Author's Note: Hello to all of my amazing followers, faves, and reviewers (etc). I present for you, a new bonus chapter! If you don't watch Supernatural, that's okay, I understand. I didn't either for a long time (full explanation on my profile). But I recently got into it. So I'm only on season 2. For all of you Supernatural fans that are on season 9, don't judge me (please) for my lack of knowledge. I really like it, I just haven't gotten too far into it.


"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The high-pitched scream woke Sam and Dean up at—they peeled their eyes open to look at the clock—2:30 AM. It was coming from the motel room directly above them. The cry was followed by a girl's voice pleading. "Clint! This isn't you! Please! It's me! Your cousin! It's Vi! It's—" The pleading was cut off by a choking sound. Sam turned and looked at Dean.

"Sounds like demonic possession," he remarked. "Wanna go check it out?"

Dean shrugged and rolled gracelessly out of bed, his hair so messy from sleep it was almost comical. He yanked some clothes on while Sam prepared their weapons.


Violet-Sky struggled, getting weaker and weaker as Clint's hold on her throat cut off all oxygen to her brain. She couldn't throw him off. His eyes were black, staring down at her. She couldn't tell the difference between white, iris, and pupil. It was all one solid color.

As fuzzy dots appeared in her vision and everything was ringed with blur, the door burst open, revealing two men. Both green-eyed, one taller than the other with dark longer brunette hair. The other had light brown hair, and was maybe three inches shorter. Wearing plaid and jeans. That was about all she saw before the shorter one threw Clint off her. "Sam! Get her out of here!" he shouted.

"Don't hurt him!" she protested.

"He's being possessed by a demon, 'hurt' is part of getting it out," the taller one said in her ear, wrapping an arm around her shoulders while the shorter one fought hand-to-hand to subdue him.

"Don't kill him!" she amended.

"Can't make any promises," the shorter one exclaimed, whacking Clint over the head with the butt of his gun, effectively knocking the archer out. The taller one—Sam—pulled her out of the kitchenette and into the adjoining bedroom. He sat her down on the bed that appeared to be hers—covered in more girly clothes with a tube of blood-red lipstick on the bedside table—and held her shaking form to his chest.

She was trying to be brave. Tristan had always told her to be brave. She just didn't realize it was so difficult when the only family she had left was "possessed by a demon."

"What's your name?" the one called Sam asked curiously, trying to calm her down.

"Violet-Sky. Violet-Sky Barton."

"That's a very pretty name," he remarked.

"Thank you. What's your name?"

"Sam. Sam… Winchester. And my older brother Dean is the one performing the exorcism."

Just the mention of the demonic possession of her cousin made her shake a little harder.

"Are you afraid?" Sam asked her. She nodded. "Don't be. Being afraid will leave you wide-open for being possessed by whatever is in your Clint."

"He's my guardian. My cousin. The only family I have."

"It's okay. Dean knows what he's doing. He probably won't kill your cousin, but it might hurt to get the demon out of him. Try and have courage."

"Trust me, I'm trying."

But Sam wasn't listening to her response. His eyes had fixed on the two bows sitting on the chair. "Archers?" he asked her. She followed his line of sight and smirked.

"Yeah. Have you ever heard of SHIELD?"

"I think Dean and I have impersonated agents from there once or twice," Sam answered thoughtfully. Clint shouted out something from the other room, followed by Dean saying something loudly in what sounded like another language. Violet-Sky sat up a little straighter, moving away from Sam's chest. The younger Winchester grabbed her arm firmly but not painfully to keep her from jumping up and running to her guardian.

"Yeah, well, Clint and I work for SHIELD. He's an Avenger. I'm an honorary."

"You're an honorary Avenger?" Sam inquired, sounding impressed. Violet-Sky nodded distractedly, listening to Clint groaning in pain. "How old are you?" The younger archer didn't even turn her head in favor of staring at the door to the kitchenette.

"Almost eighteen." The response was in the same distracted haze. Sam looked around the little room. She was calmed down and there was courage in her eyes—which under other circumstances he would have instantly noticed were a bright shade of purple—but he could feel her arm trembling under his hand. She was still afraid. He figured even the bravest of SHIELD agents would be after seeing the last of their family attack them and try to suffocate them to death, but she wasn't freaking out as bad as others he'd helped in the past had been.

"Little young to be an Avenger, don't you think?"

"Only honorary. I haven't earned enough 'stripes,' as Clint calls them, to be an official Avenger."

The sounds of Clint in pain from the other room halted abruptly. Violet-Sky tensed under Sam's hand. Dean opened the door, looking pleased with himself. "Just got a demon out of a SHIELD agent. My life is now complete," he remarked sarcastically. "He'll be unconscious for a couple minutes."

