Who are you? Stop!! No, no, not him!! He has nothing to do with any of this. Please, take me instead! Leave him out of this!
I watched in horror as my fiancé was pinned to the wall and dragged to the ceiling. His stomach turned red and it took me a few seconds to figure out that he was bleeding. I ran to the little girl who was laughing at his pain. Before I could tell her to go and get help, I realized that she was the one causing it! I grabbed her arm and she turned and looked at me. At once everything else was drowned out, I could no longer hear my boyfriends muffled yells or the little girls laughing, all I could hear was my own heart beating…her eyes were all white! In shock I backed away. "This can't be happening," I thought to myself. "I left this life behind me when my father was killed." I was brought back to reality when the bedroom door was slammed open. Suddenly, my boyfriend burst into flames. I watched as the life drained out of his eyes. "No, no" I screamed again. It did no use; the love of my life was dead. I looked to the little girl again, but she was gone, she had disappeared! It was just me and the two boys who had burst into my room left in the fire now. One of them grabbed me, and they both dragged me outside. When we were safe from the flames they sat me down on the hood of a car. They wouldn't let me go and search the house for the evil girl.
"I'm Dean, this is my brother Sam, I need you to tell me exactly…", he trailed off as his brother touched his arm. "Let me handle this," the boy named Sam said. "I am very sorry that your boyfriend just died, this is going to sound crazy but, my mom and girlfriend died in the same way. Did you see anyone, was there anyone in the room with ya'll, someone who pinned your boyfriend to the ceiling without moving a muscle?" I looked at him in shock, how did he know? Dean interrupted again, "Did he have yellow eyes?" he asked. I shock my head, "No, I said, "It was a little girl, her eyes were all white."
Dean spoke, not to me but to Sam, with urgency in his voice, "We need to get out of here right now, do you think that she knows that I'm out of the pits? This must have been a trap, the whole psychic children thing, she knew we couldn't resist." Sam nodded his head then asked me, "Do you have any family close by where you could stay tonight?" I shock my head, "My mother was killed when I was a baby, and my father died a couple of years ago. In a hunting accident." I watched their faces closely for a reaction. I was rewarded when shocked looks appeared on both of their faces. I couldn't be sure if they were the result of the news that three people close to me had died, or that my dad died in a hunting accident. Dean stammered for a reply and finally said, "I'm sorry, how did he die, did he have um, a hunting partner?" Hesitantly I replied, "He was with a family friend, guy named Bobby." Sam looked at me then, "Bobby, Bobby Singer?"
I glanced from one brother to the other before I replied, was it possible? Could they be hunters? It seemed so coincidental, how did they know the exact moment that something had come into our house and killed my boyfriend. It wasn't possible, unless, "Are you Dean and Sam Winchester?" I asked, hoping against hope that their answer was no. The two boys looked at each other and then back at me, cautiously they answered, "Yes, who are you, how did you know that and how do you know Bobby?" As an afterthought, Sam added, "Was your dad a hunter?" Before I could answer Dean said, "Get in the car, we'll talk about it on the way to the motel, hopefully we'll be safer there."
After we climbed into the black Impala, I answered their questions. "My name is Anna Witfeild; Bobby was like a father to me. When I was little and my dad would have to go off hunting something, he used to leave me at Bobby's. I basically grew up there. When I was fifteen, I started hunting as well. Sometimes I'd go with my father and sometimes I'd work a job by myself. After my father died, I decided that I'd had enough, I hadn't chosen a hunters life for myself, my father had chosen it for me. He was the only person I had left, and he died. I was mad at Bobby too. He was with my father and he hadn't been able to stop his death. I went back and graduated from high-school and am halfway through medical school." I shook my head, "I should have known that someday, someone would drag me back into this. I tried to leave this life behind me, but a couple of days ago Bobby called me. He sounded really scared. He filled me in on all the stuff that has been happening lately. He told me about you two and the devils gate. Actually he said that you were in Hell Dean," I said in a kind of accusing voice. "Did they let you out for good behavior?" I asked sarcastically.
Dean glanced and me and said, "Not quite, let's hear the rest of your story, then we'll get to ours."
"Fine," I said picking up where I had left off, "Bobby said that a demon he was exercising told him that some demon leader was going to come after me soon and to be careful. That's all, did he send you guys?"
Dean exhaled slowly, "No, Bobby didn't send us. Sam, um Sam, well, we'll get to that later. I was in Hell until about a week ago, I don't know how I got out. One day I was being tortured in Hell, the next I was back here with Sammy. Anyway, are you sure the demon girl had white eyes? You're sure it wasn't a trick of the light and they were normal or black?"
"Dude, I'm not an idiot, they were white. Wait, you've been back a week and still haven't told Bobby you got out of Hell! What's wrong with you? He is tearing himself apart about it! He thinks it was his fault you were down there!" I said.
"Look, we didn't tell Bobby that Dean's out yet because we don't really know what to tell him. We're still trying to figure that part out. Do you want to figure this out or not, because if you don't you can get out of he car right now. We can talk about that later; right now we need to figure out a few more pressing matters," Sam broke in, "Like why Lilith is carrying out Yellow Eyes' work." Confused, I asked, "Is Lilith that white-eyed chick? Who's Yellow Eyes? What kind of work is she carrying out? What are you guys talking about?"
Instead of answering me, Dean said, "I'm going to drop you guys off at the motel and go and get dinner. Sam, you explain everything while I'm gone."