Author's note: I recommend reading my other stories first, the first is Lost Love but if you don't: Elizabeth is Dean's girlfriend who I made up.

Prologue:

A dull pain pulsed in the pit of my stomach, and i couldn't help but wince as the pain intensified. I pressed the tender area with a closed fist while a full on grimace spread over my lips. I stared down at my abdomen assuming I would see a repeatedly stabbing knife withdrawing, but I only saw my pressured fist. The pain intensified and before I knew it the dirty carpeted floor was pressed to his knuckles and blood spewed from my mouth, dripping to the staining floor. There was no time, they had to find the hex bag, or this was the end.

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Chapter 1

The rapid rain beat down on her soaked shoulders as she jogged across the road pavement. Her hat blocked the clean liquid from her dark eyes but not from the rest of her drenched body. She sped up slightly when her house came into view and she treaded up the porch steps, ringing out her hair once new water couldn't pour on the tight pony tail. The white wood door swung open easily and she breathed heavily, walking sorely into the bright kitchen. She poured cold water down her throat before stretching her legs out.

Then something tickled the back of her throat, a small cool trickle. She coughed gently and watched as water spouted from her dry mouth. The water rose rapidly up the back of her throat and she began to choke on the liquid. Water flowed from her lips rapidly out of nowhere as if a fountain where spouting. She choked and gasped as the liquid spurted and clogged her throat still parched throat. Her lungs begged for oxygen but the water was relentless until she collapsed to the ground in a wet pool with starved lungs and stopped heart. Her dark eyes unseeing with a blue tint over her lips.

A couple of blocks away, in a small cramped apartment, a cruel smile cracked the lips of a young man as he stared down at the altar before him. The rush of the kill surged through his veins that would teach the young brunette for turning him down. The adrenaline pumped fast and he knew that he was only getting started.

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Sam sipped his cool beer and watched his brother struggle to keep his eyes off the tight topped girls brushing past him. Elizabeth leaned casually next to him as they joked and teased each other childishly like usual. Girls walked by with either longing or envy burning their pupils. Sam chuckled to himself as a girl 'accidently' spilled her bright pink drink on his shirt.

"Whoops." She giggled while twirling a piece of bleach blonde hair and straightening her tight pink tube top which was a bit small.

"It's alright." Dean charmed while sliding his beer back onto the bar, "I'm going to the bathroom."

"I'm sure these girls would be fine if you just took off your shirt instead." Elizabeth teased with a smile before placing a fast and passionate kiss on his lips. He wrapped his fingers in her hair before pressing his mouth back to hers for a longer time. The blonde gave a look of disappointment before stalking off to her next prey and, Sam could swear she made her jean skirt shorter. Dean walked away sadly to find the men's room.

"Hey." A dark haired man chimed behind Elizabeth making her reel around with a sweet smile. His hair was shaggy and framed a wide grin full of confidence. He was long and lean but not quite as tall as Dean and especially not Sam.

"Hello." She charmed lightly before taking a long sip of her beer.

"I'm Andy." He said with a slender hand shoved towards her. She took it in a light shake while letting her eyes roam for Dean's silhouette to escape from this awkwardness.

"Elizabeth." She stated through a forced smile as she felt the guy's eyes roam her and she resisted the urge to punch him where it hurt.

"It's nice to meet you Elizabeth, how about we go somewhere…quieter?"

"I have a boyfriend, who is actually right behind you." And sure enough when Andy twisted around a muscled man an inch over his height was standing there with wide smirk.

"Hey, buddy." He spat, his smirk widening as he rounded the man and wrapped an arm around Elizabeth.

"Hey, I should…." Andy shuddered before tripping on his own feet to back away.

"Yeah." Dean stated with a loose nod watching as the guy scampered away, "Well we got out of a dangerous fight."

"I know, I thought I would have to call the cops." Elizabeth teased back leaning into Dean's chiseled chest. "I was starting to get afraid."

The man walked away with a light blush and venomous scowl. He glanced back over his shoulder and looked at the gorgeous girl and muscled man. His glare depended as she leaned into his arms with a smile as he was sure they teased him at his fleeting form. But it was fine; there words were going to be a whole lot less painful then what he was going to do to them, because he knew that revenge would be his. His revenge blocked out the cluttered rest of the world swirling around him. He walked tensely to his car and let anger pulse over him in ragged breathes. There had to be a way to drown out some of this blinding anger being pent up. He never climbed into his vehicle though, no, he walked back around to the back of the bar. Stepping over bits of broken bottles and scattered trash without the slightest draw back. That's where he placed another leather pouch, but this one was stronger than his last. The black smoke choked down his throat before he saw anything coming. Though it was till him inside, he still held tightly to control. Relishing in the power rushing through his veins, he could feel as darkness beat his fighting heart and he gave in. Letting the evil have his soul like he had in the very beginning .The dark power rushed through his palms and he looked toward a dingy broken piece of mirror.

There he saw pitch black eyes staring back at him and a menacing grin broke his cheeks.