Hellooooooo Supernatural fans! ^-^ It's me, here to invade your world too. I know, I suck, and people are very upset with me for my lack of update… It's not my fault! Those evil, demonic, fluffy little plot bunnies… They won't leave me alone! So I HAD to call Sam and Dean in on the case, who else would I call! ;)

Anyway, so this story is going to be a little different… You'll see why.

Warnings: Bad language, violence, spoilers for any episode seasons 1-7, etc.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, Sam, Dean, or any of the other wonders of the show, nor am I making any money off this story. Otherwise I would not be the broke student clamoring for money before starting freshman year…

This story will follow canon with drastic changes, starting at the end of Tall Tales. Just cause I can ;)

"So… That fight you guys had outside…" The resident Trickster began, a mix of confusion and amusement lighting up in his eyes. "That was a trick?"

Dean smirked in satisfaction, pulling out his own weapon. The wooden stake, his brother and uncles' timing, the fake fight, it all came to perfect fruition. They had him. Easy…

Yeah, maybe too easy…

The thought quickly drifted out of his head with a nod of the Trickster's head.

"Hm. Not bad." He said, the gleam in his eye certainly not helping Dean's growing sense of dread. "You want to see a real trick?"

Suddenly, the roar of a chainsaw cut through the music as a masked psychopath appeared out of nowhere, right behind Sam. Without even thinking, Sam quickly reacted, throwing himself to the side and out of the way, landing on his back with a grunt. Dean took the moment of distraction as his chance to strike, positioning the stake above his head, until a soft hand with sharp nails clung to his wrist.

Sam was having his own trouble, the mysterious chainsaw-wielding freak-of-the-week coming after him with every move. He seemed fixated on tearing him into as many pieces as possible. As Sam ducked to avoid a swing, the wall collapsed and the force threw him to the ground, and he knew no more.

Dean wasn't having that much luck either, somehow ending up in a fight with the girl of his dreams. Oh, Destiny would be so cruel, or a stupid Trickster laughing it up as he flew through the air, landing painfully on the edge of the bed by the blonde.

Bobby had seen enough, deciding it was his turn to join the fun. He charged the chainsaw weirdo, ready to defend Sam, who had been knocked out by his nasty fall. Unfortunately for Bobby, he seemed to forget that all he had was the stake in his hand as he raised it to defend himself from the saw turned against him. To his utter disappointment and fear, the saw buzzed right through his weapon, leaving a pale Bobby to quickly figure something else out. He took a split second too long, as he was thrown back into the wall, stunned by the impact.

Meanwhile, Dean was getting dazed himself, constantly being pushed and shoved with every punch. To be honest, he had some very different ideas in mind when he dreamed of being between two girls as hot as these…

Damn, we are in some trouble… He thought briefly, listening to the cheers and laughter from the "audience". He briefly glanced over at Sam, panic coursing through him at seeing his unmoving form. Bobby was blinking rapidly, clearly trying to blink away stars.

As he was picked back up, Dean suddenly caught a flash of movement in his peripheral vision by his current target. A punch to the jaw turned his head enough to see the chainsaw monster roar, and begin to fade away in a strange blue light.

What the Hell? He thought. Turning to his sexy captors, he was relieved (and let's be honest, slightly disappointed), to see them fade in the same light. Confused, he glanced at Bobby, who seemed to be snapping out of it, then to Sam, still on the ground but stirring slightly. Finally, his gaze rested on the Trickster, whose eyes were wide and panicked. Gasping and choking, unfocused on anything but pain, one would wonder what could cause such an expression. A quick look to his chest showed the source of the evident shock on his face…

The pointed end of a wooden stake stuck out in the middle, coated in blood. Dean watched as the stake was pulled back out, and the body of a seemingly-harmless janitor slumped dead in the seat.

He froze, unsure of what to do next. His first instinct was to hug the holder of the stake, thanking them for saving their lives. His next was to drive the stake through their heart. You know, just in case.

