Sort of canonical...but then again not... it's going to jump around from bits in the show to bits in my head but... you'll get the drill. Set during season 11.
The darkness was something no one could escape. Not least Sam and Dean. The plunging clouds swirled around them and neither of them dared to move an inch. In fear, they stared at each other as it rushed towards them with a ferocity neither of them could fathom was coming from something as light as smoke.
Suddenly Dean was gone. Sam's world went black.
"What's the plan?" Sam asked Dean as they left the cheap motel they had just checked in to.
"I haven't got a plan, Sammy," Dean growled, why did that boy always expecting him to have the answers? The darkness wasn't going away so far and they had hardly done any research into stopping it. What made Sam think that he'd suddenly had a grand epiphany?
"We'll figure it out..."
Dean didn't turn to look at him.
Sam patted himself down, tsking much to his brother's chagrin.
"I left my badge in the room, one minute,"
Sam turned at walked back into the room, humming gently to himself as he walked towards his bedside table. There was someone on his bed.
With one hand under his pillow sat a young woman, practically frozen with fear.
Sam whipped out his gun and pointed it at the intruder.
"Dean!"
Seconds later Dean rushed into the room.
Sam was held against the wall, levitating, his gun on the floor.
"You let him go, you bitch!"
"Dean, calm down," The man faltered. The young woman, now with one hand stretched, seemingly holding Sam against the wall, knew his name. Dean looked from Sam back to the woman.
"I'm not here to hurt you! You weren't meant to find out this way..."
"What? Let my brother down," The girl showed no signs of moving, "Maybe then we can talk."
The woman sighed, her dark hair falling around her face. Slowly, she lowered her hand and Sam glided to the floor where he quickly snatched up his weapon.
"No guns!" The woman cried and snapped her fingers. Both Dean and Sam's pistols flew straight towards the girl where she kicked them off the bed, "Let me explain..."
"How do you know my name?" Dean growled, he stepped towards her but unwittingly flinched when she raised her hand protectively.
"I know you both. I have done for a while now." The woman put her hand back under Sam's pillow and removed what she had stashed there. A small burlap bag with an inscription on it.
"It's a hex bag!" Dean yelled, withdrawing a blade from his coat and lunging at the girl.
Sam's hand whipped out to stop him, "Wait!"
The girl looked at Sam gratefully, showing young blue eyes.
"It's a blessing bag..." Sam mumbled, "A protection..."
"And I've been leaving them everywhere I can for you for about the last fifteen years..."
Dean gave a side glance to Sam who nodded briefly.
"Why?!" Dean asked gruffly. Unsurprisingly he was skeptical about a young witch appearing where he slept at night.
"When I was five, you came to me, to my family, in Maine. They were witches too... all natural born and..."
"They were going to use you in a sacrifice... I remember." Sam murmured, "We left you...and your mother... and she promised..."
"I know what she promised." The woman hissed angrily, her face reddening with embarrassment. "She lied... she tried to make me... like her..."
"Evil." Dean filled in.
"She's...gone... now... it was that or,"
The girl shook her head.
"How do we know you ain't some witch bitch trying to get on up in here just to kill us while we sleep, hey?!" Dean's fingers twitched for his weapon.
"Two weeks ago... you stayed at the Solana Motel in Illinois... you were hunting," Her eyes screwed up and she gave her hair a small tug, "Vampires! You were hunting vampires! Before that it was Ohio and a shapeshifter. You don't know me... but I know you. I've been following as much as I can since I was a ten year old. I've been protecting you."
"Well you've been doing a pretty bad job, kid," Dean snapped and the girl flinched backwards.
"I... I tried my best... but"
"What about Kevin, hey?! Charlie?! I guess they just weren't worth protecting were they?"
"Dean..." Sam tried to place a hand on his brother's shoulder but Dean whirled away from the touch. "They're protection bags, Dean. They weren't made to withstand bullets or blades."
The girl nodded in thanks to the taller man. "I wasn't there for Charlie's death... or Kevin's... sometimes I lost track of you... or I just couldn't get there in time. I've learned things but I'm not invincible... I can't teleport." She scoffed.
Dean started to pace.
"This isn't possible. If you were trying to help us... why weren't you there?!" Sam asked.
"I was raised with black magic... I was afraid if I tried to help fight I'd get out of control. I'm powerful, I can feel it, it aches to come out of me but I didn't know what would happen when I did. I was a coward... I was scared... I was..."
Sam, sensing he was pushing too far, came towards her. He sat on the bed and gently rested a hand on her knee, "Hey, hey, it's okay."
The girl blinked away tears.
"What's your name?"
"It's Jane," Dean filled in from the background, "I remember."
