I cannot tell you how many times I have wanted to stay underneath the covers when I wake up in the morning.

Simply hide from the world underneath a layer of purple colored fleece with my blue pillow beneath my head.

Sadly, the world comes to seek you out.

This is the beginning of my story and how I have come to realize that there is much more to life than hiding.

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All I really remember is the smell of blood and walking up with my face laying in a pile of fallen leaves. The sun was set at around twilight and the trees casted long shadows on the ground. My head pounded with the intensity of a jumbo jet engine and my vision was distorted. Almost as if I was looking through dirty glass. I gripped my head to keep it from exploding-or imploding. And I also remember an odd taste in my mouth. It tasted metallic and, after wiping my bottom lip, I noticed it was blood. Once I sort of regained my senses, I looked around at the towering trees.

"Where am I?"

My voice came out ragged and harsh. It felt as if I had been screaming for hours on end with no drink to quench my desert like throat.

-Great,- I thought. -I'm in the middle of nowhere and I have no idea how I got here.-

I looked down at my hands and I suddenly realized something.

-What's...my name? Who am I?! Why can't I remember anything?-

I immidiatly searched my pockets for something that could tell or at least hint to me my identity. Unfortunately, there was nothing to be found.

-Wonderful.-

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"What do you have for me Sammy?" Dean asked with a mouthful of chewed up burrito. "Please tell me you got something. I'm going nuts just sitting here."

"Just give me a second," Sam answered without taking his eyes off of the laptop in front of him.

The Winchester's were lodging at an old inn (as usual) with the elder brother sitting on the bed with his shoes thrown who-knows-where and the younger brother typing furiously at his laptop reading the latest news reports. Dean looked over his younger brother's shoulder and saw that windows were opening and closing every few moments and Sam was keeping up with what seemed to be an storm of pop-ups as if he was hypnotized by the plasma screen.

"You all right Sammy?"

"Huh? Oh, yea why?" Sam answered without taking his eyes off the screen.

Dean shrugged and replied, "Nothin'. Nevermind. Just figured at the rate you're going, you're gonna end up with glasses the size of TV screens."

"Ha Ha. Come here, check this out."

Sam clicked a few times and then a window came up with a gruesome picture of a mutilated victim. Blood everywhere, her head casted away from the camera and she seemed to be lying flat on a surface of stone. Her neck was slashed.

"Name's Samantha Hesse. Reported missing four days ago and turned up Tuesday," Sam sighed as he laid back in the cheap hotel chair. "Her body was found in the middle of the woods near a ritual site."

"Tuesday? That was two days ago," Dean said as he leaned in to get a better look at the screen. "Where?"

"Calpico, Wisconsin. Just two towns over."

"What kind of ritual we talking 'bout?"

"Old school voodoo. Chalk outline, chicken blood, the works. Anyways, witnesses say they saw a bunch of kids head out into the woods and they haven't seen them since."

"Runaways maybe?"

"Who knows? Forensic team found empty beer bottles, weed, and traces of sulfur at the site," Sam said overly expressing the last part.

Dean's face lit up and then he practically cheered their new case.

"All right! Now that's what I'm talking 'bout! I've been itching for something like this! Let's get going."