"Rowan, what the hell are you doing?" Sophie called walking into the living room where she had a notebook in her lap. She usually used this notebook for sketching and drawing. Sophie had always envied her friend's drawing abilities.

"What the fuck does it look like?" she held out a drawing that loosely resembled Sophie with a thought bubble that said 'I'm a dictator'. "Do we really have to go?"

"Yes, we do," she rolled her eyes at her friend's antics. They had been best friends since they were young and Rowan's family had taken her in. Now, they lived in a small house in Southern Georgia together. They found that small towns made it a lot easier for them to live in peace. Sophie did not have much to fear, but Rowan did. Sophie would be guilty by association though. Maybe I can fake an injury... Rowan thought to herself. "Don't even think about it!" Sophie warned.

"What?" Rowan asked innocently.

"You were going to fake an injury!"

"Damn you..." About a year ago, Sophie had developed a gift, the gift to read thoughts. She wasn't sure how, at first it would just be words, but then it became full phrases and it got easier and easier with time. "What have I told you about using your mind tricks on me?"

"Come on, let's just get it over with." Sophie walked over to the front door and pulled it open, but froze when she noticed two men standing outside. "Who are you?" she asked right away. She tried to read the taller one's mind, but she got nothing, so she looked to the shorter one's, he wasn't short by anyone's standards, but he was shorter than the other man.

"Sophronia Kennedy?" he asked.

"Who the hell wants to know?" she snapped.

"We're not here to hurt you or anything like that," the taller one said. "I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean. We need to talk to you, if that's okay."

"No. I have somewhere I need to be, now if you'll excuse me—Rowan!" she called over her shoulder.

"Nope, we're not going. I just got a call from my mom. They aren't coming in today," she stood from the couch and walked over to the front door, only pausing when she saw the two men at the front door.

"Well it looks like your schedule just opened up, Cupcake. Can we talk now?" Dean asked.

"I guess," Sophie sighed. "And it's just Sophie, not Sophronia."

"Sophie then," Sam smiled as she moved out of the doorway and she led the way to the couch, Rowan had gone back to drawing as she sat there.

"Sam, Dean, this is my pain in the ass roommate Rowan, Rowan this is Sam and this is Dean."

"Nice to meet you," Sam told her while Dean just nodded. "So, your mother, she passed away in a house fire, right?"

"How the hell would you know that?" Sophie jumped on the defensive.

"Mine died the same way," Sam explained.

"Yeah, I'm sure that's happened to a lot of people."

"Not on their six month birthday," Dean pointed out.

They were hunters, she realized. She looked over at Rowan, who hadn't stopped drawing and was unsure of what to do. They couldn't know what she was, they would kill her.

"So what? Look, I don't know you guys and I really don't want to, please just go."

"Maybe you would feel more comfortable if the two of us talked alone," Sam suggested.

"I don't think so," Sophie told them. She was about to kick them out again, but Sam looked so...desperate. She wished that she could tap into his thoughts, but she still got nothing. So, she sighed loudly and stood up. "Come with me to the back porch and we can talk," she told the two men.

"Me too?" Dean asked. And, for the sake of Rowan, she nodded and they followed her outside. She sat on the railing that went around the wooden patio.

"What was so important?" she questioned.

"Have you had any...abilities since you're twenty-second birthday?"

"Why? Have you?" she asked, nervously. How would they connect? Did this suddenly have something to do with her mother dying in a fire? What the hell was actually going on now?

"I have visions," Sam told her honestly.

"Alright, I read minds," she admitted.

"Do you? What am I thinking then?" Dean asked skeptically.

"You're thinking that Sam or 'Sammy' rather used to have nightmares about clowns eating his face off when he was a child."

"What the hell, Dean?"

"It was a test," the older of the two shrugged.

"Okay, what am I thinking?" Sam asked her. She tried once again to read his thoughts, but nothing came.

"I don't know," she admitted. "I can't read yours for some reason."

"What? Why?"

"Do I look like I know?" Sophie glared at him. "I didn't even know what all this was about until today."

"Have you ever had dreams about a yellow eyed man?" Sam asked, ignoring her glare.

"How would you know that?"

"Because, Cupcake—"

"Call me Cupcake again and we are going to have some real problems," she warned him.

"This thing is a demon," Sam explained. "The one that killed my mother and yours."

"A demon? That's what did this?"

"Yeah, a demon," Dean rolled his eyes.

"You're crazy," she started to walk back inside.

"Please wait," Sam called after her, she sighed and turned back around for a moment.

"What?"

"He's planning something big, a war and he wants us to be the soldiers, in your dreams, he's told you to do things, correct?"

"Yeah..." she didn't want to believe them, she didn't want to believe that this stuff existed. Thanks to Rowan, she knew that vampires existed but part of her wanted to believe that there wasn't a such thing as demons. "But I would never act on them. Killing my whole town isn't exactly ideal."

"Your whole town?"

"Yes. Rowan and I move a lot, usually to a small town and every time we move, I have a dream where he gives me instructions on how to do it, but I...I don't...y'know? I don't want to be a killer." This was the most honest she had been with them, even Rowan didn't know about the nightmares because she didn't want to admit that they were actually happening.

"Does he say anything else?" Dean asked.

"No, just the instructions."

"Hey Sophie," Rowan's head popped out of the back door and looked awkwardly at the two men standing there.

