Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Teen Wolf series, or any of the characters, plot-lines, dialogues from the shows or books.

However, I do own this current storyline and any additional characters that do not belong to Supernaturals. Only Allison Argent from Teen Wolf series is in the book. Characters in this story may not have the same opinion as you. These characters are all fictional.


"I can't. I can't take your pain," Scott McCall said, tears running down his cheeks as he looked at the dying brunette in his arms.

"It's because it doesn't hurt," She managed to get the words out. A reassuring smile on her face even though it hurt to see her first love like that.

"No," Scott said in a broken tone because he knew she wasn't gonna make it, and the truth hurts.

"It's okay," Allison said. It was not his fault. It was never their fault. They were just kids who try their best to do the good thing.

"Allison," he sobbed, unable to do anything.

"It's okay. It's okay," Allison reassured him even when she could feel the metallic taste in her mouth. But she was really okay. "It's perfect. I'm in the arms of my first love. The first person I ever loved. The person I'll always love. I love you. Scott. Scott McCall."

"Don't, please, don't. Allison don't, please," Scott begged her to fight like she always does. To fight death...the inevitable.

"You have to tell my dad," She stuttered, feeling the ball in her throat tighten, and her airflow blocked. "You have to tell my dad. Tell him."

Allison jerked awake from her bed, gasping for air, a scream about to tare out from her throat. She looked on either side and saw someone sleeping on the spare bed next to her, while the other one was perched in a chair by the table, looking through a laptop, and a worn-out journal simultaneously.

It took her a few seconds to realize who the strangers were, and where she was. The last thing she remembered was crying herself to sleep, exhausted with everything she heard and saw. To comprehend the fact that she was not in her world anymore.

Of course, Allison was skeptical at first.

But Sam, the one with puppy eyes, opened his laptop and asked her to check for herself. And Allison did...only to find there was no Beacon Hills, no Beacon county. No social media accounts of any of her friends. There wasn't a Security Consulting firm that belonged to their family. She tried their phones, checked the names of hunters she knows. And not a single person or thing was there. Even those very few that existed were not the same one's Allison knew.

When tears ran down her cheeks, Sam decided it was enough of research and asked her to get some shut-eye and told her they will talk the next day about everything. Allison didn't even fight when sleep took over with how exhausted her body was.

"You okay?" The nonchalant question got Allison's rapidly beating heart under control. It informed her she was real, and what she just had was a dream...or a nightmare.

"Yeah," Allison swallowed as she and rubbed her hand over her face, to pry away the drowsiness. "Yeah. Just, um, just a memory." She squinted her eyes a little to see the question was from Dean Winchester. The older and sarcastic brother.

The brunette looked around the room for water when she suddenly felt like her mouth was dry, and saw a bottle sitting on the tabletop next to the Dean's half-drunk beer.

She threw off the motel's crappy blanket and walked towards the table and grabbed the bottle of water. She sipped at it in small gulps, trying her best to not chug the whole lot at once and die choking.

"By the way, if you are hungry, there is still a Burrito left," Dean said, leaning back into the chair he sat on.

At the mention of food, Allison's stomach growled, and her cheeks heated up. She cleared her throat, "Yeah. I should probably do that. Um, thanks."

"Beer?" He offered, raising the beer bottle in his hands.

"I am seventeen," The words stumbled out of Allison's mouth before she could stop. Dean lifted his eyebrow in surprise. "18 now, I guess. 19 in January." The girl was 17 when she went missing in her universe, Dean decided. And she was already a Matriarch for this Argent family hunters.

Allison licked her chapped lips and broke the awkward spell. "You get some sleep," She suggested to the Dean. "I won't be getting any now."

"Are you sure it's not because you want to browse more about Beacon Hills?" He tried to tease but winced when he saw Allison's face. "Sorry, too soon."

When the brunette didn't respond, Dean sighed and got up from the chair. "Alright, then. You know the password now, so... knock yourself out," he said, going over to the now-empty bed. He paused in his step and turned around. "Just...don't watch porn with us in the room."

"Got it," Allison said, rolling her eyes with a tight smile. But she really did appreciate his crappy way to lift her spirits. But Allison decided to be a better person and inform Dean Winchester that he is not as funny as he likes to think when she does part ways with the brothers.

As Dean dropped on to his bed with a thud, Allison just shook her head at his ungraceful manner and grabbed the aforementioned Mexican food and sat in the empty chair, opposite to the Dean seat, and nibbled on it.

After her hunger was satisfied and the wrapper was tossed into the bin, Allison sat back in the chair and ran a hand through her hair, tucking the stray ones behind her ears. She lifted the laptop, that's facing the other side, and placed it in front of her.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, contemplating what to type in the search engine. She nibbled on her lips a few times, as her right leg tapped against the floor. A nervous tic. She doesn't want to look for something that she knows she won't find, Allison decided at last. What would her mother say? "You are an Argent, Allison. Get over it, and stop looking for sympathy. Situations like this need to be approached unemotionally."

Allison Argent has two options in front of her, She could cry her eyes out, or she could figure out what the problem is and plan accordingly. With a deep breath, she typed the first thing that came to her mind. The names, Sam and Dean Winchester. Hoping to find something about the strangers that let her stay over without asking a single question. Allison was sure they must've seen a lot of shit for them to not even gape that she came from a totally different universe.

