Multifandom One Shots

Dean Winchester [2]

She ran as fast she possibly could, her legs carrying her while she sped around a sharp corner and she fell forward so she was using her full strength and speed in order to get where she needed to go. Without a care, she began running on all fours like the beast she was, her amber colored eyes wide as she scanned her surroundings; it was all familiar at this point. Her supernatural hearing picked up movement and she came to an abrupt stop, finding exactly what she had been searching for. She stood up straight, her tangled jet black hair falling over her shoulders as she inspected the dull wooded area around her. Only she wasn't just in the woods. She wasn't just taking a run in some forest.

Astrid was trapped in Purgatory.

She couldn't remember how she had ended up here or how she had died to be pulled here. She was born a monster, there was nothing she could do to change what she was, but she still wasn't one to kill without reason, not seeing the point in being the monster the world claimed her to be. Hunters came at her, she'll handle them, but that was self-defense. Obviously, she got cocky, or she wouldn't be here. She let her guard down enough that a hunter had managed to kill her. She was gifted at protecting herself but the only time she lets her wall down, she gets killed. The irony was there but she hated it.

Astrid lost track of time of how long she had been here in this wretched place but she had heard the rumors from her fellow monsters and the change of power in the air. Every single supernatural creature in Purgatory felt it. A human and an angel had invaded the place monsters go when they die and the two were misplaced and were trapped. Astrid would've been able to find them easily enough, but the human had the habit of killing any supernatural creature that got to close and she made no plans on becoming one of them. She wasn't stupid and she wasn't one to underestimate her enemies. Besides, what use would they be to her? She was nothing but a beast in their eyes and she had never met an angel before and she had no plans on changing that.

All of a sudden, a twig snapped to her left. In a heartbeat of a second, Astrid took off to the right and she heard the creature rushing after her. She could tell by the smell instantly what it was. It was a Leviathan. They were evil monsters that temporarily escaped through the portal into Earth, only to be transported back following the downfall of the head of the snake, killed by the very human that was now trapped in here with them. Astrid wasn't an expert on the Leviathan nor was she a personal target for them but she must have happened to be passing one by. Monsters or not, they all fought like animals. Leviathans had the nasty habit of eating everything they could find, including werewolves.

Astrid was a third generation pureblood and she knew she had more cousins than she could count, but she hadn't met any of them, mostly because they were likely still in Japan, where Astrid had been born, despite her mother being American. She had been her father's only child following her mother's death at the hands of their Alpha, prompting the widower to take their infant daughter and flee. He had been alone when he raised Astrid and he had taught her the opposite of what his Alpha had taught him. He died protecting her from the very man they had been running from. She killed her father's murderer and made sure to stay clear of her own kind afterwards, wanting to try and mingle in with the human crowd and make the most of her humanity. She would sometimes leave to hunt down animals, to let her wolf side out to eat animal hearts, which always reminded her that as much as she wanted to be like everyone else, she was as much of a monster as the hunters claimed she was. She was never going to be human.

Clearly, it didn't do her any good not to find a pack. She had never found many of her kind that didn't know how to control themselves like she could and she wasn't one to turn humans, even when she was terribly lonely. She never had before. So she remained alone until her death. Hell, she was still alone. She never trusted anyone and no one trusted her enough to keep her around. The first rule of Purgatory was never trust anyone and she took that personally. She didn't attack anyone but hell if she would let someone kill her for her leaning onto her morality code. They attack, she kills. It's the way the world worked—it was the way Astrid worked.