Just trying this out... Not sure if I'm going to continue... Let me know what you think...


Have you ever felt like you were falling? And I mean, really, really falling fast and hard forever and ever, deeper and deeper into an unknown darkness which scares you so much you feel like your insides have been clawed to shreds?

I have. I do. Often.

And, no, this is not a depression thing, I swear. Or a teen angst thing, 'cause, God, I am 22 and if I was still dealing with that shit, I pray that someone would put me out of my misery.

Anyway, I wake up with this feeling a lot. And sometimes I feel it in the middle of the day. And sometimes I see things. And I don't know what they are. Or, rather, I didn't. Until I met the Winchesters.

Those boys really helped me figure out what was happening to me and how to control it, and thank God for the younger one, Sam, 'cause if it wasn't for him, Dean would have killed me after what I'd done to him. And I don't blame him. I've come to do some pretty awful things. And I'm not proud of it. But I'm scared.

So, I'm writing all of this down. Sam says it'll help me sort my thoughts out and decipher what is reality and what is... well... the other stuff. I've never been much of a communicating-my-feelings person. I never even had a diary or anything. But I guess I can try, so here it goes...

I was a good student and had a job. I didn't party super hard, but I didn't chain myself to my work either. I was living with two other girls at the time who had gotten me my job bar tending and waitressing at the pub they worked at. It wasn't bad.

Life was going fine, I guess, except that I kept having these terrible nightmares of really gory scenes and just creepy stuff. I'm not a huge fan of horror flicks or anything, so I didn't really know where these images were coming from and sometimes when I was in class or at work, I'd feel like I started plummeting through the floor to the center of the Earth.

Anyway, I was wiping down the bar one night, cleaning up after some guy who had gotten it into his baked brain to pour his liquor on the bar and try to lap it up like a dog (some people are idiots), when these couple of guys sauntered in and pulled up a couple of stools. I threw the soiled towel into a bin and walked over.

"Hi there," the shorter one said, flashing me a winning smile. He glanced down at my cleavage. "Diana. Pretty name. Classy."

"Are you gonna order something?" I smiled. I'll admit, I was tired and didn't feel like being hit on, but I didn't wanna be too rude. I was still pretty new and sort of on a trial basis.

"What's your specialty?" the flirt grinned again. I sighed and poured him a drink, the first liquor I grabbed, really, then turned to the taller one.

He gave me a shy smile. "I'll just have whatever you've got on tap," he said. I got him his beer and walked off to tend to others.

I hadn't paid much mind to them originally, but they didn't move from those two stools and just kept chatting softly and nursing those two drinks they had. A couple of hours later, my shift was over and I was getting changed to go home. When I went in the back to grab my stuff, they were still there, and when I came out, they were gone.

As I was walking home, I suddenly had that falling feeling, but it was worse than before. I got so lightheaded that I suddenly found myself on my hands and knees, feeling like I was gonna throw up. Pictures kept flashing in my eyes and I could hear screaming in my head. A wave of panic washed over me and the next thing I knew, I was running.

I burst through the door of my apartment, the piercing screams still ringing in my ears and found my two roommates sprawled on the floor of our living room, unmoving. They were coated with blood and I could see the shockingly white tips of their ribcages emerging from the gore of their chests.

I absently heard thudding as I stared into Haley's wide, glassy blue eyes, her fear captured in them forever, the horrible monster that had ripped her heart out being the last thing she ever saw and I just wanted to hold her.

All of a sudden, I was aware of two large hands gripping my shoulders as I was brought back into focus and staring into the tall guy from the bar's hazel-green eyes and the flirt was inspecting my friends' bodies. His brow was furrowed and he kept asking me something, but I couldn't hear what it was. Everything was fading and I felt the intense falling sensation again.

When it was over, I woke up with a splitting migraine. Everything hurt and felt heavy. I slowly opened my eyes and saw my ankles and wrists bound to a chair that was sitting on top of something spray painted in red onto the floor.

I looked up and saw an older guy in a flannel shirt and a baseball cap looking at me really confused. He was confused? Jesus, I couldn't even express the pain and confusion I was feeling.

I looked over at the two men I'd seen at the bar and in my apartment. They looked just as shocked, if not more. The flirt looked at the tall one.

"Jesus, Sammy, I didn't even hear you! Were you whispering or something?"

The tall guy looked over at his friend with wide eyes. "Dean... I didn't exorcise that demon..."

"Well, then who did?" the other guy demanded. The Sammy guy's eyes met mine and he tilted his head, thinking. Something sparked in his eyes.

"That's not possible," he whispered. "Is it...?"

"What's not possible, Sammy?" barked the Dean guy. "You can't just leave us in the dark here! What happened!"

"I think she did it."

"What? No way!" Dean scoffed. "She was possessed! She couldn't! Right, Bobby?"

The older guy threw a bottle of water at me and they all waited. When I blinked it out of my eyes they had all taken a step closer to me, inspecting me like a bug in a jar.

"It would take unimaginable amounts of power," said the older guy. "I can't imagine this girl would have anything even remotely close to being on the same spectrum as that kind of power!"

"A god could..." whispered Sammy.

The other two stared at him. "What?"

"Do you know where the name Diana comes from, Dean?"

Dean looked over at me, splashed the rest of his water on me, for good measure I guess, and shrugged.

"Diana is a goddess from Roman mythology," Sammy said, staring at me and licking his lips nervously. "She is the goddess of the hunt."


Before you ask, no she's not actually the goddess, I would hope to explain more later.

But for now... What do you think? Should I continue?