Arthur Ketch~

The chilly night breeze carries your hair up from where it's resting as you wait for the boys to arrive. Your foot taps impatiently on the bords of the dock but the water below is calm. Slow ripples around the legs of the dock fanning out.

Sam and Dean are officially late. You look down to check the time on your phone, and groan in annoyance as you see it's thirty (30) minutes past your arranged meeting time.

Hearing the sound of car tires and a low purring engine close by, you quickly turn around and head off the dock just in time to see the infamous black chevy impala pull into the gravel parking lot next to the lake.

"You're late." Is the first thing that falls from your mouth as you near the men climbing out from the car. "And waiting is boring."

Dean snorts, and shakes his head in either amusement or annoyance. You genuinely can't tell which. "We brought food if that helps."

As you reach your friends, a third man steps out from the back of the car. Handcuffed and looking dead inside as he shuts his door, and Dean glares at him.

"Get back in before I shoot you."

The hostility in Dean's voice suprises you, and you shift awkwardly on your feet as you watch the man straighten and glance over to you.

"So this is the vampire you're tossing me to? Forgive me but she doesn't quite look how I had imagined. Although I will hand it to you, she's lived longer then any of your other female friends so far." His voice is smooth, and with an accent, and you feel an uncomfortable shiver run down your spine at the tone of his voice.

"Wait, wait wait. This is the, and I quote, 'asshole traitor' you needed me to hide?" You wrinkle your nose and take a moment to lock onto his scent to ensure you can keep track of him while he's out of sight, and your brow furrows in confusion. "He smells like tea, old paper and blood. Dude, your soap doesn't mask all of that blood by far."

Sam coughs, hiding his amusemment as he hands you a tranquilizer. "Yeah. Use this if he gets to be too much, and if you need help you know our numbers."

Your mouth stretches to an amused grin as you take the tranq and slip into an inside pocket on your jacket. "Can't I just knock him out with my fists?" You eye the decidedly british man, who scoffs, and your eyes narrow.

"You can try I guess, but with your luck, you're the one who would lose that fistfight. He's a-"

"-British men of letters. Yeah I got your text." With a shake of your head as you interrupt the flannel-clad older Winchester, you step forwards to motion towards Arthur Ketch. "If that's all, we should split now. I've got hunting to do this weekend and we have to go over rules for when I'm gone."

Benny Lafitte~

Your breathing is heavy, and shaky as you run. Your heart pounding in our chest as you wade through a shallow stream and finally start seeing lights from the town.

I'm so close

Growls sound beside you, and you hold back a scream as you hear their footsteps approaching, not wanting to give away your postition, although you know they can smell you.

The moment you look over your shoulder is the moment it all goes south, and you choke out a gasp as you trip over an exposed tree root. You hit the forest floor hardm cutting your palm on a rock as you try to catch yourself, and hear the laughter of the vampire brothers behind you as they catch up to you.

"You thought you could run? Hate to break it to you sweetheart, but no one ever gets away from us." The older brother grabs your arms, and a sharp toothed grin widens his mouth as he smells the blood on your hand. You struggle in his grasp, and scream as loudly as you can in hopes of someone hearing, but the younger brother clamps a hand over your mouth.

"I don't think so girly." The two work together to drag you back towards their cabin, and you struggle the whole way. You spit at them and curse out them and their entire family as you try to wrench yourself from their grasps, only to receive a sharp blow to the head.

When your eyes next open, you're back in the basement. Once tied down to a chair, but intead of rope this time, they used multiple zip ties paired with duct tape.

"Go to hell!" You yell out to the quiet cabin, and start struggling again. Your wrists burn from the friction, and your ankle burns from when you tripped earlier. Most likely being sprained. You strain against your bonds. Helplessness surging through you as you hear the vampire brothers interacting with someone upstairs.

But as you hear shouts and the sounds of a scuffle, your head perks up in hope. "Down here!" You start yelling. Doubling your efforts to escape as you hear soft thuds upstairs, and the basement door creaking open.

A tall man steps down into the basement, but as your eyes meet his, your heart stops. Another vampire. His fangs are still on display as he starts towards you with a machete, and you whimper as he reaches you. The worst possible outcomes flash before your eyes as he leans down to study your face, and you screw your eyes shut at his intense gaze.

