I felt my body jolt, and i gagged, coughing up dirt, and when only more filled my mouth i panicked. I squeezed my eyes closed, throwing my arm forward, again, only meeting more dirt. I struggled, struggled to breathe and my finger nails cut at wood as i pushed. i didn't want to die. I didn't want to die by stranglation, i wouldn't.

I pushed, harder and harder, and the more i pushed, the less i breathed. Then i just pushed with a huge breath, and as i exhaled dirt flew away from me and the sky smiled down on me, as if it'd been waiting for me. I turned over, gagging up dirt and pulled myself out of the mud, still gagging as more dirt fell from my lungs, to my tongue and back to the ground.

I fell onto my back, staring up at the bright blue sky, and just breathed. God, breath and light were wonderful things sometimes. i rolled onto my side, taking some calming breaths. As if she were in my mind i could still here her, "just breathe, your fine," she would say, over and over again, smiling at me as if i were an amusement park clown. But no, i didn't think amusement clowns were all that funny, at least since Sam told me about his run in with an evil clown. I remembered how much she'd laughed during that story. Sam and Dean just glared.

A shiver ran up my spine and i sat up, looking around curiously. I wasn't too sure where i was. I didn't recognize any of the area, at least none of the trees. I stood up, my legs felt like jello, but i pushed forward, and noticed i was just a short walk from a road. But what road? I wasn't too sure. I figured i should get to the road first.

I couldn't remember much, i realized once i'd begun walking on the road. Just a weird sort of pain in my side, but then like a wave of nothing but the feeling of sleep.

A car slowed down next to me and i stared at the cruiser in distaste. Recalling everything from L.A. "Are you okay, Miss? Do you need some help?" i glanced up the road and then nodded. Who knows how long i'd end up walking till i found a road.

She opened the door for me, and i listened to her prattle on about things that made no sense or meant next to nothing until we arrived at a police station. I had been dead for at least four months and if that wasn't bad enough, half the news i learned was. I was in Ilchester, Maryland. Vague remnants of what happened here made me wonder, where was everyone. Not a whole made sense once i saw the sign that said Maryland. When the hell did i get to Maryland?

The police officer led me into the sheriff's office, pointing me at a bunch of payphones. I searched myself, having no money, "can i borrow a few bucks, i promise as soon as someone picks me up, i can pay you back," i promised. I suddenly had a deja vu feeling, but decided to ignore it. I must've looked half nuts. Covered in dirt and looking pale as hell, i was surprised she even gave me a ride.

"No problem," he said smiling at me in a sort of hesitant way. I brushed it off, taking the change and moving towards the pay phones.

My sisters phone was either disconnected or she changed numbers, but so had Dean's and Sam's. I finally got through at Bobby's, who answered in a sort of swearing, "it's three in the morning, this outta be good!"

"Bobby? Come get me! It's Bella, why did you leave me out here?" i hissed into the phone, not realizing how angry i had been. I took a deep breath calming myself. i heard some shouted names in the background and frowned.

"Bella?" Dean's all too hopeful voice asked.

"Yes, it's Bella, did you think it was funny leaving, what the hell!" i said, still kind of outraged.

"Where are you? Are you hurt? Is Mara with you?" he asked the last part hesitantly and i tried not to glare into the screen.

"No, Mara's not with me! She wouldn't bury me alive, you dicks! I'm in Ilchester. i'm at the sheriff's office, now if someone doesn't come get me, i'm going to be severly pissed off," i growled out.

"Fine, what do you mean, Ilchester, like, four months ago, Ilchester, Maryland?" he asked hesitantly again.

"Yes, Maryland!" i practically shouted, the phone suddenly went soundless and i flinched when the entire phone had fallen in on itself. As if it'd been crushed by a giant hand. I dropped the handle, staring. Had i done that? Wings flapped behind me and i stared at Cas confused, who looked just as confused as i did. He grabbed my arm and then suddenly we switched locations.

Cas swayed, and Dean helped him lay down and before i could speak someone splashed water on me,

I flinched in surprise and glared at Sam furiously. "What the hell!"

"S-sorry," he said, moving backwards, "she's human."

