Hey, it's ShadowAngel116 with a new story from the newest hit series, "Supernatural." Of course, I'm gonna use the same main characters: Sam and Dean Winchester. The worst thing is: I don't own them…. oh well…. But, that doesn't mean I can't say how hot they are….especially Dean…hehe…Every now and then, I'm probably gonna write in shorthand…can't expect cantos to be perfect….canto pride! -:

Reminders (yep, changed them since some don't work here.)

" " -Characters Talking

- - Characters Thinking

CAPS/Lower case- Sounds/ Noises

(A/N) - Meh comments


Chapter 1- "Déjà Vu?"

16 years ago…..

"Daddy, where're you going?" A 6-year-old girl asked, rubbing her eyes.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. Daddy's going out to the store. Go back to sleep," the father replied.

"But, Daddy, all the stores are closed. It's 12 AM!"

"A different kind of store that sells things that protect you from bad people, honey."

"What kinda store is that, Daddy?"

"I'll tell you in the morning."

"Can I have a bedtime story? I can't sleep."

"No sweetie. Go to bed, okay? I'll see you in the morning."

"Okay, Daddy. Good night!"

"Good night, Allison."


Present Time….

22-year-old Allison Fielding stood in front of her mirror, brushing her long dark chocolate hair with her brush. She wore a small hooded black jacket with a tank underneath and jeans from L.E.I.

"Why are you getting dressed up, Allie? It's almost bedtime!" Allison looked over at the door to see her 6- year- old little sister, Carrie, rubbing her eyes and yawning.

"I feel like taking a little walk, Carr. Don't worry."

"But Daddy said to never go outside at night. Bad people will get you!"

"Well, those bad people will get their asses kicked," Allison replied and put down her brush. "Besides, Mommy and Daddy are fighting, Carrie. I want to get some fresh air and peace before they start it up again."

"B-but, there's fresh air here, Allie!" Carrie's voice and lower lip trembled while her eyes welled up, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks.

"Carrie," Allison warned. Her little sister looked at her with huge puppy eyes. (A/N: Aww! How could you say no to that?)

SIGH... "Oh, all right. I won't go." Carrie squealed and leapt into her arms. -I'll just go out when you're asleep,- she thought. After a brief hug, she released Carrie. "Now, go get ready for bed!" she pushed Carrie a little and watched her run off.


Later that night….

Creak! Allison tried to walk down the staircase to the front door without her siblings waking up.

"Allison Joyce Fielding, where are you going?" Allison turned to see her mother, in her bathrobe, her arms crossed, a stern parental look on her face.

"Out for fresh air and some peace."

"Isn't there fresh air and plenty of peace in here?"

"Not if that's hot air you and Dad've been blowing around. As for peace, you guys argue so much, I'm surprised the neighbors don't complain."

"You know this is all your fault, Jake." Allison's father came into view, wearing a t-shirt and jeans, newspaper in hand. He looked at Allison then at his wife.

"What is my fault, Alice?"

"I wanted to go outside for fresh air and some peace, Dad."

"Sure why not?"

"Why not?" her mother screeched. "Jake, you should know by now that there are thieves and kidnappers and whatnot out there in that jungle! Why don't you just send out our daughter out to a brothel then!"

"Our daughter just wants to go outside. That's not against the law yet."

"You aren't protecting your daughter! Sooner or later, she's going to be caught doing drugs or something stupid, and when it happens, I'll be here telling how wrong you were, you bastard!"

"Alice, do not use that tone with me." Her father's voice was quiet, but deadly. He was slowly but surely, losing his temper. "My daughter has been taught thoroughly how to protect herself if needed."

"Oh, so that makes her certified to just go outside any time she likes, huh? You don't even give a shit about what our daughter does! That's what makes you a bad father!" Allison saw her father's face turn red then purple.

"Oh, and that makes you perfect?" he roared. "You teach the kids useless stuff like piano and violin! What use is that, huh? They should be learning how cruel the world is and how they can deal with it!"

"Piano is not useless! It teaches them to be musically talented!"

"I saw you the other day with Nikki, teaching her how to put on makeup! That's completely useless! You should be telling your daughter that she's beautiful the way she is, not slapping on makeup for something as little as going to the mall! You're making our children to become bitches and bastards!"

They went back and forth, shrieking and yelling. Even Carrie, Nikki, and Joey were standing at the top of the stairs, watching this new debate. Finally, Allison couldn't take it anymore.

