A/N I know many of you are probably wondering where Sam and Dean and their little tree topper is right now... I wanted to introduce an OC who didn't just happen to run into the Winchesters and get sucked away on a whirlwind, I wanted to show not just someone who was a hunter in their own right, but show a little of the road to get there... Hopefully this chapter will be exciting enough that you will forgive me.

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Chapter II

Hailey sipped at the bottom of her vanilla milkshake. The grimoire open on the diner table before her as she flipped through the huge tomb's pages.

After the coven meeting she joined some fellow members, Sophie included, at the restaurant down the road from school. It was getting late now and the others had all left some time before, so she was taking the chance look through the spell book her mentor had given her.

The high schooler was in awe! There were simple protection spells that would only take moments to cast, charms to bring good fortune, summoning rituals and hex bags, notes on how to harness her inner powers. Amanda Tribune wasn't lying, some of these called for darker magic than Hailey would ever want to attempt. On the other hand, she was eager to try a few of the lighter spells, rituals and meditations. This was the ultimate guide for all things witchcraft.

One last sip of her drink followed by a glance at the darkening sky had her packing the giant book into her bag and leaving a few dollars tip on the table before making her way out the door. There were a few cars traveling up and down the road as she walked. At one point she waved a courteous hello to the locals that stood by the corner of a gas station drinking beers wrapped in brown paper bags.

A ten to fifteen minute walk to the entrance of her suburban neighborhood had her close to home. As she turned another street her house came into view. A squat one story ringed by larger two story homes, it always seemed a little out of place, but the yard was even more meticulously kept than some of the others. There were a strange assortment of plants that lined the white washed brick home and while they were pleasing to the eye, Hailey knew that they served another purpose. All of the plants her mother kept were either medicinal or edible, which also meant most had some sort of magical properties as well. It had been a project that both mother and daughter had been happy to undertake.

Getting closer to her driveway, Hailey noticed that the porch light had yet to be turned on, which was a little strange since her mother always made sure it was on when the girl was out. But, since it was just getting to be night proper, Hailey didn't think too much on it.

She dug into her pocket and pulled out her keys, even in this nice neighborhood they never left the doors unlocked. The brunette stepped onto the front step and slid her key into the lock. Before she could turn it an icy cold wave of apprehension washed over her, causing her to shiver like someone had walked over her grave.

Now, when asked later why she changed her mind, Hailey was unable to give a straight answer. There was something wrong and she just knew it.

As quietly as she could, she slid they key back out of the lock and took a step back. There were warning signs going off in her brain and she felt adrenaline kick in. As her fight or flight response kicked in the girl felt the urge to flee yet she remained rooted to the spot. Her mother was in the house and if there was something wrong she needed to get her out.

Making a decision, Hailey slid the book bag off her shoulders and slipped it behind a bush. She tightened her ponytail and thread her keys between her fingers, it wasn't much in the way of protection, but it was a safety tip that all women knew. Hailey skirted around the edge of her home to the fenced in backyard, hoping that she was just being silly. The latch on the gate clicked quietly and yet too loudly to Hailey's ears. She left it open, partially afraid to make more noise and partially for a quick escape if necessary.

Hugging the wall Hailey made her way around the side of her home, the soft grass of the backyard muffling her steps. She came to the dining room window and tried to get a quick furtive glance inside, noticing that it was too dark in her home. Not pitch black, but dimly lit with the hallway light and a couple lamps that normally stayed on through most of the day. Either her mother wasn't home (her car was in the driveway!) or something had prevented her from turning on the lights.

She stole another glance inside, trying to keep herself from freezing up like she usually did in a crisis. Hailey's eyes scanned past the dining table, down the hall to their bedrooms and over what she could see of the kitchen. Noticing nothing out of place, Hailey was about to just call herself crazy and be done with it.

A shadow moved.

Biting the inside of her lip, the teenager's eyes trained onto the silhouette of a person in her kitchen, too tall and too wide to be her mother. It was looming, almost hunched as it bent over something she couldn't see on the floor between the counter and kitchen island.

