It must have been midnight when it happened. The violent crash of our front door, the immediate fear I felt upon hearing my sister scream. I had absolutely no idea what to do.

Mother had only been gone for a few hours, said she was running out to meet an old friend. We don't question Mother, only love and serve her. Yet now I have so many questions, ones I wished I had asked before.

Stumbling out of bed I made fast for my bedroom door. Not daring to look out into the hall I shut and locked myself in. More yelling and- and fighting filled my ears. I should be out there. Standing with my brothers and sisters, fighting for Mother.

"She'll never be able to do it." Austin snickers to my siblings watching in amusement.

"Give her a shot dick-head, she might end up more powerful than you." Aaron jars back in my defence.

With eyes closed I raise my arms once more with determination. Some seconds pass. More joking arises but then… a warmth fills my chest, chills run through my veins and-

"Amorie!" I hear Aaron sqweel.

My eyes burst open, tears running down my cheeks at the sight of Austin hoisted up against the wall, struggling. With a gasp I release what hold I had.

"I- I don't-" I try but the others were already rushing to Austin's side.

"What the hell Amorie?" Aaliyah sneers back at me.

I didn't understand… it felt so good, not bad. I'm not a bad person.

Tears stain my cheeks from the memory. The noises outside had stopped briefly leaving only my breathing and the emptiness of my closet to settle in. Someone's footsteps approached, growing closer, but so steady. I gripped the dagger held tight at my side at the sound of the door unlocking. Okay, I can do this. Sweat beating down my spine I instinctively kicked the closet door open. Surprising my intruder, I slashed outward but failed to meet flesh the moment I looked up. My brother stood before me, eyes wide.

"Aaron?" I gasped in astonishment.

"We have to move, they out'ave heard your… sneak attack."

He was beaten, severely, to a pulp… The grotesque remains of his face made my intestines crawl inward. The thought of my full bladder came to mind.

When he snatched my hand in his I could only obey, following him out into the hall. We wisped around a corner making our way -I hoped- towards the back door that lead into mother's garden. I took in what sights of our home I could, most of it was unrecognizable, demolished. I cringed seeing the photo of Aaliyah and I now disassembled about the wood floor.

The sound of glass crunching snapped my attention in the opposite direction of us.

"Aaron!" I screamed holding him closer.

"Where is she?" A tall dark haired man groaned.

"No where near here." Aaron whistled back through his teeth.

They were both saturated in blood.

"Run." Aaron whispered in my ear.

Blood drained from my face as I stared down my brother.

"No.." I nearly whimpered back. But his only response to my red stained eyes and cheeks was a shove toward the back door. And it all happened so fast, the men running at one another, the screams I attempted, the struggle, the fight, the blood, and, and- my brother being stabbed in the back by a new member of the party. Aarons gaze fell on me only for a second, a tear leaving his eye, mouth muttering "Run Amorie, run." Before his lifeless body hit the floor with a thud so alienated to my ears I couldn't actually conceive the reality being slapped in my face. Aaron was dead. I was alone with two hunters weapons in hand. The rest of my family nowhere to be seen. And Mother… Mother's absence, her betrayal.

I stared down the men ahead of me.

"Now, just listen.." The tall one began while the shorter one kicked past my dead brother. The breath hitched in my throat. No, was my only thought before I felt my arms rise, my blood boil, my chest pulse with pleasure.

"Sam!" The short one yelled as I chucked his partner against the banister behind them. "Oh you bit-" I cut him off with the clench of my fist. Dragging his body up a few feet off the ground, I felt blood drip from my nose.

"You-" I began while trembling toward my suspended murderer. "Had no right." I hissed "This is my family, who are you too-" I was near yelling when I got close enough to recognise the features of this man. My legs trembled with the weight of him- of who he was. "Why?" I cried releasing my grip and falling to my knees. My head spinning with the stories Mother told us about the man she was to be forever bound with, a connection beyond mere mortal love.

"Where is Amara?" Dean coughed out, now rushing to his brothers side.

"He's alive." I quaked, lowering my head. It was silent then, as he checked Sam Winchester's pulse, sighing in relief.

"Who are you..?" Now he was kneeling down at me. I met his green irises with only pain as I reached out. "Wha-" He began, but my palm was already against his chest.

Absolute serenity filled me instantly. I cried out at the feeling, it was so… real just as mother had spoke off. But then it was more; it was needing, wanting, craving… Dean only stared at me in confusion as my blood chilled and boiled with, with- such intense... pow-

And it was gone. Dean had drawn away from me and my high vanished so abruptly in response to our lack of contact.

"Maybe I should rephrase, what are you? He growled, almost afraid.

Good, I thought. He should be.

"Amorie." I grinned up at him.