DN123: Hi guys! I have something new out now! I am doing a Supernatural Fanfic with a personal OC. I really hope you guys like the chapters I am about to put out.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sam and Dean or any other Supernatural character that will be present. My only creation is Artemis and her sons. The names are not mine, I have a fascination with greek mythology. Lol enjoy!

Chapter 1: Someone new

(Dean's POV)

"Here ya go, sug. One nice slice of Apple Pie for you…" The waitress lightly set the pie down in front of me, "some scrambled eggs with a side of sausage for you." She put the another plate in front of Sam with a smile.

"Thank you, ma'am." Sam said as the waitress nodded and walked off to the serving table. I began to saver my slice of heavenly goodness and ate happily as Sam poked at his eggs and prodded into his computer with notes.

"Okay, so there is a lot going on in this town. 4 murders within 4 days." Sam said as he clicked onto his computer, pulling up all newspaper's he could find on them. "In the articles, it explains how two were businessmen and two were a mother and child." I dropped my fork and stared at my pie. Really? A mother and child?

"Um…I hate to ask…but how?" I wished and hoped that the death wasn't a violent one.

"It says here that the child was found in his bed, looking as though he was asleep but the autopsy reports aren't being given to the public. The mother on the other hand was mauled like the two businessmen." Sam read onwards. Oh thank god…the little boy didn't suffer too badly. That boy shouldn't have died at all. Who would kill a child?

Slowly, I ate my pie but stopped once I could hear the sound an engine mixed with a sound I could never forget. I looked out the window and saw a 1958 black impala pull into the diner's parking lot blasting Metallica's Master of Puppet's. It wasn't just the car that had caught my attention though, no, it was the driver of that amazing car. A woman stepped out of the car, her black and red hair falling to her hips. Her eyes were covered by aviator sunglasses and she wore a black monkey suit like us but more form fitting. Amazingly though, on her feet was a pair of combat boots. This woman was beautiful. I watched as she went to the back of her car and grab something that she put in her pocket and the back of her pants pocket.

"-Ean? Dean!" I jumped a bit as Sam yelled my name and lightly sprayed me with water. I looked at him and growled.

"What was that for?" Sam laughed at my reaction and pointed at my plate. I looked down and saw the pie I had been eating, gathered and smashed. Then he pointed at my face. My fingers grazed my chin and I could feel the cream from the pie. Was the pie seriously falling out of my mouth? SO uncool.

"You're dropping food out of your mouth. What has you so glued, man?" I stared at him and pointed at the girl who was outside. Sam looked out the window as well and he watched with me as the girl closed her hood after getting out a gun and putting it in the waistband of her jeans. As she turned, we could see her face once more and she lifted her sunglasses, showing pure and powerful grey eyes.

"She's beautiful, right?" I looked back at Sam, trying to get his answer but then he pointed again.

"Yeah, she's beautiful for a mom." My eyes widened at his words. A MOM?! I turned my head and could see two little boys jump out of the backseat of her car. They looked no older than 7. Holy shit…

"She couldn't be a mother. Um, maybe they are her brothers?" I tried to think differently, hoping that this woman wasn't a mother.

"Well, we will find out. Looks like they are coming in." Sam and I acted like nothing was happening, but from the corner of my eye I could see the woman and the boys come in. As she walked in to the bar of the diner, the boys seemed to be twins with different hair styles. They both wore black shirts, each with a different band it seemed. They wore dark blue jeans with converse. One had black hair with blue ends in a mini Mohawk while the other had the same colored hair but except for blue, he had green and it was laid flat instead of mo-hawked. Weird, why would she let them dye their hair? The boys held the woman's hand as they looked around, they had the same colored eyes as she did. I watched as the waitress who served us walk up to her and the woman pull out a black wallet like ours.

"Hi, I'm F.B.I Agent Dahlia. I have some questions." She said, her voice strong but sweet to the ears. The waitress looked from how she was dressed down to the boys hiding behind her legs.

"An F.B.I agent with her boys at work? Is it bring your child to work day?" The waitress said with a small laugh. The woman giggled and touched the boys' heads. The twins smiled and held onto their backpacks.

"The babysitter cancelled last minute so I thought, why not let my son's see how mommy works instead of leaving them at home alone. Being a single mom and all…" I could hear a smile in her voice as she talked, then she knelt down. "Boys, go find a seat and look at the menu while I ask the nice lady some questions." Damn…she was a mom. The boys nodded and grabbed each other's hands as they looked around. The twin with his hair mo-hawked pointed and led to the booth behind us, while the other held tight to his brothers' hand. I turned my attention back onto "Agent Dahlia" and tried to listen to their conversation.

"…Okay. What do you know about the victims?" She asked. The waitress saddened and leaned against the counter.

"The mother and son were as thick as thieves. She always had a smile on her face for her boy, but the day of their deaths, she looked scared. Her son wasn't as happy as her normally was. Something seemed to scare those two so much that they could barely eat. Only had a couple bites before dashing out of here." The waitress explained. The woman quickly wrote on a notepad and tucked a hair behind her ear.

"Anything about the men?" She touched her pen to her plump pink lips. Those things were natural, no sign of botox or anything.

"Don't know anything bout the men, Agent. They only came in a couple days before their death, but something seemed to be off. Actually, now that I think about it, they seemed to talk about their company or group. Saying things like they only had a couple of days before they paid the ultimate price for their actions." My ears perked slightly. I looked at Sam who was writing down what they discussed. The woman, Agent Dahlia, wrote in her book as well and smiled.

"Thank you for the info. You were very helpful." She said softly and proceeded to look at the menu before she took it with her to the table behind us where her children sat.

"Dean, something is off about her." Sam whispered. Damn…I really hope this woman isn't a demon. Would hate to make a kid motherless. I leaned over slightly and tried to listen.

"Okay boys, mommy has a job here. Three people dead in just two weeks." She said softly. "Papers call it 'animal mauling's' and the one with the child is called a murder. What do you think that means?"

"Werewolf!" One of the little boys yelled. The woman giggled and I could hear her whisper 'shh'.

"Um…maybe it's an um…" The other boy got quiet and whispered, "…a hellhound?" Okay, that's it. I looked at Sam and watched him nod as we both got up and made our way to the woman next to us. We pulled out our fake badges and held them up.

"I'm Agent Angus, this is my partner Agent Young." I said and we closed our badges. The woman's eyes turned dark and mean. One of her sons glared at us while the other hid behind his brother in fear. "We heard you speaking to the waitress and saw you show your badge."

"Yes…" The woman reached into her jean pocket and pulled out her badge and ID. "My name is Agent Artemis Dahlia. Is there a problem." Damn…this girl was, wow. Sam looked at me and began to talk.

"We are here on the same case. We didn't know they were sending other agents." Sam said in a professional manner. The woman sat up straight and maintained eye contact.

"My boss told me there was a job here and sent me here. Said I would have to be careful and there was a possibility I would run into other agents like me." She said and slid her hand down to her gun on her lower back. I watched her closely and looked to her sons. The one with the blue Mohawk seemed more protective of the green haired one. He must be the older one of the twins.

"Can I talk to your supervisor please?" Sam asked. Whoa, Sammy. You never ask to talk to the supervisor. What if they know our alias and catch us.

"Sure." The woman pulled out her cell phone and dialed a number. She held it to her ear and spoke. "Hello sir, this is Agent Dahlia. There are two agents here who would like to speak to you about my presence here…Yes Sir." She held out the phone to us, causing me to grab it and put it to my ear.

"Hello."

"Hello, This is Special Agent Tom Willis." The voice I heard on the line was one that I could never mistake.

"Bobby?!"