I stood there at the door for what felt like hours, staring at the chipping read paint and the number that read 10. It was the farthest room down in the motel, far away from any prying eyes and ears. It just on the outskirts of town, surrounded by trees and fields, the road leading into town, or if you chose to think of it that way, to absolutely nowhere.

I had spent months tracking the Winchester brothers down. I needed help and they were the only ones who could deliver.

I shuffled my feet nervously, blowing a strand of my dark hair out of my eyes. Part of me had hoped when I arrived that they wouldn't be here, but that famous black Impala was sitting out in the drive, and hadn't moved in the time I had been there.

Get it together Thea, I told myself. You've gotta knock sometime.

I sighed and brought my hand to the door, knocking softly, hoping that they wouldn't give me too hard of a time.

I heard very quiet shuffles and I knew what was coming. Sort of. After doing as much research on them as possible, I know that they don't trust easy. Luckily for them, I don't really have anything to hide.

The door opened a crack, revealing a brown eye that I knew immediately to be Sam Winchester. It was narrowed and I knew that there was a gun pointing at me through the door.

"Yeah?"

"Hi, my name is Thea Karpoulous, and I need your help." Ugh, it sounded so much worse when I actually said it out loud.

"What?"

I winced. "I know you don't trust me, and I don't blame you. Garth sent me. He's a family friend."

Sam's eye narrowed even more at the mention of Garth. "What do you mean?"

"I'm in trouble, Sam." I knew I shouldn't have used his name so fast, but I didn't have a choice. "I've been cursed by a goddess and I need her dead."

The door flew open and I saw Dean Winchester in a defensive position, gun pointed at me ready to strike.

"Move in slowly," he growled at me. "Any sudden movements I won't hesitate to shoot."

I nodded and went in cautiously. I took heed of my surroundings. One door, in and out, a bathroom to the far side. Two windows that looked nailed down. Newspaper clippings, beer bottles and fast food wrappers were thrown around haphazardly. There were two computers on a table and mounds of books piled up around them.

I sent up a quick prayer that I would be okay for the next few hours. I had to explain.

I looked at Dean. "May I please sit down?"

He looked caught off guard by my politeness. "Sit slowly and keep your hands where I can see them."

I sank down onto the bed, suddenly weary. I was finally here, but now all I wanted to do was sleep. I knew I had to wait though. There were so many more important things to talk about.

"I need your help," I said. Better to get straight to the point.

"With what?" asked Sam, sitting in a chair in front of me. Dean pulled one up as well till both were directly in front, staring at me warily.

"I need to kill a goddess."

They stared at me before Dean laughed harshly. "What makes you think we-"

"Please don't treat me like an idiot, Dean." That shut him up quick. "I've heard about how many gods you've killed, angels, demons, everything. If it exists, you've killed it."

They shot a glance at each other. They knew it was as true as I did. "So, what goddess are you, uh, wanting dead?" asked Sam.

"And why?" chimed in Dean.

"I've been cursed by Aphrodite."

They looked at me. "Aphrodite?"

"Yes. I've been cursed since I was born."

Sam shifted uncomfortably. "With…what?"

I took a deep breath and sighed. "I'm really sorry, but I have to tell you guys the entire story, or else it won't make any sense."

I waited for them to nod before I started.

"I am first generation American. My parents are both Greek and came over a few years before I was born. My dad, Theo, was a really good looking guy in his younger days and ended up having a love affair with a woman he knew as Adonia. She was beautiful and witty and everything that my dad wanted in a girl, but he didn't…love her. And she didn't love him either.

They had an affair for a while, but once when my dad was out working, he saw my mom. Now, my mom has never been a knock out, not even close. She's pretty yes, but even she thought my dad was way out of her league looks wise. It didn't matter though, because as it turns out, my mom and my dad are the epitome of soul mates."

"Wait, soul mates?" Dean asked.

