Author's Note: Thank you to my two kind reviewers for their encouraging words! I really appreciate it! Now, may I present the super long chapter two? I feel like I finally got into my groove on this chapter and I can't wait to start writing the next chapter. It surprises me that more people haven't done Supernatural/Sailor Moon crossovers. I think these two universes meld seamlessly together. Anyways, please enjoy!

Serena had thought she had heard it all.

But as she was quickly figuring out, her own problems were only the tip of the iceberg when it came to supernatural crises. She listened with rapt attention as the two boys explained who they were and why they had shown up at her door. Sam Winchester had visions of people in trouble—people about to die some horrible, supernatural death. He and his brother, Dean, were hunters of evil supernatural creatures. Ghosts, demons, vampires, hellhounds, and everything in between, they found and destroyed.

"And you saw me being stabbed by a sword wielded by Beryl?" Serena asked as she handed Sam a glass of water, still cautious as to the boys' intentions, but trusting them for the moment.

"Yeah," Sam replied, taking a sip of the water. "I know, it's a lot to take in—"

"I've heard worse," Serena answered coolly and then pulled a bottle of scotch out of her bag. She tossed the bottle over to Dean who caught it with a surprised glance. "What?"

"I didn't peg you for a girl who drinks." Dean answered honestly. That earned a small chuckle from Serena as she met Dean's confused gaze.

"I don't," Serena answered. "It's for the pain."

"Pain?" Dean echoed and Serena giggled slightly at Dean's startled expression. Serena pointed to his fingers and Dean noticed that they were red and bruised.

"When we were fighting with the door, I slammed it on your hand. Sorry." Comprehension suddenly lit up on Dean's face, but he placed the glass bottle aside.

"You do this a lot?" Dean asked.

"Do what?" Serena inquired.

"Act so calm when someone tells you that you're about to be killed by a demon?" Dean finished. "I mean, you're taking this pretty well."

"Yeah," Serena mumbled. "Well, this isn't the first time I've heard about this." Nope, this was just another reminder of why she lived her life on the run—why no place was safe, why she couldn't stop running until either she or Beryl died.

"About Beryl?" Sam clarified.

"Uh-huh," Serena affirmed. "Your vision just confirms what I've known for awhile." She glanced at her bags and then sighed. It was a shame, for sure. She had thought that this small town could give her at least a few weeks of employment and safety. It figured that Beryl would find a way to ruin that too—even if the Winchester boys weren't working for her, which for the record, Serena wasn't so sure that they weren't. Sure, they hadn't done anything to hurt her now, but that didn't prove anything—people always managed to hurt her in the end. "Guess it's time to move again."

"Move?" Sam said, standing up from the bed. "What do you mean?" Serena picked up the bottle beside Dean and then shoved it into her faded pale pink bag, which had a dirty bunny on it that had used to be a marshmallow white, but had now become grey due to age and dirt. She glanced at Sam, seeing the pure concern in his puppy dog eyes and she forced herself to look away before she revealed anything else about herself.

"Listen, the less you know the better!" Serena exclaimed. She went around the room, trying to grab everything that she had managed to take out in the few minutes she had been in the room. Dean stood and quickly caught her arm and spun her around to face him. "Let go!" Despite her plea, Dean refused to budge.

"Start talking!" Dean snapped, eyes flashing with impatience. "You clearly know what's going on here—"

"It's none of your business!" Serena shouted. "Just get out and leave me alone!" Get out before you get two get caught up in this mess too, she added silently. Sure, they boys seemed nice enough and yeah, maybe they had experience dealing with demons and such, but Beryl? She was no typical demon and Serena didn't want any more blood on her hands. Never again would someone get hurt because of her—never!

"Dean," Sam began, placing a hand on his brother's shoulder. "It's alright."

"Fine," Dean growled, relinquishing his hold on Serena's arm. "Just let yourself be killed then. Screw you!" He stormed out of the room, slamming the door on his way out. Sam remained, frowning.