"Are you Y/n L/n?" His voice is gentle, and you feel him breaking the zip ties. Your eyes shoot open in hope that maybe he wasn't a vampire, and your eyes were playng tricks on you when you saw fangs earlier. But as he frees you and backs away to let you stand, you see the familiar fangs sliding back into his gums, and you shiver in fear.

"Please don't kill me! I promise I won't fight." You take a wobbly step forwards, head down as your mind races with ways to escape. But your ankle gives out and you stumble.

"Easy doll. I'm not here to hurt ya." He catches you easily, and scoops your legs out from under you to lift you. He doesn't struggle at all as he carries you up the stairs, and you finally relax for the first time in weeks as you lean your head on his warm chest, and close your eyes.

Garth Fitzgerald~

"Excuse me? Who's in charge here?" The meek voice of the hunter draws your attention from where you're sitting in a corner. The scrawny, yet tall man is flanked by two other hunters, and you narrow your eyes as you follow their movements.

"Usually whoever yells the loudest kiddo. Otherwise, you're looking for L/n." Your partner motions towards you sitting in the corner, and you raise your knife to welcome them over.

"So how can I help you boys? Vampire or werewolf trouble?" You show a toothy grin as you fiddle with your silver blade, and the tallest man motions for you to hold out your arm. "Oh come on, where's the trust?" You take the silver knife from him, pressing the blade flat to your skin.

"Not a werewolf or a demon." You feel the dampness of the blade as you hand it back, the handle being wet, presumably from holy water.

"I'm Garth. This is Sam and Dean." The cute scrawny boy gestures to his partners as they slide into the booth across from you.

"Alright. We came here to find Tyler Throly. If you could just point us in his direction or give us an address that would be great." The oldest man, Sam, cuts to the chase immediately, and you can feel your partner giving you a side glance as they the man speaks his name.

"You know what he looks like?" You choose your words carefully, confused as to why hunters are after your friend, and the scrawney one slides a picture across the table to you.

"Yeah. That's him." You narrow your eyes at the picture, immediately recognising your partner by his old beard, but Tyler had shaved off that beard and kept his face clean for three years now.

"You got a timestamp for when that was taken?" You slide the picture back after checking for one minor detail, and as soon as you see it, you know it's definitely not him.

"Uh yeah. This was from security footage of the apartment he broke into last week. Three dead and one missing." Garth speaks quickly, and his eyes dart nervously around the room as if expecting a fight.

The eldest, Dean, leans over the table, his eyes boring harshly into your own. "So if you've got anything on him, spill now."

You take a moment to rack your brain, and once the realisation hits, you smile.

"That's a shapeshifter." You motion for your partner to come over, and he slides into the booth next to you opposite of the scrawny hunter.
"See his forearm? No tattoo." You point out the unmarked forearm of the man, and Tyler holds out his for comparison.

"To add to that, Tyler's kept his facial hair trimmed clean for the past couple of years. You boys are dealing with a shapeshifter."

Jack Kline~

With a growl and a flick of your wrist, the man is thrown back against a dumpster, and you stalk towards him. A fierce glint in your eyes as you approach.

"H-Help me! Someone hel-"

You snap your fingers, and suddenly he's choking on nothing. His cries cut off as he falls to his knees. You crouch down beside him as you hear the purr of an engine, and lift his chin with two fingers.

"If I ever see you near her again, I will make sure your death is one thousand times more painful then the last child you killed. Understand?" You wave your hand, and he gasps for air, scrambling to his feet and bolting away from you. He stumbles past a group of men approaching the alley, and you watch him run, feeling satisfaction course through you.

Turning back to the little girl, you stride towards her, and she trembles as you near her.

"Hey sweetheart. I'm gonna take you home okay?" You kneel in fron of the little blonde, holding out a hand as you soften your expression and give her a little smile.

"Get the hell away from that kid." Hearing a gun cock behind you, you narrow your eyes, and reach forwards to draw the little girl into your arms, shielding her protectivly from the flannel clad hunters and their angel ally.

"I wasn't here to hurt her. You're the Winchesters are you not? Hunters." You stand straight, holding the scared girl on your hip as she clings to you like her life depends on it.

