A/N: Thank you all for reading my first SPN fanfic! I'm not for sure what season this is set in, just sometime after Bobby and Gabriel 'died'. (I put it like that, cause with SPN you never know lol) I don't own SPN or the characters, just my OC. Please R&R! : )

Waking up was probably the worst thing for Jennifer Collins. Waking up each day, was waking up having to remember all the people that she had ever cared about die. She slipped on a dark red flannel shirt, jeans, black boots, and braided her dark brown hair. She was only 16, but lived in an old cabin out in the woods. After her parents died, the only parent like figure she had left was a man named Bobby Singer. Bobby had found her when she was little, right after he had killed her family. Yes, Jennifer was apparently born a Wiccan, but Bobby saw that she was different than the others. He took her in, and raised her as a hunter, teaching her to kill monsters and spirits. Jennifer was born a 'natural' meaning she always possessed the ability of magic, she never had to sell her soul or anything of the sort to achieve it. She was a skilled enough hunter, so she preferred not to use magic to kill a monster. Problem was, it was dangerous for her to Be out and about, being a Wiccan and all. Bobby warned her not to draw attention to herself, afraid another Hunter passing through would track her scent and kill her. He showed her a small cabiny out in Montana, and told her if anything every happened to him to go straight there, and wait for two brothers known as the Winchesters to come along. Jen, as she liked to be called, had heard Bobby talk about the brothers before. Apparently they had stopped hundreds of demons and even stopped the apocalypse, but Jen never imagined meeting them. That is until the day she got the news Bobby had died. Even with all the instructions he had left for her to do, she still felt utterly lost. Still, she managed to get herself together enough to flee to the small cabin hidden in the woods of Montana.

Grabbing a gun filled with silver bullets, she headed outside into the open woods. She had heard a loud commotion going on a little ways in the woods the other night, and wondered if it was a gang of vampires. Bobby had taught her that the only way to kill a vampire was execution style, but Jen didn't take that many weapons with her when she fled. A silver bullet would probably only stun them, if that, but what else could she do? When she left, she only took a dagger and gun.

Jen carefully made her way through the woods, making sure to avoid twigs and anything else that could make a sound. Snap! She quickly turned around with her gun cocked and ready to shoot. She slowly walked towards where the sound came from before hearing two people talking. She slammed herself against the back of a tree in hopes of avoiding whoever the people/creatures were. The things stopped, and Jen heard a gun of theirs cock. It was now or never, if this was the way she died then okay. She would die taking down these sicko's, the kind of monsters that killed Bobby. With a swift movement she came out from her hiding place with her gun up to her face ready to blow something's brains out.

"Dean, no!" She heard someone yell before realizing she had a gun like the one she owned pointed at her face.

"Dean?" Jen muttered, putting her gun down. "As in Dean Winchester?"

Dean gave the other man with him a quick glance before turning back to her. "Yeah, how do you know that?".

"You're the brothers that Bobby said would come for me if he ever..."

That's where she paused, because she didn't want to say 'if he ever died'.

The other brother, which if you could remember right was named Sam, could sense the pain in her voice and tried to change the topic. "You're Jennifer?"

She nodded. "Raised and trained to hunt by Bobby. One of the best hunters around." She said with a slight smile on her face from the good memories she had.

"You're right about that." Dean half smiled while putting his gun back in it's holster.

"What are you doing out here by yourself?" Sam asked.

"I heard some commotion out here last night, thought it might be a gang of vampires." She said shrugging, hoping they wouldn't get mad at her for being out there alone.

"You do realize you can't kill a vamp-" Sam started to say, probably to correct Jen on her wrong choice of weapon.

"I know." She said nodding. "But it's all I have. Wouldn't kill them in the least, but hopefully it would stun them enough for me to get away."

"Smart thinking." Dean said with a smirk on his face.

"Thanks." Jen smiled before realizing how dangerous it was for the three of them to just be standing out in the middle of the woods.

"How bout we head back to the cabin? It's probably a lot safer then just standing out here in the open." The brothers nodded, and followed Jen back to the small cabin she called home.

Opening the cabin door, Sam and Dean saw how much the cabin looked like Bobby's old house. It was very old looking, from the curtains to the rug. Still, it was very well kept for only one person living in it.

"So you really new Bobby?" Sam asked while picking up a an old picture frame of Jen and Bobby.

"Yep, I've known him since I was a kid." She said while making coffee for the three of them. "He found me the day my parents died."

She made sure to leave out the fact that she was a Wiccan. Once she thought about it, how would the brothers react to her being a person that they hunt every day?

"I'm really sorry about you're family, Jennifer." Sam said kindly.

"It's okay." She said trying to put a smile on.

"How do you all know him?"

"He was always a family friend, and was almost like a father figure to us after our actual dad passed." Dean said, taking in his surroundings as well.

"I'm very sorry about you're dad, but it's sort of funny when you think about it." Jen said half smiling, causing the brothers to look at her in confusion.

"Bobby seemed to be like a father figure to all of us." The brothers smiled, before Sam chuckled.

"I'm sure Cas, would love to meet Jennifer."

"You can just call me Jen." She said smiling, but who was this Cas?

It's like Dean could sense her confusion, so he smiled.

"Cas is an angel friend of ours. He knew Bobby as well."

"Then I think I would like to meet this 'Cas' fellow."

Almost as soon as she said it, a flutter of wings came from behind her. Turning around she saw a man dressed in a suit, with a blue tie and a trench coat.

"You called?" the supposed angel looked at Sam and Dean, tilting his head in confusion.

"This is the famous Jen Bobby told us about." Dean said walking over to her. Cas looked at her with a bit of remembrance in his blue eyes, before a look of relief filled his face.

"You're alive."