Revelation: Sam x Reader x Dean x Castiel AU

Chapter 1

Y/n

The air up here is light, the morning fog rolls over the grounds misting the end of my jeans as I walk to my dorm building. If I wasn't here for the reasons I am, it would be beautiful. I've always been fond of weather like this. The perfect day to curl up with a book by the fire and a hot coffee.

But instead of a book, I have the files my mother sent. I clutch them tight to my chest as I scan my id card and the door to the dorm rooms opens with a click of the lock. I pull the door open and take in the scent of entirely too much perfume being sprayed all around me, giving me a headache.

I walk quietly towards my room, avoiding my dorm mates at all costs. When I finally enter my own room, I breathe a sigh of relief. Taking off my jacket I throw it over the back of the chair in front of my desk. I set the files on my bed and pop a keurig pod into the machine and turn it on, needing a caffeine boost.

I change out of my damp clothes and slip into a pair of leggings and a long t-shirt. When my coffee is done I grab my mug and the files, sitting down on the floor in front of the little fireplace in my room. Most students have to share a dorm room, and don't have a fireplace or a private bathroom. But making a hefty 'donation' can buy you pretty much anything.

Spreading the files out in front of me, I take a sip of my coffee humming at the comforting taste before I dive into the mess of paperwork in front of me. There are a few names I recognize. Jennifer Hayes, one of my sister's close friends before she was murdered, also one of my dorm mates.

Then there is Dylan White, a straight A student who my mother believes was my sister's boyfriend. I look extra hard at his file. A strong family of hunters going back generations as alumni of the university. His family has strong ties to the dean of the university and own a shipping company that ships 'apparel' all over the world. Apparel being another word for weapons.

His file peaks my interest the most, since my sister's body was never recovered. Dylan could have very well shipped her body anywhere in the world. Or, he could have sold her as a slave. The thought makes me shiver. There are a lot of people who trap witches, keeping them locked away for tracking spells, healing, or any number of sick and twisted things.

I look back at Jennifer's file, and nothing really stands out. She is a B average student, from a wealthy family who deals mostly in the stock market. I pull out my sister's cell phone from my backpack and scroll through the same pictures I have scrolled through a thousand times for the last year.

Pictures of her and her friends, Dylan and two other boys, from parties on campus, in them she is smiling and laughing. Our mother didn't want her to come here, didn't want her in enemy territory. But that was Nadia, always wanting to do things her own way. Always wanting to find a weakness, a way into enemy territory, disband them and take them down from the inside. Headstrong.

I, on the other hand, have always been the quiet one. The one to follow orders and see through the missions that my mother sends me on. No remorse, no regret, and no looking back. And this one will be no different.

The more recent photos in Nadia's phone show her more and more with Dyaln and two other boys. I look back to his file and look for any trace of the other two people in this photo, they don't look anything alike, so I assume maybe they're not family. I flip to the next page and notice he is a member of the Night and Shadows Society.

I pull out my laptop and take a sip of my coffee as I search the society on the college web page. Other than the fact that it was built almost a hundred years ago, and a few other facts about the building, I don't see any names.

I pull out my phone and hit my mom's contact, pressing the call button and putting it on speaker. After a few rings, she picks up. "Y/n dear, did you get the files I sent?" She asks in her usual business voice.

"I did, but I noticed in Nadia's phone there were pictures with Dylan and two other boys," I respond, looking over his file again. "Is there any chance you can find out more about them? Get me their names perhaps? There is nothing about them on their society page, they belong to the same house as Dylan I assume, they look close."

I hear her type on her computer on the other end. "What is the name of the society again?" She asks after a moment of typing.

"Night and Shadows," I respond, taking another drink of my coffee and pulling out my vape from my pocket, taking a pull and blowing the fruity vapor out into the air. "At least I assume, they look close but not close enough to be family."

There is some more typing on her end, probably hacking into the university roster. "I found them, sending the files now. No time to waste so I'm sending them to your email. But darling, you really need a fax machine," She reminds me for the millionth time, making me roll my eyes. "I always find that hand copies make life easier than clicking a million buttons. Not to mention that emails can be hacked."

"I understand mother. I will get one this weekend," I relent, hoping that it will get her off my back. She's like a dog with a bone whenever she wants something done a certain way, but like the good little soldier I am I give in to her orders. "I got them," I tell her as my email pings. "I'll look them over tonight after class."

My mother sighs in her usual disappointed voice. "Alright dearie," she says, her voice softening. "Just make sure it gets done. Nadia deserves to rest in peace."

"I know," I say in a choked voice before clearing my throat. "Talk soon."

"I'll be waiting," she responds as the line disconnects.

I sigh, leaning my head back against the end of my bed. I've always been the strong sister, the good daughter who never cries or complains. But in times like these, times where I'm completely alone with my thoughts that my brain is too tired to tune out, I feel weak. "I miss you," I speak to my ceiling, hoping that wherever my sister is in the afterlife, that she can hear me.

I sit up and let out a breath, pushing back the tears so they don't have a chance to fall. Picking myself up and picking the files up from the floor, I lock them inside my safe along with all of the other ones, along with the laptop I was using.

I grab my backpack and tuck my school laptop inside, the one without the sensitive information. I rinse out my coffee mug in the small kitchen area, a small sink, a microwave and a mini-fridge and put it on the counter next to my keurig. I grab a redbull from my mini-fridge and slip on my Vans before grabbing my jacket. I lock my dorm room before walking down the stairs again and walking out of the building to my next class.

The campus is beautiful. Three large red brick buildings, a gym, a science building and a security post by the white iron gates. Along the massive courtyard are the society houses, along with a few staff townhomes, all built in the same red bricks as the school.

Off to the right is a massive forest, part of the school with over a mile of dense trees, bushes, ponds and a waterfall with a slim walkway down to the bottom. A dangerous climb up or down that has killed a few students who have drunkenly slipped and fell to the bottom.

On the left however, is the complete opposite. A training area, a pool house, and locker rooms. The courtyard holds picnic areas, open spaces with trees that are perfect to read under, and a fountain. A man holding the decapitated head of a vampire. Subtle.

Not that the school needs to hide anything. Everyone here and their families that come to visit know what Hunting Hill is. It's a college that teaches students to track, hunt and kill any number of monsters. Whether they're here in the United States, or overseas. We learn to kill them all. All on top of earning a degree in any number of things, so they can have a job wherever they want.

To all of the normal humans, Hunting Hill is simply a college. Granted, a college more revered than even Harvard, Stanford, Yale, Princeton or any other ivy league. You have to know someone, or prove that you come from a family of hunters. I still have no idea how exactly my mother got me into this school. But it's not my place to know. My place is to find out who killed my sister and eradicate them. No more, no less, by any means necessary.

And that is exactly what I plan to do.