Dean heard his brother moan in pain. He turned his head to see Sam sitting up, rubbing the side of his head in a futile effort to numb out some of the pain. He watched as Sam looked up to the body of the villain, then to Dean with a smile of satisfaction. Dean pressed a finger to his lips, shaking his head. Sam frowned, receiving the message. His eyes begged the silent question, and Dean shrugged in response, slowly edging toward the lifeless body.

"Who's there?" He asked tentatively, jumping off the stage and stepping slowly. Sam stood up and moved beside his brother, ready to provide any needed back up. Bobby slowly stood by the wall, waiting for the next move.

Out of the row of seats behind the body stepped a figure, hands raised and head down.

"Please, relax." She said. "I'm not going to hurt you; I just saved your asses."

All three boys looked quizzically at each other as they inspected the girl in front of them. She stood at a whole 5'3", with dark blonde hair tied back off her neck in a loose bun. Her outfit consisted of tight dark jeans that clung to her shapely legs, a white top, and a loose black jacket. Her black leather boots were flat and knee-high, with what looked to the boys like the hilt of a knife barely sticking out. Her face was currently focused to the ground, her position screaming "surrender". But of course, no one was going to take any chances. Dean pulled his stake in front of him, ready to fight if the need came.

"Sorry, sweetheart. I'm sure you understand why I don't believe you." He said, staring her down. The strange girl chuckled.

"Of course. You'd be stupid to just up and believe me." She stated, in a matter-of-fact manner. Snapping her head up, all three men nearly choked at the face that stared back. This girl couldn't have been older than 18, her tan face smooth with a small zit near her chin. Her eyes were captivating, a deep brown with green in the center, flecks of gold melting in with the rest. Her hair fell in her face in small strands, her lips curled into a shy smile. "But I'm willing to take every test it takes to show you, I'm just a human hunter who's been after this damn fool all week!" She laughed a little at the end, inclining her head to the body beside her.

Sam and Dean turned and looked at each other, their eyes sending the messages they just couldn't say out loud.

Is she trustworthy? Should we take her back to the room, give her the tests?

Well, she did kill the Trickster…

And she really did save our asses…

With a sigh, Dean lowered the stake. Sam instantly pulled a small flask out of his jacket, unscrewing the top and slowly handing it over. The girl smiled, taking it.

"Holy water?" She asked, slightly amused. Sam said nothing. She shrugged, raising the flask then tipping it to her lips, gulping down a few sips. When she finished, she wiped her lips and raised an eyebrow, silently checking for the brothers' approval. Sam looked at Dean, both boys turning to Bobby, who slowly nodded his head. Dean lowered his weapon to his side. Sam cleared his throat.

"So…" He began, looking curiously at her. She smiled shyly, putting her hands back to her sides. "Who are you, anyway? I mean, thanks for helping us out and all, but…"

"Oh, sorry! Totally forgot." She held a hand out to the group. "My name's Kate. I'm a hunter, like you guys. I've been undercover as a freshman here for a week now looking for this douchebag. Then I saw you guys arguing outside, and figured you must be hunters too. I came in when I heard the fighting start, figured you guys might need a hand…" She blushed at the incredulous look Dean was giving her. Sam noticed and smiled.

"Hi Kate, I'm Sam." He said gently, taking her hand and shaking it. "This is my brother, Dean, and our… uncle… Bobby." Dean and Bobby each nodded in turn.

"Nice to meet you." Kate replied. Bobby smiled.

"Pleasure." He said, shaking her hand. He then sternly eyed the auditorium. "Now, can we please get out of here before someone finds the body?"

All of the other hunters nodded, everyone filing quietly and swiftly out.

The outside air was cool and refreshing compared to the stifling air during the fight. Sam was relieved to feel the aching of his head dull a lot as it cleared in the night. He looked over at Dean, quickly observing his brother to ensure that nothing had gone wrong, and that he really was uninjured. He took full strides, no hunches, no limp, no swaying, no tight lines at his eyes from pain, and Sam sighed in relief. Bobby was his next target for scrutiny, checking out in his standards too. No wincing, no strong old man limp, nothing.

