She gasped as she sat up awake. She ran calloused fingers through her long, blonde hair, trying to regain her breath.

She hauled herself from the bed she had lain on. She glanced around the room.

Peeling, mouldy wallpaper.

All utilities either damaged or very old.

And what the heck was stuck to the carpet?

She didn't want to know.

The motel room was bare apart from a couch, a bed and a stained coffee table.

She opened the closet to find a grimy mirror screwed to the inside of the cupboard door. She glanced down at her clothes; which consisted of a white tank top, black skinny jeans and a pair of thick socks, plus the standard underwear.

The girl made her way into the main living room and unzipped the Nike duffel bag, which was sitting on a chair. Inside was fake ID's, passports and legal documents. Buried underneath was basic necessities and her prized flannel shirt and black combat boots. She yanked out both and continued her search.

She read over the documents, which named her Persephone Majors, American citizen. She nicknamed herself Sephy and just as she was about to replace the papers, a sticky note fluttered to the floor. She crouched down and picked up the note.

I'm sorry, just get yourself as far away as possible.

-T

Sephy scrunched her face up in confusion. Somehow, this mysterious 'T' had dumped her in the middle of America, in a crappy hotel room.

She couldn't remember how she'd got here. The last thing she could remember was travelling to Washington D.C. on April 7th.

What was the date?

The documents had been issued on September 19th.

Holy shit.

That meant at least five months had passed.

Sephy sunk back against the wall and buried her head in the palms of her hands.

She couldn't have been gone for that long, there must've been a mistake. How could she have disappeared from the face of the Earth for five months?

She desperately tugged on the curtain rope and after a few tries, the blind opened. She pulled up the window and swung her legs over. She pushed herself over the edge and, with a squelch, landed in the garbage bin in the alleyway.

The bell in the corner jingled, as Sephy walked into the shop. She looked around the small corner shop and wandered over to the front desk. Her hands skimmed over a few newspapers before grabbing one that appealed. Her eyes flicked over to the date in the corner.

Thursday October 7th 2014

She let out a small gasp, but not sounds came out. Sephy repeatedly shook her head, trying to deny it.

It wasn't right.

It was wrong.

It was all a dream.

She dropped the newspaper on the floor and turned and ran. Her feet pounding against the concrete pavement, her heart in her throat.

She clenched her jaw and ran up the fire escape, then climbing through the window to her flat. Sitting down on the couch, she tucked her knees into her stomach, then unfurling them. She eventually managed to find a comfy position and laid out across the couch. She watched the ceiling light flickering on and off. It had managed to keep going after all these years, even on the brink of breaking, it kept pushing. Just like her, she realised. Sephy fell asleep all at once.


It might've been minutes, or maybe hours before Sephy finally stood up from the sofa with a groan. She did a quick few stretches and muttered something about 'comfy sofas' and 'standards'. She groggily opened the curtain to see a small parking lot. It was about half full and mostly contained pick-up trucks and old Land Rovers. There was the odd one or two cars that were obviously prized by the owners, who'd poured practically a whole bucket of polish on to the vehicle.

But then, hidden in the corner, she spotted a 67' Chevy Impala.

"Nice" she smiled.

Her pale hand rested on the window sill, as she looked out across the parking lot. Past the cars was the small shop she'd entered earlier and past that was a lining of trees.

The sun was setting in the distance, it had just turned seven o'clock and the town was peaceful.

Several hours had passed since Sephy had awoke and millions of questions had passed through her thoughts before she finally pushed them aside.

She decided she'd leave in the morning and sort things out from there.

The fridge and cupboards were both bare, so Sephy would have to wait until later tonight to get food.

Everything felt perfect for a few seconds, even in her tiny messed up world, everything felt okay for once.

Suddenly, Sephy felt a cold blade on her throat. She clenched her jaw and stood still.

"Such a pretty little girl. Too bad, isn't it? You always pick the sad souls. You're not getting away anytime soon, I'm going to send you back to hell where you belong." The female continued her threat with a cool, confident voice which sent shivers down Sephy's spine.

She gritted her teeth. "Don't you dare threaten me."

"Or what? You're going to kill me? Can't wait to watch you try. I think we both know who's going to end up dead tonight."