"SHUT UP!" Allison screamed. Her parents stopped shouting at each other and stared at their daughter, who spun around and ran out of the hell she was drowning in.

"Allie!" Her siblings' voices trailed behind her as Allison ran as fast as she could, then collapsed onto the soft grass, crying and gasping for air.


RUSTLE.. As her tears ran down her face, her sharp ears caught a rustle in the bushes and looked up just in time to see a dark figure race past. Wiping her tears from her face, she got up and sprinted in the direction that she saw the figure run. After a while, she stopped and suddenly pivoted on her hip, leg lashed out.

POW! "Ow!" Allison knew immediately that there was a person there and grabbed where she suspected their neck was and shifting her weight to her hand, she pushed the person down. She felt the person grab her wrists, and she tried to pull away, but the person held onto her, and pulled her to them.

"Whoa! Easy, tiger!" A very cute guy with brown hair in his twenties said and grinned at her.

"Who the hell are you?" Allison demanded.

"Federal Agent Manor. I got a call from somewhere around here." Allison looked at the guy. He didn't seem like he was lying, but not telling the truth either.

"Show me your badge, Agent." The guy released one of her wrists to reach into his pocket. After fumbling around, he took it out and handed it to her. Opening it with her free hand, she studied it closely, and then tossed it away.

"You can duplicate those easily."

"Smart." He chuckled. "I like that in a girl."

"I'm gonna ask you again: Who the hell are you?"

"Name's Dean. Dean Winchester. You?"

"What are you doing on my property?"

"That's some name."

"Quit kidding around and answer my question." With her freed arm, she put her lower arm to his neck. "Or you get an elbow-to the throat."

"Let me get up, then."

"Better not try any funny stuff." Allison stood and he got up.

RUSTLE... A rustle in the bushes made them both look into the darkness and silently, Dean walked towards the trees and reached out and grabbed something.

"Ow! Let go of me, Dean!" Allison watched as Dean wrestled with a guy then let him go. This guy was a little taller than Dean, had shaggy brown hair, but was just as cute.

"Who are you?" Allison asked.

"I'm Dean's brother, Sam Winchester. And who are you?" Sam seemed to be more polite than his brother and reached out to shake her hand.

"Allison Fielding." Allison shook his hand.

"It's dangerous for a girl to be out at night, you know," Dean said. Allison rolled her eyes.

"Psh. I'm 22. I can handle myself. You still haven't answered my question: What are you doing on my property?"

"We got a call to come here."

"For what?"

"Stuff."

Allison was starting to get really pissed off. "Will you just tell me? It's not gonna kill you if you tell me, is it?" The two brothers looked at each other for a while, and they stood there, silent.

"All right. We'll tell you." Allison waited.

"We get calls about supernatural stuff. Like vampires, spirits, demons, stuff like that." Allison scoffed.

"You know that stuff's not real, right?"

"Oh yeah? Then what's that?" Dean pointed behind her. Allison turned around to see something like a person coming towards her, but the thing opened its mouth and she saw fangs. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sam getting a gun out, but being faster as usual, raced towards it and kicked it right across the face, sending it flying. Then she grabbed her knife out of her pocket and threw at the thing, slicing its head off.

"A vampire. Great."

"By the way, why are you here?" asked Dean.

"I live here." Allison pointed in the direction of her house. She began to walk in that direction. "And now I'm going home." The brothers didn't stop her as she walked off to her house.


Fielding Residence

SLAM! "Mom! Dad? Where the heck is everybody?" Allison yelled. She walked around the house, seeing no one, until she entered the living room. "Where is everybody?" she murmured as she looked around.

Drip. Allison felt something warm on her arm. She looked at it then felt another one. -Where is this coming from?- she thought curiously and looked up.

"No!" she screamed as she saw her parents pinned on the ceiling, both stomachs slashed, blood dripping onto the floor. "Carrie! Joey! Nikki!" Allison raced around the house now and found her brother and sisters tied up, their eyes glassy. Puncture holes filled their skin. Allison ran over to her siblings, hugging them and sobbing.

Suddenly, she smelled smoke. Immediately, she stood up and ran back to the living room to find it on fire. She stared up at the ceiling; her parents were gone. She ran back to the place where she found her siblings and saw that room was on fire as well. Allison was just about to grab a bucket of water to save her little brother and sisters; when the floor collapsed under her and down she went, screaming…


A/N: Cliffhanger! Lolz….plz R&R n I'll try 2 put the next chapter up soon! -