Bell smiles widely as she walks home from school. She aced her math test, her soccer team is doing the best ever since three years ago,and today she's turning seventeen Happiness all around.

Walking home Bell stops quickly to check the mail, hoping a certain something from a certain someone was waiting for her. But there wasn't. She sighs as she makes her way to the apartment not entirely sure why she's so disappointed.

Her father had left her before she was born, though Mom did manage to at least tell him he had a daughter. He had to leave and stay away though even after the news, making it seem as if the world depended on him. She doesn't mind that he left, her mom is broken hearted over the matter, but she still wishes John would at least send a 'Happy Birthday" card just once.

Oh well, there's always next year.

Skipping up to the apartment door, her keys dingle as she fishes them out of her pocket. A few tries to get the key in the lock while holding a soccer ball and the door finally is unlocked.

"Hey Mom! I'm gonna change real quick but I'm back!" she calls. Bell walks down the hall with her eyes clued to the floor as she makes her hair flatten out. It doesn't work though, forcing her to put the hornet nest into a tight pony tail. Her sweat drenched uniform is peeled off in favor of a comfy pair of pants and a slick black t-shirt.

Her eyes flicker to the door of her bedroom as she thinks about breaking the 'no shoes' rule. Her mother hates whenever she wears shoes on the carpet, but bugs like spiders and cockroaches always find their way inside. And, the black converse are new, meaning they haven't been in dirt and mud. Smiling widely she slips them on and walks out the door. But, something doesn't seem right.

"Hello?" she calls. Bell knows she saw her mom's car in is parking space. Her mom couldn't have left without her seeing her or without a note. Especially on her birthday.

Ignoring the strange feeling of impending doom, she makes her way to the living room. Passing the kitchen counter, her eyes catch on something silver laying out in the open. She turns her head, confused. It's a, pot? Sitting out on the stove? For one her mother was a clean freak. She'd never leave anything out no matter if she was in a rush or not.

"Mom?" Bell whispers. Being as silent as possible, she creeps around the counter to actually see into the kitchen. Everything seems normal and in place: fridge is closed, drawers are shut tight, the dish washer finishing up...
And her mother laying crumpled on the ground.
"MOM!" Bell shrieks. Throwing herself onto the ground she grabs a towel and presses it against the open wound on her mom's forehead, still warm and bleeding. She takes in deep breaths, settling her heart for the scare. Her mom is breathing, she's alive, she just has a small injury. Probably got it from slipping on water or something. No need to panic.
"It's okay Mom. It's okay I got you. Oh you're such a klutz sometimes. I'm six foot and you're worse than me." Bell keeps whispering encouraging words, trying her hardest to keep herself from panicking.
"Oh sweet heart. Your mommy'll be dead within the hour," a voice interrupts. Bell jumps then whips around to the voice, staring at the speaker.
A tall woman with long black hair and a fitting black dress towers over her kneeling form. Black two-inch high heals aid in giving the woman a powerful look, her cold almost soulless eyes completing her. The smile seems so inviting yet cruel, and it takes a few minutes for Bell to get out of her staring session.
"Y-you, you did this?" she breathes. The woman laughs as a long black finger nail caresses her chin.
"Why of course. She was going to alarm you I was here after she knocked me out with the pot. Sad she didn't get to follow through." Bell's lips move as she follows the words being thrown at her carelessly.
"You, but, what did you do to make her want to do that?" Her mom was such a non-violent woman. She hates cursing and she doesn't even let Bell drink coffee. Who is this woman?
"Oh nothing much. I just told her I was wondering when you'd be home and all so I can take my revenge out on you. She got really angry, grabbed the pot, and earned herself a nice time out," she smiles. Bell stares at the woman, a witch for hurting her mother with no guilt, and her cheeks begin to flush red with anger.
Slowly as not to alert the woman, Bell gently places her mom's head onto the ground. The woman only examines her nails, seemingly to wait patiently for what Bell was going to say next. But it doesn't come.
In seconds the pot on the counter is in Bell's hands, gripped like a bat as she swings it as hard as she can at the woman's head. Never has she ever wanted to do something so violent in her life. But this monster comes in wanting to kill he mother. The only person she has in this cruel world.
Just as the pot collides with the woman's head, it gets yanked out of Bell's grip as she's flung into the fridge's door.
She screams as her body is pressed tightly against it, scared for how that was even possible. It was so quick, too quick to react.
"Oh dear, as stubborn as your father." Bell looks down and pails as she sees herself hovering a little off the floor. That's not normal to be a foot off the ground, but the part that scares her the most is that nothing is holding her. She's just, there.
"What is this!" Bell screams. Her mom is bleeding on the floor, an impossible and evil person is in her apartment, and she's stuck a foot off the ground to the fridge with nothing holding her there. And the more she tries to fight whatever it is, she's just pressed even further into the door.
Her head snaps up as the woman tsks softly, tears streaming down her face from all this confusion.
"You know nothing about me do you? Well, good luck for you cause you'll never know. You see sweet heart, I would just love to let you live, but with your brothers causing havoc in my plans I certainly can't let another one of you running around." She stops for a second as Bell blinks at her.
"Brothers?"
"Of course. You know, the famous Winchester brothers?" Nothing makes Bell recognize the strange last name, nor the fact she has brothers. Her mom never had any children. It's just been her and Bell, two alone forever to fight the world. "Oh, you really are hopeless child. Oh well."

The woman then raises her hands, smiling wickedly with pleasure as Bell's eyes follow her movements. Am I going to die? Who is this person to want to kill me? And why tell me I have brothers and then kill me? Oh Mom, I'm so sorry. Her thoughts take a quick U-turn back to pain when she feels her ribs almost crack.

The hands causing all this pain form a sphere, but they stops when the door is banged on.
"Bell!" a deep voice calls.
"Ugh! Why do you always come to save your children!" she hisses. At this Bell's eyes light up as she looks at her mom.
"Dad?" Nothing else comes out after, the woman crushing her windpipe to keep her from breathing at all.
"Let's do this." The woman closes her eyes as she starts to mutter. It could be curses, it could be jiberish, but at the moment Bell doesn't care.
Her father is here, here for her and her mother. He's come back after all those years. Her mom might not be dead, he can save them. He's finally here.
"BELL!" John screams but the door only busts open once the white light fills everything. And Bell falls uncouncious.