OK, so there are a lot of OC fics out there for SPN. And all of the ones I have read, mesh the OC into their lives and keep them there permanently. And while that might eventually happen for this fic, its definitely going to be different at first. The story is going to follow the OC. But I promise, the boys will be in every chapter. Thus I'm naming the chapters after the episode that each chapter is around. This one is around the time of Bloody Mary. You'll see :) Read, review and I hope you love it. Also...

Disclaimer: I do no own SPN or any of the characters. I also do not own the actors... wouldn't it be nice though. I put this here, on the first chapter, and I don't do another disclaimer. At least I'm doing one lol

Chapter 1: Bloody Mary

I check my cell phone. It was probably time for me to go. I'd come for a case too late it seemed. As I'd pulled up to the house of one of the victim's friends, I saw her smiling and waving to two men in a black '67 Chevy Impala. Even if I'd never seen the boys before, I'd heard rumors of the family. Heard of the car. It was hunter legend. The Impala was owned by the Winchester family. Sure there are probably lots of '67 Impalas out there. A lot of them were probably even black. But to be in such good condition, and to be there where there was a hunt? It couldn't be coincidence. In this job, you realize there is no such thing. The boys pull away, and so do I.

Of course I would find my way to a bar just outside of Toledo. Growing up on the job, you tend to drink. It was just a hunter thing. There had to be something to numb the nightmares the job brought. So as I stared at my shot of vodka, I shouldn't have been surprised when I saw the door open and in walk the Winchester boys. I assessed them silently, tipping back the shot and slamming the liquid. It burned its way down my throat and I flipped the shot glass upside down, leaning back in my seat as they passed by me. They sat at the table next to mine, the older of the boys shooting me a look that said a few things if you were as good at reading people as I am. First, he was upset, more than likely because I had the table with the best vantage point of the whole bar. As a hunter, he would want to be able to check out the entire place. Eyes always moving. Second, he was interested. He whispered something to his younger brother, who rolled his eyes, and pulled a laptop from a bag.

Even if I wasn't interested, which I had to be a fool not to be, his looks made me feel just a little bit self conscious. This was him, THE Dean Winchester. And the rumors about the Dean didn't just pertain to hunts. Some said he was quite the womanizer. I ran my hand through my shoulder length dark auburn hair, and straightened my shirt. Of course, I didn't look at him while I did. It's not like I'm a virgin, its just not every day that a legend gives you bedroom eyes. I glanced down at my empty glass, and raised my hand to the waitress, who was pretty quick to bring me a second shot. I knew I would need it if he were to approach. Which his body language was shouting. I handed her some cash, paying for both shots, and giving her a tip. I would stop there for the sense in getting drunk and having a hang over in the morning, it was a long drive to the next hunt I had lined up. As I stare down the shot in front of me, Dean slides into the chair in front of me. He introduces himself, giving a fake name and some cheesy identity. I give him a flirtatious smile.

"I'm Angela Bennett," I give him my reporter name. I'm a hunter after all. I do a lot of illegal things, and hunter or not, I just wasn't sure whether or not I would be giving Dean Winchester my real name.

"So, do you live in Toledo, Angela?" he asks. I fight a smile. I could already tell he was going to try out some pick up lines. So I had a decision to make. Sleep with him, or move on. Hunters run into each other all the time. So if I didn't tonight, I probably had a chance down the road. Not that I was sure I wanted that. But hey, life on the road is tough and lonely. So maybe eventually. I slammed my shot, flipping the glass, stood up and gave Dean another winning smile.

"Passing through Dean Winchester, just passing through," I told him. He looked shocked. I lean down to whisper. "I had you pegged for hunters when I first saw you. You're body language screams I've-seen-things-you-can-only-imagine. Not only that, but I've heard all kinds of stories about your family. So yea, I know exactly who you are. Sorry about the table by the way, hunter habit." I say raising my voice to normal tones. He looked relieved to know that I was just a hunter and not some crazy person. I reach my hand into my purse, and pull out a card with my reporter ID and my cell phone number on it. I was about to leave when he grabbed my arm. I shot him a warning glare.

"Wait, I haven't seen very many female hunters," he said lamely. I smirked, flopping down in my seat. Dean waved his brother over to the table. The younger Winchester sighs, picking his stuff up and shuffling over to the table. It was almost comical really. I held out my hand to the younger brother. I introduced myself, and waited for him to do the same. He gave Dean a look before introducing himself. "She's a hunter Sammy it's ok," Dean said. We talked for a little while, after I told them that I'd been coming to do the hunt that they'd just finished up. I pulled out a notebook and paper, taking down notes about the hunt they had done. The gave me a strange look. I blushed a little. "Why not just carry a journal?" Sam asked. Dean pulled his father's journal out of his jacket. I looked at the thing in horror.

