If being half demon doesn't make me different, I don't know what does. I'm half human, half demon, demon on my father's side. Erm, my dad is known to you people as Azazel, my mom was former known as Lilly. I am known as Anima, I know it's not demonic, or long, or hard to pronounce, but my mother named me Anima for a reason.

Whereas my father brings death to most, I sometimes bring life. I know I have saved many from hell, most by accident. Most of my friends are the depressed 'emo' kids. Most of them want to commit suicide. Most want to leave the world that was given to them. I breathe life back into them, giving them a new hope, a new will to live.

That brings me onto the subject of why I'm writing this seemingly stupid novel. I know most will look at it, read the summary, scoff and then put it back on the shelf. I'm personally fine with that, you don't have to read it, you don't have to believe in the world I'm about to show you.

I should have realized that because of my parents I would be either hunted or wanted. Who am I kidding, I was an oddity, a rarity, a product of love and lust, not to mention a poor choice on my mother's part. Don't get me wrong, I love my mother with all my heart, I just wish she had a found a 'normal' fuck buddy.

Being hunted lead to a meeting with my father, who sent me on a journey to test my loyalty to him... or something like that, I wasn't paying attention. He sent me to spy on two brothers known as the Winchesters. Yes THE Winchesters, Sam and Dean.

Well that plan didn't go to well, I didn't realize just yet I had gotten myself into. the minute I met them, they knew something was up. After about five minutes of them just staring, I broke down and told them most of my history, kinda sorta leaving out my father's true nature.

From there a very rocky friendship was born. Dean just barely trusted me, thought I was feeding him a line of bull, but not Sam, no, he trusted almost completely. He knew that there was something off about me. It's not that I didn't want to tell them, hell I planned on it, but I knew that they would torture me for information I didn't have, kill me because of my other half. I mostly lived in fear. Fear they would find out and kill me in my sleep.

I went on many adventures with them, got a couple of interesting stories that I will wait for another time to publish. Almost died so many times I lost count, killed a couple of monsters, got shot, stabbed, clawed, bit, and other horrid crap I won't mention, it would make your eyes bleed.

When I would ask them what they were searching for, they would only say 'The Yellow Eyed Demon'. That was all the info I got. but listening in on their conversations, it wasn't hard to do, I also gleaned that they were searching for their father. What I didn't know, was that the demon they were hunting was my father, you see I never got to see his demonic eye color, just his human eyes.

After me constantly asking, prodding, begging for information, Dean and I made a deal. no not the 'I vant your Soul' type deals, idiots, a truce of sorts. I didn't ask about their past, they didn't ask about mine. I thought it was a rather truce at the time.

I would be sadly mistaken.

When they did track down their dad, shit went crazy! Apparently, I had a few other brothers and sisters. They weren't half demons, they were just products of his torture. The one that sticks out the most is Meg. She tormented me, when she cornered us, the Winchesters and I, she realized then who I was. She was...nice to me, which made the Winchesters suspicious.

But when she called me sister, when she freed me from my binds, when she healed my wounds, that's when the people I used to call friends turned on me. Dean and John were all for killing me when they defeated Meg, Sam was the one who convinced them to let me go. He did want my full life story before I left, so I told him, and only him, he deserved to know.

I told him that I had been hunted most of my life. I didn't know why either, so I went on the run, hoping my mother would be safe. I was on my own for a good two years before my dad tracked me down. He told me almost everything. That he was a demon, my father, and would be my mentor if I let him. Apparently I was supposed to have demonic powers.

I was so ready to turn him down, but then he threatened my mother's safety. So I stayed with him, learning only the basics, only what I wanted to know, then he sent me off. I was to track down the Winchesters, get to know them, spy, dig around, and report back to him. Only I didn't, I never made contact with my father while I was in teh care of the Winchesters.

As I was leaving the care of the only people who I really safe with, I turned at looked Sam in teh eye.

"I don't care if you believe me, I don't care that you tell Dean or your father what I told you, but know that everything I told you was the truth, and I'm sorry it had to come out like this."

His look is what gave me hope, he believed me, and he would try to convince Dean and his father of my innocence.