One Of The Winchesters

Chapter 1

Well, this supposed to be a great day, has now turned to a different direction.

It was my high school graduation. Now I'm one of those people that believe in the impossible and the supernatural. But did it have to happen today?
During graduation we were halfway through the ceremony then all the sudden one of the English teachers just walked up onto the stage and stabbed our principal. Then the teacher stabbed himself. I started to run into the school. Someone told me to run into the girls locker room so that's what I did. I don't know if that was the smartest idea. I realized that once I started to get attacked by someone with piercing black eyes. It definitely wasn't human. Good thing I continued taking karate until my junior year or else I would've died by now. But I was getting beaten up pretty badly. When I flipped it onto the ground I quickly opened my gym locker that I continued to keep my lacrosse stick in. After graduating, my friends and I were gonna go and play a charity event about two hours away. I know that it seems boring but we love playing. But my stick has definitely come in handy. After a bit of time I was real injured. I'm done. I have to get rid of this thing. I hit it to the floor. I took off the rubber bottom from my stick. Then quickly and aggressively jammed my stick through its chest. I pulled my stick out as some kind of black something came out of its mouth and left through one of the open windows.
"How'd you do that?" The same guy that told me to go here asked.
"I took karate for about eleven years." I told him. He walked over to me.
"Impressive, but no. What is your stick made out of?" He asked as he held my stick with blood on the end.
"It's custom. My mom got it for me. It is made out of pure silver. But why are you asking?" I questioned as I took my stick away from him.
"That's how you killed it." He said.
"Sam!" Someone was shouting then walked through the door. A lot more attractive than the other. He looked down at whatever it was then looked at my stick then at me.
"The stick is made out of pure silver. Wait?" He looked at me, "I don't know if you are but are you a hunter?" He asked.
"What the hell is a hunter?" I'm so confused.
"Never mind I guess." He said and looked at the other guy. They looked at each other for a few seconds.
"I'm Dean." The more attractive one said with a smile. The other guy looked at him, "and this is my brother Sam." I shook their hands. Why do I feel like I've seen these guys before now that I think about it?
"What's your name?" Sam asked.
"Trish, now, can you tell me what that thing is and why it ruined my graduation?" I asked and dropped my stick. The brothers looked at each other.
"That was a demon and so was that teacher that happened to stab your principal." Sam told me.
"If you don't believe us that's completely-" Dean started.
"I believe it." I said.
"You do? Are you sure?" Dean questioned.
"Yeah. I believe in a lot of things. Demons, ghosts, spirits, angels, and well really anything supernatural." I told them. Dean shrugged as Sam looked at him.
"Well that takes away another ten minutes of explaining." Dean said.
"So, what are you guys? You go after supernatural creatures and kill them?" I chuckled.
"Yeah actually. We're hunters." Sam told me.
"Oh shit. You kill for a living? What do you make off of it?" I asked.
"Oh, we don't make money off of it." Sam crossed his arms.
"Then why would you want to do it?" I asked and took off my cap and gown. Dean grinned.
"We save people." Dean was still grinning.
"So you're like living the batman and robin life but with supernatural creatures and killing them."
"I guess?" Sam looked at Dean and he shrugged.
"That's pretty sweet. So, whose batman and whose robin?" I grinned.
"We don't really-"
"I'm batman." Dean smiled.
"What?!" Sam snapped at Dean.
"What? I'm older and I've been hunting longer." Dean raised his eyebrows and so did Sam. I started to chuckle.
"Anyways, are you ok? I mean, you just killed a demon plus, you aren't looking to well." Sam asked.
"Yeah, I'm ok with what happened." I said.
"Ok, but how are you feeling?" Dean asked.
"Well, sore considering I'm bruised and cut up." I looked at a few cuts on my arm. They looked at each other.
"Come with us. We'll help you out." Sam said. I grabbed my lacrosse stick and walked out with them. We walked out to the parking lot. We arrived at a car.
"Nice car. 1968 Chevy Impala?" I asked.
"1967 Impala; but close." Dean smiled. Dean opened his trunk. There was a symbol under the hood.
