ST. MARY'S CONVENT – 1972

"Father, look...I'm not exactly the praying type, but still...I made the sacrifice. I got you a bagful of nuns. So, uh...can you hear me? Can you whisper through the door?" Azazel inquired, kneeling on the church floor.

After a few moments, a nun he had brutally murdered not long before, let out a harsh cry, breathing in.

"I'm here, my son" A disjointed voice, of the dead nun and Lucifer replied.

"It's so good to hear your voice, Padre. I have been searching for you for so long. You have no idea. The others have lost faith. Dickless heathens. But not me" Azazel explained.

"You've done well" Lucifer praised.

"So, uh...how do I bust you out?" Azazel asked.

"Lilith" Lucifer stated.

"Lilith? Father, she's...trapped neck-deep in the pit. It won't be easy" Azazel admitted.

"Lilith. Lilith can break the seals" Lucifer went on.

"Yeah, okay. But what do I do?" Azazel questioned.

"You must find me two children. Very special children" Lucifer announced.

"What do you mean? What children?" Azazel queried, flashing his yellow eyes.

"Sam Winchester and Katie Dixon. I need them both to be able to get out of my cage" Lucifer exclaimed.

"What do you want me to do with them?" Azazel asked.

"Something that will change them forever" Lucifer replied.

Sam strolled into the decrepit house he was living in, taking a swig from the bottle of scotch in his hand. It was only 3 weeks since Dean had died, and he was already falling apart. He spent most of his time trying to find any crossroad demon who would trade his life for Dean, but so far no one had accepted. He wouldn't give up though, he thought to himself.

"Tough day at work, mate?" He heard a voice announce from across the room.

He quickly spotted a young girl sitting at the dirty table in the middle of the room, looking at him intensely. He cursed himself for not realising there was anyone in the house earlier and had to question whether he had even locked the door. He could practically hear Dean scolding him.

"Who the hell are you?" Sam inquired, but before the girl could even answer, he had held up his gun and shot at her.

She managed to duck just in time before the bullet hit her, and let out an unamused cry.

"Seriously?! Is that anyway to treat a guest?" She cried.

"Who are you?" He repeated.

"Katie Dixon. I'd shake your hand, but you look like you've been living in a dumpster, so I'll pass" She shrugged, standing up.

Sam squinted at the girl. She didn't look particularly threatening. She had long brown hair, pale skin, blue eyes, and a distinctive English accent. The only thing that really stood out about her was her short height, she could only be 5'3 at the most.

"Fine, what are you?" He questioned.

"Human, like I'm hoping you are" Katie stated.

"What do you want?" Sam insisted, annoyed that the conversation wasn't going anywhere.

"Your help" She replied.

"Well I think you've come to the wrong place then" Sam let out a harsh laugh.

"Pretty sure I haven't. Sam Winchester with the demon blood, right?" She said, raising an eyebrow.

"Who told you that?" He queried.

"Folks" She shrugged.

"Tell me where you heard that from" He told her, raising his gun to her head.

"Woah, okay, okay! I heard it from some demons" She admitted.

"You said you were human" He accused, dropping his gun.

"I am. I just hear them" She informed him.

"You…hear them?" Sam repeated, not sure what she was talking about.

"Yes, and I'm not crazy. What I hear about is as real as the dead bodies that have been following me lately. They talk a lot about you" Katie explained.

"I don't suppose your related to a woman called Anna Milton?" Sam suggested.

"Never heard of her" Katie shrugged.

"You hear anything about a woman named Lilith?" He inquired.

"Way too much. She's the reason that I am here" She confessed.

"What do you mean?" Sam frowned.

"She's trying to kill me, and I heard that you wanted her dead so…I thought we could work together. Take down the bitch" She went on.

"And why exactly would I work with you?" Sam asked, unimpressed.

"Because I can hear all the demons. I know where they are, and when. I can help you track her down" She exclaimed.

"Well if you can track her down, why haven't you done so yet?" Sam theorised.

"Because she'd kill me before you can say Hell Bitch. That's where you come into this" She told him.

"How do I know I can trust you?" Sam questioned.

"I'm your best hope and you know it" She insisted.

"Alright" He replied.

"Really? As easy as that?" She frowned.

"I want her dead, I'll do whatever it takes" He explained.

"Alright, deal. On one condition" She announced.

"What's that?" Sam queried.

"You stop drinking. Being too drunk to pull the trigger equals no dead Lilith" She stated.

"Deal" He said, holding out his hand.

"Nah, still not going to shake it" She smirked.

"C'mon, I didn't even spit on it" Sam retorted, as Katie grimaced, reluctantly giving him her hand.

Before she could do or say anything, he had grabbed a knife from the back of his belt and cut a line down her hand as she yelped in pain.

"Ouch! What the hell was that for?" Katie exclaimed, gripping her hand close to her chest.

"Just checking your not a shapeshifter" Sam informed her, as he walked out the room.

"A what now?" Katie asked, her eyes widening.

He returned a moment later with some table salt and threw it towards her, staring at her reaction intensely. All he got in return was an annoyed glare as she brushed any of the remaining salt from her hair.

