Noah Anderson has never had a birthday party, never had a friend, she never went to college, and thanks to a curse put on her as a child, she's a twenty one year old virgin. But none of these things bother her. The man in her dreams does, though. Every night, he comes to her in her dreams and makes love to her. But she doesn't know who he is. One fateful night, she finds his name. Then, she does a Google search on it. And soon, she's on an unwitting quest to find Sam Winchester and ask him why he's in her dreams. The problem is, every sort of mythical beast she's ever heard of, and more, are out for her blood, seemingly desperate to keep her from Sam. Because when she finds him, they're done for. She's the key...to everything.

I was asked to kill. This is my job. I kill people for a living. I see people's life run out of their eyes for millions of dollars. The very source of themselves dripping away into Hell. I enjoy the pay, yes. I have cash in the bank and food on the table and thats what counts. It's what I do. I kill. A little bit about me? I'm a Delora Nettles. I've been dead for seven years now. I was brutally murdered on a cold November night with nothing more than a knife and cold heart. No, I am not actually dead but rather faking my death. It's just easier for the job to be done without anybody scratching at my records. I have many names, Abigail, Chloe, Rene... You get the point. Nobody can really make sense of who I am anymore, heck along the journey I've been slowly losing myself to the demon inside. We all have that naughty creature crawling up and down our spines, I just can't shake it off. It seems that everytime somebody puts a blade in my hand, that very demon stirs. I now have a new assignement. Kill Sam Winchester.