The young witch's heart thudded in her chest as she dropped below the window. She tried to think of something that would help her now. Her cell phone was in her backpack and by the time someone responded it could be too- no, she would have to stop this person. Her mom could be hurt, could be-

Pages flipped through Hailey's mind as her hand shot to her pocket, reaching for the pen she had stuck in her jeans. She took the cap off with her mouth and put the tip to the skin of her arm. The protection symbol wasn't even half done when the ink stopped. A mental curse and Hailey used her nails to quickly scratch out the rest, not quite drawing blood, but leaving raised red welts on her forearm. Protection, Luck, Strength.

She crept to the back door off the kitchen, her key sliding into the lock and the agonizing sound of a slow turn and scraping slide as the bolt was drawn slowly back. The girl peaked through the window panes on the door, through the washroom into the kitchen. The figure was gone, but it was too dark to see anything else. Somewhere in the house was a crack and faint yelling, too low pitched to be her mother. Hailey withdrew the key and slowly turned the knob.

As she entered the house in a crouch it felt like an eternity had passed since she was on the front doorstep, but realistically it couldn't have been more than five minutes. Probably less. She didn't shut the door all the way behind her, once again leaving a quick escape and trying to make as little noise as possible.

The keys were clutched in her hand again, pointing outward through her fingers. As she reached the end of the laundry room Hailey could hear the person shouting somewhere in the house, this time the words were more clear.

"Where!" "Tell me" and "Book" were a few of the words she could make out. Suddenly the figure reentered the kitchen via the hallway and Hailey froze, hoping and praying that it was too dark for her to be seen.

"Where is it! You BLOODY PATHETIC WHORE!" It screamed, definitely a man.

As he rounded the kitchen counter he stopped and kicked at something, there was a resounding gasp and Hailey attempted to suppress her own with her free hand at her lips.

The black lump on the floor let out a shaky breath that turned into an attempted laugh as her mother tried to push herself up, succeeding in resting the top part of her body on the kitchen cabinet under the sink. The doorway Hailey was in was a straight shot to the kitchen, but quietly the girl slunk to her right, crawling to go around the island and hopefully get behind the attacker.

Tears were pooling in her eyes as she crawled as silently as she could. Her mother spoke, "You won't find it here. You think I wanted to subjugate my daughter to your world?"

The older woman spat, blood and saliva hitting the tiled floor. "I have nothing to do with that crap anymore. Go bother someone else!"

Hailey was almost to the other side of the island now, close to the hall and the open doorway that lead to the living room. She heard her mother cry out and looked around the final edge to see the man gripping her hair and pulling it back to tilt her head up.

"You lie! I know your family! I know where you come from! You think you're so different from me?"

"I know I am."

"I will have the book and I will use every means necessary."

"Even if you had the book, you would still fail."

He huffed angrily and tossed her head back to hit the cabinet, standing.

Hailey stood from her crouch behind him, she would only have surprise on her side for a moment. What should she do? His leg reared back for another blow and Hailey sprung into action.

She grabbed around his waist with her left arm and rammed her key filled fist into the right side of his back, below his ribs, hoping she got the kidney she was aiming for.

He bellowed and hunched forward before rearing himself back. Hailey felt herself being tossed, felt herself lift up and the keys in her fist ripped out of him, coating her hand in what could only be blood, before she flew backwards. The table broke her fall but stunned her. How had he done that? She was a heavy girl but he had tossed her halfway across the room. Not pushed, he tossed. Hailey had been in the air.

"Well there Deary, so nice of you to join us." Hailey saw double as the figure turned on her, taking slow measured steps. She tried to force her eyes to focus and the two figures got closer to each other before joining as one.

"No! Hailey, run!" Her mother screamed.

As Hailey struggled to get up, eventually falling off the table and hitting the tile, the man had rounded back on her mother.

"Nuh uh uh! I don't need any more from you cunt!"

Hailey heard the crack of another well placed kick and she cried out, her voice desperate and breaking, "Mooom!"