Sephy smirked.

"Honey, I'm already dead."

Sephy crushed her heel into the woman's toes, with a sickening crunch. And smashed her elbow into her throat, then taking the knife.

The woman persevered and threw a jab to Sephy's throat. She stumbled backwards clutching her neck.

"You could've tried a bit harder, I mean, the energy was so easy to detect. Could have been standing next to me. Let's see your eyes demon."

"What? What do you mean demon? And energy?"

The woman's eyes flickered with shock before replacing her poker face.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. The Winchesters are already on their way."

Sephy walked up to the woman, inches away.

"Listen, 'cause I'm only going to say it one more time: I am not a demon. I've been through a lot of shit and now you burst into my flat trying to kill me," Sephy whispered the deadly threat through her teeth "You've just about pissed me off and I'm tempted to kill you. I can do that very easily."

She took a few steps back.

The woman didn't seem fazed at all by her threat, and instead produced a gun and rapidly shot a bullet into Sephy's leg.

She screamed silently and Sephy clenched her jaw as she felt a fire burning in her shin.

She took the silver knife next to her and threw it, hitting the woman right in the stomach.

She collapsed on to her knees and screamed as she removed the knife. She gaped down at the blood spreading across her chest.

Sephy limped towards the woman and head-butted her. She collapsed on the floor, blood streaming down her face, then Sephy took her gun and fired three bullets into her limp body.

Sephy dropped the gun and ripped a part of the woman's clothing off and wrapped it around her shin. She tied it together and gritted her teeth as she went to lock the door.

She stuck her head around the door, checking to see if anybody had heard the fight. Two tall men came walking down the hallway.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Sephy locked the door behind her and jammed the chair underneath the handle. She pulled the duvet of the bed and draped it over the body. Soon enough, she'd set up the mattress against the door.

Muffled voices were heard through the door as she quickly packed her duffel bag.

The knife was tucked into the waistband of her jeans and the gun was held in her right hand.

She heard a bullet splinter the wood and looked over her shoulder to see the frail door rattling.

The door had almost fallen apart as Sephy started to zip up her bag. A tall man climbed through the remains and shoved the mattress over with his shoulder. Instinctly she held up the gun, barrel aimed at his head. He did the same and Sephy cocked the gun as a threat. Another man, taller and with longer hair, stood next to him.

Sephy could take both of them.

She glanced down at her leg, it was soaked in blood and she realised the extent of her injury.

She dropped the gun and kicked it over with her good foot. She held both her hands up in surrender.

The two men glanced over at each other and whispered harshly, occasionally looking over at her.

"Where is she?" The smaller grunted in a rough voice. Sephy pointed her left index finger over at the duvet in the corner.

The taller man walked over to the duvet and peeled back the covers, almost shuddering at the corpse.

"The Winchesters, right?" She kept a poker face with steely determination painted all over.

"Shapeshifter?" Now it was time for the taller one's introduction.

"I asked first, only fair since your friend came in here, waving her gun all over like crazy." Sephy motioned towards the body. Raising her eyebrows nonchalantly.

That had really pissed them off.

Before she knew it, the smaller Winchester was at her throat.

He swung his fist at her face, Sephy ducked out the way kneed him in the stomach before smashing his face on her good knee. He stumbled backwards before waving around the gun she'd taken from him.

"For fucks sake, seems like everyone's trying to kill me today," She muttered under her breath. The taller man kicked her in the shin and she screamed and collapsed onto her knees, she took out the knife and slashed it through the air fruitlessly. The man grabbed her wrist and snapped it and she fell onto the carpet.

A boot on her back held her down to the floor and a gun behind her cocked.

"Christo." She flinched at the word and suddenly a barrel swung out of nowhere and she blacked out.


A/N:

Thank you all so much for the support, thank you XManwathielX for the review, for hello03 for following and for Jess54325 and HellishFury for both favouriting and following, it's truly means a lot:)

I've written 1.6k words for this chapter as a bit of a thank you, I also hope that this chapter wasn't rushed and worked out all right, Chapter 3 is a bit of action but mostly character development and back story, so I cant wait to get started on that! I'm not that knowledgeable of the supernatural world so please forgive me for any mistakes

Thank you guys

-cumberlovin