forgot about because the pain that was coursing through my body was now white hot and numbing.

"It's poison, the venom-" Sam had an epiphany.

Dean interrupted, "Did it get you with the barb?! While he had you pinned so I couldn't see?!"

I thought for a moment, "I feel like I'd remember getting stabbed-..."

"What? What is it!?"

"Craaaaaaap...-" I had a sudden intake of breath and began quivering, "I thought," "I thought that was a piece of glass from the floor," More quivering and my heart rate and breathing picked up pace quickly. My eyesight began to fade. "It was barely noticeable." Yeah, this definitely sucks.

"Dean, move. I need-" and I lost partial consciousness, not hearing what he said, but then I felt incredible pain where my gushing wound was.

Screaming is all I remember before a scene of black and quiet. Serenity, until the dreams came.