All Jane wanted was to find her name--her real name, not the one social services gave her when she was a baby. What she found was a group of hunters. Sam and Dean Winchester. Not to mention the unforgettable, Bobby Singer. To Be A Hunter is a Supernatural Fan Fiction. Supernatural copyright-Eric Kripke, Series Creator and Executive Producer

Cassidy Gray has always loved American Muscles. So when she spots Sam and Dean's 1967 Chevrolet Impala abandoned in a junk yard, she knew she had to buy her. But what she discovered when she restored the car, she definately didn't expect. Their father's journal was one of them. She cast them aside at first, but when Demons came knocking on her door that night, she had no choice but to believe in it.

I'm Louise, and I'm a hunter of the supernatural. This is my story of meeting the famous Winchester brothers, and hopefully helping them to save the world. (Starts a little before Lucifer Rises (season 4), and goes on from there. All of the rights go to the producers of Supernatural.)

Mackinley Lesdi woke up next to a garbage skip, next to a handsome guy who just happenes to be Dean Winchester. As in Dean Winchester from Supernatural her mama's favourite TV series. She is shocked and wonders just how she ended up in a paranormal universe. Will Dean and Sam help her find out how she got in their fictional world? And is it even fictional? Who knows?

The world isn't always exactly as it seems, especially when your best friends' fate is intertwined with it...even if you don't remember her. A small girls life changed after one fateful encounter, for the worst or for the better, she'll have to decide. 11 years later, her past will come back to haunt her in ways she'll never imagine and her choices will determine whether or not she can handle the cards she's been dealt. Her will to fight could be the one thing that saves her, or leads to her untimely demise...

Once you've come into contact with a demon you have been marked for the rest of your life. It's not a visible mark that someone can see. It's a mark deep on your soul, almost like a scar. A scar where the demon tried to invade your body and take over. If you had the unfortunate luck of encountering a demon more than once, that scar gets bigger. Big enough that a demon hunter like myself can notice. That's how I met the Winchester brothers. It didn't take a genius to figure out they were hunters and pretty good hunters at that. With one little proposition made, we set off to kill the yellow eyed demon that plagued both of our lives. But little did they know, I had an agenda of my own. One involving them as an offering.