"It's the friggin' Apocalypse." Sam repeated.

I couldn't help but blink a few times, hoping it would clear my thoughts. "Okay, Sam." I spoke barely above a whisper. "it would explain a few things..." I mumbled, then realizing what the demons said must also be true.

"It turns out I'm Lucifer's vessel, and Deans Micheal's." He said something I hoped I didn't quite catch, "Annabell? You there?"

"Yeah I'm here. So... Lucifer's vessel?"

"I know." He sighed through the phone, "Look, I gotta go. My brothers back."

"Take care of yourself. And... Dean." I huffed out.

"I will. Bye."

"Bye." I spoke into the dial tone.

I had been gettin' ready to take care of a small vamp nest when he called. I knew something big had been going on for a while, ever since that so called explosion over in Maryland. And old convent was leveled. Which, according to Sam, was Lucifer being let out of his cage.

The thing that upset me most about what was going on was that Sam broke the final seal. He was used, and the worst part about it was that he didn't even know until it was too late.

But I had to put that behind me, focus on what was going to happen. Focus on the hunt and not worry about Sam. He'd be fine, he has his brother.

While I have my trusty machete, tools and my 2006 Grand Cherokee. That was nifty with its secret compartments, filled with various types of weapons and things for the job.

I waited another hour before heading out to the nest, making it around midday. It would be easier if I got the drop on them. A lot easier, seeing as though there were about five of them. Well, four now, I took one out getting the info I needed.

That being the location and number in here. Here being an old, abandoned warehouse just outside of town. You think with what they they are they's at least try to be classy.

But no, they have to choose the run down places and be like the town drunk in sunlight. Which is why it's best to take em on during the day time. If you got into the light it didn't hurt them. But they did get some nasty sunburn. So, it discouraged them. But it didn't stop them completely, just hurt like a bitch.

I carried a syringe filled with dead mans blood just in case I needed it. It was always good to have when facing them. It acted like a tranquilizer in a way. Made them weak, human weak.

That's another thing about vampires. They're strong, have incredible hearing and smell. But if they were sleeping they usually didn't notice you.

Chances were, there was a victim or two being kept alive for food. For 'cattle'. I just hoped the ones they did take were alive.

I stopped by the gate, hopping out and taking the machete with me, not bothering to sheathe it just in case one was waiting just inside the building.

The windows were boarded up and I couldn't make out any sound coming from within. The door wasn't locked, it didn't even have a proper handle on it. Just a chain looping through where the handle would have once been. I avoided that and used a finger on the hole itself to pry the door open slowly.

I looked in, assessing where they were. One was sound asleep, facing the door. Another was across the other side of the warehouse, also sleeping. The other two I could barely make out, they were obscured by a wall not far from the first I spotted.

I couldn't tell if the people were in here, but by the smell I guessed they were. It smelt like dried blood, mixed with urine. How could they live with the stench.

They weren't even concerned with their 'friend' going missing.

I managed to get in without a hitch. Making my way over to the closest one first and decapitating it. It was harder to do than the ol' stake to the heart like the movies say. But met me tell you, I was not going to go around staking vampires and waiting for them to die. It was not going to work, nor would i push them into sunlight to watch them sparkle. That just didn't happen in real were like leeches, only they killed their victims and were human sized death machines.

The next to go was the other one by itself. If I took the two out that were near each other now I knew there'd be hell to pay.

Now that that one was taken care of, I turned around. But something was off. They'd moved. I heard something crunch behind me, turning sharply I see one of them about to tackle me.

I barely manage to register whats going on before telling myself to move, and I do move.

Away from it while scanning the area, finding the other bout to hit me. I duck and bring the machete up and strike. Managing to decapitate it.

Only now, I found myself on the ground. It was choking me, the only one left was choking me. Most hunters weren't stupid enough to take on a nest by themselves. Especially when they were as inexperienced as I am.

But that was me, being risky all the time. I only had one friend in the world at the moment. He was the only one who knew what I done. I couldn't reach the syring with the blood.

My only chance was the machete that was lost as I fell. I used one hand to try pry the bony fingers from my neck, the other was reaching out to the blade.

I could feel the cool handle brush along my finger tips. Blotches were starting to cloud my vision, I didn't have long. With one final struggle to wiggle my way over, just a little, did I manage to get the blade. And with all the strength left in that arm I brought the blade crashing into it's neck. It only made it half way through, but it was enough to shock the thing.

It staggered backwards, I had the blade in my hand and struggled after it. I managed to cut the remainder of the way through it's neck with the next swing.

My feet struggled to stay even as I stood, staggering to a nearby column for support. Deep breaths I reminded myself. I needed to get the oxygen flow back before I got rid of the vamps.

I noticed a slight stinging sensation coming from my left hand as my breath returned. I looked to see that there was a fresh coating of blood on it, upon further inspection I found it to be a cut. Not a bite. I Just tore off a section of my under-shirt. Wrapping it tightly around my hand.

It was an hour or two until I had properly disposed of the Vampires. I'd also signed out of the motel when I left, I had no need to go back there.

