Re-edited for grammar/spelling...basically the same though.
Chapter 1: No One Said Life Was Easy
Alex....
Blood
Save....
Hounds
Help....
Dean
Death....
I sat up. Still in my dark hotel room. Great another nightmare. Slumping out of bed, I had to feel my way through the dark to make it to the bathroom. Rubbing both sides of my forehead I took a deep breathe. I would rather have 5 minuets of peaceful sleep then a whole nights rest with these nightmares. Ever since Dean died things just hasn't been the same.
I remember when I first meet the Winchesters.
When I was 9 my father started hunting with John. Which left Dean,Sam and me together. Dean was older then me and was very big brother. And I was a feisty little kid too stubborn to listen to Dean bossing me around. I still am.
It was interesting living on the road. It stopped when my dad died. Let me rephrase that when my dad was killed. Natural causes. Yeah right. He was 31 what natural causes good he even have? It was the yellow-eyed demon. Of course try explaining that to the cops. No. Ever one saw me as a sad,crazy little girl who missed her daddy. They sent me to live with my uncle. Great hunter. The only one who believed me. He taught me how to hunt. He raised me from 10 to 18.
He died.
"Natural Causes."
So when the Winchester boys walked back into my life asking for my help of years later I jumped at the chance. We got that bastard too. But before we did I asked why he killed my family. He said he was trying to kill me. But my uncle and father wanted to protect me. You have no idea how hard it is to know the people you love died for you. The Yellow-Eyed Demon said I needed to die before "they" got to me. I never learned who "they" were but I don't really want to find out.
Somewhere in the mix Sam was killed. And my idiot friend of mine, Dean, gave his soul for him. When I found out I was heart broken. I cried...then I talked to him....sternly.....loudly......alright I yelled at him. But It wasn't my fault I was at an emotional imbalance. I wanted to be happy Sam was back but I was sad Dean would leave. I wanted to yell at Dean but I also got that he was saving his brother.
The next year made it almost physically painful to look at Dean. I mean I loved him. I know that now. Not like anything every happened. I mean we flirted with each other and made dirty jokes but nothing serious. We kissed once. It kinda just happened. We never mentioned it though.
I wet my face and examined myself in the mirror. My usually noticeable dark brown eyes where hidden beneath sleepless bags. And my wavy brown hair showed that I had just got out of bed. Not my finest hour.
Alex....
No not again.
Alex....
I felt the room shaking and clutched my ears trying to block out the voice having heard it before. It usually comes and goes but now it just wouldn't leave. Things fell to the ground. Then a cracking sound. I looked up and saw the mirror about to burst. I protected my eyes with my arms. There was a loud sound of shards of glass shattering to the floor. I was okay. When I lifted my head there was a man. In a long white coat.
"Go now!" I said grabbing a broken piece of glass.
"Calm down." He said showing no emotion. I recognized his voice.
"You...Your the one who is always talking to me....your making my life a living hell you know that. Who are you anyway?"
"Castiel....."