first chap. didn't really get much reviews... and this story still has just one follower...

hoping that'll change :)

I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS, ONLY MY OC: AUBREY MILLIGAN, AND MAYBE SOME OF THE PLOT IN THIS STORY, AS WELL AS FOR OTHER STORIES TO COME.


AUBREY

Waking up, Aubrey felt like she'd been sleeping for an entire decade. And part of her wanted to believe this, that maybe she'd slept through the entire apocalypse and hadn't died. But the other part knew that that was just an aspiration. She yawned, sat up, and grabbed her wristwatch off her bedside table.

10 am.

Aubrey groaned, hardly remembering what time she'd been able to sleep the previous night though she was sure that she'd only been sleeping for at least 4 hours.

After taking a cold shower—the heaters didn't work, but she was kind of thankful for the icy feeling running down her back. It woke her up fully—Aubrey got dressed and went out the door. She locked it before knocking on Sam and Dean's, slipping the keys into her jacket's pocket.

Sam opened the door. "Hey," he said. Aubrey smirked, seeing that they were ready to go in and lie to cops and act professional and pretend that they were the FBI. To her eyes, though, they just looked like a bunch of monkeys in business suits. Her smile broadened when Dean came into view behind Sam, hopping around as he tried to put his shoes on.

"Going in early, are we?" She grinned, taking another peek at Dean again who was now putting on his tie. At least he knows how, now. "But wait…" Her smile disappeared. She sighed. "I'm not going with you, am I?"

"Nope," Dean answered, still in front of the mirror.

"And why is that?"

"Well, first off, you don't really look like someone who works for the FBI." He gestured to Aubrey's clothes: black jeggings, a red plaid shirt-hoodie folded up to just below the elbows, and flat black ankle boots. Not at all something a woman of the law would wear.

Aubrey rolled her eyes, brushing past Sam so that she didn't have to keep peeking over his shoulder. "Okay, so I'll just change my clothes—"

"Second, we can't wait for you. We actually have a schedule."

"I'll be ready in five minutes—"

"Third, you look too young to actually be with the FBI."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment—"

"No. Four, three's a crowd." Dean fixed the collar of his suit before finally looking at her. "I mean, Sam and I have been doing this as long as anybody and we've kind of gotten used to not being cramped in the car—"

"Dean, if you didn't want anyone getting between you and your brother then why the hell did you ask me to help you with this case?" Aubrey finally said, interrupting him instead of the other way around. Dean stared at her as if she'd just grown a pair of horns. "In fact, you haven't even told me what we're dealing with."

As the brothers glanced at each other, Aubrey reeled her anger back in. She had forgotten just how irritating the Winchesters were at times.

It was Sam who spoke next. "Aubrey, we didn't tell you because truthfully, we don't even know ourselves. That's why we're going to the victim's house. To find out."

"Yeah, and the place is crawling with cops," Dean continued, in a milder tone of voice which Aubrey was thankful for. "We couldn't go in there without costumes.

Aubrey cracked a smile. "Then why don't you want me to come?"

The boys shared another look, and that was when she got suspicious. Her eyes narrowed. "Guys?"

"It's nothing." Sam shook his head, a reassuring smile on his face that wasn't very reassuring—to Aubrey. "Look, after this, we'll take you everywhere with us. We swear it." He had this puppy dog look on his face: furrowed eyebrows, eyes looking up at her—he was sitting on the bed—and the hopeful glint in his eye. Aubrey remembered him having that same look during their childhood whenever he was asking for the skin on her fried chicken.

It saddened her how much had changed in him over the past few years.

Aubrey looked at him for a moment, analysing his words. She smiled. "It's good that you've gotten better at lying, Sammy. But you can't get past me. I'll find out what you brothers are keeping from me, sooner rather than later."


She sat for an hour in their room—not hers because she was positive that there were bedbugs on her mattress—searching up what Dean and Sam had thought was a case. "Bill Randolph dies from bear attack…" Aubrey read. And the more she read, the more her doubts on the case surfaced.

