I turned out my light to my room as i jumped in to my bad to avoid the hand that weren't there. I snuggled in to my bed as I though about how I wanted to leave this life. I could hang my self, Down the river, or even an over does/poison. Who would miss me I had no real friend except Rachel, Maybe Conor who I was in love with. He pissed me off for the last time it hurt so bad. he said I was to young yet he flirted with a 15 year old. I'm 17, I'm nice, I like what he likes, we get along better then anyone else. Was I broken or just to ugly? I looked at my phone for a message and there it was.

"Kat, I'm sorry I was overwhelmed by the situation. That kiss we had I didn't feel right."

"I get the gist Conor. No need to explain it at all okay."

He replied I didn't bother reading it. I was done. 'I cant take this anymore, I'm just that doll everyone likes but wont buy cause I'm defective.' My mind screamed. 'No one cares enough to make you happy. Not even your parents.' My parents hated me resented me wished they had failed again when she got pregnant. I got strait A's. What did I ever do to them? I opened the floor bored of a hidden Spot i pulled out the box and in side was my cigarettes and A knife I was given by my cousin. I lit a cig, and smoked out my window contemplating suicide. I opened and closed the six inch blade. I made my decision I was done. I opened the blade tested the blade, as shape as it should be, then cut my arm down the middle from my wrist to the inside of my elbow. I watched the blood pour out of my arm rapidly I felt weaker by the moment I...

"Stella wake up! For the last time!God you sleep like a rock!"

I woke up in a snap Gasping for breath I looked at my arm nothing but a scar. I looked around There was two guys In my room. Correction, not my room looked like a dingy motel room. One was lacing his shoe he looked up and gave a smiling he had longish hair I liked it. I gave a faint smile back. Other dude came out of a area brushing his teeth he had short hair nice looking to, he looked a little mad.

"About time, you need to get ready, we are leaving soon."

What do I do I'm so confused where am I? Who are these people? 'Kat, go outside.'

"What? who's there?"

The guy with longish hair looked at me funny. "Are you okay?"

"You didn't here that?" 'They can't hear me only you can.'

"Hear what?" Long hair said

"Um.. nevermind Old motels they make weird noises." 'