So this is the first fanfic I ever wrote which was about a year ago. It used to be posted on a different site which was taken down. Basically I'm just going to post it and hope for the best, just know this is from a year ago and most of the chapters were never edited. I don't own anything.

I entered the restaurant expecting to tell them, I just never did. I walked up to their table shaking from my nerves, they had no idea who I was. They would think I was some "wanna be" hunter, I was going to have to get them to take me on a hunt to prove myself.

They sat at a booth, Sam with his laptop out, most likely doing research. I had no idea how I was going to approach them. Finally I settled on just showing them one thing all hunters would have. I walked up to their table and pulled down my shirt to show them the tattoo on my right shoulder. Both of them looked at me with confusion and concern.

"My name is Katliyn and I'm here to help you out on the hunt."

In all honestly I didn't even know what job they were working. Dean looked at me as if I was crazy, Sam on the other hand had a look of sympathy on his face. Why would he feel sorry for me? Did I really look that young and stupid?

"I'm sorry but we don't really need any help with this job, you better leave this to the professionals," Dean responded with a harsh tone in his voice.

Knowing it was going to take a lot for me to get them to trust me I showed them the one scar that hurt the most. I placed my foot on the table and pulled back my pant leg to expose my ankle.

Sam let out a small gasp before saying "Is that? Is that a handprint? From an angel? Like the one you had Dean."

"I have been to Hell, and it's not because I sold my soul. I have two idiot brothers to thank for sending me there, and, I guess for getting me out."

I could tell something shifted in their expressions. I was talking like a hunter and I had the scar of one. Sam's eyes shifted down my body stopping on the scars that consumed my arms and face.

"Who are you? How do you know us and why do you want to help us with this hunt?"

I looked at them nervously, "My dad recently died and he said that I should come to you, if he never made it back from a hunt."

I tried my best in that moment to look like the victim. I had to be straight forward and not take no for an answer.

"I need to come with you," I told them. "I'm in danger and my father told me you were the only ones who could protect me. You won't have to worry about me getting in your way; I can fend for myself, I just always need to be near you so it can't get me."

Both of them starred back blankly.

"Do you know how crazy you sound?" asked Dean. I was losing them, I was either going to have to give my identity away or lie. I didn't want them to know my connection so I told a lie they would have to believe.

"I knew John and Bobby. My parents were old friends with them."

Despite everything they went with it, and didn't ask any questions.

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