HI! So I have fallen in love with Supernatural! Only took me the first episode to fall hard xD... Anyways this is a corss between Supernatural and Criminal Minds... only it takes a while to get to the FBI :) I would love to hear your comments on my story... so please review!

My name is Clara Shaw, and honestly I don't expect you care or actually read my story but I can't not tell anyone. You know those stories about people having two different lives, and then one day they just suddenly clash? Well, this is kinda of one of those stories only I can bet you, you have never heard one like his before.

I guess I should start from the beginning. When I was growing up I had a somewhat normal life. My mother died in the delivery room, and my brother died shortly after begin born. We were supposed to be twins but I guess not everything goes the way it is supposed to. My dad was the only family I had. He was kind, loving but he kind of fell off the wagon when I turned 13. He had raised me all alone and when I started gaining my independence he just couldn't handle being alone sometimes. He would drink so much and I would find him passed out on the lawn.

I begged him to stop, and he would but it only took a few weeks before he would come home smelling like booze, cheap women and smoke. Growing up in a small town like Lawrence had its advantages, like everyone on the block knew each other, which was also a disadvantage. You see my dad was a stand up member of the community until he started drinking. I was the girl with a drunk for a father and the girl who didn't talk to anyone.

Listen to me complaining, my childhood wasn't that bad. My dad did teach me a lot of things; how to take care of myself, how to cook, how to sow, and the thing I find most important, my dad tough me the world isn't all roses and trust is something you need to build and earn.

Now in small towns word travels fast and when I turned 14, people began to talk. I ignored all they had to say because I just didn't care. I was smart, I got straight A's, and just because I didn't make friends didn't mean that other kids were better than me. Sure kids could be cruel and I would be lying if I said I never came home with tears in my eyes and a black eye but it never bothered me all that much.

On my 16th birthday is when everything began to change. My dad would stay out longer and sometimes he wouldn't come home for days. I began to wonder why he would be gone for so long. Sure I asked countless time but I never got a real answer.

" Clara!" My dad banged on my door at 7 in the morning. " Come on wake up!" He yelled. It was saturday, why did I have to wake up?

" What?" I said as I opened the door.

" Come on get dressed we have to go." he said. I stood there confused as my dad had the most panicked look on his face. I didn't waste time and just did as I was told. I threw my dark hair into a ponytail and grabbed my jeans an a sweater. As I left my room I saw my dad standing at the door with two bags. I was confused so I rushed down the stairs.

" What's going on?" I asked my dad. He didn't answer. He was just staring at the sky. It was dark and cloudy. He looked as if he was shaking.

" Do you remember when you were about 6?" He asked. " You got really sick and we spent most of that year in the hospital?" he asked.

" Yeah? kinda the worse year ever." I giggled a bit.

" You were so sick and..." He paused. Then he turned and he had tears in his eyes as he quickly hugged me. I could feel the tears splash on my neck as he squeezed me tightly.

" Dad? What's wrong?" She asked.

" David?" A low voice asked from the door. He had said my father's name in a somber tone which worried me.

"John." my dad stood quickly and shook the man's hand. " Thank you for this. I owe you one." My dad said as John put a hand on his shoulder.

"We have to go soon." John said. My dad nodded to him and he walked back to a car on the street. I watched as the strange man stood leaning on the hood with two others. Just boys. One looked around my age and the other a few years older. The three said nothing.

" Dad?" I asked.

" Listen to me very carefully." He grabbed my shoulders. " I need you to be strong okay?" He asked and my eyes grew in pain as I saw the fear in his. " John is a good friend of mine and he is going to fill you in on everything. And most of it is going to sound crazy, but trust me honey everything he says is the truth." He said quickly as he reached into his pocket. He took out a gold chain with a star at the end. " This was your mother's, she was going to give it to you on your first birthday but before she died she told me to wait until you needed it." He said locking it around my neck.

I had no idea what was going on. I watched my dad take the two bags to John who gave them to the younger boy. He sighed as he put it in the truck. I stood alone in my house. Then just as my dad was about to come back the door slammed and the lights began to flicker. Then a strong wind came and blew me right off my feet. I tumbled into the wall as I begun to hear voices. They were laughing, and calling my dad's name along with mine.

" Dad!" I called out in confusion and just as I did the door came down and my dad rushed to me. He picked me up and shoved me behind him.

" Alright. I get it time's up." My dad yelled to no one. Then just as he began to push me out of the house the sound of dogs came from the kitchen. Not just any dogs, angry and big dogs. My dad narrowed his eyes. " John get her out of here now!" He ordered and I felt two large hands grab me by the shoulders and drag me out of the house.

" What are you doing! Let me go. Dad!" I fought against John's grip. Then I stopped in my tracks as my father's eyes met mine. He looked at peace and not scared. Then it was all gone with one painful scream. Blood splattered the walls, and my dad began to scream even more. It looked like he was being ripped apart. I couldn't move. My eyes couldn't look away. Then suddenly my whole world felt like it just collapsed and then so did I. My eyes rolled back into my head and I fell to the ground. " What's happening?" I asked myself then my mind went dark.

" Clara?" I heard my name being called. I slowly opened my eyes and found I was no longer in my front yard. " Clara?" The voice came again. My eyes shot opened and I sat up quickly. I rushed to the corner of the bed away from the man sitting at the edge.

" Who are you? Where am I? What just happened?" I asked all in one breath.

The man's face fell a bit. " My name is John, John Winchester. I am a friend of your dads." he said as he hung me head.

" Where is he?" I demanded as I pushed off the bed. The bed was now separating me and John.

" Look Clara, This is going to be hard to hear. I'm really sorry but your father is gone." he said standing up.

