23 years ago, when the blond haired, black eyed girl born, people started to die around her. First her mother, then her father, her oldest brother and sister. Now she has nothing but her demons, who she thought would kill her before she even got into adulthood. She didn't know that being alone would lead her to her destiny. That being alone would lead her to the things that she kept running away. That being alone would lead her to love, happiness and forgiveness.

This is what they say what happened. But they don't even know the half of it. They don't know the horrible things that I know. They don't know what I did to get there where I am now. They don't know the things others did to me and what I did to others. They don't knowhow many times my heart broke. They also don't know what I did to get that happiness. To get that love I always wanted. Hell, they don't even know why I ran away from all those things that I always wanted. I mean how would they know if I didn't tell anyone? How would they know if I didn't know? Well I don't even know now that it happened why I ran away, and what I ran from. Maybe if I tell you my story, my life, I will realize the things I didn't realized until now. Maybe I will know where all that things I hated became what I love now. Maybe I will realize why I love him and why I tell him so many times since the day we stopped that kind of life no one wants to live. Maybe I will realize why I miss those days that I thought would make my life better, happier. There are so many things that I don't know, but only one thing I know. And that's that 'we cant save everyone'. Because at the end the only thing you will get from saving the lives you don't even know that you will lose those who you love.


In the next episode (or chapter)

-"Hey Bobby! Think you could hit me with a job?" I asked as Bobby walked in the kitchen.

-"I don't know Dean, are you sure?" Dean didn't say anything just turned up the volume of the music. Sighing I started to worry. What if he doesn't want to come with us?

The woman was in his lap, disappearing than appearing again as she dug his fingers in his chest. This was the first time in years that I was scared. If she kills him, than it will be my fault.

The fire engulfed the room. I can't believe it. Why would it come back after 22 years? Why not earlier? Why kill everyone I love? Why kill those who my loved ones loved? Now we need to find him, kill everything that wants to kill us. Colorado here I come!