"Hmm?" she hummed in response, looking nervously at her friend, she didn't want Rowan near Sam and Dean simply because they were hunters.

"Uh my parents called...can I talk to you for a minute?" Rowan wasn't typically a nervous person, she was usually pretty hyper and in a good mood. But this was one of the few times that she made Sophie nervous.

"Excuse me, guys," she made her way back into the house and to the living room. "What is it?"

"There are hunters coming this way...We need to get out of here now."

"Sam and Dean are hunters."

"She wasn't talking about them...Ones that have been following mom and dad for years."

"Go get a bag together. I'll get rid of them," Sophie patted her Rowan's shoulder and hurried back outside, she knew that they couldn't have any more than an hour. She swung the door open quickly and looked at the two men, who seemed to be having their own conversation. "I have to go," she told them. "Please do the same..."

"What's going on?" Sam asked.

"You wouldn't understand," Sophie turned and headed for the stairs.

"Try and explain," he followed her.

"I don't have that much time...Plus, you're hunters, you couldn't understand...I...Please go."

"What the hell's that supposed to mean? Are you like hiding some sort of werewolf or something?" Dean stood next to his brother and watched her, she had gotten up two steps already.

"Vampire, if you must know." Sam held his brother back, knowing what he would like to do to this vampire. "She's not a 'normal' vampire – shes not a normal anything, really...But she doesn't kill people..."

"We ran into a group like that," Dean backed off, feeling like he needed to believe her.

"Her family was part of that group a long time ago...But just go. We've handled this before."

"No," Sam decided. "Let us help you."

"What?" Sophie and Dean both asked.

"Just trust me on this..." Sam gave his brother a 'we'll talk later' look.

"I don't know if I can," Sophie looked at them seriously. "You're hunters and..."

"We're not all that bad," Sam tried to coax her into it all.

"Fine...I...If you wanna help, we've got about an hour to pack. Sam help Rowan," she led the way upstairs. She felt like Sam would be less dangerous than Dean so she would send him to Rowan. "Her room is the second door. Dean, you can help me..." She opened her bedroom door and grabbed her two bags from the bottom of her closet.

"What do you want me to do, Princess?"

"First Cupcake and now Princess? What the hell's wrong with you?" she rolled her eyes. "Just call me Sophie, it's a lot simpler. And you can just start throwing the clothes in there into one of those bags." She went over to one of her shelves and began putting some of that stuff into the other bag. She knew that she needed to stop getting attached to stuff. There had been so many times that they moved and she had to leave some of her stuff behind because they couldn't fit it all.

Sophie grabbed a hair tie from her dresser and twisted her hair into a bun to keep it out of the way.

Dean started throwing her clothes into a bag, annoyed that Sam had volunteered him to help. He probably wouldn't have had a problem with it if it weren't for there being a vampire. He understood the situation; however, it was the hunter side of him who couldn't let that go. Who still wanted to kill Rowan just because she was a vampire.

"I know you're not happy about this," Sophie began. "And I know that regardless of the fact that Rowan doesn't hurt anyone, you want to kill her, but I have to warn you, if you so much as try, it will be the end of you too..." It wouldn't be the first time she and Rowan had had to take on hunters.

"It's kind of screwed up though," Dean pointed out. "She's the enemy to humans...she–"

"Has never killed a single human being, she isn't the enemy, Dean. You should know this from the group you dealt with a while ago..."

"How did you—mind reading, right," he answered his own question.

"Yep. Annoys Rowan too."

XxX

"Holy shit, is this your car?" Sophie exclaimed, moving towards the black Impala.

"Oh know," Sam murmured to himself.

"Yes it is," Dean said proudly.

"'67 Impala, amazing car and it looks perfect," she complimented, in love with the car. She couldn't wait to ride in it, she loved the way that old cars sounded.

"At least somebody appreciates it," Dean gave Sam a look.

"She won't after she hears you talk to it like it's a person," Sam rolled his eyes and got in the passenger seat. Dean popped the trunk and the two girls put their bags back there. Rowan got in on the driver's side and Sophie got in on the passenger's side.

When Dean turned the key, Sophie couldn't help the smile that grew on her face. She loved that engine sound. Dean too smiled, starting to like her a lot more.

"So where are we going?" Rowan asked, she had brought her notebook with her into the car, needing something to do on the long drive. Sophie typically did the driving for the two of them anyway so she tended to use the long car rides for time to draw.

"Not sure yet," Dean answered, pulling out onto the road and speeding away.

Sophie couldn't help but simply be happy that they were getting away from the danger of the hunters that were approaching. She just hoped that going with Sam and Dean wouldn't come back and bite her in the ass later.

AN: This is my first Supernatural story ever. I love the series and I kind of recently got hooked on it, so don't be mean please. I hope you enjoyed reading and there will be more to come. This is kind of just a start that I wrote with the help of a friend, she got me to start writing and she gave me ideas...and the title lol. Her name is G-Baby8991 check out some of her stuff too :). Reviews are always lovely and they motivate me further.

UPDATE 25 December 2015: Hello everyone. I've been thinking a lot about Supernatural (now that I'm mostly caught up) and then I started thinking about this story. I know it's been an entire year, but I'm going to revamp (haha reVAMP) and possibly finally do the sequel. Thank you all for reading :)