What was so eye-catching about it? It said that a man was attacked by a bear in his home. His home was pretty high up in the mountains too. It happened all the time! So why were Sam and Dean so caught up in it?

It also said that Bill's wife, Kathy Randolph, had seen the whole thing, but Aubrey was sure that the brothers that talking to her was the first thing they'd done.

And still, they had nothing, only increasing the possibilities of the whole thing being some normal day-to-day problem for people in the country.

Aubrey sighed, putting her hands over her eyes and trying to get her thoughts together. She knew she couldn't just stay there. It wasn't the way she did things. She never liked following other people's orders. The one and only good thing that came out of her parents dying was that she could make her own rules. And that was it.

The only time she worked with other hunters was when her parents were still alive. This was her first job working with other people, and it was an all-new feeling. One she knew she had to get used to if they were going to live through the job.

But I can't just stay here!

Then a thought occurred to her, and she grinned.

Maybe you won't have to.

Just as she'd thought, Aubrey found a paper napkin beneath Dean's pillow with an address scribbled onto it. The address of the victim's house. Hell, the brothers probably had it seared onto their brains already.

"Oh, boys," she chuckled. "You so should have brought this with you."


The Winchesters weren't lying about the place being under surveillance by cops. Aubrey hid behind tree branches and large boulders, scoping the place out. There were at least 7 cops surrounding the house, and though none of them looked very intimidating, Aubrey wasn't sure she could take out all of them without at least one calling for back-up. She ultimately decided against it, choosing to sneak past them instead.

She found a small gap between their defences by the backdoor. A waist-height brick barricade stood between the door and the cops, and it was perfect. Aubrey got into her hunter's crouch and sauntered to the barricade. She wasn't seen.

With a smirk on her face, she continued to the backdoor. The barricade broke off when it was just a few more yards, and she knew that she had to sprint for it. Or maybe tumble. Either way it was risky.

But to Aubrey, risky was fun.

Giving one last glance over the barricade and finding the cops facing away, Aubrey tucked her arms in and moved in. She ran, but still kept light on her feet. It was still amazing that none of the men had even heard something. Aubrey was positive that the grass crunched beneath her feet just a little bit.

Cops these days.

The house looked pretty old. As Aubrey took another peek at the men guarding the place, she could feel the slippery moss on the logs that were the walls of the cabin. There were splinters jutting out here and there. Cracks had already appeared on the roof.

The windows were grey and matted with dust particles. Aubrey peeked inside and almost immediately saw Sam and Dean. They were standing in some sort of kitchen, holding something in their hands and talking, though Aubrey couldn't hear what about.

She knew that she had to knock rather loudly on the window if they were to hear her, but she knew if she did, the cops would hear her too. I guess it'd be worth it, Aubrey thought to herself. Sam and Dean would hear her and they'd get her out of trouble anyway. Or they wouldn't. Sometimes she couldn't believe the amount of faith she had on the Winchesters. She hadn't seen them in years. What if they'd changed?

Ah, screw it. Aubrey brought her hand up, just about to land a good hard knock on the glass pane when the sound of fluttering wings was what she heard.

Suddenly there was a person beside her.

Acting purely on instinct, the knuckle that had almost connected with the window pane connected with someone's stomach. Pain immediately flared from Aubrey's knuckle, and she held it to her chest, trying to keep a pained yell in. She finally looked up.

"Cas?" she gasped, louder than necessary.

"Hello, Aubrey," he said simply, the deep of his voice contrasting against the sounds of the woods.

The angel didn't look physically hurt by her punching him in the gut at all. "I'm so sorry—"

She stopped when a cop yelled something from the distance: "Hey! Did you hear that?"

"Shit." Aubrey rapped loudly on the window five times, using the not-wounded hand. Sam and Dean looked at her in confusion, but she mouthed the word "help". Then someone pulled her away from the window, grabbing her by the elbow.

