Takes place shortly before episode fifteen of season one. I own Tala Galtero and my friend owns Jennah Bailey. Original Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke. This is only the beginning of a series. "Because It's Not Me" is only the first story, there will probably be over four others, in a series.

The Girl with Red Eyes

Ch. 1 Part 3

"Step back!" Kilmister said before he rammed the door.

It came open with hardly any resistance. I was about to go in but Lars stopped me and motioned for me to stay behind him. He lead the way in, his gun pointed in the general direction, and covered the first two rooms. We came to a hallway and stopped. Lars watched ahead while Kilmister checked the rooms around us. Once he was done we continued down the hall to the only open door. Kilmister peaked in and then motioned for Lars to go. He walked in with me close behind him. Jennah lay on the floor with her arms over her face. I pushed past the guys and fell to my knees next to her. I did a quick once to see if she had any wounds but she didn't.

"Jen...?" I slowly moved her arms away and found that she was silently crying.

I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and she cried into my shoulder.

"We've got to get out of her, it's not safe." Kilmister eyed the hallway.

I nodded and allowed Jennah to lean on me as we walked back towards the front door. Jennah and I were between Kilmister and Lars, Kilmister leading the way. Kilmister managed to get outside before the door slammed shut behind him. Lars jumped forward and tried to open it but the door nob just jiggled in his hand.

"Dean!" Kilmister yelled through the door.

I frowned when I realized they had been calling each other by different names then what was on their badges.

"It's okay Sam!" Dean yelled back. "We'll try getting out another way!"

The door shook a little as Sam slammed into it. Dean just shook his head and then looked at us. "Is there a back door?"

I nodded my head and pointed to the kitchen. He leaned down, pulled up his pant leg a little to reveal a second gun. He placed it in my hand and folded my fingers around it.

"It's got iron bullets in it and it'll keep Olivia away. If you see her, you shoot." He said in a dead serious tone. "I need you to cover my back."

I nodded my head, looking at the gun and then to Jennah. Dean lead the way to the kitchen. He yanked on the back door but it wouldn't budge. He hit the frame in frustration.

"Okay. Back to the front, we'll break a window." he walked quickly back to the front of the house.

He tucked his gun into the back of his pants, took a look at me to make sure I still had mine out, and began to pick up a small coffee table. But suddenly he was flying through the air, smashed into the wall, and staid there just above the floor. Olivia appeared in front of us and started to advance towards us.

"Hey, you son of a bitch! Look at me!" Dean yelled breathlessly.

Her eyes shifted to him and while she wasn't looking, I raised the gun and shot at her. When the bullet hit her, she disappeared in a cloud of smoke. Dean fell to the floor loudly. He groaned as he got up and look at me.

"Thank you." this time he picked up a chair and without hesitation, threw it at the window.

It crashed through and sent in a flood of cold air. Sam appeared at the window as I helped Jennah through. He picked her up and carried her to the Impala. I handed my gun to Dean as I climbed out. ONce out, I reached back in and grabbed a hold of his leather jacket as he climbed through. We ran over to Jen and Sam. The back door to the Impala was open and Jennah sat on the seat with her legs out the door. She was shivering so Sam gave her his jacket.

"Come on, we'll keep you safe until we can take care of this." Dean went to close the door but I stopped him.

"Jennah and I will ride in my pickup and follow you." I said helping her up.

"That's not a good idea. We don't know how far Olivia can go. YOu shouldn't be left alone." Sam expressed his concern.

"Well I'm driving my pickup and Jennah's not leaving my side." I looked at Jen and saw that she had a distant look in her eyes.

"Dude, just ride with them. I'll lead the way back to her house," Dean pointed at me. "and then we'll set up a salt circle for safety."

Sam frowned but he nodded his head and followed me to my pickup. I opened the back door for him and opened the passenger door for Jennah. Before she climbed in, I grabbed her by the shoulders.

"Jen, look at me." she snapped out of her trance and stared at me. "Everything's gonna be okay."

She nodded her head, then got in. When I had started the engine, I followed Dean back out to my house. He parked near the front door and got out. I did the same and looked at Jennah. She seemed to be slightly better.

We followed Sam over to the Impala and watched as Dean opened the trunk. He lifted up a secret compartment latch and revealed a large collection of guns, knives, and various other items. Dean handed a duffel bag to Sam and then picked up a sawed off shotgun for himself. He gestured us to follow Sam who had already entered the house. Walking up the steps, I felt uneasy staring into the shadows of my own home. Sam was in the living room and had pored a ring of salt out around the couches and table.

"the salt keeps her from crossing. As long as you stay in this she wont be able to hurt you." Sam motioned for us to get inside the circle.

We did and took seats on one of the couches. Dean appeared from the kitchen carrying my gun from earlier.

"This yours?" he asked me, holding it out.

"Yeah.." I took it from him and looked down at it. "Not much use for it now..."

"Here." Dean reached into the duffel bag Sam carried in and handed me some bullets. "Iron."

I nodded my head and unloaded my clip so that I could put the new bullets in it. When I was done, Dean and Sam were sitting on the other couch looking at us.

"Okay, we need to ask you a few questions about Olivia-" Sam started.

"No. First, your real names are Sam and Dean?" they looked at each other uncertainly when I asked this but they nodded their heads. "And you're not really FBI, are you?"

Sam sighed. "No, but it's a cover so that we can get information while hunting things like Olivia. We're actually brothers who pretty much do this for a living."

"But there are worse things out there than Olivia." Dean muttered gravely.

Sam nodded his head, giving us a sad look.

"Okay.." I said quietly, looking at the floor. I could hardly believe there were things worse out there.

"Now, about Olivia. where was she buried?" Sam said getting back to business.

"Um, the old cemetery on the other side of town." Jennah mumbled.

Dean held up his hand, indicating us to stop. "Wait, didn't you say that there was another person still alive that she could go after?"

I thought a minute, then remembered the big headed jerk from earlier. "Yeah, Tray."

"Dammit." Dean growled.