As the four hunters approached the Impala, he chanced looking over at the girl… Kate, that was her name. She looked alright, taking full confident yet graceful strides away from the building. She seemed to bounce with every step, as if she were dancing. The reality of her seemed to suddenly hit him.

"Kate, can I ask you something?" He said quietly. She looked up at him, her molten eyes seeming to look directly into his soul. She nodded.

"Yeah, I guess so. What's up?" She replied. He looked her over curiously.

"How old are you?" He asked. She smiled.

"I'm turning 18 this year!" She said proudly. He started, his heart giving a strange pang at the thought of her really being so young.

"Who else do you hunt with? Your family?" He almost instantly regretted asking as pain found its way into those hypnotizing eyes. She searched him, as if evaluating if she could trust him. She must have decided so.

"No, I hunt alone." She answered casually. She turned her head, as if in shame, unable to look into his face anymore. His heart lurched.

17 years old, and hunting alone?! Who are you?

The question would have to wait, the Impala called them from where she was parked outside.

"Well, I suppose this is good-bye then." Kate said, clearing her throat. "It was nice to meet you guys!" She smiled, turning to the boys towering over her. Bobby nodded, smiling at her.

"You too. Nice shot with that stake, by the way." He said. She blushed, beaming at the praise.

"It was nothing. You guys provided a pretty good distraction." She teased, winking at the boys. Dean scoffed.

"Yeah, yeah. Maybe we'll see you around?" He asked. Kate nodded.

"I hope so!" She said enthusiastically. Sam watched the whole exchange, a sense of unease overtaking him.

"Hold on a second." He said. She stopped and looked at him curiously. "Where are you staying? We could at least give you a lift home." She scratched at the back of her neck and smiled.

"Oh, no. That's ok. I'm uh- well, let's just say I'm not staying far from here." Sam nodded, noting her tight smile and awkward position. Something didn't seem right. What, he wasn't sure, but he knew there was something there…

"Well, ok then. Nice meetin' ya darlin." Bobby said,

The realization hit Sam, and suddenly he had a crazy idea.

"Uh, Dean? Can I talk to you for a second?" He said inclining his head away from the group. Dean raised an eyebrow from his position around the drivers' seat.

"Uh, can it wait Sam? We're kinda in the middle of escaping a murder scene if you hadn't noticed…"

"Yeah, I- I know, just- This is important man." He gestured his brother over, trying to convey just how important this was. Finally, Dean sighed and shut the door of his baby, eyeing his brother. Bobby rolled his eyes in the backseat.

"Alright, what's wrong Sammy?" He asked, trying and failing to keep the annoyance out of his voice. Sam sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Dean, I- I think we should ask Kate to stay with us. At the motel. At least for tonight…"

"What? Sam, are you out of your mind? We don't even know her; you want her to stay with us?" Dean looked about ready to blow steam out of his ears as he stared in wonder at his little brother. Sam raised his hands in an innocent gesture.

"Look, I know it seems ridiculous-"

"Seems?" Dean interrupted. "Sam, it IS ridiculous. Get your head on straight man! Aren't you supposed to be the smart one, College Boy?" Sam gritted his teeth.

"Dean, she's 17." He argued. Dean shrugged.

"Yeah, so?" Sam sighed.

"You were at least 20 before you even went on one simple hunt completely on your own." He pointed out.

"Yeah, well who says she's on her own? Her family must be waiting for her some-"

"I don't think she has a family, man." He said, sadness lacing his words. Dean stopped, looking oddly at his brother, at a loss for words for a moment.

"Come on dude." He said gruffly, slight amusement to his voice. "I mean, just 'cause she was on THIS hunt alone doesn't mean we can make assumptions like that…"

"I'm not making assumptions, Dean. I asked her." He paused, remembering the look in her eyes when he mentioned it, the guilt of the pain in her eyes overwhelming him for a moment. Dean looked at him for a second as he got lost in his thoughts.