"Ella! Oh my god you found her!" A frantic mother pushes past the group of four males, not noticing the hostility or weapons, which they are quick to hide. "Thank you so much Agent L/n." You hand over the woman's daughter, making sure to keep a smile on her face, and quickly turn her around.

"Of course Mrs. Carson. My job is to ensure the safety of children. Would you like me to escort you home?" You secretly hope she says yes, not wanting to explain yourself to the baffled hunters, but one of them clears his thoat.

"Actually, I think we have to talk Agent."

The woman looks between you and the shorter Winchester, finally noticing the hostility. With a quick 'go ahead' from you, she's off, carrying her child as she hurries out of the alley and heads down the street towards her apartment.

"So what's a demon like you doing helping some kids?" You're slammed against the rouch brick wall by the angel as the older Winchester speaks, and you roll your eyes. With a snap of your fingers, you appear behind them, brushing off your suit and fixing your hair.

"Like I said to Mrs. Carson. Ensuring the safety of children. I made a deal with a demon about twenty (20) years back. I gave my soul to have the ability to track down anything on this planet. I was trying to find my sister who had gone missing. Lucky me, the deal still held after I became a demon." You finish fixing your outfit and bow dramatically towards the men. Giving a wink to the cute younger brunet.

"You're not a Winchester though. You lack the layers of flannel. I'll have to pay you a visit sometime." With a smirk, you raise your hand as if tipping a top hat, and vanish. Teleporting straight to your room and collapsing onto the bed tiredly.

Kevin Tran~

"Do you ever just sit down and wonder why fire extinguishers are in glass cases that you have to smash? Like you know what this fire needs? More danger." You laugh with your friends as you enter the hotel, and motion towards the fire extinguisher on the wall, as always, in a glass case.

Deven rolls his eyes, while Jason and Kylie snicker, and you bump hips with your brother as his gaze scans over a mother with her son about your age a couple steps away at the counter.

"Dibs." Jason licks his lips as he looks at the dark haired boy, and you choke on your own spit as you realise what he's saying.

"Dude! You don't know if he's even into guys!" Kylie groans as she tugs him along towards your shared room, and you're left choking beside Deven, who pats your back as if to help.

"C'mon. We've gotta get there before they make a mess." You pull him along, your eyes briefly going to check out the guy that Jason called dibs on, and you feel a slight blush working it's way up to your cheeks.

Cute

A few hours later, the four of you are settled between the two beds, you bunkiing with Kylie while Deven and Jason lay as far away from each other as possible on the other bed. You roll onto your back, not quite ready to fall asleep as Kylie breaths softly beside you.

Hearing muffled thuds and a cut off shout from the room next door, you bolt upright, jumping off of the bed and slipping on your shoes. The faint scent of sulfur hits your nose, and you jump into gear. "Fuck, guys! Get your asses out of bed." The boys and Kylie however, are heavy sleepers, and you curse under your breath as you grab your angel blade from under your pillow. You hurriedly slip your key card into your pocket, and leave the room, blade gripped tightly in your hand as you see the broken open door of the room beside you and hear the ongoing scuffle.

"Hey dickface!" You lunge at the man holding the same boy from earlier, and he drops the boy as you plunge the blade into his back.

The other three demons in the room spin around to face you, and you slide into a fighting stance. "Come at me cowards!" You slide to the left to avoid the first punch, and as you do, you think of the cha cha slide.

Horrible timing

Ducking under another fist, you whirl around and stab the demon through the neck, and the mom sprays another with a squirt gun of holy water.

"Holy shit thtat's a pretty good idea actually!" You stab the last demon, who's blistering from the holy water, and plop to the floor beside the boy, who stares at you in amazement.

"Did Sam and Dean send you?" The mom takes a moment to catch her breath, and you furrow your brow.

"Who now? I was just travelling with some friends and heard the noise. Smelled sulfur and assumed the worse." You reach out to the woman intending to shake her hand, but she dumps some more holy water on your hand first. "I'm not a demon. Just a hunter."

Mary Winchester~

You sit boredly in the camp. No one coming near you as you fiddle with a gun. Cleaning it with a cloth as you disassemble it then reassemble it. Your eyes continuously scan the skies and the people around you, upholding your promise to protect this camp from angels.