"I... I just couldn't. Not like that anyways," I told them. They gave me another strange look. "I'll show you mine, you show me yours?" I questioned, indicating the door. Sam actually blushed that time, and Dean raised an eyebrow. "Cars," I clarified, standing from the table. The boys followed, paying for their drinks and grabbing their food to go. I had to laugh, when I realized that by some strange twist of fate, that they'd parked right next to my 2000 Chevy Malibu. It was black too. I hit the button on my keys, and the trunk popped up. I leaned against the bumper, waiting for the Winchester's to open their trunk. I'd had the trunk refitted, much like they had. The top was shallower, and there was a false bottom, leading to a larger than normal space in the bottom. I'd ditched the spare tire, and had filled the bottom part with hunting gear. Of course, mine is much more organized than theirs is. And that was my problem with the journal. I have a pretty bad case of OCD. While their space was a clutter of guns, ammo, knives and the like, mine was compartmentalized. I'd had the refitting professionally done, then painstakingly took 1/8th inch wooden panels and made my own boxes.

Looking at it all now, and showing these legends with their messy trunk, I actually started to feel embarrassed about my OCD. I've never met any other hunter who was organized like me. I closed the false bottom, and pulled 2 crates from the very back of the trunk. In the first were all of my lore books. In the second was a series of leather bound journals. I pulled them from the crate and set them side by side. Sam hesitantly reached out and grabbed the first. He opened it and flipped through the pages. "This is just about different types of ghosts, and ways you've defeated certain ghosts." he said. He grabbed the next. "And this is monsters. You have names, dates, hunting patterns. This is all pretty elaborate," Sam said. He looked impressed. Of course, he was a college student, so he could value something like this. Dean on the other hand, just looked a little bored.

"I'm thinking about maybe one day making a lore book. A good one, with valid information. Anyways," I started, trailing off. I put my books back in my crate and shut the trunk. There was also a journal for pagan gods, and one for demons. I scooted over to their trunk, and examined things. Nothing was new, and some of it was in bad shape. Some things were clearly hand made. "Oh!" I exclaimed. I picked up a thick wooden stake that was carved almost perfectly to a point. "Sometime in the future, you are going to have to show me how to carve a stake. Mine work, to a point, but they are no where near as good as these!" I grinned at Dean, knowing intuitively that they were his work. He looked pretty pleased with himself after that. I'm a people pleaser that way. Besides, who wouldn't want to impress the Winchesters?

"So where to next then, Angela?" Sam asked. I blushed. It was probably a good idea to tell them my real name if I was going to be friendly with them, and they would make good friends to know. But what would I tell them about where I was going next?

"Well... where to next, is wherever the next hunt is, I guess," I said smiling. I told them I'd hear rumors of bloodless corpses up near Stowe, Vermont, but that since I was going to be passing through Ohio I'd stopped there first. "I just hope that no one's jumped on my case this time too," I joked. They gave me another look. I sighed.

"You know there are people out there, older hunters, that get information on cases together and send the younger hunters out to work, right?" Dean asked. I nodded, explaining that I didn't really have a lot of contacts. He sighed, and pulled out his cell phone. I did the same and he quickly gave me his and Sam's phone numbers. "How do you get past all the red tape on some of these cases?" I had the grace to look ashamed.

"A little bribery here, some less than modest clothing there... I get by," I said skirting the truth. "It helps that I don't use any high profile aliases. Med student for the morgues, reporter for crime scenes. Those are my main ones anyways," I said giving a smile. A thought seemed to cross Dean's mind.

"So, this being a thankless job and all, what's your specialty?" he asks. I gave him a confused look. "Making money? You play pool?" he asked. He looked a little excited.

"Why you going to some other dive with a pool table looking to make a quick buck?" I joked. He laughed, saying something about how Sam's lost his touch. My stomach dropped. I wasn't very good at pool or any other scam really. I reached in my purse, grabbing some cash, and handing it to him. "I'll do you one better, have some cash," I told him. He accepted it hesitantly. There was at least 250 there. He whistled. I could see the look on his face, knew that he was going to ask. "I gotta have some mysteries, Dean Winchester," I said, getting into my driver's seat. It was time to make my escape. I backed out of my spot, and rolled down the window. "By the way, my real name is Catherine Collins," I told them. Driving away.

So... chapter one! Hope you guys liked it. Next chapter is a look into Cat's hunting style.