The Adventures of Allison Elizabeth Poole (Supernatural Fanfic)

From Troubled Teen to Monster Hunter Trainee

Some people say I'm an idiot who only knows how to do two things: tell jokes and get into trouble. I should probably introduce myself first, hi I'm Liz and I'm 17 years old. I go to an unusual high school called Owlsby Musical Academy. We learn basic and advanced musical skills. I'm here because of my singing. They take supposed prodigies and turn them into respectable stars and members of society. In other words, I don't belong here. I'm what most parents call a troublemaker; I tell jokes, pull pranks, wear nothing but torn jeans and band t-shirts, and refuse to take anything from anyone. I was shipped to this school because I had been kicked out of six schools in the last seven years and my parents were done with the police station visits in the middle of the night. I hate it here; the teachers and other students feel the same way. The reason being is that I'm not a stuck up, rich kid. I'm average with an average singing voice, not that it matters. Everyone says I have a good voice, but I don't see it. They only say that because I passed the exam to enroll with flying colors. Anyway, back to the story. Owlsby was the last school we checked and the only school that would take me because of my record. I've been kicked out of six schools in seven years because I get into into fights and got arrested for various reasons. That's how I got here; that's also how I got myself into the biggest problem you could ever imagine.

I bet you're wondering, what could be that bad? Let me explain. I was practicing my solo for our school concert when a couple of gun-wielding idiots burst into the choir room. I bet you think I did the smart thing and hit the deck. Believe me; my decision was anything but smart. I threw a folding chair at them and jumped out an open window into the night, where I was met by a trench coat-wearing maniac with a long knife. I tried running away but he caught my arm tightly. I started screaming and struggling hoping someone would come to their dorm windows or something. "Stop screaming. We're not going to hurt you." Said trench coat guy. "Says you. First your friends in there burst in with guns blazing then I run into you with your weird knife." I said trying to sound brave. "Dean, did you find anything?" he called to one of the gun-wielders. "No, there's nothing here except that girl." the gun-wielder said as he came to the window and gesturing to me. "We'll be out in a minute." Trench coat nodded at gun-wielder number one and looked at me with bright blue eyes, "Who are you?" A moment later, the two gun-wielders came around the corner of the building with flashlights and no guns. "Cas, can you put the blade away before you scare her any worse?" gun-wielder number two said. I had heard the name Cas before but I couldn't place where. By this time I had stopped screaming and struggling, so I could think of an escape plan. "What's your name?" trench coat asked. "You tell me yours and I'll tell you mine." I replied. "Who are you people anyway?" The two gun-wielders and trench coat pulled out fake FBI badges. "I'm Agent Smith---" the taller one started to say but I cut him off. "Oh yeah, totally. If you three are agents, I'm the President of the United States. I've seen enough badges to spot a fake; a good fake but a fake. So, who are you really?" I stated. The shorter one spoke this time, "I'm Dean and this is Sam and Castiel." He said gesturing first to the taller one then to trench coat. "I'm Liz. Nice to meet you three. Now, can you have Castiel release my arm then?" I asked angrily. "Only if you promise not to run away." Dean said. "Why would I promise something like tha---" This time Cas cut me off, "Because if we were going to kill you, you'd be dead by now." "Fine. I won't run. Just no weapons, got it?" I said. All three nodded. This was the beginning of the end, I thought.

I led Sam, Dean and Castiel to the front of the school so we could talk without a potential audience. "If you guys aren't federal agents, then what are you doing here?" I asked while leaning against the wall. A second later the taller one, Sam, splashed me with water from a flask. "What was that for?!" I exclaimed. It finally hit me, why their names sounded familiar. "You said your names were Sam, Dean and Castiel, right? Your last names wouldn't happen to be Winchester, would they?" I asked hesitantly gesturing to Sam and Dean. They immediately took defensive stances, so I put my hands up. "How did you know that?" Dean asked harshly. "Supernatural by Carver Edlund. I read them in my spare time I only have two books left before I finish the entire published works. And if you want to do the silver test I got you covered." I explained as I pulled out my pocketknife and cut my arm just enough to show them I was harmless. "Before you say anything the knife is pure silver. It took me a long time to buy it, but ever since I read Supernatural I carry it on me at all times." I explained further. "If you don't believe me, here." I closed my knife and tossed it to Castiel who had moved to Dean's side. They opened the blade and examined it for a good five minutes before closing it again and tossing it back to me. "So, why are you here? And don't beat around the bush." I said, putting the blade back in my pocket. "We're not sure yet. Can you tell us if you have felt or seen anything weird?" Sam asked, politely. "You mean like cold spots or smelled Sulphur, things like that? Well, there is one classroom that's off limits to everyone including staff. They say if you stand by the door you can hear the screams of people being tortured and killed inside. I was never brave enough to go there though, the room is in the basement. Me and basements don't really mix. My previous boarding schools would lock you in the basement if you got into trouble." I explained calmly. I didn't even know these people that well and here I was again running my mouth. "Alright, kid, where's the basement in the school?" Dean said looking around, like he was checking to see if anyone was watching; I don't blame him. "I won't just tell you. I can show you." I said.