I guess I should introduce myself this time. HI I'm Amber author of 'One Thing We Have In Common' also known for getting a bit off track with my Fics. BUT I PLANED THIS ONE. Yay me and I spent ages making sure Ariel wasn't Mary Sue or a cliché Supernatural fan dropped into the show.

So This is Ariel's story and I'm warning you not she is not going to magically learn how to hunt kick ass and fall madly in love with Dean. This will be realistic though there will be romance.

Reviews are encouraged I live off of them. Please give me pointers.

Do you like Ariel? And the direction this is going in? Please Tell me. If you do I'll give you chocolate kisses. If you don't I'll base a character on you and have them running around naked and sleeping with Bobby.

You have been warned :D

Chapter 2

Only women bleed (for Pamela's pain)

Ariel didn't wake up until they reached Bobby's psychic friend's place. Bobby's (name of Bobby's car) already sat in the driveway. The sudden stop in motion was enough to jolt her awake and she sat up gasping. Let's just say it was a bit of a shock to be sitting in the very same car she had her dirtiest dreams about. Mmm she loved those dreams. Shit but they weren't supposed to come through true or be as twisted as this. She stepped out of the car wincing as her dead legs resisted the sudden movement.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Dean came up behind her as she headed towards the vaguely familiar house.

"There," she pointed to the house and looked back at Dean with a duh sort of look.

"Yea I don't think so you're waiting in the car," He said grabbing her arm and pulling her back.

"Hey, Hey," She whined struggling to pull free from his grip "All I want is a clean shirt,"

"Fine I'll personally ask for one, now get in," Dean ordered opening the door and motioning Ariel inside.

That didn't even deserve a smart ass comment. She just looked at him with one eyebrow raised as if to say are you freaking serious. No she wasn't going play dog waiting in the car. And if she did Pamela was going to have her eyes burnt out of her sockets. There was no way she would let that happen now she knew she could prevent it. "Get stuffed Dean," She rolled her eyes before turning and heading towards the house. Dean looked up at Sam waiting on the doorstep silently cursing him for refusing to leave her behind. Screw this he thought. The pissed hunter took a long stride and grabbed Ariel from behind. She could kick and scream all she wanted it wasn't doing any good against his blunt strength and he was at just the wrong angle for her to land any good hit on him without doing any serious damage. That sexy face was too... well sexy to damage. Ugh Jerk. After a slight struggle shoving her back into the car Dean slammed and locked the door shooting her a sly grin before heading into the house.

"Asshole," Ariel yelled kicking at the seat. Freaking Jerk god she didn't expect him to be so bloody annoying in person. Who was she kidding the only way she thought of him was tough sexy and most of the time naked. As she sat there a horrifying image flashed through her mind. Well it was more of a memory. Pamela's face lying in bobby's arms and crying that she couldn't see. Ariel felt like gagging when she realised that it was actually going to happen now. Nah screw this. She turned around to face the back window and braced her back against the front seat. Her fingers dug into the leather beneath her for support as she lifted her knees to her chest. With a deep breath she scrunched her eyes shut and thrust her legs forward with all her strength behind them. The window shattered but still needed a second kick to fully break. Once it was out of her way Ariel climbed over the back seat and slid through the gap. Damn it, stray pieces of glass sliced at her hands and stomach. It stung like a bitch and she swore as she rolled off the boot and hit hard gravel.

"I blame you for this Dean" she muttered a mean look twisting her features as she headed up the porch steps.

"I invoke conjure and command you, sorry castiel I don't scare easy," the words rung in Ariel's head as she crept through the house. Shit she felt her heart race. What if she's too late what if Pamela suffers anyway? The pressure was on.

"Stop!" she yelled running into the room. Every pair of eyes in the room met hers but the circle wasn't broken which meant he was still coming. Bloody hell. A million ideas ran through her mind in that second but she settled for the quickest. Lunging at Dean she ripped him from his seat the two of them landing on the ground. His face inches from hers. Wow he really was sexy when he was angry.

"Who the hell is she?" Bobby demanded rising from his seat.

"A pain in my ass," Dean muttered frowning down on her as Sam helped him up.

"You're welcome," She shot bitterly struggling to her feet. She had never met a more ungrateful bunch. A shocking thought finally hit her then. She shouldn't be meeting them. She shouldn't be here at all. A pain shot up her arms a harsh reminder...she should be dead.

"Ariel?" Sam peered at her staring off into space "What are you doing?"

"I-I don't know I shouldn't be speaking to you but I am...its nice though,"

"Why does she keep doing that," Dean groaned pulling up a chair. The room fell silent as everyone stared at the odd girl infornt of them. Everything was changing; even now she knew she was interfering with the supernatural world. But it was for the better right? Pamela wasn't in pain and it was one less thing for Dean to feel guilty about. Maybe she could help them. Yea that was wishful thinking.