"Yes. Like, completely fated. Their souls find each other every time they die, that sort of thing." I replied. "It's sort of weird, but it happens sometimes.

Anyway, my dad immediately started to pursue my mother. It was like he couldn't help it. He dropped Aphrodite, obviously not thinking anything would come of it. As we know, however, hell hath no greater fury than a woman scorned.

She was pissed, to say the least. I mean, in her mind, she's Aphrodite! She ends it, not some mortal peon. However, when the pagans were kicked out of their place in the heavens, they had really strict rules set on them, especially her. She couldn't just randomly kill people. She could maim or seriously injure, but she couldn't just smite someone like she would've done back in the good old days.

It didn't matter though, because Aphrodite is known for her cruelty. She came up with a plan, pretending to be happy for him, giving him her blessing, like he needed it to begin with. At their wedding, she showed up with three men. My dad was really nervous about it because who wants an ex-girlfriend coming to their wedding? Especially one like Aphrodite. Anyway, Aphrodite gave them a little box. She told them that it was an ancient practice of her family to give a newly wedded couple a painted box dedicated to the goddess Aphrodite. She said that when they arrived at their new home, where ever it may be, they should open it and all of the good luck Aphrodite provides would pour into their home.

Well, being happy and stupid, they did just that. They decided to move to America and opened the box that they had set on the mantle in their bedroom. I was born nine months later, and my parents were happier than ever."

I stopped for a minute. The boys were looking at me intently, caught up in my story. They looked surprised when I stopped.

"Could I have a beer?"

Sam nodded and got up to grab me one. When he came back, I opened it and took a long drink from it. I needed to steel myself for the rest of the story.

"When they brought me home from the hospital, they said that the house felt…different. Like something really ominous was there. They tried to brush it off, not wanting that to dampen the mood of having brought me home. Everything was fine for a little while and they put me down for the night and went to their room.

My mom heard me cooing later in the baby monitor and she almost went back to sleep when she heard something else. Chanting. It was so quiet she could barely hear it but she did. She woke up my dad and they ran to my room where they saw Aphrodite and the three men from the wedding standing around my crib, holding their hands over me. Mom said that there was this gold light in the room but the air was heavy and thick, everything wrong.

They weren't supposed to walk in, but Aphrodite didn't care. I bet it made her get off on it even more. She saw my parents and stopped, but the men kept going.

My mom started to scream. 'What are you doing here? Get the fuck out of our home! Get away from our baby!' she said to her.

Aphrodite just smiled a cold smile. 'Not before I leave without finishing your wedding gift.' She told my mother.

'Adonia,' my father said, desperate to get her away from me, 'Please get away from out child. Please.'

She had enough. She pinned them both to the wall with a flick of her hand. She went over to the crib and picked me up. My mother started to scream but Aphrodite threatened to cut out not only my mother's tongue, but mine as well if she didn't shut up.

'Theo, do you know who I am?' she asked him.

'Adonia Aphroditia,' he replied to her.

'Gods, you really are stupider than I thought, Theo. Did it ever strike you as odd the things I could do to you, the way I could make you feel, the thoughts I could put into your head?'

'I'm sorry,' he told her. 'I simply thought it was because you had been with so many men you just knew what you were doing.'

'No, Theo. It's because I've been around for hundreds of thousands of years.' Thunder cracked and the earth shook my mother later told me. The room glowed white hot, and right in front of them, Aphrodite and the men with her changed. Their clothes were the ones depicted in ancient paintings. My mother told me that they looked old, regal, beautiful and deadly.

She handed me over to one of the men and walked up to my parents. 'I am the goddess Aphrodite, and you, Theo Karpoulous, have angered me greatly.'

My father cried out, 'What did I do?'

She snapped then. Years of anger built and she screamed at them. 'You left me, the goddess of love, for that cow next to you. What could she have ever given you that you felt the need to leave me for?'