"Like I said…I'm human" Katie replied, with a roll of her eyes.

"Sorry" Sam mumbled.

"You know for someone who can supposedly hear the enemy, you haven't been giving me a lot of useful information" Sam sighed, a few days later.

"I can't control what I hear. Most of the time it's just jumbled whispers" Katie retorted.

"That's convenient" Sam mumbled.

"Do you think it's easy having to listen to them? You have no idea what it's like! The things that they do to people…" Katie trailed off, with a shiver.

Sam couldn't help but feel bad, he knew he was being harsh on the girl, but taking down Lilith was all he could think about.

"Can't you turn it off?" Sam questioned.

"Sometimes. If I concentrate. But most of the time it's just whispers in the back of my head" Katie admitted.

"I'm surprised you haven't gone mad" Sam stated.

"Everyone back at home thought I had" Katie sighed.

"Won't they be wondering what happened to you?" Sam frowned.

"They think I'm dead" Katie replied.

"It's for the best. People don't last long in this life" Sam grimaced.

"Doesn't make it suck any less" Katie mumbled, sadly.

"Your family will be safe. That's all that matters" Sam insisted.

"Well I guess I'm lucky then, because I don't have any" Katie scoffed.

"What about your parents?" Sam asked.

"Dead. They were in a car crash when I was young. I don't remember them" Katie shrugged.

"And there's no one else?" Sam questioned, feeling guilty again.

"...Nope" She shook her head, after a few seconds.

"How old are you, anyways?" Sam inquired.

"Nineteen" Katie confessed.

"Jesus, you're younger than I thought" Sam realised.

"Oh please, and how young were you when you got into this life?" Katie scoffed.

"I can't remember a time before it" Sam admitted.

"You knew about…this when you were a kid?" Katie tried to clarify.

"My mum was killed by a demon when I was six months old…I didn't really have a choice" Sam explained.

"Azazel, right? The demons talk about him a lot" Katie replied.

"My dad was obsessed with killing him…and eventually it got him killed" Sam sighed.

"Aren't you worried about the same thing then?" Katie queried.

"I've got nothing left" Sam gave a harsh laugh.

"…They talk about your brother a lot too. Is it true? What happened to him?" Katie couldn't help but ask.

"That he made a deal with the devil to save me and it got him killed? Yeah, it's true" Sam grimaced.

"Sounds like he was a pretty amazing brother" Katie stated.

"He was…" Sam trailed off, sadly.

"Here, you should eat something" Katie told him, shoving a sandwich in front of him.

It had been two weeks since they had started working together, and there had been no signs of Lilith, but there had been plenty of demons trying to drag her off to Lilith. Sam still couldn't understand why she was so important.

"Not hungry" He dismissed.

"You know there are homeless people all around the world who would kill for food like that" Katie insisted.

"Are you trying to guilt me into eating?" Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Yes. Is it working?" Katie asked.

"Fine" Sam sighed, as he begun to chew on the sandwich.

"My God, you seriously need a haircut" Katie announced, a few moments later.

"What? There's nothing wrong with my hair" He exclaimed.

"It's going to be as long as mine before long. C'mon, I'll cut it" She offered.

"Why does it matter?" He inquired.

"Do you want to have terrible hair when you kill Lilith? I'm planning to take a photo of myself grinning over her cold dead body" Katie smiled.

"Well, that's not creepy" Sam accused, with a small laugh.

A few hours later, Katie was almost finished cutting his hair. She had neglected to tell Sam it was her first time attempting to be a hairdresser, as she expected otherwise, he wouldn't let her anywhere near his hair.

"Are you finished yet?" Sam queried.

"Almost done" She mumbled, cutting a few strands of his hair on the side of his face.

Just as she was about to cut the last part of his hair, the doorbell rang, distracting her, and caused her to cut the hair far too high.

"Crap" She sighed.

"What? What have you done?" He insisted, as he grabbed a nearby mirror.

Katie couldn't help but let out a giggle when she saw his reflection. His hair looked ridiculous now, one side far shorter than the other. She was surprised when even Sam let out a small chuckle, making her grin. She went to see who was at the door, as her grin turned even wider when she saw it was the pizza delivery guy, with two pizzas in tow. She paid him the money, and then walked back into the room, erupting into a fit of giggles again when she saw his hair once again.

"It's the not that bad" He said, shaking his head, still laughing.

"Oh, it is" She told him, as she went to cut the other side of his hair to the same length.

"There, much better. Have you even gone to a hairdressers before?" She asked.

"No, my brother used to cut it…" Sam trailed off, a sad look on his face.

Katie silently scolded herself for accidently bringing up Sam's older brother, Dean. Whenever she did, he would always go into some dark place in his mind, and every time he came back out of it, he seemed less and less himself.

Author's Notes: I hope you all enjoyed this first chapter! This is a story that is very close to my heart, so please be gentle. I've been writing it on and off since I was about 16 years old, but I thought it was finally time to publish it. The first few chapters will be exploring Katie's relationship with Sam, and then we will be jumping forward into Season 5 and meeting Dean and Castiel. Please leave some reviews:)