"Thank you," Violet-Sky said, her voice smaller than she'd like it to be. "Clint's… all I have left. I don't know what I'd do without him."

"It's no problem, it's what we do," Dean said. He stopped, looking at her neck. She narrowed her eyes, almost dangerously, as he crossed to her in one stride and put his finger under her chin. Gently he tilted her head up so she was looking at the ceiling. His other hand ran a finger down the side of her neck. Every fiber in her body was shouting at her to punch him right in the face. "There's quite a bit of bruising from where he tried to choke you."

Violet-Sky, realizing he was concerned for her, shrugged. "It's nothing. Doesn't hurt. I got shot a couple months ago. This doesn't bother me at all in comparison." She stood up and went over to her backpack where it was near the bathroom door.

"Wait. You got shot?" Sam asked incredulously while Dean went to examine the bows on the chair, looking impressed.

"SHIELD agent, remember?" she retorted jokingly. "Yeah, Clint's older brother kinda went nuts. That's what the New York Firestorm was all about. We fought him off. About a week before, he shot me. Here." She turned back to face them and pushed her pajama shirt up just enough that they could see the scar. "Just in case you don't believe me." Dean and Sam both raised their eyebrows.

"You mind if I test your combat skills?" Dean asked. "You're impressive."

"Dean…" Sam warned.

"It's no problem, Sam," Violet-Sky said. "It's honestly the least I could do after you saved Clint. I mean, before the Battle of New York his mind was taken over by Loki and that was before I'd ever even met him. Before I knew he was my cousin. Well, second cousin actually." She paused. "Well, it's the least I could do after this." She took a not-so-modest-sized roll of money out of her backpack and threw it to Sam. He caught it deftly and scrunched his eyebrows, looking borderline confused. "I imagine going after all this paranormal crap doesn't pay too well. Really, Clint would want you to have it too. It's the only way I can think to repay you for saving the last of my family."

Sam, Dean, and Violet-Sky managed to get Clint's unconscious form safely onto the other bed in the bedroom to make room for a quick sparring match between Violet-Sky and one of them. "I'm decent but Dean's the better fighter," Sam remarked.

"Yeah, but she's a girl," Dean pointed out. "With gorgeous eyes by the way. What'd you say your name was?"

"Violet-Sky. And thank you. But don't think that because I'm a girl you have to go easy on me," Violet-Sky snapped. "I've trained with master assassins, a super soldier, a Norse god, the Hulk, and freaking Iron Man. Along with SHIELD training, I think I could hold my own against you." Her purple eyes never left Dean's green ones, like she was challenging him. Sam looked between the two of them and opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off.

"Okay. I'll spar with you."

"Challenge accepted," Violet-Sky murmured to herself with a tiny grin, feeling just a little bit like an Internet meme.

Dean lashed out first, just like she thought he would. He was belligerent and threw off an impatient vibe. His fist went out, trying to hit her in the side. She blocked and shoved his momentum off, twisting out of the way. Ducking—being shorter than him by several inches was a great advantage for her—she swung her foot out and knocked both of his out from under him.

After springing back to his feet he attacked harder. He style was much more street-fight, American back-alley combat—if Violet-Sky was to be very stereotypical. She preferred a little more Eastern Martial Arts style, though if it came down to it, American back-alley wasn't too bad.

Sam watched as fists flew and bare feet—Violet-Sky's—and booted feet—Dean's—occasionally made contact. The brunette braid that was the young girl's was lashing between her shoulder blades and occasionally hitting her in the eye. She paid it no mind and hit Dean in the jaw with her elbow. He winced but other than that didn't look like he was in any pain at all. Violet-Sky guessed he'd been through a lot of fights then. Poor guy. If he worked for SHIELD, then fights came with the job. But hunting demons… as she ducked under a stupidly-deployed haymaker she had to feel slightly sorry for him. Of course, she felt pleased with herself when she caught his wrist and judo-flipped him over her shoulder.

Violet-Sky was younger, lither, and faster. After a while, Dean was sweating and had a split lip. One of Violet-Sky's cheeks had opened and was bleeding, but she wasn't sweating yet. She twisted in a circle to build up some momentum for a good roundhouse kick—her braid smacking the older Winchester in the side—when she felt him grab her foot. She grunted in disappointment and twisted out of his grasp. He caught her arm and twisted it painfully behind her back. She moved to kick him when they were interrupted.

"Call it a draw?" Sam suggested, looking over his shoulder into the bedroom. "I think he's waking up." Violet-Sky ripped her arm out of his grip and hit him right where his neck met his shoulder, dropping him to the ground.

