A/N: Okay, so this story is based off my main fic titled "Out of the Ashes We Rise". If you haven't read that you'll probably be thinking "who is this Ash chick? I thought Ash was a guy with a mullet?" Ash is my OC that just so happens to have the same name a mullet boy. Now that that's cleared up I can say this is set in Season 5 and I'm warning for spoilers on the ENTIRE season. Ash has been with Sam and Dean for a little over three years now. Enjoy!

Dean was waiting in line at a coffee shop at around nine in the morning. He'd had a very nice, relaxing night with Sabrina. Or was it Sarah? Stephanie? Whatever, it didn't matter. All that mattered was the fact that whats-her-name had managed to take his mind off all the shit going on right now. Dean turning out to be the Michael sword, Sammy being Lucifer's vessel and, oh ya, the whole goddamn apocalypse. But he wasn't thinking about that right now. Dean was just thinking about getting back to the motel to try to spill some of his (very rare) good mood into Sam and Ash. God knows they all need some sunshine in their lives. The three of them still have no clue about the encounter that happened nearly three years ago. The encounter with a certain demon that'd had quite a lot to say about Ash. All they'd found out so far was that she was somehow tied up in the apocalypse. Didn't know how, or why, but Dean did know he hated it. He hated the fact that Sam, Ash, and him were thrown into this stupid Heaven vs. Hell turf war. But Dean wasn't thinking about that. He was determined to keep his good mood. At that moment Dean's phone rang, and when he answered, the good mood he'd been clinging to vanished at the sound of Sam's frantic voice.

"Dean! Dean where are you? Look, you need to get back here, something's wrong!"

"Sammy, slow down." Dean tells his panicked brother as he dashes out the door and into the parking lot. "Are you and Ash alright?"

"I'm fine Dean but Ash…she's…s-she…"

"She's what Sam!" Dean yells already behind the wheel of the Impala. When Sam stays silent, Dean goes on. "Sam, is she breathing?"

"Ya, ya. She's still asleep."

"Then wake her up." Dean says with a puzzled look on his face.

"I can't. I'm too afraid to touch her…"

"What? Why?"

"Because I have huge, dumb hands and she's…she's…"

"She's WHAT SAM!" Dean screams, tired of this little game.

"She's tiny as HELL!" Sam blurts.

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Ash hears something extremely loud and throws her arm over her face. She's in one of the queen beds in the motel room Sam, Dean, and her are staying in. She usually sleeps on the couch in the motel room (if there is one) but last night Dean met a girl at the bar and said he wouldn't be back till morning. She had been sleeping peacefully until that sound had woken her up. And it was still going, loud and clear. God what WAS that? She focused for a second, and realized it was Sam's voice, only REALLY loud. Why was he yelling? And did he sound frantic?

"Okay, okay, just haul ass back here!" he yelled into the phone. He must be talking to Dean, and something must wrong. Ash decided it was time to get up.

She sat up sleepily, her eyes still half closed. Her blanket had been pulled down off of her for some reason and GOD it was cold in here. Ash wrapped her arms around her torso as she tried to blink the sleep from her eyes. Then suddenly, the surrounding area got darker, as if the entire bed was draped in a shadow. Ash unwrapped her arms and rubbed her tired eyes.

"Hey, Sam." She said while rubbing her eyes. "Whats wrong? Is Dean okay?"

When she didn't get a response she finally looked up…and up, and up into a face the size of the moon. Ash let out a little yelp, jumped up and started scurrying back, her tired mind not recognizing who the humongous face belonged to. She tripped backward on the fold of the bed sheet and fell flat on her back. Ash then saw, everything was way too big! She lied there for a few moments, trying to process. Then she remembered the giant she'd seen a few moments before and looked back to the place he'd been standing. He was nowhere to be found. Just when Ash was starting to think that she was imagining this whole thing she heard something from behind her.

"Holy shit." Sam whispered.

Ash turned at his words and the giant face was RIGHT THERE. Sam was leaning on the bed, propped up on his arms, trying to get a good look at Ash. She immediately backpedaled as fast as she could towards the side of the room with the entrance.

"Ash don't!" Sam yelled at her, but she had realized too late who the giant was and she was now slipping off the edge of the bed, tumbling towards the ground far below.

Ash closed her eyes and waited for the hard, bone crushing impact.

But it never came. Instead, she fell into something soft.

She heard a huge sigh of relief. "God, kid, that was way too close for comfort." A familiar voice breathed. And suddenly Ash knew what she was laying in. She snuck a quick glance to her left, where the door to their motel room was still ajar from when Dean had run in and caught Ash just in time.

A/N: Hope you liked the first chapter. Stay tuned and PLEASE REVIEW!