Hello everyone, I am new to the whole Supernatural fandom, though I am not new to fanfiction. Thank you to those who chose to give this story a chance and read. This story is a crossover with one of my favorite book series known as Cassidy Jones and takes place after the fourth book Cassidy Jones and the Luminous by Elise Stokes. I wanted to write a fun story about the Winchester brothers meeting Cassidy. Hope you'll enjoy. Don't be afraid to leave a review.

Prologue

She ripped the warehouse door off its hinges and tossed it aside. Her metal hands were daintily covered in laced gloves. A laced, white summer dress came down to her alloy knees. She was covered from neck down in an armored suit. The suit was merged to her skin and she was cursed to wear the blasted thing until her death. Atop her blond curls, she wore a prim summer hat.

She was beautiful, elegant, and at first glance you would find her charming and innocent. But, if a person stared into those startling blue eyes long enough they would notice a calculating manipulation. Those eyes were icier than Antarctica in the winter. She was cruel. A selfish witch who would shoot her own brother if a situation called for it. These traits combined with the Vulcan suit made her a deadly adversary that most would rather not face. It made her the perfect assassin.

Applying red lipstick to her plump lips, she entered the warehouse in search for the creatures she wanted to see. A silk purse hung from her arms, swinging in rhythm to her soft steps. Readjusting her hat, she kicked down a second door.

She entered the open room. Metal chains hung from the ceiling and birds fluttered between the rafters. The ground was covered in soot and the smell of sulfur stood out in the musky air. A smirk curved her red lips as her eyes took in the details of the hideout.

In the far corner there was a table. Six men sat around it, their blank eyes watching the intruder. The woman continued her slow entrance. A charming, but condescending smile graced her lips. The men stood. Two wore business suits. One wore a construction site outfit. One was a nurse. While the other two seemed to be high school science teachers. She stopped half way, nodding her head in greeting.

"Gentlemen,"she started as she opened her purse and pulled out a make-up mirror. Her eyes never strayed far from the six creatures as she powdered her fair nose. "I have a-"

Their eyes flickered black, lips curling into a snarl. They pulled out knives, each gleaming and sharp. Two of the creatures ran forward. Bob the builder and one of the teachers. The woman rolled her eyes, carefully putting the mirror away. She stripped off her delicate gloves, not wanting them to get dirty. They were designer after all.

"Now, Darlings,"she said, her voice condescending. "I was hoping for a nice chat. A bit of civility." One of the demons tried to strike her down, but she avoided his blow. Her hand shot out, fingers wrapping around the wrist of the hard-hatted demon. The bones crunched beneath her grip as she slammed the creature into the ground.

Her foot shot out and connected with the one wearing a bowtie. The demon went flying into the nearby wall. The wall crumbled around him. She stood up, straightening the wrinkles out of her dress. "But, it doesn't seem civility is possible with you people,"she commented. Her nose wrinkled at the filth as she turned to face the other four, who were observing the fight.

Obviously, those four were not the hired hand. They were the commanders. The astute leaders of the rogues. She sent a pleasant smile in their direction, politely clearing her throat and fluffing her curls. These were the four, she needed to talk to.

"Shall we try this again?"She asked. The demons didn't respond. Instead her answer was the demon, on the ground, thrusting the knife into her back. Of course, the pathetic blade was unable to penetrate her metallic skin. She, gracefully, rolled her eyes. Her foot slammed into the monsters chest. She yanked the knife out of the demon's grip. The second attacker, wisely, stayed away.

"I've had enough of you," she informed the demon. She twirled the knife, tossing it aside. She slowly drove her index finger into it's heart. The creature convulsed underneath her. Bright orange lights flashed within before the struggling ended. The demonic creature laid dead, eyes empty, staring at the ceiling.

For the second time, she stood up. Her eyes surveyed the other five beasts. She waited for a second attack, but when none came, she plucked out a handkerchief from her purse and wiped the blood off her alloy hand. She, thoughtfully, put her gloves back on. She tucked the loose curls back into place before checking her makeup in the mirror. She snapped the hand mirror shut.

Stepping further into the room, she avoided the blood that coated the floor. "And then there were five."

She placed her hands on her hips, pointing to the four who stood back during the fight.

"My name's Lily White,"she introduced. The cold smile curved her lips once more. "And I would like to make a deal."

I hope you enjoyed that chapter. Please let me know what you think. I will be posting more in the future. Sam and Dean will be making their entrance next chapter. Happy reading. :)