"Yes, i'm human! Who did you think i was? Mary fucking poppins?" i shouted and the lights flickered. We all went silent and i froze. That was me. I kept doing that. I was acting angry, i was lashing out. "i'm acting like a demon," i turned to everyone else. "I'm acting like a demon! What's wrong with me!"

They all just stared at me frowning and that scared me even more. "I mean sure, i was a little pissed off with the cheating and i mean, i even drank a little, but i wasn't muderous!" i flinched at the word and then the lights flickered again. "Oh my god! I'm a demon! Whose body am in?" i shouted, stumbling towards the bathroom to check out a mirror.

I stood there, staring what was exactly me, just, covered in dirt and hysteria. I turned to Sam, who looked wary, "what's wrong with me?"

"What do you rememer Bella?" Dean asked, hesitantly. I noticed the cringe on his face as he spoke my name and frowned when he took a long hearty pull of gin.

"I don't know, Mara driving us across the country getting here, Sam was in the panic room," Sam flinched and i frowned, "i said some stuff to Mara, God, what i said to her," i said, guilt ebbing as i remembered her pained expression. i had no right to say those things. "Than just the oddest feeling, like being poked and someone telling me to sleep. Why? And why the hell did i wake up in a box?"

Everyone looked away and it finally clicked in. "Oh no, oh god, dont tell me," i breathed shakily, "i didn't-i couldn't have. I-." I couldn't finish the words.

"Yeah, you died, were pretty sure Lilith did it, but we dont know for sure if it was her or Kade who did it," Dean said looking away and out the window.

"I died," i said, the words forming unusually even to my own ears. I died? Holy shit, someone killed me? I didn't even remember that? So much for being powerful. Then i realized something. I'd clearly been dead, i mean, i woke up in the ground, for crying out loud. That should've been obvious. But that didn't tell me much.

"Where's Mara?" i asked, staring at everyone's ashen face. i turned to Dean. "Dean, where is she? She's not de-."

"She's not dead," he said abruptly, refusing to speak and i turned to Sam and Bobby. Sam said nothing, just tapped some keys into the laptop and spun it to me. It had been a google search of Petrelli. Just the name, nothing else.

But there were hundreds of thousands of links. Regretfully, i hit the youtube one. Up came a video of my sister, big wings and all, dropping a man from a twenty story high building. I looked away, sinking into the couch and just sat there.

"When did she-?"

Dean cut me off, "less then a minute after she found your body." He said it so harshly i flinched. He gave me an apologetic look, before turning and going into the kitchen. I watched him pick up a bottle of scotch and then stomp out the door and into the junkyard.

So that was it. She had let go. Just let the demon in her take over. All it had taken was me. Finding me dead. My sister was a demon. God only knows what else had happened. "What's with the wings? Kade had em, know she does? What are we?" i asked, feeling the horror set in. Whatever they were, was eventually going to happen to me. I didn't want to hurt people, i enjoyed helping people, not hurting them.

"I dont know, after she found you, this weird white stuff just fell off of her and burned. She killed Ruby, killed her, killed her, and then she teleported us here and then went back to kill Lilith. But when that stuff finished burning, she grew wings," i suppose i should've worried about how screwed up my life was getting that this was a normal conversation for me.

"What else has she been doing, aside from dropping people from sky scrapers," i said frowning.

"Lucifer's free, we've been more focused on him. Your sisters been destroying, towns cities, they've killed a few hundred people since you've died. We needed enochian just to ward them out of the house. None of the usual demon symbols worked."

"So there not demons, i mean, you said it yourself, angel proofing. But i hate to say it, based on everything i'm seeing, there not all that angelic," i said grimacing. That was even worse. Angel proofing? God, what were we? Maybe i should've been asking that instead of learning how to creep into people's minds. "So what the hell are they?"

"I believe its appropriate to come to the conclusion you fall under the same category, depending on whether or not you give into your demonic self," Cas said from behind me.

"Thank you, i was wondering," i said sarcastically. "What's with Dean?" i asked, listening to gun shots go off. Target practise, by the looks of it drunken target practise. Well he might as well get good at it, based on the endless supply of empty bottles laying around he was having a few more issues then usual.

"Romeo and Juliet got real cozy the night before you died," Bobby said rolling his eyes. Ah, well, that explained it.