My mother, she's ballsy as shit and a stereotypical Greek mother. Aphrodite had been threatening me, her newborn child, and let me tell you boys, that mothers don't take kindly to that."

Dean grimaced. "Yeah, we know."

"My mother told Aphrodite, 'We are soul mates, real ones. Not the false ones that you and your sons create. We were fated to be together.' Aphrodite calmed herself then. She walked back over to the guy holding me. 'Eros,' she said to him, 'Put the child back in the crib and finish the ritual.'

My parents started flailing wildly. 'What ritual?' they screamed. 'What are you doing to our baby, please don't kill our child.'

'Please, I'm not going to kill the babe,' Aphrodite replied to them. 'No, my darlings, I'm doing much, much worse.' She reached down into the crib and stroked my cheek and looked back to my parents. 'On her eighteenth birthday, your daughter Thea will awaken with a curse upon her. Men will feel drawn to her, an overpowering desire to possess her, and soon enough, she will be besieged with men trying to get to her. If she's lucky, she will be ripped apart by them. However, I sincerely doubt that will happen. The first man to breach her maidenhead will be tied to her for all of eternity, her soul never parting from his, in life or in death. I guarantee you that it will not be someone she wants. She will be cursed with beauty and desirability. Pain, death and violence will follow her wherever she goes, even as a child. She will be remembered for thousands of years as your generation's Helen of Troy.'

Aphrodite finished her speech and put her hand on me. The men with her, Eros, Himeros, the god of sexual desire, and Pothos, the god of sexual longing, joined her and in seconds completed their ritual."

I stopped, put down my beer, and pulled a pendant out from my shirt. It was beautiful, an opal that had fire to it. It gleamed in the setting sunlight. "This appeared on my neck when they were finished. It doesn't come off. My parents tried desparetly to get it off, but it holds my curse. It won't come off till I'm dead. I've tried a few times to take it off, but it sends this pain through me, a pain that is almost unimaginable." I fingered at it. As always, it felt warm, like there was something burning inside it.

"It releases something that I call the Need." I said.

Dean's frown lines increased tenfold. "The Need?"

"It comes in waves, and for a long time I didn't know when it was coming," I replied quietly. "It's what makes men lust after me, what draws them to me. Even now, I know, you guys feel a really weird attraction to me. It doesn't seem sexual, but it can be." I grabbed my beer again, taking a long swig.

"I've found through trial and error that when the Need is on me, it's much easier to keep people away when they can't see me. If I'm hidden, it's not as bad. But if I'm in plain view…"

"So, wait," Sam said. "Have you had, uh, well…"

"No," I told him. I knew exactly what he meant. "My parents raised me as a warrior almost. They taught me how to fight dirty, how to con, how to do everything to prevent anything bad from happening. It's worked so far, but it's been years now and my luck is going to run out. That's why I'm here."

"You think we can lift this curse?" asked Dean.

"You can't lift it, but I did some research. If you kill the ones who cursed you, the curse lifts." I wrung my hands together. "I've searched all over the world but I've never heard of someone actually killing a god. When I heard about you two I had to find you."

We were quiet for a long time. The brothers were sizing me up, trying to decide whether or not they wanted to take a cursed girl under their wings, but then again, how could they not? It was their job to save people after all.

Dean spoke first. "Thea, I just don't really know if we could help you. I mean, one god, maybe. But four?"

"But you killed all those gods when they gathered during the apocalypse didn't you? Mercury and Bauldur, you-"

"No," Sam said. "We didn't do that."

I racked my brain for information. "But what about Osiris and those other lesser pagan dieties?" I was starting to get hysterical. "Guys, you've done it before, and I know that you can do it again, please-"

"Look," Dean cut in. "We can try, but I'm telling you we just can't guarantee it'll happen."

Sam nodded. "Until we know for sure, you can stay with us. Just so you're safe and whatnot."

I relaxed a little bit then. I had heard so much about these guys and how amazing they were. I knew they would keep me safe.