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Hi! This is a fan fiction from my favorite TV show, Supernatural, on the CW. Hope y'all enjoy! Love, Miss_Zealous

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CHAPTER ONE

{_Dean_}

When I'd found the abandoned gas station, I was relived. Water, food and dirty magazines, for free. And if I managed to boost the cash register, maybe a few dollars in my pocket. Breaking on of the planes of glass in the front door, I reached inside and turned the door handle. The door popped open easily, and I stepped inside. It was dingy, but well stocked, and I walked to the cooler in the corner. Taking a bottle of water from inside, I drank most of the icy water in one long gulp.

"Hey there." I started and snapped around, whole body poised to fight. Idly, I wished I at least had holy water. I'd even settle for rock salt. The girl standing in the doorway I'd occupied not a minute earlier looked innocent enough, but so did every demon until their eyes turned sharklike. She was a hell of pretty, dressed in ripped jeans, a white tank top and a pair of lace up boots. Her long auburn hair was tied up in a sloppy bun and her violet eyes where locked on me. I almost hoped she wasn't a demon, I'd hate to have to knife such a pretty thing.

"Hey yourself." I said, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible. The girl looked around, at the racks of food, the back door I just noticed, the ceiling, then at the obvious fist sized hole in the front door window. Then looking back at me, her already pleasantly composed face broke into a full on smile. Not a teeth barring smile, but a stretching of lips that could be gruesome or attractively snide depending. I hadn't decided which the girls was.

"Nice entry, but the back door would have been smarter. It was unlocked." the girl said, crossing her arms under her generous breasts. Trying not to loose focus simply because the girl had a nice pair of knockers; she could still be a threat. And I had no weapon besides my fists and a demon could easily overpower me after a few blows. The girl strolled further inside, the numbers buckles on her boots clicking together.

"Oh really? How do you know that?" I asked, angling my body so she couldn't walk around me, keeping her in my sights. She seemed oblivious, her eyes where straying around the room still.

"They never lock the back doors. Cause no one thinks to in that way when your this far out in the boondocks. Which leads me to the question," she turned to me, and leaned against one of the white wire racks.

"Why on earth would a Winchester be this far out in the middle of nowhere and without the signature Impala." my blood froze. She knew who I was, had managed to sneak up on me, but didn't seem to know I'd been dead for... Well I didn't know how long. Maybe she wasn't a demon. The practical part of my brain told me not to completely write that off, and I happily agreed.

"What do you mean?" I asked, hoping to buy time. The girl flicked a lock of hair from her face and frowned.

"You know what I mean. You reek of hunter and I've heard that the Winchester brothers bed as many as they kill, so... Maybe I'm assuming." I couldn't help but smile at that. Nice to be known by my sexual prowess. The girl caught my pleased expression.

"So are you gonna let me in on why you're here? And where's the other one?" I swallowed as I thought of Sammy.

"I honestly don't know where my brother is...." I said, then decided to go for broke, and asked,

"Are you a hunter?" the girl laughed, showing of a set of pearly teeth and what looked like a tongue stud.

"Oh no. Not even close." I waited for her to elaborate and when she didn't I prodded.

"So how do you know about my brother and I?" the violet irises sparkled at me from under their thick lash foliage, but the girl didn't answer for a few moments. Then, in her sultry voice,

"Now wouldn't that be telling. All you need to know, is that I know who you are, Dean Winchester. I also know you've been dead for almost 6 months, serving out a sentence in hell. Welcome back." For the second time since the woman had made herself known, my blood ran cold. She continued,

"I'm surprised you're not attempting to run now. Don't you think I'm a demon?"

"The thought crossed my mind." I growled. The girl stopped leaning against the wire rack and reached into the pocket of her jeans and drew out a beautiful gold crucifix. Holding it and her other hand high, she walked toward me. I backed up a little, but she stopped when she reached a place five feet away, she stopped. Tossing me the cross, she kept her hands at shoulder height.

"Go ahead," she said. "Bless that water and throw it in my face. I won't stop you." I'd caught the cross one handed, and didn't ask twice. Muttering the incantation, I dropped the cross into the remaining water in the plastic bottle I held in my clenched fist. That done, I took a few steps toward her, and splashed her pretty face with the newly blessed water. The drops ran down her face, splashing onto her breasts. She didn't scream, her skin didn't smoke. She wasn't possessed by a demon, she wasn't a ghoul either. I breathed a sigh of relief, and after extracting the cross from the bottle, I handed it back to her. She wiped her face and took it.

"Feel better now?"

"Not really. There's a whole lot of other shit you could be." I said, but turned to walk around the aisle so I could find a plastic bag for my spoils. The girl didn't follow me.

"You're right, but how on earth would I have found you so easily? Maybe I'm a ghost." there was mirth in her voice, but her statement made me uneasy. I severely doubted she was a ghost, but it was possible. Looking under the counter, I found a whole canister of salt. Why it was there I didn't much care, I just snatched it and started pouring it onto the floor in a wide circle around me. The girl looked over at the noise, and walked over. She smiled when she saw me.

"Really? Well, all right." I'd just finished the circle when she walked over and gracefully stepped over the line. I nearly laughed out loud. Maybe she wasn't anything to worry about. I stepped out and resumed my task of looking for a bag.

"Nothing else, Dean Winchester?" she asked. I shook my head,

"Not for now. I'm into delayed gratification." the girl smiled lazily and her eyes grew slightly hooded.

"Oh really... That's not surprising. Me, I'm into more of hard fucking." with that, she turned and sauntered over to the cooler. Her statement took my breath away. Who knew that hearing the word fuck from such a delicious little number of a woman would knock me practically off my feet. I needed to get laid, and hopefully by something human.

"Anyway, you're kind of stuck here. None of the cars outside work," the girl called, and I heard her take a few things from the cooler. When she came back around her, her arms where laden with water bottles. Setting them on the counter in front of me, she tossed her head.

"And I have a car. So I'm at your service, Mr. Dean Winchester. Thanks are not required but appreciated." I stared at her for a moment, weighing my options. One, she knew about Sammy and me, and in knowing that, I needed to keep her close while I figured out if she was hostile or not. Two, if I was stranded here, and she was offering a ride, I'd better take it. Walking was not my thing.

"Sounds like a plan... But I'm at a disadvantage, you know my name, but I don't know yours." the girl smiled and held out one delicate looking hand.

"Cosette."

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