You barely react as the usual horn signaling the hunters return with someone sounds, your focus instead resting on your weapon. But something is off. Your mouth settles from your usual non threatening grin to a set line as you feel angelic grace, and you stand up from your spot against the tree. Starting some kids playing nearby into running off and continuing their game elsewhere.

"Nephilim." The word leaves your mouth as you feel the strong presence of a fellow nephilim, and you start towards the gate. A few soldiers try to stop you from leaving your tree, but you ignore them as you stride forwards, prepared to defend this camp and these untrusting people from hostility.

Someone calls out your name behind you, and you pause in your steps, turning to see what they want, and that's when you hear the familiar gruff voice of the man that brought you here when you were a teen.

"He's the son of Micheal. Don't get too close. We still don't trust him." The familiar words hit your ears again, and you turn around, prepared with a snarky remark. But holy shit the woman next to Bobby Singer makes your words die in your throat, and your eyes don't even register the other nephilim beside her.

"Wow. I mean hi!" You stumble over your words as the attractive woman smiles at you, and you can feel your heartbeat quickening. Your eyes travel from her hair, down to her tired but kind eyes, then to her lips and down to the rest of her body. Someone coughs pointedly, and you look back up to see Bobby glaring at you.

"Sorry I just... she's so pretty." You mumble the words as you feel a blush rising to your cheeks as you shake your head and try to focus on the nephilim beside her, but your eyes can't help but continue to wander.

Mick Davies~

"We have your child." The rough voice on the phone makes Mick furrow his brow in confusion.

"I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong number. We don't have children here." The british man looks over to Ketch, who shrugs, and motions to give him the phone. "Hang on, I'm giving the phone to my co-worker."

The line is silent as he hands over the phone to Ketch, and the older man clears his throat. "Well? How can we help you?" He's impatient, wanting to get back to the briefing that has been interrupted, and he stiffens as the voice speaks.

"She made us like her as a person and now we feel bad. Can you come pick her up?" Mick swallows a laugh as he sees the look on Ketch's face, and Ketch groans.

"Bloody hell, they have Y/n." A chorus of 'oh fuck's sound around the room as Ketch asks for an address, and they tell him where they left her.

"She's really nice to us." The awkward witch hangs up with that being said, and Ketch just sets the phone on the table in front of Mick before standing up and straightening his tie.

"I'll go fetch her. Come along Mick. It's time you meet our secret weapon."

The two drive in silence towards the warehouse. Mick wanting to ask questions but deciding to hold his tongue. Eventually though, as they reach the abandonned building, he speaks up.

"So how old is this child? I didn't realise you had a kid." Ketch stares ahead unblinking as he parks the car, and he readies his gun.

"Y/n is thirty (30) next week. And she's not my child." He opens the door, walking out towards the building as Mick stumbles to keep up, suprise flickering through him at the age of the girl they're going to bring back.

"Well how come I've never met her then?"

"Questions later Mr. Davies. We have to get her first."

As soon as they enter the warehouse, they see you sitting criss cross on the floor. Hands bound behind your back, waiting boredly as you sit idle.

"Hi Ketch!" Your eyes light up as you see the familiar man striding towards you with a gun, and the unfamiliar man behind him looks at you as if you had a second head.

"What? Is it the blood on my face or the color of my shirt that's making you look at me like that?" You smile as you look at the rather handsome man, and lean over to whisper in Arthur's ear as he cut's your hands free from the rope.

"Sooo you never told me you have a little brother. He's actually kinda-"

"That's enough from you now. Mick, this is Y/n L/n, Canadian hunter and a close friend of mine. Y/n, Mick Davies. He's not my brother, but he is with the british men of letters."

You look expectantly at Ketch, and he sighs, before leaning in to mutter in your ear. "Yes he's single." Then he's moving away and calling over his shoulder for the two of you to hurry up, and you jog after him, keeping pace with Mick and striking up a conversation with the handsome, but flustered british man.

Micheal~

"Fuck you, fuck Kristy and fuck your poodle! We're leaving." You storm away from your boyfriend of three years as he tries to come up with some excuse for the string of text messages you saw on his phone between him and a girl named Kristy. The confused white dog bounces at your heels, not understanding why you're so mad as his dad, and you glare at it, calling for Raphael to come to you as you start packing your things.