"Wow, finally gave in huh?" i asked Sam amused. He just shrugged. Oh that's right, he had been in demon blood detox that day. "What else have i missed?"

"Cas fell," Sam said, glancing back at the angel.

"Fell where?" i asked and then frowned at my own stupid question. "Like, fell fell?"

"Yeah, for Dean, they locked Dean up in this beautiful room or something and left him there while i went to kill Lilith. Killing Lilith was the last seal," Sam said awkwardly.

"So let get this straight. When i died, Castiel fell, you feigned out for demon blood, Mara and Dean got real friendly only for her to turn around and flip her evil switch. All the while you did what?" i asked turning to Bobby. He just glared at me.

"Sorry if my life isn't nearly as exciting," he said moodily and i sighed.

"So where was i then? If i was dead, how come i dont remember anything," i said frowning. I didn't remember anything, nothing. Just going upstairs, taking a few shots and falling asleep.

"Good question," Sam said giving me a small smile. "Where do you think you were?"

"I'd like to say heaven, but, i dont know, Mara remembered everything from hell, but i got nothing," i said shaking my head.

"I wonder who brought you back, you think the angels would?" Sam said, turning to Cas. Who looked like a sorry sight just on first glance. All dishevled, tired and kind of a kicked puppy look on his face. It was rather pathetic in comparison to the first time we'd met him. He was all power back then, but now.

I shook my head, and turned back to Sam's laptop. I didn't know anything, and seeing as all we had were theories and ideas, i may as well find out what my siblings have been up to.

The first link i clicked on read 'hoax explosion set by infamous Petrelli family.' It was an account of a young woman. She described two creatures that looked like angels, but had started killing people whenever someone spoke out at them. That the girl had set fire from one person to the next, all the while singing some kind of song. But it was foreign and no one understood it. The building then collapsed in on itself and they just sort of flew away laughing. As if that hadn't been disturbing enough, there were slightly blurry pictures of them.

"Jesus Christ," i said, staring at an aerial picture taken of a demolished town. It looked like a hurricane had gone through there and then a giant having a hissy fit stomped through the town. It took weeks to recover missing people and almost everyone in the town was dead. According to the police, it was a town known for hiding criminals. They hadn't been hiding there, someone had broken into one of their homes and taken off with her car. Which, coincidentally had been tracked to a local bar and she'd taken her car back after swearing they'd regret pissing her off.

After about the fifth hour i just felt nauseous and i couldn't look at any of it anymore. She was a monster. No wonder why Dean was taking this so badly. Finally giving into your feelings for someone and then bam, not a day later she's the next thing you have to devote your time to trying to kill. Yeah, that would do a number on anyone.

"So, have you guys seen her, has she attacked you or anything?" i asked, bringing Sam, Cas and Bobby out of their readings.

"She painted Dean's car a pink color, and she made it talk like mickey mouse last month, not sure why though," Sam said trying and failing to hide his smirk. Dean loved that car.

"She hasn't tried to hurt you guys?" i guessed hopefully. If she still cared about them, that was a start.

"Not exactly. She came by a few weeks after you died, to get her weapons and whatever else she had here. Dean tried to stop her, and she put him in the hospital," Bobby said, taking his cap off and scratching his head.

"We ran into her six weeks ago at some sort of ritual Lucifer had been doing. She didn't hurt us or anything, but we were seperated and whatever went down between them just totally messed with him. Dean wouldn't talk about it though."

"You have no idea what she said to him?" i asked frowning, we all turned to the door as Dean came strutting in. He had that 'say a word and i'll shoot you' look on his face. "What?" he asked suddenly, realizing all of us were staring at him.

"Did you run out of bullets or booze?" i shot at him bluntly.

"Bite me Bella," he shot, glaring and then stomped off. I sighed.

Yeah, there seemed to be a lot of stuff that needed fixing. I needed to fix my crazy murderous sister, whose new best friend was a brother who'd spent a good year trying to kill us, Cas was a wingless angel and it seemed to be getting worse. Dean was fix kinds of broken and Lucifer was strolling around like this was his planet now. Not to mention the millions of questions that i had and that needed to be answered. Oh yeah, it was great to be back.