Zoey Crane was enjoying herself immensely.

Dean Winchester's expression was priceless.

She grinned. "What's wrong, love? Did I catch you by surprise?"

"Who the fuck are you?" he growled, struggling against the power holding him down.

She effortlessly kept him where he was. "I already told you. My name is Zoey Crane, and I'm here to help you. Terribly rude not to listen when a woman speaks, Dean."

He glared at her, those green eyes so similar to the ones she looked at in the mirror sparking anger. "Fuck you."

She tossed her head back and laughed. "All in good time, love. For now, we have an apocalypse to prevent."

Before she could continue, a pounding at the door interrupted her. "Dean?! Dean!? What the hell was that?"

Zoey stepped over to open the door. None other than Sam Winchester stood there, towering over her with almost a foot of height advantage. He was slimmer than his brother, but they were both wide and muscular and exuded a quiet strength.

But Zoey had never been intimidated by men who were bigger or stronger than her.

Zoey had never been intimidated by much.

"Sam!" She said happily, "Join us!"

Sam moved forward, his hazel eyes widening as he fought her power. "What the fuck?"

"Oh, good grief," she chided as she shut the door. "No need for profanity, nobody's gotten hurt."

Dean frowned. "You just threw me into a wall!"

She rolled her eyes and put Sam down next to his brother, both sitting against the wall. "I pulled it at the last second, you're fine."

Sam shook his head and stilled his struggles. "Wait. Hold on. Who the fuck are you?"

She smiled. "My name is Zoey Crane. I'm here to help with those pesky archangels."

Dean's eyebrows rose. "You know about-"

"Everyone knows about it, Dean," she said softly, her mood starting to sober a little. The archangels really weren't a joke. At least, they weren't a joke if you weren't Zoey Crane. "The whole supernatural world knows what happened in that little convent." At Sam's wince, "Not all of us blame you, though. Not those of us who know what happened."

Sam stared at her for another moment. "Who are you? Who are you really?"

She sighed and took a deep breath. You knew this was coming, Zoey, you can do this. "All right, Winchesters, I'm about to be more honest with you than I have been with a living being for a very, very long time, so buckle up." Another deep breathe. "My name is Zoey Crane. I'm one hundred and four years old, I'm the first Cambion to ever be born, and I'm here to help you defeat Lucifer and Michael."

xxxxx

Around a year earlier…

Zoey woke up in a cold sweat with strange power surging through her veins. With a gasp, she turned quickly, promptly falling off the bed and landing on the floor with a thump. She struggled to inhale, willing herself to calm down as the power thrumming in her blood made her want to stand and rip buildings down and tear the sky apart and scream across the world.

A soft mrow? brought her back to herself, at least a little. She cracked an eye open to look at her fat orange tabby cat, Murphy, who was looking at her with concern.

"S'okay, Murph," she slurred, the power making her lightheaded. "S'okay, I'll get up in a sec."

After what felt like a small eternity, but was probably only a few minutes, she felt steady enough to sit back up. She took deep breaths and tried to center herself. It was hard, but she got a handle on it after a while.

She got to her feet, still a little woozy, and carefully made her way to the bathroom. She left the light off and just stripped and stepped into the shower.

The hot water hitting her in the face centered her the rest of the way, and she held her breath for as long as possible to stay under the spray. Once she felt her lungs starting to ache, she turned away and gasped, the oxygen rushing to clear out the last of the cobwebs in her head.

She showered, then wrapped herself in a towel. She swiped across the foggy mirror to look at herself, still taking some shaky breaths.

She frowned at her reflection, taking in her green eyes and pink hair.

"What the hell?"

xxxxx

Silence met her declaration, and it made Zoey bitchy again. Bastards.

"Cat got your tongue, gentlemen?" she asked sweetly.

"But… But Jesse… Jesse Turner was the only Cambion alive," Sam protested weakly.

She arched an eyebrow at him. "The only Cambion the angels knew about, yes."

Dean scowled. "So why the hell didn't they know about you?"

"A Cambion's power keeps them hidden until they hit puberty," Zoey explained dryly. "And by that time, I had my power well under control. I had no need for a natural camouflage, I made my own."

Sam frowned. Zoey could almost see the wheels turning, and she let him think. It was rather a lot to absorb.

"How did we not know about you?" Sam asked, finally meeting her eyes.

