Chapter 1

'As in Dean slash Sam.'

"Hahaha, and so the Winchester boys discover Wincest. Hilarious." Annabelle took a sip of her coffee.

"Yep." Belle's friend Jamie agreed, snickering as the third member of their group Erin laughed so hard she snorted coffee out of her nose. The three girls were sprawled across Belle's living room in her apartment watching their new favorite tv show: Supernatural. They were on season four; the two main characters had discovered that there was someone writing books about them and they were doing some research on it. Through their research they had discovered the fandom of the books and were finding out about the crazy shipping that comes with a fandom. The girls had experienced the crazy of the show's fandom first-hand and thought it was hysterical.

The girls sat through the rest of the episode sipping their coffee and occasionally laughing at parts of the show. After the credits started to role the girls stood up and shuffled toward the kitchen to get more coffee before starting another episode.

"Oh, so did I tell you guys what my cousin told me last night?" Belle asked her friends as she poured a fresh cup and mixing in her usual sugar and creamer. The other girls shook their head no as they followed suit and filled their mugs. Blowing on their coffee Belle started her story.

"Well, we all went out to dinner the other night: me, mom, my aunt, and my cousin Calli. My cousin told us about how the other day she couldn't find her cigarettes and when she did find them it turned out that they were in the freezer, not that big of a deal obviously. What really spooked her was that later that night when she was in bed reading her tv switched on and she felt something grab her by the ankles and drag her slowly out of the bed. She said she couldn't move or anything until she was on the floor and when she tried to climb back into bed the presence pulled her back out. She said it only stopped when she yelled 'in Jesus' name leave me alone'. I think it's pretty creepy but my mom doesn't believe a word my cousin says, especially since she lied about being pregnant and then got an abortion."

"Aren't you supposed to be having dinner at her place tomorrow? That's kind of scary." Jamie said sipping from her mug. Erin nodded in agreement but Belle just smirked and laughed nervously.

"Yeah, but I'm not worried. I mean c'mon, if I run into something I know how to take care of it." Belle smiled and winked as the three girls laughed and made their way back to the living room.

Later that night

Bell wrung her hair out as she stepped out of the shower. She examined herself in the mirror before beginning to towel off. She wasn't the most beautiful woman in the world, but she was still fairly pretty. She had long brown hair that was so dark it was almost black and warm, honey-brown colored eyes. Her figure was average, slightly curvy but not too plump or too thin, and covered in tattoos. Though Belle managed to control most of her bad addictions, tattoos were one of them that she couldn't, and didn't want, to control. She loved the way the ink looked in her skin and the way the tattoos told her life story.

On her wrist a tattoo from some silly video game her father and she had played together when she was a kid, across her chest a scroll with a quote that helped her carry on in difficult times. On her shoulder-blades a pair of mismatched wings, one a devil wing and one an angel wing, with a stunning mural beneath them. Under her demon wing was a scene featuring a low-class geisha who looked dirty and used with a back-drop of an old Japanese fishing village at night, and off to the side running onto her ribs down to her thigh was a rose vine covered in the beautiful flowers and deadly thorns. Under her angel wing the scene depicted was a beautiful geisha full of promise and hope in a stunning Japanese garden with branches of a cherry blossom tree coming from her ribs down to where the roots twined around her thigh.

Belle's life hadn't been easy, her father had been the town drunk; he was distant and gave in easily to his temptations. He would drink himself into a stupor every weekend and cheated on her mother more than once. She knew he loved her though, despite everything. Her mother on the other hand however had always been more of a saint, never saying a word against someone or in anger unless it was in defense of her family. However when Belle had left for college four years ago her parents split; her father sinking into alcohol abuse and her mother wilting away because of a broken heart, then about a year ago both of her parents died, leaving her alone in this world.

Because of her personality Belle had always been mostly alone, only being able to make a few friends. After she had graduated college in May she came home and moved into an apartment in her home town. She did her best to suppress her demons, temptations and desires; her need for sex and alcohol as well as her out of control rage issues. For the most part she was doing alright, but the presence of beer in her fridge and the bottle of Jack Daniels hidden in the back corner of the cabinet above the fridge reminded her that she was never totally free from her vices.

At odds with that aspect of her personality was her desire to be a teacher. She wanted, rather needed, to help other people and make a difference in her life. She felt it was her calling to do the right thing and that God had an important job for her. Because of these different parts of her personality she always felt like she was in conflict with herself and she hadn't been able to reconcile the two halves. This was one of the biggest reasons for the tattoos she had on her back, though she had also had a strong feeling that she needed them.

Sighing Belle finished up in the bathroom and put away all of her things before climbing into her bed. She pulled the covers up to her chin, turned on the tv and settled in for a long night with the Winchester boys.

The next day

Despite her off-handed attitude about her cousin Calli's story the night before, going over there made Belle a bit nervous. So to appease her nervousness she had stuck a rosary in her pocket and some rock salt in her purse; obviously she had been watching too much Supernatural. Belle laughed at herself as she knocked on her cousin's door.

"Just a second!" Belle heard Calli call from inside. Her smile widened, it was typical Calli—always flying by the seat of her pants. Belle's smile quickly faded though when her cousin opened the door.

"Calli, you look like shit. What happened to you?" Belle had real concern in her voice as she stepped into the apartment and saw that not only was her cousin's appearance wrong, but so was the appearance of the apartment itself. Calli's eyes were sunken in, her normally beautiful black hair hung limp and dirty looking. Her apartment looked like someone had ransacked it, everything was tossed upside down and everywhere. Calli walked over to the couch and cleared a space for them to sit down, sinking into the seat and letting her head fall into her hands.

"I don't know." She whispered rubbing her forehead. "Last night my tv turned on by itself again, but this time instead of being dragged out of bed I heard this little kid's voice. It just repeated over and over 'Mom, mommy, mom. I need you mommy.' And it wouldn't stop, and the longer it goes the more insane I fee—" Calli stopped midsentence and stared past Belle at a spot by the window.

"Mom, mommy, mom." Belle felt the blood drain from her face as she turned and saw a little girl that looked exactly like Calli, if Calli were five. "Mommy, why won't you help me? Mommy? Why did you have the nasty doctor KILL ME?!" With that scream resonating in the room the little girl's eyes turned red and she flew at Calli. Right before the girl got to Belle's cousin however the little girl screamed again and burst violently into flames.