"Sorry Dean," she said, striding into the bedroom. "SHIELD agents aren't used to losing."

Sam snickered and followed her in.

Dean, grumbling about getting beaten by a girl ten years younger than him, came in the rear.

The Winchester brothers explained to the Bartons about demonic possession and what happened. Violet-Sky filled them in on what happened before they came in, and Clint completely agreed with her decision to pay them. Dean complimented them on their choice of bows while Sam put his head in his hand, looking like he thought it wasn't the time for that. Dean also reluctantly complimented Violet-Sky's combat abilities. "I haven't ever—"

"—had your backside handed to you by a little girl?" Clint interrupted.

"Well, no. Not really," Sam put in while Dean narrowed his eyes dangerously. Violet-Sky gave him a cheeky grin that almost instantly irked him. One of his eyebrows rose up a little higher than the other, but Violet-Sky's grin remained the same.

"What I was going to say, was I haven't ever had a fight like that with a girl so small," Dean finished, sounding annoyed.

"Don't judge a girl's fighting prowess by her size," Clint said. "She's beaten me quite a few times in the past couple months and I've been fighting at least twenty years longer than she has."

"Yeah, but I think you and Dean should spar sometime. Because that was the best fight I've had since Tristan's training," Violet-Sky remarked to her cousin. She leaned over to the bedside table between the beds and picked up one of those hotel notepads and a purple pen.

"Are you just purple-themed?" Dean asked sarcastically.

"It goes with the name and the eyes," she retorted nonchalantly. "I'll tell you what, you ever want a decent hand-to-hand fight, give us a call." She scribbled something and tore the top paper off the notepad, holding it out to them. There were two numbers in purple ink. The top one said Violet-Sky Barton. The second said Clint Barton. Sam took the paper, ripped the bottom half off, and wrote down two more phone numbers as he spoke.

"These… are subject to change… but… give us a call… if you need our help. Anything outside of your usual realm of perception. Ghosts, demons, anything you can't kill with your… bows," he said, passing her back the bottom half of the paper. Violet-Sky took it, folded it up, and put it in her pajama pants' pocket.

"Thank you," she said. "I guess we shouldn't keep you here any longer. We're just keeping you awake." The Winchester brothers smiled, nodded, and Violet-Sky walked them out. "Still can't thank you enough. Call if you ever need anything. Our numbers don't change very often."

"We will," Sam promised while Dean scoffed. Violet-Sky raised one eyebrow at him but said nothing. "And you call if you ever find your apartment haunted or something."

"I will. Promise. If you ever find yourself in New York City, you can come stay with us."

"We will. Promise. And if you ever see our car—" He pointed to the Impala out in the parking lot, "—don't be afraid to flag us down for a chat." Violet-Sky grinned with a vow that she wouldn't be afraid.

On a whim, and deciding it couldn't hurt, she gave both brothers a hug. Sam patted her on the back while Dean just stood there like a rock. "Goodbye Winchester brothers. Have fun wherever it is you're going. I wish you the best of luck. And thank you again." They waved to her and went trotting down the stairs. Violet-Sky smiled and went back into the motel room.

"I hope we never see those boys again," Clint remarked.

"Why not? They were nice enough."

"Because a), that means there's probably some demon we don't know how to defeat in the area, and b), if they spend one more second in the same room with you—"

"Clint, don't start that again," Violet-Sky interrupted. "Every guy I ever meet isn't going to fall madly in love with me. You know that as well as I do you stubborn old goat." She sat down on her bed and put the Winchesters' phone numbers in her phone contacts. Snagging Clint's phone from the bedside table, she did the same for him. "And don't delete these out of spite," she warned. "You might find one day you need them."

Clint didn't seem to hear her warning. "Who are you calling an old goat?" he demanded.


End Note: Hope you enjoyed! I had a ball writing it, so I hope you guys liked reading it. Sorry if you don't watch SPN and it's a little confusing. But I'm even sorrier if you do watch SPN and it's confusing. I did my best, so please don't hate me for trying!

To "callieandjack": Yeah... probably. I love TRON: Legacy. I highly advise you to make an attempt at some point in the future. Its soundtrack is the only electronic music I really like. To "percyjacksonfantothecore": I picked TRON because at the time, I was going through a little stint where all I watched was TRON (and Legacy) and all I listened to was the soundtrack. Also, TRON and TRON: Legacy are classics and I love them. That's why. To "acompletenerd": Thank you for enjoying it. I enjoy Clint's protectiveness too. I'm glad you approve of my side story.

Thanks one and all for reading!

~Cass