I shook my head. " No that's not true. Where is my father." I said narrowing my eyes at him. John just shook his head and then it came back to me. All that I had just seen. My dad being ripped to shreds and dog howls. " He's... He's dead?" I asked.

" I am so sorry." John said.

I looked down and I couldn't breathe. I clutched my stomach and heart. Then my head shot up. "Where am I?" I asked.

" You're in a friend of mine's house." He said. " Now I really need to talk to you about all that has happened." he said.

" Why did you bring me here?"

" Because your father asked me to."

" Wait! You knew he was going to die?" I asked with anger in my eyes.

" Yes." John said as he straightened his back.

" Why didn't you help him!" I yelled.

" I couldn't." John snapped back quickly. " Look there are things you don't understand." he started.

" Oh no I understand. Whatever just happened my dad is dead because you didn't help him!" I yelled back.

" No, Clara listen to me!" John spoke loudly and in an angry tone. " You father is dead because he made a deal with a demon." He said flatly. I couldn't help but laugh. That was ridiculous. " I am not joking." he said and the way he spoke made me believe him. " Your father made a deal to sell his soul to save you." He said.

" What?" I asked almost out of breath.

" When you were six you got really sick. He told me that you were days away from dying. So he summoned a cross roads demon and made a deal, he gave up his soul so you could be healthy." John said. I said nothing. " All those things that people say aren't real, like ghosts, vampires, or the things that go bump in the night are real." John said.

" okay! Well if you will excuse me you need to get back to the mental ward and I have a father to bury." I said with a bit of a laugh. He was crazy.

" Today is your 16th birthday." John said and I stopped walking and looked at him. " people who make deals are given ten years before their soul is cashed in. Ten years ago today your dad saved your life by sealing his fate." John said. " And the noises you heard, the growling and the howling, that was real too. They're called hell-hound, they take the person's life." John said.

" How do you... no wait. How did my dad know about all this stuff?!" I asked quickly.

" because he was a hunter." John said.

I had to laugh. " Yea I don't know if you knew my father but he is..." I paused. " Was, a sales clerk for an insurance company who didn't even own a gun." I said.

" No, your dad was a hunter who killed evil things and saved a lot of people's lives, and he owned many guns and knives to."

" Why in the world should I believe anything you are saying?" I asked.

" Fine I'll prove it." He said as he walked out of the room. I followed. The house was old and kind of messy. We walked into the yard which was basically a junk yard that had many cars crushed and rusting. " This was your father's car." He said. " Right?" As he pointed to the 1970 Chevelle SS. My eyes grew.

" yeah." I smiled a bit. I was always in love with that car. My dad promised for my 18 birthday it would be mine and I couldn't wait to drive it. He loved that car as well, he took better care of 'her' then himself.

" Well then these are his to." John said walking around to the trunk. I shook my head when he opened it because it was just like a normal... "Right?" he stopped me from shaking my head when I saw him lift up the bottom on the trunk and revel a whole armory. My mouth dropped open. There were guns, knives and other random weapons lining the bottom of the trunk. " Then there is this." John handed me a book. It was old-looking. " Every hunter keeps a journal. That was your fathers." He said as I opened it.

The book was written page to page with his handwriting. There were drawings, spells, chants, and lists of ingredients. My eyes couldn't leave the pages. He wrote about monsters, ghosts, and a bunch of other things I have never heard of before.

" Oh my god." I whispered out. " This... this is crazy." I said as I started to fall against the car. " he never told me..."

" he was trying to protect you and hid his secret." John said.

I finally closed his journal and I just stared into the beyond. I took a deep breath. " Holy crap." I said. " this is a lot to take in." I said. " So all my life my dad lied to me and fed me lies about the monsters under my bed?" I asked.

" Well fathers do what they can to protect their children." John said as he looked at the house and saw his own two boys coming toward then. I watched as John's eyes fell a bit to the ground. They must have been his sons.

" Your sons?" She asked just before the two boys stood in front of them.

" Sam, and Dean." The boys smiled to her. Dean was the older one who just nodded quickly than up to his father. But Sam looked more heart-broken for me. Sounds a bit selfish but his eyes they were hurting.

" How you holding up?" Sam spoke softly.

" As good as I can when you find out you father isn't who you thought he was." I shrugged. Sam smirked a bit.

" Clara you will be staying with Bobby for a while." John pointed to the older man standing at the door. " He is a hunter to, he will answer any other questions."

" What? Are you leaving?" She asked looking up to John who smiled.

" Hunters like us have to keep moving. Staying in one place to long can be dangerous." John said. " But Sam is going to stay back for a bit." Sam looked up in confusion. "I know you didn't choose this but once you were old enough your dad was going to teach you how to be just like one of us."

" Dad." Dean spoke up. " Maybe now isn't the best time to.."

" She needs to hear it Dean." John barked back at his eldest son. Dean looked at me with sympathy but then took a step back. I appreciated him trying to spare my feelings but I didn't know why he cared.

" Bobby and Sam will teach you some things and when I get back I'll teach you how to do what we do." John said.

" but.." I was about to protest but John already had started walking away. I was so confused. So much had happened in the last few hours and I didn't even have time to deal with my father's death before I was being pushed in another direction. Sam sighed as he led me inside.

" Try to get some sleep and in the morning if your up for it... Well we will just see how it goes." he said as he led me upstairs. he smiled as I looked around the empty room. He closed the door quickly and once I knew I was alone I fell to my knees. Tears started to flow without warning and I couldn't stop. My dad, the only family I had was now dead and a whole new world was to blame. That night I did not sleep. I read my father's journal front to cover three times. My anger began to build and I started feeling the walls start to raise. I could tell I was no longer myself.