Chapter One

The day I met Sam and Dean Winchester was the day that changed my life. One would think that the day a week ago, when my parents had been brutally murdered by "an animal", would have been that day, but for me it was the day when I met the two hunters that would save my life and the lives of many more people I was close to; the two boys that confirmed what I had thought."An animal" the cops had said. "An animal" my family had said. "An animal" my neighbor said.

Me? I knew I had known different.

They'd showed up at my door early on a Saturday. Monday I'd have to go back to school and pretend that my drunk uncle was taking care of me. When the social worker came, he'd been crashing at the house for the funeral and I payed him to act like he was taking care of me and moving in. Hah.

But I let them in, the two brothers I woulds soon find out, surprised that cops were comign to investigate after they'd already closed the case. I tried to stay polite and not as cold as I had been to mostly everyone else lately. I was supposed to be moving on. The funeral was three days ago. It had been a week.

"Hello. My uncle went to grab some groceries, and he won't be back until later this evening. Can I get you two anything to drink?" I let them seat themselves and brought the blonde one, Dean, some Dr. Pepper as he had wished. I stared at them for a second, and realized that something seemed to be a little off.

First of all, I'd never seen a cop with the same haircut as the Sam guy. None of them, at least from around there, kept it that shaggy. Second, cops never accepted drinks. Especially soda. Thirdly, they hadn't even pulled up in a cop car. They were in a black Impala, and although it was shiny and it looked well taken care of, it wasn't the kind of thing cops drove. I hated how I knew all this, but it did come to help me in the long run.

"So," I asked, keeping my normally gravelly voice high, honestly trying to convince them that I was doing just fine. "What else could there be to investigate. It was an animal," I couldn't help but put a disbelieving tone on the word, "Correct?"

"Well, we just have a few of your comments we need to discuss."

I accidentally let the word "Shoot." slip. I didn't take it back.

"When giving your report, you said that you didn't think what attacked your family was an animal. One time, you referred to it as 'her'. Can we have some clarification on that?"

The other guy, Dean, leaned in, "Be completely truthful. We want to know exactly what you saw."

My eyes flashed from Sam to Dean in less than two seconds. Why try with these guys, too? They all probably thought I was crazy. But I didn't even recognize them from the small congregation of cops in the small town I lived in. Something deep down told me to trust them, even though I didn't want to.

"It wasn't an animal. I mean... I don't know. It had the face and stature of a woman, but thick, golden hair like a lion's mane."

"Anything else?" they both said in unison.

"It was really weird, and maybe I was hallucinating, but it could speak, too."

"What did it say?"

"I have plans for you." The words flowed out of my mouth so easily, so smoothly, it even came as a great surprise to me. The two cops, or whatever they were, looked at each other with alarmed eyes then back to me. A moment of awkward silence followed. I decided to break it.

"Are you two really cops? I mean, I'm sorry if you are, but I don't recognize you from around here and... can I see your badges again?"

Their pupils went back to a normal size and they pulled their badges out and flashed them to me.

"No, guys. I mean literally see them." I then reached out my hand, and they became uneasy. I grabbed Sam's and ran my finger over the actual badge first, and that was when I felt it. That wasn't metal, it was plastic! I threw it back to him and stood up, pulling the knife out of my boot that I'd kept on since that night. "Get out. Now."

They stood up, putting their hands in the air and backing up, almost to a point where it was humorous. "We're, um, really sorry for this misunderstanding." Dean flashed me a crooked smile and I made a fake lunge a little closer to him. Crooked smiles annoyed me.

"We'll be going now. Thank you for your time." Sam then grabbed Dean and pulled him out of the house, leaving me to stand and listen for the sound of the Impala revving up and speeding down the dirt road that led to my house. I didn't think I'd ever see them again. Boy, was I wrong.