Author's note: I still don't own Supernatural, and all rights still belong to Warner Brothers Studios.

Chapter 2 everybody... still open to any suggestions, just let me know! Enjoy!

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You shook your head, clearing the memory. That was seven years ago and you were not that same girl. Your family was gone, Sam and Dean had left without a second glance and your Nana had betrayed you. You had adapted, and done what you needed to survive. Yes, you were cold and angry, but you were alive.

You shook your head again. You needed to focus on the task at hand. Right now, you were in the middle of a vampire hunt, outside an abandoned warehouse. You had been tracking the vamps for nearly a week, before you figured out where their nest was. Tonight was finally the night you would ambush them.

You had on a pair of scruffy jeans with a wide hole in the knee, a heavy military jacket and your favourite pair of combat boots. With you wavy hair in a ponytail and a knife gripped tightly in your hand, you entered the warehouse.

It was pitch black. You couldn't see anything so you used your hand to feel along the wall. It was damp and slimy, smelling of rot. Careful to stay hidden in the shadows, you advanced into a labyrinth of hallways.

Slowly rounding a corner, you spotted a pair of vampires. Squeezing against the wall, you sidestepped until you were nearly behind the larger of the two vamps. Swiftly and quickly, he disappeared into the shadows where he was promptly beheaded. "Doug?" the shorter one questioned, as Doug's head rolled back into the light. "Doug!"

You took your chance and ran out, driving into with enough force to shove him against the wall. You held your knife against his throat and sneered, "Doug's a little hung up at the moment." The vampire's eyes widened in fear as you finished the job and severed his head from his body.

Standing up, you heard quiet voices behind you. You ducked back into the shadows against the wall and picked up your pace. After walking a while longer, you finally reached the centre of the warehouse. The hallway opened into a large room with cavernous ceilings. Giant skylights bathed the room in moonlight. There were old crates stacked on top of each other in one half of the room, while the other half held rusted machinery that no longer worked.

Careful to remain in the shadows, you advanced into the room along the edge. You ducked behind a stack of empty crates and peeked around the edge, noticing a large group of vampires in the centre of the room. Keeping your eyes locked on them, you took another step forward, but splashed in a puddle, soaking through your boots. "Shit," you whispered without even thinking.

The vamps snapped their heads up, alert and focused. You slunk back behind the crates, further into the shadows and held your breath. Could I be any more stupid? you mentally scolded yourself.

You held your breath as one of the vampires from the group slowly stood up. He peered into the blackness, sensing something was off. A couple more followed suit and half the group was advancing towards your hiding spot.

Shit, you thought again. But you tensed and crouched, determined to attack anyway. The one that stood first had shaggy brown hair and bright blue eyes that roamed the shadows, looking for you. His bright eyes locked on your grey ones, but before he could alert the others, you pounced.

Leaping from the shadows, you plunged you knife into his neck. Blood splattered across your face and jacket while he wheezed his last breath. Pulling the knife out, you faced the others.

They rushed you in a pack and you slashed at anything you could reach. The first had an arm sliced off and staggered back. Turning to face the second, you reached your knife out and left a deep gash in his neck.

Spinning again, you saw more advancing at you and a couple running in from the hallways. This was a bigger nest than you thought, but it was too late: you were in deep.

Spinning, kicking and slashing, you took down as many as you could, but it was no use. You had woefully underestimated the size of the nest and now you were paying for it.

You were doing your best to keep up with the amount of vampires. Stabbing one on your left, you didn't realize that the first vampire, your recently one-armed victim had procured a knife of his own and was advancing towards you. Just as you turned to face him, he stuck his own weapon out and cut deep into your abdomen.

You fell to the ground clutching your stomach as your knife clattered beside you. Looking up at the ceiling, you clenched your teeth in pain. This was it. You were done for; there was no way you could survive this wound. At least you'd finally be able to see your family again. Anger welled up inside you though as you remembered the shapeshifter. You had never been able to find him, and couldn't avenge your family's death… and now you never would.

You let out a cry of outrage, feeling around for your knife. If you were going down, you would take as many of these sons of bitches as you could. -armed vampire knelt down to your face and lowered his mouth to your ear. "You're really a pretty girl, you know. It's too bad this is how your life will end… although I can't say I won't enjoy it." He licked his lips.

You finally found your knife, slipper with blood. Clutching it tight, you drove it into the side of his neck. Shocked eyes met yours, as you coughed out, "Can't say I didn't enjoy that."

However, when he slumped over beside you, more vampires took his place, frenzied at the sight of your blood. They looked at your eagerly as you heard yelling from the hallway. Even more? you thought, I really did underestimate the size of this nest.

You searched for you knife again, but it was still stuck in that vamp's neck, too far out of reach. The yelling from the hallway was getting louder, drawing the attention of some of the vamps. Your vision was clouded and you were starting to see spots. You breaths were becoming wheezy and shallow. You coughed and felt blood rise over your lips. This really is the end you though as the vampire closest to you leaned down and ran his teeth lightly across your collar bone.

The shouting became more distinguishable the closer it got. You thought you recognized those voices but you didn't have the energy to look up. The back of your shirt was soaked as you lay in a puddle of your own blood. Your sight was almost completely filled by gaping black spots when you felt the vampire near you slump over; lifeless.