They don't have any social media accounts. At least none she could find on Facebook or Twitter. But something certainly caught her eye. It was a series of books with their names as main characters. It was written by Carver Edlund. Allison would've brushed it off usually, but the description of the book talked about two brothers, Sam and Dean, no last names, who hunt monsters, traveling around the world.

Saving people, hunting things. The family business.

So Allison downloaded the free sample on Amazon and read the prologue. The characters in the book were described exactly as the brothers.

Sam, the giant puppy, the researcher, pre-law student, as the younger brother. Dean, the green-eyed sarcastic, who uses a lot of movie references, as the elder brother. They have an Impala just like the one Allison could see from her window that is parked below the motel, and they too carry around a lot of fake Id's.

However, she found it utterly horrible when she read Sam's girlfriend died at the end of the prologue, the same way his mother died in his nursery. Allison decided to buy the whole book once she leaves as her interest piqued with each page. But for now, she kept it aside and deleted the history as she didn't want them to know she stalked.

She read the time and saw that almost two hours were passed. The brunette closed the laptop shut and massaged her tired eyes. When she opened them, moments later, her gaze fell on the book Dean was looking through.

Allison turned to her right and found the brothers still sleeping. So she grabbed the journal without hesitation, looked through it. As she browsed through it, she figured it was a hand-written Bestiary. It talked about all the monsters. Demons, werewolves, vampires, kitsunes, shapeshifters, ghosts, wendigos, zombies, witches, djinns, ghouls, skinwalkers, vetalas, wraiths, reapers, pagans, Greek and Egyptian gods... There was everything and anything.

The journal somehow represented the same book that was mentioned in the novel she read earlier. John, who was the father of Dean and Sam, left his journal with them before he went missing. It has every evil thing the brothers need to know, just like the journal Allison's currently reading. The more she thought about it, the more similarities she found, which unnerved her to a great deal.

By the time Sam Winchester got up, Allison had learned about the different breed of werewolves and Kitsunes in the universe, and how to kill them effectively. The sigils and weakness of demons and ghosts. She also researched the different supernatural lore on the internet. As soon as she heard the bed creak from her right side, she set the book and the laptop aside. She titled her head to both and stretched her stiff muscles.

"Morning," Sam greeted her, yawning. He closed his eyes for a second and opened them suddenly alert. "Please tell me, Dean didn't order you to give him the bed," he pleaded. His voice barely above a whisper.

"Oh! No," Allison said, waving her hands, "I wasn't sleepy. So I offered it to him," and Sam released a sigh of relief.

"That's good," he muttered and looked at the time. It read at 6:30. "I am gonna go for a run," he informed Allison, or that's what she told him the other day.

"Um, Mind if I join," Allison quipped. "I could really use the fresh air and look at the world outside."

"You sure?" Sam asked, raising his eyebrow. The girl cried herself to sleep the other day, and Sam didn't want her to stress out any more than she already is after finding out she is not in her own universe.

"Yeah. Sure," Allison said. And Sam nodded. He wanted to ask her a few questions anyway. Maybe they can figure out how to send her back once he has all the information.

"Can you jog in those?" Sam asked, pointing at her boots.

"I hunt in them. I am sure I can manage to jog," Allison said, casually, as she picked up her boots from the bedside.

"Huh," Sam made a sound in the back of his throat and shrugged his shoulders, saying, "Alright. Let's be back before Dean wakes up."

Twelve minutes into the jog, Sam decided to question. "So, Allison. You said you are from the hunter's family."

"Yeah. The Argent family line goes back to the early 1700s," Allison said. She felt like she vowed him a few answers for helping her. Not all, but some... at the very least.

"1700's?" Sam inquired.

"Yeah. And the first Argent hunter was a woman named Marie-Jeanne. She had to kill her own brother when he turned into a werewolf and killed hundreds of people," Allison said, reminiscing back to the story her father told her when the brunette took on the leadership. "Which is why our family follows a Matriarchal leadership. Knowing war and violence are typically started by men, we place the final decisions, the hard ones with the women. While the sons are trained to be soldiers, the daughters...to be leaders."

Sam looked impressive, to say the least when he heard the story of a family with a surprisingly progressive tradition. "It must be hard," Sam commented, "To have such a huge responsibility on your shoulders. What are you? 18?"

"17, actually. The timeline's a little wonky here, so 19 in two months. I should not have come into the leadership just yet. But when my mom died..." Her voice grew soft at that, "I had to step up. It didn't matter if I was seventeen years old. I had shit to do, so I had to get over it."

She halted in her footsteps when they came to a crossroads. Allison pointed her hand to left, saying, "Hey. I searched for some thrift shores earlier on google, and one of them is just ahead. Mind making a detour? 'Cause I would really like to not wear the clothes I died in anymore longer than I already have."

"Excuse me?" Sam choked on air. "Did you just..."

"How do you think I came to an entirely different universe out of nowhere?" Allison said, "Because that was the only possible explanation I could come with. Someone screwed up my journey to the afterlife."


Here comes the 1st chapter. Anyway, this will be the last update for this story. I will resume the work after my exams in September. So sit tight until then and tell me if you liked it...

Lots of love.