What a Ragtag Group of Misfits

Chapter one- The begining

What a Ragtag Group of Misfits(FROM MY TUMBLR)

Pairing: Sam x Reader, Dean, Cas

Summary: What are you to do when a 6 foot 4 giant of a man, his brother, and an angel waltz into your life?

"So what you're saying is that monsters are real and you... hunt them... with your brother?"

Word count: 950

Warnings: Character death, blood, cursing, fluffy Sam, general crappy writing

A/N: This is my first SPN fic so please excuse any mistakes, this is unbetaed. I hope you guys like this, I'm extremely nervous about posting this. Let me know what you guys think and if you'd like to see more

From where you stood, hysterically crying on the sidewalk facing your single-family home where you had lived with your mom, little sister, and beloved cat, you could hear the screams of your baby sister. That-that thing came into your house while you and your small, broken family slept. You never actually got to clearly see what it was but you could hear the thing dragging its claws along the walls as it shuffled down the hall towards your mother's bedroom. You heard the noise and unconsciously reached for your pet, a beautiful, long-haired, Main Coon who you affectionately named Scruff when you were in middle school. Dismissing the noise as nothing other than the sounds of your old home settling, you rolled over and went back to sleep. It wasn't until you heard the screams coming from your mother's room that you bolted upright in your bed and looked around silently listening and petting Scruff to calm your racing heart. You heard the bone-chilling screams stop before you heard that noise again, it sounded like nails on a chalkboard but you couldn't quite place it. You lowered Scruff into his cat carrier that you kept in the closet before slipping on your bathrobe and slippers and tip-toeing over to your door and peeking out. You couldn't believe what you were seeing, your hand shot up to silence the scream that threatened to escape your quivering lips as you watched this thing covered in blood, your mother's blood, walk towards your sister's room. Knowing you wouldn't be able to get to your sister before the monster did, you ran back into your room and grabbed your camera bag, laptop bag, phone and chargers, and Scruff, before opening your bedroom window and jumping out. You'd only made it across the street before the weight of everything came crashing down and you fell to the sidewalk, sobbing uncontrollably.

Through your tears you could hear the distinct sound of an engine revving and you looked up to see the sleek, beautiful, black, 1967 Chevrolet Impala coming to a halt in front of your house and two men wearing plaid and leather jackets go running in. Your sister's screams stopped almost as soon as they started and the only sounds that could be heard in the quiet of the night were two sets of guns being fired repeatedly before you saw the house light up in flames. The next thing you saw was the two men walking out of the wrecked house and frantically looking around for anybody who may have been watching what just happened. As you looked closer you could see the shorter man supporting the other, taller man and suddenly shouting for someone, or something named "Cas". In the blink of an eye another man significantly shorter than the other two appeared and you vaguely heard them conversing before seeing a flash of bring light coming from the third man named Cas. He then disappeared just as quickly as he appeared. That was when he saw you, the man who had been helped out of your house had seen you sitting on the stoop and slowly walked over to you.

"It's okay," he said, "I'm not going to hurt you, are you okay?" You looked at him and then down at yourself before a new wave of tears washed over you. "N-no, no I don't think that I am," you said between sobs. Within seconds he had closed the distance between the two of you and pulled you into his arms, hugging you close to his chest, your face pressed up against the space just below his pecks due to the height difference. You didn't mind the fact that this stranger was hugging you or that he had just set your house on fire, all you cared about was the comfort that he was giving you.

Some time had passed since you stopped crying but that didn't stop you from standing there in this man's embrace when the shorter one had eventually made their way over to the two of you. He introduced himself, "I'm Dean," he said as you finally pulled away, "And that's my younger brother Sam." Looking up you replied "Carter," You looked at Dean in disbelief, "Younger?" you then asked him after giving the brothers a once-over. Dean let out a chuckle that made you start to feel a little bit better and replied "Yeah, I know. He's a giant puppy ain't he?" Before you had the chance to reply Sam spoke up and asked you the question you knew was coming but dreaded answering, "Carter, was that your family?" You just looked down at your feet and then towards what you had left of your family and belongings, before sadly giving your response. "Y-yeah," you then nodded towards Scruff and your other bags, "And that's what's left of my life, a camera, laptop, and cat." Looking down at what you were currently wearing, and glancing towards your burning house you sighed, "I don't even have actual clothes anymore." Sam and Dean exchanged worried looks before turning back to you and Sam sighed heavily, "Carter, I'm really sorry about your house..." He looked distraught before continuing, "Do you have anyone you can stay with?"

You simply shook your head and looked at your slipper clad feet, all of your mom's relatives had passed away and no one on your dad's side of the family wanted anything to do with you. You had no one. Barely 19, a freshman in college, and here you were, standing on the side of the road with two men you'd just met after they destroyed your home and along with it, your life.