It was quiet now and you heard a male voice whisper, "Jayden?" before the blackspots overwhelmed you and your eyes fluttered shut, slipping into unconsciousness.

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It was pitch black. Your eyes were closed, your abdomen ached and your head swam. You thought you heard hushed voices and attempted to open your eyes. The lights were too bright and you groaned. The voices immediately stopped talking.

Blinking rapidly, you squinted in the bright lights. "Where am I?" you moaned, clutching your stomach. There was no wound there you realized with a start. You could've sworn a vampire had dealt you a death blow.

"Jayden?" you heard a familiar voice whisper.

Turning your head, you searched for the source of the voice. How did they know your name? Your grey eyes locked onto a pair of recognizable brown ones and widened. "Sam?" you gasped. You had to be dead.

"Am I dead?" you asked.

"No, but you were close," Sam replied.

How? You wondered. You were definitely surprised to see him and grateful that he had miraculously managed to save your life, but you were angry when you thought of the last time you saw him. Not wanting to look weak, you tried to sit up, but winced in pain.

"Easy does it there, kid," Dean said from across the room.

"Geez, thanks dad," you spit out sarcastically. Both brothers raised their eyebrows.

Sam cleared his throat before saying, "Well okay then, umm… how do you feel?" The concern in his eyes was noticeable, but it only angered you further.

You glared back at Sam, deflecting his question with one of your own, "What happened? The last thing I remember is nearly dying. Where are we anyway?"

Sam and Dean exchanged a look before Dean answered, "You did nearly die. If we had gotten there any later, you would've been gone."

Scowling, you asked, "How'd you find the vamp nest anyway?"

Sam answered this time, "We were tracking those vamps and had finally found their nest a couple days ago. After gathering extra supplies, we decided that we'd take them all out tonight. When we got there, only a few vampires were left in the hallways. We fought, and they slowly retreated back into the main room where we saw a whole hoard descending on you. We fought our way through to where you laid in a puddle of your own blood. We got you out of there and took you to our motel. Which is where we currently are."

"How'd you get through all the vamps though? There were too many for just the two of you and that doesn't answer the question of how I was practically brought back from the dead without any scars," you said, lifting the hem of your shirt and examining your smooth stomach.

Sam opened his mouth as if to speak, but Dean interrupted him, "Slow your roll there, Scooter. We gave you answers and I think it's your turn for an explanation. What happened to you? Last time we saw you, you were saying goodbye and hugging your Nana in the doorway."

Thinking back to that night, tears sprung to your eyes, but you blinked them away quickly, "Life happened, Dean. What did you expect? That I was just going to be able to play house with my grandmother and live happily ever after?"

Looking at the floor sheepishly, Dean didn't reply. Sam moved towards you as if to comfort you, but you threw the blankets off and sat up straight. "You were right, Dean! I couldn't trust my own grandmother! She called the cops when she saw what happened on the news. You knew I couldn't hide what happened from her, but you still left me there. I had to leave after that and go it my own. I had no one! The only people I could ask for help, the two of you in this very motel room, had left without a trace!"

The blankets were clenched in your angry fists and Dean looked right at you with a stoic expression, while Sam, with concern filled eyes, began, "Look Jayden, I am so sor-"

"Stop it; I don't need your pity! I don't want your pity! Saying sorry isn't going to erase the last seven years of my life, you know. Thanks for saving my life and all, but I'm not staying here."

You swung your feet over the edge of the bed and stood up. Your head spun, but you were determined to leave and moved towards the door. Sam was still behind you saying, "Wait Jayden, you don't have to go. You can barely stand on your own; we can help you and work things out."

Ignoring him, you wrenched open the door only to come face to face with a man. He wore a plain white shirt and a black suit underneath a long tan overcoat. His hair was black; his eyes a piercing blue, and a scruffy five o'clock shadow licked his face.

"You might not want to do that," the stranger said in a deep gravelly voice.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I am Castiel, an angel of the Lord."

You looked back at Sam and Dean, saying, "What the hell is this?" Your head still spun and your knees were getting weaker by the second, but your resolve to leave was strong. You didn't need these two or this weirdo stranger, you were fine on your own.

"Listen Jayden," Sam began, "we'll explain all of this, but you need to stay and rest. You can stay here, we'll answer any questions and if you still want to leave you can."

"No Sam. I don't need your help, I've been on my own for a long time now, and I can take care of myself. Just get this jerk to move out of the doorway."

The stranger named Castiel ignored you, looked at Dean and asked, "Why is this human so hostile, I though you said she was a friend?"

Dean sighed and just shook his head.

You were frustrated and so dizzy, you felt as if you were going to vomit. "Just get out… out of the doorway so I can—I have to… to-" You squeezed your eyes shut in an attempt to gather your bearings, but it didn't work. Growing even more light-headed, you murmured, "I don't… I don't need any help, just let me-" However, you felt your weakened knees give out and a strong grip quickly grab your arms to keep you upright.

"I told you, you did not want to do that," a deep gravelly voice said before you blacked out once again.