I DON'T OWN THE PLOT OR ANY SUPERNATURAL CHARACTERS. ONLY MY CHARACTER AND HER LIFE STORY.

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4x01
Part One

Unexpected events can you set you back or set you up. Its all a matter of perspective. ~Mary Anne Radmacher

Dedicated to MamiKG

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The wind blew through Nadia's hair as she drove down the lonely road of Pontiac, Illinois. The sun was shining, and the air was humid. It bothered Nadia that the day she happens to come upon a case where she has to find an unmarked grave, the earth decided it was going to be blazing hot.

Despite hating the heat, being more of a fall girl, this case was not going to be solved itself. So, she had to put her emotions inside, and do what she does best.

Nadia looked over at the map in the passenger seat and picked it up, to trace her path. Four more miles and she would arrive at the outskirt of the forest.

Four miles later, she parked her pickup on the side of the road. She turned off the engine and hopped out of the car. The Sun shined on her beautiful dark skin that was exposed from her tight white tank top.

Pulling her straight hair into a ponytail, she walked to the trunk of the pickup. After putting her hair up, she grabbed the duffel in the trunk. Pulling out her shotgun, she cocked it and started her journey into the forest.

Helping get rid of a venegal spirit was one of the most annoying things she hated to do. Not because of the work but because the person that's getting haunted usually deserves it.

Who kills someone and buries their body in the forest two states away?

Someone who deserves to be hunted, that's who.

Beads of sweat slid down the side of Nadia's head as sticks and leaves crunched under her sneakers.

The unmarked grave was gonna be a few feet away from a deserted campsite. It would be right below a tree that has a cross carved into it.

Nadia kept walking until a ripped up tent came into view through the trees. She picked up her pace, arriving at the campsite that was definitely deserted.

The camp was completely trashed with no sign of life in sight. The only thing she could even hear was the wildlife around her.

She gripped on to her shotgun, before turning away. A few feet across from her stood the tree with a cross carved into the bark.

"Bingo." She muttered, walking over to it.

She went to her knees, sliding her bag off of her shoulder. After unzipping it, she pulled out a shovel, salt, gasoline and slid the matches into her pocket.

Nadia stood to her feet, going to work as she began to dig up the grave.

It took about an hour in a half until Nadia hit the jackpot. She panted in exhaustion, now standing deep in the grave. Tossing the shovel above her, she then removed the rest of the dirt with her hands, revealing the bones of the vengeful spirit.

With the strength she had left, she pulled herself out of the grave, standing to her feet. She then drenched the corpse in salt and gasoline.

"Well," Nadia pulled the matches out of her pocket. "It's been fun."

Just before she could light the match, the female spirit appeared, a stab wound right in her chest. Before Nadia could grab her shotgun, the spirit flung Nadia right into a tree, causing her to fall on her stomach.

She groaned in pain, her back aching from the impact of the tree.

Having trouble getting to her feet, Nadia looked up to see the woman eyeing her evilly as she walked straight toward her.

Barely a few feet away were the matches that fell out of Nadia's hand.

Just as Nadia was about to make her move, what sounded like an airplane caught both her and the spirit's attention. They looked up to see what wasn't an airplane at all but a white light glide across the sky.

A huge boom was heard afterward, causing the ground to shake. Using the distraction, Nadia quickly ran over and grabbed the box of matches.

As she lit the stick, she slid over to the grave, tossing the match inside. Right before her eyes, the woman screamed in agony until she dispersed.

Nadia stared up at the sky, standing to her feet in confusion.

"What the hell was that?" She asked out loud.

She noticed smoke in the air, through the trees going south of the forest. Curiosity getting her better judgement, she packed up all her things. Instead of holding her shotgun, she held her gold Beretta 92 FS.

With her weapon drawn, Nadia followed the direction of the smoke.

She had walked so far, in the distance she could see herself coming to a field.

The closer she got, the more curious she became. If it was an airplane that crashed she would smell a fire but she didn't. She didn't smell anything, all she saw was smoke.

Reaching the edge of the forest, her gaze instantly went to the middle of the grassy plain, where what looked like from her point of view, fallen trees.

Nadia trudged over, her jaw dropping. There was a wooden cross right in the middle of the dead trees. It looked like a blast went off, which explains the ground shaking.

"What is this?" She dropped her duffle bag to the ground.

Nadia made her way to the cross, walking over the trees.

She stood over the cross, wondering who the hell was obviously buried here but the real question was, why?

Suddenly a hand bursts out of the dirt, causing Nadia to aim her gun, letting out a frightened yell.

Her heart pounded in fear, despite not having the guts to actually pull the trigger...yet.

Another hand erupted from under the dirt, and out came a head next.

The person groaned and gasped, as they climbed out.

Nadia tilted her head, confused and very shocked. Even with the dirt covering his face and hair, she knew who it was.

"Dean Winchester?" She instantly went to her knees as he crawled out.

He laid on his back panting as he looked up at her. He tried to find words to talk but he was so exhausted.

Nadia stared into his confused green eyes, just as bewildered as he was.

He's suppose to be dead.

Dean coughed, before gulping, his voice hoarse, "Nadia?"

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Nadia couldn't stop glancing over at Dean who was sitting beside her in the pickup truck. She, like everyone else, had heard that Dean Winchester got torn to shreds by hellhounds. Yet here he was, sitting right beside her, looking very good for someone who was in hell.

The Winchester was currently staring out the window, his flannel in his lap and the fresh air blowing through the windows cooling him down from how hot it was.

Dean who was in his own thoughts, yet thinking the same thing as her, looked over.

"How long has it been?" He asked, his voice still hoarse.

"Four months, since I last heard you went under. It's September." She informed him.