Before she could answer, a third man appeared in the room. She took a moment to examine him, trench coat, dark hair, bright blue eyes. Castiel.

Those eyes widened when they saw her. "Cambion," he breathed.

Before he could move, she slammed him against the wall, too, next to Sam. "Angel," she said evenly. She smiled. "Castiel, I presume?"

"Who are you?" he asked, his deep voice gravelly and thick.

She smiled. "Zoey Crane, the original Cambion." She gave a sarcastic bow. "Pleased to meet you."

"How are you alive? How does heaven not know about you?" he growled, struggling against her power.

"Because she hid herself, Cass," Dean said shortly. "Get us out of here."

Zoey laughed. "He can't get you anywhere!" She sighed and smiled at them. "Honestly, gentlemen, I would be a bit nicer to me. I could wipe all of you out here and now." She let that sink in, watched three pairs of eyes widen in panic, and then released them. "But that's not what we're here for."

Dean stood first, slowly, his hands held up. "What exactly do you want?" he asked warily.

She sighed. "I told you. I'm here to help against the archangels."

Sam frowned. "Why?"

She stared at him. "Because they're going to destroy the world, Sammy." A whisper floated across her aura. "I would keep my hands off of that angel sword if I were you, Castiel," she said softly. "We both know you can't overpower me."

Sam was frowning. "It's Sam."

She tilted her head to the side. "Excuse me?"

"It's Sam. Only Dean calls me Sammy."

She thought on it for a moment, then nodded. "My apologies, Sam."

"Why would you want to save the world?" Dean asked, his brow furrowed.

She glared at them. "Because the three of you notwithstanding, I happen to rather like the world the way it is."

At their blank looks, she rolled her eyes. "Look," she said softly, "I'm not going to pretend that I'm here because it's 'the right thing.' I'm not. I'm here because a lot of people are going to die if I don't do this, and the rest of the people aren't going to make it much longer after that." She met each of their eyes, lingering on Dean's. "I can help," she said gently, trying to convince him. Something about him just screamed alpha, and it was pretty clear he was leading this pack. "I want to help. You can see how powerful I am, and it's just been growing since Lucifer has been out of his cage." She smiled. "I'll give you three some time to talk. See you in the morning?"

She blinked away, and when she opened her eyes, she was in her apartment again. She sighed and put her face in her hands, groaning a little.

What kind of stupid woman would willingly get mixed up with the Winchesters?

Oh, yes, the Winchesters' reputation preceded them. Through all of her travels, through everything she'd been through, the Winchesters were like a constant chatter on the supernatural grapevine. They were famous, for God's sake!

"So what are you doing with them?" she asked herself softly.

Mrow?

She looked over and smiled at Murphy, who hadn't moved at all when she had appeared in her apartment out of nowhere. Murphy was used to the way Zoey travelled.

She crouched and picked him up, cuddling him to her chest.

"And now, we wait, Murph."

xxxxx

Dean stared at the place that Zoey had been occupying, his brain still trying to catch up. "What the fuck?"

Sam ran a hand through his hair. "Do we believe her?"

Cass frowned. "She is a Cambion, an abomination. We can't trust her."

Sam shrugged. "I'm an abomination, too. And what choice do we have? It seems like we're pretty much at her mercy." He looked at Dean. "How did she catch you?"

"She, ah… Ambushed me. Outside." Dean did not need Sam knowing he had willingly brought a half demon woman into his bedroom.

Sam seemed to take it in stride. "Okay, well, what next?"

Dean thought about it as the two other men looked to him. He thought about a woman with obnoxious hair and bright green eyes that mirrored his own. He thought about her making sure to catch him a little before he hit the wall, and how she had done the same to Castiel and Sam when she had trapped them. He thought about her insisting that she wasn't a hero, but that she just had common sense.

Dean had always trusted his instincts. He was smart and fast, he was a warrior, and he had learned to recognize one of his own. And maybe her methods were different, and she seemed to have some deep inner peace that he didn't. But no matter what she said, Zoey Crane was a warrior.

"We wait until morning."

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Hi everyone! Here's my notes:

I own only Zoey Crane, the original character. I don't own Supernatural or the characters. (heartbroken)

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If there are any mistakes in continuity, canon, or geography, blame me.

**Let me know what you think! If you guys are intrigued, I'll keep it up. If you're not, I'll probably still write it, but you just won't read it. 3 Thank you for giving me yet another chance, beautiful readers.