JULY 31st

It was late. She should be in bed, but she was pouring over files that she had put together, of jobs that she had done. It was surprising how many jobs that she had done, just in the past few months, even if it was with the Winchesters, whether they knew she had been around, or not.

She grabbed a file folder that was off to her left, and opened it. Too often she went back to this folder, for whatever reason. She stared down at the picture that stared up at her. She sighed, took her glasses off, and rubbed her eyes. Maybe she should go to bed and look over the files in the morning. No, she needed to figure out why she kept coming back to Dean's file. Why was he so different from all of the others that she knew about. She had never been this...obsessed with any of the other hunters.

She was just about to get up and get a cup of coffee, when she heard it. Someone was on her property. She listened more carefully, and realized, with a frown, that it was them.

How the hell had they found her? They were smarter than she had given them credit for. That wouldn't happen again. She pulled the guns that were taped to the underside of the table and pointed them at the doorway that she knew they'd enter at.

She heard them pick the lock and head inside quietly. She smirked. They were in for a rude awakening if they thought that they were going to catch her off guard. She waited patiently for them to find her, and they soon did.

They froze when they saw her pointing two guns at them.

"You are tresspassing, and I won't be going to jail when I shoot you." She said, standing up, and looking at them more squarely.

"We are just here to get some answers Jessica." Sam said.

So, they didn't know her real name then. She laughed at them, and they looked worried.

She heard someone else coming up from behind her. So, they had brought a third hunter with them. That was probably smart, on their part, but it wasn't something that she was worried about, she could handle it.

Smoothly, she swung her left hand around to point the gun at the intruder.

"Stay right there old man, or I won't hesitate to shoot you where you stand, and trust me, my aim is dead on, I won't miss." She said.

The man froze in his tracks.

Surprise was written on all three of their faces. She smirked, they would be sorry the day that they tried trapping her like one of the things that they were hunting.

"Okay, get over there, next to them, slowly." She told the old man.

He did as he was told.

"We just want to talk. Why have you been following us?" Dean asked.

She laughed again.

"Me follow you? It was you that was following me. I couldn't get away from you. Now, put the guns down." She told them.

They didn't look like they were going to do it. Well, she would convince them to listen to her, for their health.

She moved her right hand just slightly to the right and shot the gun. The bullet flew past Dean and he ducked. All three moved back away from her.

"I told you to put the guns down. The next time I shoot at you, I promise that I won't miss." She told them.

They slowly did as they were told, holding their hands up in defeat. She needed to get away from them, and into the passageways that went through her house, and hide out until they were gone. Her eyes darted to the files that were on the table, and made a quick decision to leave the folders there. She had multiple copies, so it wasn't a big deal if she lost these copies.

"Why were you at the jobs that we were at? What were you doing?" Sam asked.

"It had nothing to do with you, at all, actually you two got in my way more times than I want to count. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to be going." She told them, pointing her right gun up at the ceiling.

She shot her crystal chandalier, and sparks, and glass showered over all of them. They ducked, covering themselves. She saw Dean look up at her. She smiled, waved, and turned to run away. She heard Dean yell something that sounded like "Cass!"

She didn't have time to think about what he was doing, she just ran through the living room, and into the library. She was about to open one of the main secret passageways in her house, but spun around, pointing both guns at the intruder behind her. He didn't look scared.

"Who are you?" She demanded.

"I am Castiel, an angel of the Lord." He told her.

She raised her eyebrows in surprise. Just then Dean, Sam, and the old man, Bobby, ran into the room. Damn it. Could she not catch a break? She pointed the guns at the three again.

"Don't move." She told them.

She slowly moved to the bookshelf. With her right hand she found the book she needed, as Castiel moved closer to her. She pulled the book she needed, and just as Castiel got to her, she spoke.

"See ya suckers!" She said right before she dropped through the trap door.

She landed in a crouch, and looked up at them, to find them looking down at her. Just then, the trap door shut again. She laughed, and quickly made her way down the passageway.

She entered through a door, shut it, then locked it. She went over to the desk, and set both of her guns on it. She sighed, as she felt the angel behind her, so she opened the drawer of the desk, and pulled out her best hunting knife, spun, and tried slashing him. He fought back.

For an angel, he could fight pretty well.

She could hear the other three on the other side of the door, trying to get in. Unfortunately, they were successful. They froze when they saw her fighting with Castiel. Apparently, they didn't think that she could fight all that well.

She was about to punch Castiel with all of her might, when he was gone. She looked around, then felt him behind her. She turned, but before she could touch him, he put his pointer and middle finger to her forehead.

Everything went black.