"Sorry about him," He apologized. "Dean doesn't really control his temper well."

"I can see that." Serena replied dryly. She waited for Sam to leave, but the youngest Winchester remained in her room and Serena was unsure as to what to say to him. He could be telling the truth about his vision or he could be some sick, twisted puppet of Beryl's trying to stall her. In the end, she couldn't risk it. She had to stay away from Sam and Dean. "Listen, Sam—"

"I get that you don't trust us," Sam interrupted, meeting her gaze. His eyes held a mix of fear and pity and Serena almost questioned her judgment of refusing their help. How could someone that seemed as kind as Sam be evil? "Really, I do. But, for the record, Dean and I only wanted to help you. We're not evil or anything like that."

"How could I be evil, Serena?" Raye hissed. "I'm your best friend!" In front of her, Raye's face contorted and Serena could only watch in wide-eyed fear as the girl she considered a sister became a monster.

Serena shook her head, dispelling the painful memory. No, this was for the best. Sam and Dean had to go and she had to get away from her, if not for her safety, then for their own.

"Sam, I can't risk trusting the wrong people again." Serena told him honestly, unsure as to why she was revealing so much of her feelings to him. Her mother had been right; she was too emotional for her own good. Serena made a note to work on controlling her emotions around others once she reached the next town.

"This demon though," Sam persisted. "Why is she after you?"

"I have to ask you to go now Sam," Serena informed him, regret coloring her tone. She would love to tell her story, to explain why she lived her life in fear and why everyone around her was trying to kill her or was being killed because of her, but she couldn't risk it—not ever again. "It's really none of your business."

"Serena—!" Sam protested as she re-opened the door and motioned towards it.

"Thank you for your concern," Serena told him coolly. "I'll make sure to keep an eye out." And with that she slammed the door on Sam Winchester, effectively freeing herself of his pestering questions.

"You can talk to me, Serena," Darien promised as he gently squeezed her hand within his own. "Whatever it is, we'll figure something out."

How foolish she had been back then! To think that someone could help her, Serena knew now that it was pointless—no one could help her. But back then, she had believed that anything could be surmounted with a little help from loved ones. And what had that belief gotten her?

Nothing but blood on her hands. No, she would never put her trust in anyone else. She could only rely on herself. These Winchester boys would only become casualties and only add to her grief—that is, if they didn't turn on her and try to kill her first.

Serena quickly packed up and then fled into the moonlit night.

"Dean—"

"No, Sam," Dean growled as the two sped down the road at an alarming speed. "She didn't want our help."

"So, you're just going to let her die?" Sam challenged, his eyebrow raised.

"I was in this vision, right?" Sam nodded. "Then, if I stay away from her, the vision will never come true." Sam sighed angrily and Dean let a small smirk grace his face—he had won the argument.

"She's going to die." Sam repeated to his stubborn, older brother.

"Not our problem," Dean retorted as he willed the Impala's engine to go faster. "She told us to get out, Sammy!" Sam said nothing more, just fumed silently and Dean grimaced. He knew that Sam was right on some level—they should go back because Serena was going to die and was being pursued by this Beryl demon. On the other hand, Serena seemed to know who Beryl was and Dean got the impression that she escaped death by Beryl on a semi-regular basis. She should be fine by herself, right?

"Listen, the less you know the better!"

What had she meant by that? Who was Beryl exactly and why did Serena not want their help? The girl had seemed so thin now that Dean thought about it—how long had she been running from this demon? The questions plagued Dean and the annoying conscience that Sam so often claimed that Dean ignored began to rear its ugly head. With a frustrated growl, Dean made an immediate U-turn and Sam instantly perked up in the passenger seat.

"Dean?"

"If she turns us down again, we're leaving for good, understood?"

"Yeah." Sam answered and Dean recognized the glint in his eyes.