Boots filled her vision and she struggled to turn and look up at the man towering over her, he helped by kicking her into her back, "Oh look at what a fatty you are! You're Tristy's daughter? No wonder she was hiding you, she was probably ashamed, look at that belly!"

His hand twisted a chuck of her fat so hard she thought he would rip it out. She screamed in pain "Such a cry baby too! Nice tits though!" They were twisted as well. "I might just take one for a souvenir when I'm done."

Hands grasped her shirt and pulled, stretching and ripping the top open. Hailey whimpered as a cold, sharp blade ran across of her right breast, a sting and beads of blood followed it. For the first time, the light from the hallway illuminated the attacker. His blue eyes seemed to glow, so cold and icy that his sharply handsome looks and close cut black hair only seemed to emphasize how harshly cruel this man was. Hailey shivered, there was something about him that made her think that even had she met him on the streets her skin would still crawl.

"Now then, maybe you'll be a little more honest with me. I want the book, where is it?"

"I-uh-don't-uh- what?" She felt confused and couldn't tell if he just made no sense or if she had hit her head too hard.

The backhand happened so quickly that she tasted blood before she felt the sting.

"Don't!" He gritted his teeth, "Don't lie to me. Your Grandmother's book. I want to know where it is."

The tears were flowing down, burning a scrape on her cheek that she didn't know was there. "I" hiccup "I don't" hiccup "what you're" hiccup "t-talkin a-" hiccup "-bout"

The man above her half growled, half screamed in frustration and Hailey wished she could just melt away in her fear. He jumped to his feet "Come on."

Her hair was given a jerk as his footsteps passed by her and she was being dragged along by her hair. She screamed again, wrenching her head about before her eyes rested on him. He was about three strides ahead of her, not holding her hair at all. And yet, there she was being dragged behind him by nothing.

There were black spots in her eyes and she might have lost consciousness for a moment from trauma, shock, nothing making any sense! The jerking of her hair stopped and Hailey found herself in the living room, by the desk in the corner that her mother had made into a little office.

Trying to keep herself steady, she pushed up onto her elbows, then onto her hands. Finally she was sitting upright, leaning against the oak desk. Her eyes unsteadily watched the man… being… thing!... whatever it was, rip books off shelves and overturn chairs, all the while going on about a book.

The high schooler tried to keep herself from going into shock. If she wanted to save herself and her mother she had to think! She had to stay sharp or she was sure to die! Unsteadily the chunky girl began to rise, hand on a knee the other on the desk.

The room was in chaos as it moved faster than anyone she had ever seen. It stopped in the middle, a single overturned lamp lit the ravaged room, casting sinister shadows across his person. Or maybe that wasn't the light?

"You have to know where it is." The voice was low and dark as he he took slow, measured steps toward her that seemed more malevolent after seeing the speed at which he could really move. Hailey was standing full now, backing completely against the desk.

"Look, I can see that you're upset and angry," she started, voice shaking despite efforts to keep it steady.

"Girlie you have no idea." He growled stalking closer.

"I-I don't know what book you're talking about, if I did I would tell you." He was standing in front of her now, his hand coming up to grasp her throat, lifting her up slightly. Her hands flailed behind her, trying to find something, anything.

"No," he sighed, deceptively calm, "You really wouldn't."

As his grip tightened her hand touch something hard. Please be sharp. Her airway was cut off and she made a strangled choking noise. Her eyes shut tight and in a desperate move she jerked her arm forward with the thin metal piece grasped in her hand.

His hand dropped from her throat and she gasped desperately, opening her eyes, to meet those icy evil blue ones. Both pairs of eyes were wide in shock.

His drifted down to the letter opener now lodged in his upper abdomen, right below his diaphragm.

He looked back up at her as he stumbled back. There was a sizzling sound and smoke drifting up from the improvised weapon. He stumbled another step back and reached to grasp the letter opener with both hands. It fried his skin where it met and he was unable to pull it loose.

"I-" he started, surprise and fear written on his face "I-Iron."

Then he exploded in a cloud of sizzling embers that floated down, coating Hailey.

The overweight girl tasted bile before dropping to all fours and retching on her living room carpet.