Dean, on his end, didn't know what to do. He remembered his first hunt, a simple salt and burn mission his father had picked up. Given that assignment, he was so nervous. He never would have told anyone that or shown it, but he was scared. There was an unbelievable sense of accomplishment on his end when he finished, proud to call up his father and tell him of his success. That was the highlight of that hunt, hearing the pride in his father's voice telling him what a good job he did. He felt his heart give a jolt at the thought of his father. He couldn't live without him, didn't know what he'd have done without his father as a kid. Sure, he took care of Sammy while his father went hunting, but he never would have survived without the knowledge that his dad was a phone call away…

Sam watched his brother's inner debate, wishing then that he could read minds instead of see the future.

"Dean, imagine if that had been me." Dean winced immediately. He hated sending his little brother on missions alone as a teenager, even when he called all the time. Sending him out on his own with no family to back him up? He shuddered at the thought and sighed.

"Alright, alright. I get it. You're a frickin' bleeding heart." He teased, smirking a little. Sam rolled his eyes.

"Come on man, at least until we find out where she needs to go." He argued. "Not even you can leave a little girl on her own. Especially not one who just saved our lives." Dean rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah ok. Just take it easy, you're going to KILL my reputation talking like that!" He relented. Sam's eyes brightened.

"Great, I'll go talk to her." He said. Without another word, Sam jogged off, leaving Dean to his thoughts.

Damn kid and his freaking puppy dog eyes and guilt trips…

Shaking his head, Dean returned to the Impala's driver side door, sliding in and pulling it to the side of the building while Sam talked with Kate, taking great care not to let him out of his sight with the stranger.

"Kate! Hey, hold on!" Sam called out as he departed his brother, jogging to the short girl on the sidewalk. She turned around and greeted him with a smile.

"What's up Sam? Everything ok?" She asked, concerned. Sam smiled back.

"Oh, yeah, no worries." He assured her. "We were just wondering if you needed a place to stay, you know, you're more than welcome to come with us to our motel. We'd kind of like to de-brief this whole hunt, you know? And seeing as how you're the one who ganked the thing-"

"I'm sorry, I what?" She giggled, raising an eyebrow. Sam chuckled, scratching the back of his head.

"Sorry, 'ganked' means 'killed whatever it is we were hunting at the time'." He explained. She nodded in understanding. "So… what do you say?"

Kate hesitated, her mind reeling with possibilities. She could lie, and tell the brothers that someone was waiting for her return, just in case she really couldn't trust them. But then again…

Looking into Sam's deep brown eyes, her heart melted. The gold flecks in his irises literally sparkled in the dim streetlight, and she instantly knew that he meant her no harm. Besides, a warm bed and safe environment would be a welcome change. She smiled at the sweet man in front of her, nodding slowly.

"Thank you, that's incredibly kind of you. I wouldn't want to impose on you and your brother though…" Sam hurriedly shook his head.

"No! No, don't worry. You saved our lives, it's the least we could do." Kate smiled excitedly.

"Well, if you're sure, let me just grab my stuff, and I'll meet you at the car?" She suggested. Sam smiled and nodded.

"Sure thing. Do you need any help?" He offered.

:Oh, no. I'll be fine, thanks. Be right there!" She smiled assuringly. Sam turned and headed back to the impala. She watched him go. Once satisfied that he couldn't see her, she rushed to the park across the street to her bag lying deep in the bush she'd been sleeping behind, rolling up her blanket and stuffing it into her duffel and tossing it over her shoulder. Turning in the spot, she carefully dusted some salt and silver filings, careful to ensure no creatures would be able to follow her trail. Satisfied, she walked to the waiting car to take her to the first real place she'd stayed in a very long time.

Little did she know, a pair of sharp green eyes watched her every move through a rear view mirror curiously, shocked at the previous hiding place of the little hunter his brother had apparently made fast friends with.

Who are you?

Yeah, I know. Not my best chappy. But I always have struggled with beginnings. This one was tough, but I have the plot planned out and am already working on the second chapter This one was freaking 7 pages! And 3,318 words!

Anyway, review if you like, I appreciate it lots.

And yes, I am Kate.