"Don't even go there," Dean began quickly. "We're not going to have a chick-flick moment about why I changed my mind." Sam smirked, but said nothing. Dean knew that his younger brother would manage to get the truth out of him later as he somehow always did.

For now though, all that mattered was getting back to Serena and getting her to explain the truth about Beryl.

Serena hated fighting.

She really, really detested violence in general, but she had gradually come to accept that she would need self-defense skills in order to protect herself. It was just a shame that whenever it came time to use those same self-defense skills, Serena's klutzy nature kicked in.

"Running away, Princess?" The demon hissed as her eyes flashed a bright red. Serena faced the demon contained within the body of a young teenager and Serena felt sorrow course through her system. This poor girl didn't deserve this fate of being a puppet of Beryl! It wasn't right, wasn't fair.

"I have nothing to say to you." Serena replied, trying to appear detached even though a swirl of emotions were rushing through her. The demon took a few steps forward and its lips curled into a sinister smile.

"Come on now, Princess," The demon urged. "Come with me. My Queen will be pleased to see you once more. It's been so long!"

"Stay back," Serena growled as she frantically looked around for something to use. The parking lot was practically abandoned though and Serena knew that even if she screamed at the top of her lungs, no one would hear her. "I will never go to Beryl!" The demon laughed and Serena knew that she was screwed. In her haste to leave, she had forgotten to check to see if any demons had been scoping the area out.

"Wanna bet?" The demon challenged and Serena readied herself and then quickly began blocking the assault of punches that the demon began to throw. She had to get out of here and soon!

"Hey!" A voice shouted and instantly both Serena and the demon froze. "Pick on someone your own size!"

"Dean?" Serena mumbled, blinking as if to check to make sure she wasn't dreaming this.

"Sam, go!" Dean commanded and Serena was soon covered in water along with the demon. The demon cried out in pain and collapsed to the floor. The water seemed to be frying her much like oil in a pan and Serena looked away because it seemed almost as if the demon's skin was melting as a cloud of steam rose up. Sam securely wrapped an arm around Serena and guided her away from the demon and over towards his brother.

"What the—?" The demon rose up and her eyes flashed blood red.

"Now, that wasn't very nice," The demon hissed. "Queen Beryl will be pleased to hear about your friends, Princess. Until we meet again." She mockingly cursed before fading away, leaving both Sam and Dean stunned.

"What the hell?" Dean hissed and Sam shook his head. He had never seen a demon do that before. Serena let a shaky breath out before facing her two unlikely rescuers.

"You came back." Serena stated, unsure whether to be grateful at the moment or insanely angry because now they were being targeted by Beryl as well.

"Yeah." Dean mumbled, his gaze still resting on where the demon had, for lack of a better word, vanished.

"You alright?" Sam asked her, concern lacing his tone. Immediately, Dean's gaze swept over her, almost protectively and Serena blushed slightly as both brothers inspected her for injuries.

"I'm fine," Serena brushed off their concern. "You stopped her before she could do any real damage."

A pause passed as all three parties seemed to try and figure out what to say next. It was clear to Serena that the boys were going to want an explanation and it also seemed pretty clear that they were on her side. Besides, the demon was going to report the boys to Beryl, which meant that they couldn't have already been working for her, right?

"We'd better get moving." Serena stated as she sighed. There was no point in avoiding it, she had gotten Sam and Dean involved in her mess.

"Where to?" Sam asked and Serena smiled as she realized that Sam had already accepted her into their small group.

"Anywhere but here," Serena answered. "I'll explain everything on the way." Dean held her gaze for a few moments before nodding and getting into the Impala. As Serena got into the back seat of the Impala, she wondered if the boys would even believe what she was about to tell them.

"Ready?" Dean questioned as he started the engine.

"As I'll ever be." Serena replied.

The trio then drove off.

Author's Note: I think I may end up pairing Serena with Dean, but I'm not sure yet. How was this chapter? Did you enjoy it? Please leave a review! I enjoy getting feedback on my writing! See you next time!