The cop said, "What are you doing here? You know this place is under investigation."

Aubrey didn't say anything. She looked behind her and saw another cop following them, pulling Cas along with him. Needless to say, the angel didn't struggle. He just looked very perplexed about the whole thing, like it was a puzzle he couldn't solve. Aubrey wished she was as calm as him.

"Hey!" The cop shook her, bringing her back to reality. She hadn't realized she was staring at Castiel while the cop ranted on to her. "He your boyfriend?"

He shook her again, and Aubrey glared. "What the hell do you thi—"

"Aubrey?"

She reeled herself back in; realizing who the voice belonged to.

"What are you doing here?" Dean said. Aubrey heard footfalls behind her and pulled her arm roughly out of the cop's grip, still glaring. "I thought I told you to stay at home!"

The cop looked over her shoulder, to the brothers who were now, she felt, just behind her. "You know this girl?"

"She's my juvenile niece," Dean answered, putting his hand on Aubrey's shoulder. She shrugged it off with a scowl, acting like the perfect 'juvenile niece'. "She doesn't like listening to people very much."

The cop in front of Aubrey frowned, looking down at her. "I noticed." He looked once again over her shoulder, this time nodding at Castiel. "Who's he, then?"

"I don't know," Dean answered, making Aubrey look back at him with a questioning frown. He raised his eyebrows, not looking at her but making it obvious that he wasn't going to answer that question. She had to answer for herself. But honestly, she didn't know what she was supposed to say.

So, she rolled her eyes and looked down at her feet, going with the obvious thing. "My boyfriend…" Aubrey grumbled.

Dean gasped behind her. "I'm sorry?"

With a loud huff, she repeated herself. "He's my boyfriend."

"You didn't know she had a boyfriend?" the cop asked Dean.

"She's just staying with me for the week. I didn't know she'd call her boyfriend."

"Okay then…" the cop stared at Aubrey. She had backed away from the conversation, coming to stand by her supposed "boyfriend" who was listening in with furrowed eyebrows.

"Well," the cop continued, "Did you get everything you need?"

"Yes, we'll be leaving now." It was Sam.

The cops let them go without another word, though Aubrey could feel their judgemental stares boring into her back. They were probably contemplating on the idea of her turning into a criminal. Little did they know that she already had a criminal record. But they knew nothing about what they did. They knew nothing about what all the hunters worked so hard for.

When they finally reached the car, Dean looked at her with a sarcastic smile. "You followed us."

"Yes, I did."

"Why?"

"I got bored."

The brothers shared an exasperated sigh, making her laugh. "What? You two should have expected something like that from me. Or did you forget who filled your bags with rotten eggs?"

"No," Sam said, crinkling his nose. "I did not forget that."

"Well, fine." Dean rubbed his face. "Let's just get back to the motel. We think we might know what we're dealing with."

Aubrey opened her door. "Okay. What is it?"

The hunter just looked at her. "I'll tell you once we get back to the motel." He was just about to get into the driver's seat when his eyes glued to something behind Aubrey. She looked behind her and found Castiel walking away from them.

"Hey, Cas!" Dean called, making the angel turn around with a curious look on his face. "Aren't you gonna ride in the back with your girlfriend?"

Aubrey had to admit, Dean Winchester knew how to lighten the mood. "You don't have to!" she yelled to the confused angel, grinning from cheek to cheek as she plopped into the backseat.

She didn't know what Dean had said to get Castiel to say yes. They all knew that the angel was obsessed with finding God. But before she knew it, he was sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with her, looking very awkward. Aubrey couldn't help but grin when he said to her, "I didn't know we were together."

"We aren't," Aubrey whispered back, making him even more confused. Sam and Dean weren't joking about him not understanding the concept of lying. "I'll explain later."

The rest of the car ride went on with silence, and without Castiel's questions keeping her distracted, Aubrey started checking off her list of supernatural creatures that she knew about.


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