Here is chapter two of our Supernatural adventure. This will contain spoilers for some of the first episodes of season 1. I'm starting right off the bat. Hope you all enjoy. This will be in Cara's point of view.
PS: I own nothing but my idea and OCs...unfortunately. Also, the idea of a 'demon cursed with a soul' was kind of a spin off of the whole 'vampire cursed with a soul' thing. That is the only idea that isn't mine and is rightfully Joss Whedon's.

Rocky Road

Waking up to a ringing cell phone is never a good thing. You want to hit the snooze button but there isn't one. I clumsily reached for my cell phone on my night stand, sleep skewing any kind of motor skills that would be easy when fully awake. I managed to grab my phone and open it without too much trouble. "Hello?"

"Is this Cara?" I shot up in bed and cleared my throat.

"Yes this is. Is this Dean?"

"Yeah. How did you know that?"

"Very few people have this number. I narrowed it down." I clumsily got out of bed, throwing on a pair of jeans with one hand while waiting for Dean's response.

"Oh. Well, um,-"

"Let me guess. You need help finding a demon."

"How did you-"

"You wouldn't be calling if you didn't need my help. Are you in the area?"

"What's your area?"

"St. Louis." There was a silence on the end of the phone and I smiled. "Judging by your silence, you must be close."

"Yeah, actually, we are. You have an address?"

"Sure do. Got a pen and paper?"

"Yeah. Go ahead." I rattled off my address, twice because Dean didn't seem to get it the first time. "We'll be there shortly." I didn't get a chance to end the conversation properly before Dean hung up. I rolled my eyes and decided to clean up a bit before the Winchesters arrived.

Dean's POV

"Ten bucks says this woman is a hundred years old."

"I could hear her on the phone. She didn't sound too old, Dean." We piled into the Impala and took off towards Cara's address.

"Don't go by what you hear on the phone, Sam. It's like a rule, man." Sam rolled his eyes and we continued to Cara's house. We pulled up to this normal looking two-story house and I shut the car off. "Ten bucks, dude."

"Whatever, Dean."

"Too chicken to make a bet?"

Sam groaned. "Fine. But I'm going to have twenty bucks in my pocket. Let's go." We walked up to the door and Same knocked. I mouthed 'old lady' and smirked. Sam rolled his eyes and turned his attention to the door opening. My jaw dropped and I heard Sam stifle his laughter. She was...gorgeous; and definitely not some hundred year old lady.

"Come on in, guys." We walked into Cara's house and it looked very...normal looking. It didn't look like Bobby's, with books and papers on demons strewn everywhere. It was neat and didn't give off the supernatural vibe. "Hungry?"

"Not me, thanks. What about you, Dean?" It didn't even register to me that Cara was talking. I was too busy committing everything about her appearance to memory. If she was like any of Dad's other contacts, we wouldn't see much of her and that was a shame. "Dean!"

"Huh, what?"

"Are you hungry, man?" Not for food, that's for sure.

"No, I'm set. I am a little thirsty though. Do you have anything to drink?"

"Sure do." Cara headed into her kitchen and I stared at her ass as she walked away; it was a thing of beauty. A slap to the back of my head brought me back to reality.

"Dude, knock it off. Oh, you owe me ten bucks by the way." I rolled my eyes and dug around in my pocket for ten bucks. I handed it to Sam, rolling my eyes at the smirk on his face. "Thank you."

"Here you go, guys." Cara came back with three beers and we all headed into her living room. "So, what are you guys working off of?" Cara looked at me but I was too busy staring to think of any legitimate answer.

"It isn't much, just someone being in two places at once and two lovers being killed in the exact same way." Cara took a swig of her beer and I found it hard to swallow.

"That isn't much at all but I can check to see what I can find for you. I'll only be a minute." I watched Cara get up off the couch and walk into another room...intently.

"Come on, Dean, stop checking out her ass."

"Is it my fault it's a work of art? No. I'm just admiring it as it should be admired."

"You're horrible." I went to say something else but Cara walked back into the room, successfully stopping any snappy comeback I had to throw at Sam.

"It wasn't much but I managed to figure out what you're dealing with." She took a big swig from her beer and looked up. "It's a shapeshifter."

"That narrows it down. There is shapeshifter lore everywhere." Cara gave me a smirk and I felt my jeans tighten.

"That may be the case but no matter how much lore there is, there is only one way to kill a shapeshifter."

"Silver bullet to the heart." Sam looked over at me with a small smirk on his face. I looked over at Cara and she winked at me, making me choke on my beer. Damn it, what the hell were we getting ourselves into with her?

-FIN-

That's it for this chapter. Sorry about the fizzly ending. I was a little depressed because my hockey team lost in OT. Next will be better and out soon. Hope ya'll enjoyed this one.