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Summary: Elena Winchester was sent to another dimension during a hunt.(takes place after season 5 of supernatural). She finds herself in Gotham City and realizes that monsters can be found different forms. Brucexoc

Elena Winchester portrayed by Lena Headey

Chapter 1

So, going on a hunt on your own- bad idea and going on said hunt while an emotional wreck is even worse.

I'm not usually a girl that breaks the rules but after the whole Lucifer and brother being trapped in the cage with two over powered and pissed off arc angels had me feeling more than a little down. So, going on a hunt to kill some werewolf terrorizing Georgia wasn't one of my most excellent choices.

So, here I am, fallen into another dimension because of a witch who held bitterness for ganking her Beast. Who would of thought bestiality was still a thing?- I blame Twilight franchise. What is true love? -a joke- right? I mean look at my brothers. They are never able to hold on a relationship because love isn't enough.

To be fair anything dealing with supernatural tended to make a disaster of any relationship when they come after the people you love but on the other hand it tended to mostly apply to their family. I had met hunters who lived till their ripe ages before passing.

Winchester's don't get that luxury.

Why you ask?

It's because Heaven had plans for us.

Destiny? Fate? Hopes? Dreams? Love?

It didn't matter in the end because our lives were planned.

It was unjust...

So, a month goes by and I try to find my way back home, taking on a few supernatural hunts one town to the next. Supernatural lore wasn't so different.

I meet Jon Constantine a month later and he had confirmed my fears. I was unable to get back to my own dimension because I need some angel to hitchhike on and well I knew none which will ever consider helping me.

It took a month of denial even pleading to some angels, another month of shock and unanswered prayers and then another to get over denial mixed with depression and anger before I had come to accept that I may never see Dean or Bobby again.

Those weren't my best few months.

I went back to drinking, hunting and meaningless sex before Constantine had enough of my shit and told me to 'bugger' off for almost screwing up and exorcism.

I was mortified.

I really screwed up and almost got someone killed.

I needed to sober up and get my shit together.

-but I couldn't forget.

I couldn't forget my dad, the apocalypse, Dean or that my little brother was rotting in hell...

I decide cut ties with all supernatural. I wouldn't be reminded of my family, Bobby and the people I lost. I had to move on. I needed to move on. Well that's what I told myself.

So, here I am 2 and half years later out of the police academy. Deciding that I should leave the supernatural to Constantine and attempt a semblance of a normal life.

I'm in Gotham City, place were crime rate is at all time high. The constant danger- gave me that familiar rush to the days which count downed the apocalypse, unfortunately this time I didn't have the companionship of my brothers, Bobby or Castiel. I had once considered to leave the city. Perhaps find some place safer and more secure but it was that one day that changed my mind.

It was a cloudy day and it looked like it was going to start to rain. I was planning on finishing up early and head back to the station when I heard a scream.

"STOP!" was the screeching voice that made me freeze and run toward the direction of the shout.

As I turned down an alley way, a woman was trying get away from two men holding up her skirt and forcing a knife to her neck. I found my body moving to action. My mind went black and body was shaking with rage bottled down deep inside.

The two men had not noticed me and the woman was thrashing too much to even see me. I crept up behind them and instantly disarmed the man with a knife twisting his arm and kicking his head hard enough to knock him out. I then turned to other man who had begun to pull out his gun but I was faster and shot the man on both his legs.

He dropped down a scream of pain ripped through his throat. I approached him and picked up the gun he had dropped and placed it on the garbage can after checking the other man for weapons.

I kicked him again

and again

and again

It was the third kick that made my gain control of her body. Breathing heavily and trying to gain back control of my emotions

I then pulled out my phone and informed the station.

I turned to the woman who was in shock next. She was still shaking her eyes fixed on the blood of the man cursing on the floor.

"You okay?" I asked a little uncertain. I rarely spoke with victims offering words of comfort or being affectionate to another made me uncomfortable. Usually Dean and I left Sam with the messy work of damage control when civilians get involved.

That didn't mean I didn't at least try to comfort another but I feel I sound rather awkward and inattentive in my ears.

The woman had black hair and brown eyes. She wore a dress suit and looked like a office worker. "Tha-Thank you!" she cried out flinging her arms around me. My body stiffened. I was going to push her away but she choked out sobs murmuring constant gratitude. I sighed and stood there eyes on the two men down as I hear the police sirens approaching in the distant.

The woman was escorted to the ambulance while I gave my statement to Gordon.

"Good job Winchester," congratulated Gordon.

"Thanks Chief," I smiled feeling too tired to make any conversation. I think he noticed.

"I'm going to talk to Stephens. I can give a lift home, you look like you need a break," he said.

Gordon has been one of my favorite people in the force. He had found out I had no family and was basically someone with no history, he was suspicious at first but he accepted me eventually. I felt guilty to desert him.

I was playing with the idea of leaving Gotham and heading to Central at the time.

I made my way to the sit on the bench when the woman I had saved called me from the ambulance.

"Thank you again," she said her eyes slightly red. "No problem, I'm just doing my job," I assured her.

"My name's Mary Grayson," she introduced her and I winced involuntarily. She had the same name as my mother.

"Elena Winchester," I said.

"I-" she began to say but a voice interrupted with a loud yell. "MOM!" shouted a kid and he ran and hugged her.

"Richard, I'm alright," the woman assured her son.

When I looked at him- I recalled Sam having similar eyes. I smiled, my first real one for the night as his mother introduced us and he thanked me for saving her. He seemed like 10years old. This woman was so close to being killed tonight and this child motherless. A warmth erupted in my chest. I was happy I made a difference. I saved this family from grief

"Take care of your mum kid," I said before leaving.

It was the day I had gained the confidence to move forward in my life. I was going to become a detective. I didn't want any kid to lose their parents like I had lost mine.

I can do this

I can do this

That's what I kept telling myself.

End of chapter

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