"No Ariel I mean what are you doing in here," Sam repeated slowly as if she were a three year old. Or a retard.

"Oh Um yeah about that." How could she phrase this "If Pamela sees Castiel her eyes will sorta burn out," blunt but true. Ariel shrugged as if to punctuate the shocking comment.

Everyone's face seemed to go blank. "She's crazy," Pamela sighed motioning for everyone to join the circle again.

"No! I'm serious," Ariel cried desperately snatching Pamela's hand before it could touch Dean's shoulder "he's an angel the sight of him will burn your face off literally," Okay that was an exaggeration but desperate measures. Pamela stared at Ariel.

"Ariel seriously there is a line and I swear you are two seconds from crazy," Dean growled forcing her hand off of Pamela's.

"Do you want to take that chance?" Ariel asked her attention still focused on the startled woman. God please let her say no.

"Make a habit of picking up random crazy girls," The woman laughed turning towards Dean.

Damn it. Ariel clenched her fists in frustration. Fine there was only one thing left to do. "I know that you sleep with a knife under your pillow Dean. And that you don't think you deserved to be raised from the pit. I also know why. Sam Ruby. Shall I elaborate?"

"No," Sam shot up from his seat the fear in his eyes obvious as he glanced at his oblivious brother.

"How do you know that?" Dean insisted his own fear prominent for this stranger could know his darkest secret.

"To put it bluntly...where I come from you two and your life...is a TV show," Ariel patiently waited for someone to speak not so much to her surprise everyone was silent.

Of all the women we could pick up Sam had to choose the asylum escapee. Dean fumed as they thanked and farewelled Pamela. She could have been a stripper or a Vegas show girl, god even a hooker was better than crazy here. He watched as Ariel talked to Sam in a hushed whisper.

"I'm guessing she didn't make that up boy," Bobby's voice startled Dean from his spying.

"Damn it Bobby," He sighed grabbing his chest "I don't know who she is but yes she knows something. Too much something," The scowl returned to his face as he continued to watch the girl.

"Demon?" Bobby suggested.

"She would have tried something by now," Dean knew that much was true. Predictable sons of bitches.

"Well we'd better figure it out; there are still bigger problems to worry about. Like finding whatever pulled you from the pit,"

Dean nodded agreeing with the wise man completely.

Ariel groaned in frustration. They certainly held back on the cocky thick headed side of dean in the show. His stubborn side was spot on though.

"Look I told you, I went to bed and woke up in this twisted bloody dream," She insisted for the fifth time.

"It's not a dream Ariel," Sam sighed sipping at the beer he had been working on for the last hour.

"Well maybe I need a bit of time to actually register that little fact," She spat so frustrated it physically hurt. Her tired body flopped down on the hard motel mattress. Shit, every muscle froze as she looked at the hand resting literally an inch from her nose. Rough and strong with a light tan, Dean's, holy Jesus dean's hand the real Dean's hand within smelling distance. Ariel felt herself going faint from the fan girl moment overload. No it was a Dean over load.

"Are we supposed to buy this crap," And there he goes ruining the moment.

A fierce scowl crossed the now angry girls face. The expression didn't fit with her seemingly soft features and the truth was Ariel was usually quiet and kind but Dean brought something out in her.

"Yes actually because it's the truth," Well it was enough of the truth that they needed to know. She had left out a few technical errors like that fact that she had actually died and woken up here. But that was a conversation for another time. "Do I need to give you some more evidence?"

"No!" both brothers snapped equally quick.

Wow, look who's got secrets, drama. Ariel giggled to herself. "Look the way I see it I'm stuck here, and to be honest not that cut up about it, you could use me. I do know everything that happens in your lives for the next well my guess is year or so,"

Dean just stared at her before scrunching up his nose and heading to get another beer. "There is no way in hell you are staying," He snorted twisting the cap and taking a long swig.

"Yeah and where do you suggest I go genius,"

Neither of them had an answer to that "Exactly you're stuck with me. Now do I get one of those," She pointed to the beer in Dean's hands only to receive a patronising laugh as he shook his head. Jerk.

"Dean she has a point we could use her," Sam admitted despite himself. He had been on Dean's side with this at first but Ariel promised to keep quiet about Ruby for now and he couldn't deny what she could offer them.

"Great then its settled," Ariel grinned mainly because she could tell how much this pissed the hell out of Dean.

Okay so she was living, walking and breathing inside her faveroute TV show. It was better than the alternative and hell the view ain't bad. A smitten grin crossed Ariel's lips while she watched Sam lean down in his tight jeans to get her a bear. Sammy's got booty. Like she didn't already know but it was way better in person.

"Seriously," Dean faked a gag when he realised what she was staring at. Don't worry Dean you've been my faveroute since season 2 she thought to herself smothering a giggle.