"Wait Y/n please! It was only a couple times!" Alex's voice makes your lood boil, and you throw a sock at him.

"So if I slept with someone else behind your back it would be okay? I think not you asshole." You finish packing the necessities into your suitcase, and leave the bedroom, finding your sunbathing cat on the windowsill in the livingroom, and ushering him into the cat carrier.

"Thanks for the backup back there Raphael." You stick out your tongue at him, and he mrowrs right back at you as you carry him out the door to your car. A dark red 1965 mustang.

Opening the trunk, you slide in your suitcase, and set Raphael in his carrier on the front passenger seat after shutting the trunk. Sending a few texts to your best friend, you wait for his reply before sliding into the front seat and shooting Alex a quick text saying that you'd grab the rest of your stuff later, then you throw the phone into your purse, and start driving.

It's close to midnight when you pull over on the side of the highway and call your best friend Adam, who lived a few states over. But he doesn't pick up. With a muffled curse, you look over to Raphael in the passenger seat, and press your foot back to the gas.

"Screw it I'll go anyways."

By the time you reach Adam's house, it's the next day. You had driven all throughout the night, stopping only once to offer food and water to your cat before continuing, and now you're parked outside his house, waiting for him to answer your text.

The familiar blond boy leaves the house, but he's accompanied by an unfamiliar dark haired man, who strides over to your car with a purpose.

"Who are you?" The first words you think are the ones you say as you open the car door and step out, and the man narrows his eyes as he scans you over.

"I could ask you the same."

"Okay hold on guys don't fight. Y/n I'm so sorry I didn't answer your call last night. Anyways, Micheal, this is Y/n, the girl I told you about. And Y/n this is Micheal. Named after the archangel." Adam spews out words quickly to try and keep the peace, and you hear Raphael's curious meows through the open window of the car.

"Nice to meet you then I guess. Hold up Raphael, give me a minute." You shush the feline as Adam grabs your suitcase for you, annd you open the door to lean over and grab the unpatient cat's carrier.

"Raphael?" The smooth, curious voce behind you makes you stiffen, and your throat suddenly feels dry as you turn around and the man is barely a meter away.

"Not named after the archangel." You finally speak, and a slow smile crosses your lips as you remember the words of an old friend. "From what I was told by reliable sources, Angels are nothing but fluffy winged dickheads."

Rowena MacLeod~

An annoyed meow leaves your lips as you scratch at the bunker door. Trying to get the attention of the boys inside to tell them that you've been cursed. Having no success in making enough noise to get their attention, you resort to walking back out of the sheltered entrance and stretching out in a patch of sun, deciding to just enjoy the sleepy warm feeling as you wait for your allies to either come out or get home.

An hour has passed, and you have still been unsuccessful. You finally get back up to your paws. Your fur deliciously warm and feeling quite satisfied as you stroll back into the dip where the door to the bunker lies. You press your front paws against the door, and let out a yowl. Trying once again to get their attention. From inside, you can hear a muffled voice saying: "What the hell was that?" and you inwardly cheer as you faintly hear footsteps clunking up the stairs. Two sets, although one set sounds much lighter then the other.

The door opens, and you look up in excitement, only to flinch back as you see the gun in Dean's hand, and the elegant, curly haired redhead peeking out behind him. You quietly mew this time, trying to ensure he does't shoot you, and being well aware that he's allergic to cats.

"Shoo! Damnit why is that thing here?" He lifts one boot to nudge your side, trying to make you leave, but the redheaded woan behind him gasps.

"That's not a cat dear, she was cursed! I'd recognise that look in anything's eyes." Hope registers for a split second in your mind, but Dean scowls and turns around, going back into the bunker and leaving you with the pretty woman.

She picks you up carefully, holding you cradled in her arms like a baby as she closes the bunker door, and the moment her dainty fingers start to scratch under your chin you fall in love, a purr rumbling through your throat and your eyes closing happily.

"Let's fix you up shall we dear?"

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I understand that sometimes people skip chapters to read only the parts they think will be good, but trust me on this and read all the parts in this book. You will not be disappointed. I hope