"What is that?" I asked.
"Do you want me to be honest or lie?" Dean asked.
"Honest." I said.
"It's the symbol for devil's trap." Dean said and Sam took a hold of my arm and started to clean it.
"Why is it under your trunk hood?" I questioned.
"Sometimes when we need to capture a demon we throw it into the trunk." Dean explained.
"Ah." I looked at my arm then at Sam. He was putting hydrogen peroxide on my skin but he was wrapping my arm too tightly now.
"Sorry, too tight?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, just a little." I told him. Sam started to clean up the rest of my cuts.
"How old are you?" Dean asked.
"Eighteen, how 'bout you?" I asked.
"Thirty- four." He replied.
"Ok, I think you should be good." Sam said.
"Thanks but I have a question. Why did you tell me to go to the girls locker room?" I asked Sam. The brothers looked at each other. They seem to do that a lot.
"There is a demon after you. We don't know why but there has been a connection." Sam answered.
"What connection?" I asked. They were both quiet for a bit.
"Have you noticed anything strange around or anything happening to you that seemed different. Maybe some kind of dreams?" Sam asked.
"Well in some dreams there was something strange but I don't think you would believe me." I said.
"Try me." Dean said.
"Well, there is one guy that just suddenly appears. He claims he is an angel. He's talking to me but I don't know about what. It's all kind of a blur. But then a extremely bright like light happens and that's when I wake up." I told them.
"We should talk to Cas about this." Dean told Sam.
"That light, was it like pure white?" Sam asked.
"Yeah." I responded.
"Definitely an angel." Sam turned to Dean. I'm confused.
"So you can't remember anything he told you?" Dean questioned.
"Did he tell you his name?" A man in a trench coat appeared behind us.
"Where did you come from?" I questioned.
"That doesn't matter. Did he tell you his name?" He asked again.
"Wait, what's your name?" I asked him. He looked at Dean. Dean widened his eyes and nudged his head in my direction.
"Castiel." He responded.
"He mentioned your name!" I said surprised.
"He did?" Castiel was confused and so was Sam and Dean.
"Yeah." I said.
"Well, what did he say?" Castiel asked.
"I don't exactly remember. I think it was like you are losing something but I can't remember what it was. But now I remember where I've seen you two. You showed up in a few of my dreams just chasing the angel in my dream." I said.
"What?" Sam questioned.
"Yeah." I responded.
"Did he tell you his name?" Castiel asked.
"No, I don't know. Maybe? Everything just ends up being mostly a blur when I wake up." I told him.
"Alright." Castiel put his arm up with two fingers put together. Sam and Dean brought his arm down.
"Woah, what do you think you're doing?" Dean asked.
"She's just eighteen." Sam said.
"I need to read her mind to get the name before something happens." He told them.
"Read my mind?" I questioned.
"Yes, now-" Castiel said.
"No. You'll end up erasing that memory of hers and she won't be able to tell us anything else. We'll stay with her and the next time she has that dream she'll try to remember a name." Dean told Castiel.
"Fine, but hopefully it happens soon." Then all the sudden Castiel disappeared.
"What the-" I'm confused.
"He's an angel." Dean told me.
"Now, we'll give you a ride home. Where do you live?" Sam asked.

We pulled up to where I live. I wish they hadn't drove me home. I don't like people knowing.
"Are you an orphan?" Sam asked.
"Yes. I was told when I was a baby that my parents just disappeared one night and left me." I told them.
"I thought you said that your mom got you the lacrosse stick?" Sam questioned.
"She did apparently. Four years ago for my birthday, I walked out of my house to go to school. On the porch was a box that said 'for Trish' and so I opened it. It was my stick and attached to it was a tag. It said 'Happy Birthday Trish. Love Mom' and that's it. But I knew that my mom was still alive so for a whole two years or so I prayed for her to come around. Then one day I got a letter in the mail. It was from my mom. She pretty much told me to stop looking for her. That's what I did." I told them.
"What was your Mom's name?" Dean asked.
"I believe that it was Lisa but I'm not positive." I said. They looked at each other.
"Um, do you have to be home tonight?" Sam asked.
"They don't really care if I'm out late. Once I turned sixteen they stopped caring how late I was out." I said. Dean looked at the road ahead. Then he slammed on the gas pedal.