"September." He repeated, a look of surprise on his face.

"Dean how the hell are you here?" Nadia asked bluntly.

He was too calm for her liking.

"I don't know," Dean answered, honestly.

Silence fell back over the two, the atmosphere full of bewilderment.

Dean cleared his throat. "How did you find my. . .grave?"

"I was in the woods."

"By yourself?" He raised his eyebrows at her.

"Yeah." She slightly frowned. "I was finishing a case. Guy killed his wife and buried her two states away in the woods. Right after I got flung into a tree, something white flew past the sky and then landed right where you were buried."

"Were you able to burn the bones?"

"Yes, Dad." She scoffed. "I've been hunting since I was thirteen, you know I can handle myself right?"

He smirked, putting his hands up in surrender as he looked away. "Fair enough."

She shook her head, smiling.

"A gas station." Dean noticed a store in sight. "Pull over."

He was in desperate need of water and food. Nadia pulled over into the gas station, that was completely empty. Not one person was in sight.

Both of them got out of the car, approaching the door.

"Hello?" Nadia put her hands on the window, looking inside.

With no reply, she backed up as Dean rolled his flannel over his right hand before breaking the glass window on the door.

He sticks his hand through the window, opening the door with a twist of the knob. They entered the store and the Winchester made a beeline towards the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water and chugging it.

"Better?" Nadia asked him.

He nodded, crunching up the empty bottle. "Much."

He noticed a bathroom and took off toward it. Dean went inside, leaving Nadia to look at her options in the snack aisles.

Turning on the sink, Dean washed his face with some water, then looks up and stares at his reflection.

Frowning, he stands up straight and pulls the sleeve of his black shirt up to expose his chest.

He stared at his unblemished, unscarred chest, that he vividly remembers being torn up from the hellhounds. Dean turned his left shoulder to the mirror and pulls up the sleeve to reveal a large, raw handprint.

His eyebrows furrowed in astonishment, more questions just hitting him.

"You okay in there?" Nadia's voice filled his ears.

"Y-yeah." He pulled his shirt back down.

Dean slid on his flannel before leaving the bathroom to see Nadia sucking on a lollipop as she walked around the store, filling a plastic bag with snacks.

She hummed completely in our own world. Dean smirked in thought. He wasn't one for believing in fate or anything but he definitely thought it was crazy that out of all people, she was the one who found him. Nadia happened to be a reoccurring thought in his mind before he went to the pit.

Pushing his thoughts to the side, he grabbed his own plastic bag and began pulling snacks and energy bars from the shelves, along with several bottles of water.

Stopping in front of a magazine stand, his lips slowly formed into a grin. On the stand is an Adult Magazine that read: Busty Asian Beauties

Dean looks up to make sure Nadia couldn't see him. Seeing as she wasn't even around, he assumed she went to the bathroom.

Just before he could pick it up, Nadia scared him, creeping up behind him.

"Yeah, I see you." She chuckled.

"Well, you know." He blushed in embarrassment.

She shrugged and patted his shoulder, "I don't judge."

His eyebrows raised as he watched her walk away. The magazines instantly went out of mind, and he followed Nadia over to the counter where the register was.

"Can you open it?" She asked him, after taking her lollipop out of her mouth. Dean nodded, putting his bag down.

He hit a single button on the register, snapping his fingers in satisfaction when it pops open.

As he's looting the cash, the TV to their left flicks on, showing only static. Nadia reaches over, shutting it off, only to have a radio to their right turn on to white noise.

The two look at one another, both having a clue on what is happening. Nadia put down her bag and the two went to the shelf, grabbing cartons of salt.

Together they begin to pour the salt along the windowsills.

A high-pitched single tone began to ring in Dean's ear and he clutched his left ear in pain as he continued to pour salt with his right hand.

Hearing his groaning, Nadia looked over at him. "Dean? Dean, what's wrong?"

Dean was in so much pain he couldn't even answer. Nadia dropped the salt and quickly walked over to the Winchester who had dropped the salt and was clutching both his ears.

"Dean?" She held his arms in worry and confusion.

Suddenly glass began to shatter around the store.

Dean pulled Nadia to the floor, hovering over her as the glass windows and ceilings shattered.

The high pitched noise came to a halt, and Dean panted looking down at Nadia who was panting as well.

"What the hell was that?" She asked.

Dean got up slowly, coming to his feet. "You didn't hear that?"

He held his hand out and Nadia took it, coming to her feet. "Hear what? The windows breaking?"

They looked around at the shattered windows in caution.

What was that noise and why was Dean the only one who could hear it?

"Let's get out of here," Nadia said freaked out.

Dean agreed, following her over to the counter. They grabbed their snacks, Dean shoved the money into his pocket and they left out of the store.

"Can I use your phone?" He asked her.

She pulled it out, looking at the screen. "No signal. There's a payphone though." She pointed to a booth across from them.

"I'm gonna make a call." He walked toward the booth.

Knowing he was probably going to call his brother, Nadia waited by the hood of her car.

A minute later, Dean came back over from the booth.

"What happened?" Nadia asked.

"Well my brother didn't answer, says his phone is off. I called Bobby but he didn't believe it was me."

"Of course." Nadia nodded knowingly. "So I guess we're going to Bobby's."

"We?" Dean raised his eyebrows.

"Unless you want to hotwire a car and go by yourself." She placed her hand on her hip.

Dean smiled. "I wouldn't."

"Want to go alone or find a car?" She asked as they dispersed to their sides of her pickup.

"Both." He made her grin as they hopped into the truck.

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Actually really glad I'm redoing everything because these chapters need mad editing and I can use gifs like I started doing in the second book. Now that I'm putting this back up, I'm glad I get a chance to edit and maybe even change some things.