Another half an hour later and an anonymous tip leading the cops to the warehouse later and I was already in the next state.

Another few hours passes before I decided I should stop. It was getting on in the evening and I had had a long day. I found a motel, a rather shabby looking one. But it was what I was use to by now.

Booking a room with no questions asked about my hand was a bonus. I would need to change the bandage on it, and fix it up properly. Knowing I had done a rushed job before completely disposing of them in the woods.

I took a quick shower, getting the filth of the day off and hopping into a clean pair of my usual clothes. I took the first aid kit out of my bag and fixed my hand up. It required a few stitches, but I'd had worse.I put a small bandage on for good measure.

I put my coat on before heading out. Going to a nearby bar for dinner didn't sound like a bad idea. In fact I think it was the best idea I'd had all day.

When I got there the joint was packed, I scanned the crowed for any spare tables. Nothing, looks like... Wait.

Was that? I did a double take. Sam was at one of the tables. With some other guy that had short hair. It was probably his brother. What was his name again? Dean?

There was also a guy in a wheel chair. He had a trucker cap, jeans, red shirt with a flannel. Well, I haven't seen Sam in a while. May as well go say hi.

And I strode right over there, grinning like a maniac probably. Dean gave me a weird look, the older guy had a look I couldn't place and Sam didn't know what to think.

"Hey Sam, long time."

"Hey Ann. Yeah, since..." He seemed to be looking for the word.

"College?" I offered.

"Yeah." He nodded. He opened his mouth to continue but was interrupted.

"Am I the only one to notice the bruises round her neck?" A gruff voice asserted.

"What?!" I rushed out, instantly rubbing my neck with my left hand. Hurting both my hand and neck. Wincing. I had forgotten to check for bruises.

"Hands hurt too." The older guy chipped in, raising a brow.

Sam moved down a chair, opting for me to sit, "Sit, what happened."

I noticed Dean roll his eyes at his brother, and the other guy make some odd noise. But I took the seat, sitting next to the giant. "You need to stop with the steroids Sam."

Dean nearly spat out the beer that he'd been drinking. Trucker cap dude just laughed. While Sam just gave me a pointed look.

"Sorry." I mumbled before looking at the other two then back to Sam. He just nodded, "I don't even know how I managed to cut my hand, that happend from the time I was knocked over to the time I stood." I said, before realizing I was making no sense, "Uh... I was in this warehouse. Taking out a group of Vampires, took out the first few without a hitch then I get knocked down by the last one. It done this, "I motioned to my neck, "Then I killed it."

"How'd you kill it?" Dean asked sceptically.

"Do you really think this is the plac..." He just glared at me. "Decapitation."

"You forget ya manners ya Idjit?" The guy in the chair snapped, looking at Sam.

He just stiffened, "Right, this is Annabell Azalia. Annabell, this is Bobby and my brother, Dean."

The guy, Bobby, actually reminded me of someone. From when I was a kid, I took my book out in front of them.

"Every hunter have one of those?" Dean stated more than asked.

"Pretty much." Bobby answered. "What ya lookin' for?"

I ust flipped to the back page, looking at a card that someone had given me, that and two names. The first, John Winchester, the other was Bobby Singer. They were the ones that helped at the orphanage with the ghost. "Bobby Singer." I said calmly.

"Yeah, wait. How'd ya know... Give me that." He reached for the book which I then gave him. He looked at the page for a few seconds before showing Dean who had become interested in it. Bobby then looked to me, "You were that kid?"

"Am, that kid." I corrected. "From Harriet's Orphanage."

Chance, that was what they would call it. Others fate, destiny, it had many names, but what they would all come to agree on was one thing. They were brought together that day for a reason.

All four of them may not have met at that bar, if it weren't for one person. Someone who would pride themselves to say they knew that kid would make an excellent hunter. If only they weren't in that orphanage.

They also thought about adopting her a few times, only a voice had always stopped them. 'They deserve a normal life.' But something about her had always reminded him of someone he knew.

She reminded him of Mary. The mother of Sam and Dean. Who sat at that very table with her. Along with their uncle Bobby.

This person, of coarse, was John, the father of the two boys.

They spoke well into the night about how she had come to know Sam, of how she met John and Bobby on that fateful day. And of how that man had given her that tip.

A tip that changed her life forever. It was the tip that allowed her to get to the University. To meet Sam.

You may also call it chance that both partied booked rooms at the same motel. That they walked back and put their separate keys into separate locks. Each walking into their separate rooms.

One collapsing instantly onto the bed, finally getting her well deserved rest. While the other three had a short dispute over who would be sleeping on the small couch. This was ended by a text, from the neighbour.

'3 bullets.-A'

The sounds ceased immediately, Bobby took a bed, while the brothers took the other.

That was how the boys finally met the one and only Annabell Azalia. A hunter that would become family to them in the short time that they will come to know her in.

It would end with a...

"Damn it." Chuck said as he struggled, wondering of how to put the next words. Still thinking about what he should do next. What he should write next. It was hard to place words to things you recently found to be real.

When you found out you had an archangel on your shoulder.