A/n: So I kinda had this idea for awhile now. Thought it might be cool to try something different. I'm more of a Sam girl, but I thought I might give Dean a try. Here's another story. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. Just my OC.
Chapter 1: Paige Fitzgerald
"What, was there an article in the Demon Hunter's Quarterly that I missed?" Dean asked.
"Sure is," I said, walking down the stairs with my notebook under my arm and a drink in the other. I smiled brightly at him. "Well, hi there. Ellen, these the Winchester boys you keep telling me about?"
"Sure is, sweetie. This one's Dean and that tall lengthy man is Sam," Ellen said. "Boys, this is Paige Fitzgerald and she actually does write for us hunters. Stays here every now and then to get the scoop of a hunter's world."
"Oh great. You've got to be kidding me," Dean chuckled with a shake of his head. "Do you…go out on hunts?"
"Sometimes," I said. "I do gotta write and all."
"It's how she makes her bread and butter," Ellen said.
"And what do your folks think about this? I mean you can't be more than…"
"I'm twenty-three actually. I know, I look young. My parents died in a house fire," I said.
"Oh. Sorry."
"I was just three years old. It was a long time ago. Been living with the Harvelle's ever since," I said.
Sam gave me a funny look and I regarded him for a moment. What? Did I have something on my face? I bit my lower lip and pulled a strand of hair behind my ear.
"Who are you? How do you know about all of this?" Dean asked.
"Hey, I just run a saloon. But hunters have been known to pass through now and again. Including your dad a long time ago. John was like family once."
"Oh yeah? How come he never mentioned you before?"
"You'd have to ask him that.," Ellen replied.
"So why exactly do we need your help?"
"Hey, don't do me any favors. Look, if you don't want my help, fine. Don't let the door smack your ass on the way out. But John wouldn't have sent you if... He didn't send you. He's all right, isn't he?" Ellen asked.
I glanced between the two brothers who shared a solemn look.
"No. No, he isn't. It was the demon, we think. It, um, it just got him before he got it, I guess."
My heart went out to them.
"I'm so sorry."
"It's okay. We're all right." Dean said.
"Really? I know how close you and your dad were."
"Really, lady, I'm fine." Dean said this time on edge.
"So look, if you can help, we could use all the help we can get."
"Well, we can't. But Ash will." Ellen offered.
"Who's Ash?" Sam asked. I grinned at him.
"Ash!"
Ash woke up, startled, nearly falling off of the pool table. "What? It closin' time?"
Sam glanced behind him. "That's Ash?"
Jo nodded. "Mm-hmm. He's a genius."
Sam and Ash are now sitting at the bar with a brown folder. Dean and I stood behind them. Jo was pouring glasses of water.
"You've gotta be kidding me, this guy's no genius. He's a Lynyrd Skynyrd roadie." Dean said.
Ash grinned. "I like you."
"Thanks."
"Just give him a chance. "
Dean opened up the folder. "All right. This stuff's about a year's worth of our dad's work, so uh, let's see what you make of it."
"Come on. This crap ain't real. There ain't nobody can track a demon like this," Ash said.
"Our dad could," Sam said.
"There are non-parametrics, statistical overviews, prospects and correlations, I mean.. damn! They're signs. Omens. Uh, if you can track 'em, you can track this demon. You know, like crop failures, electrical storms... You ever been struck by lightening? It ain't fun," Ash said.
"Can you track it or not?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, with this, I think so. But it's gonna take time, uh, give me... fifty one hours." Ash said.
"Hey, man?" Dean asked.
"Yeah?"
"I, uh, I dig the haircut."
"All business up front, party in the back." Dean glanced at Jo who walked by him. He checked her out and I rolled my eyes. Typical Jo. She would flirt with him too. I just smirked and sat down at beside Sam curiously.
"Hey, Ellen, what is that?" Ellen asked.
"It's a police scanner. We keep tabs on things, we..." Ellen began.
"No, no, no, no, the, um, the folder," Sam said.
"Uh, I was gonna give this to a friend of mine. But take a look, if you want."
She placed the folder in front of him with some newspaper clippings.
COUPLE MURDERED
CHILD LEFT ALIVE
MEDFORD, WISC.
"Child left alive?" I asked, shaking my memory as that had happened to me.
"Is that what happened with you?" Sam asked. I bit my lip. More or less. I was never sure why I was left alive and my parents were just dead.
"Dean, come here, check this out," Sam said after going over it.
"Yeah,"
"A few murders, not far from here, that Ellen caught wind of. Looks to me like there might be a hunt."
"Yeah. So?" Dean asked.
"So, I told her we'd check it out." Sam said.
"And I'm coming with," I beamed brightly.
"Oh no. No, no, no. Not negotiable. We barely know you. I don't even know if you can shoot," Dean said.
I pulled out my knife from my boots and twirled it in my hands, before I quickly stabbed right between his two fingers. He blinked at me. Sam was a bit impressed too.
"You may as well take her sweetie, she's a sharp shooter too," Ellen smirked at Dean.
He grumbled and I smiled brightly. This was going to be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
~*SPN*~
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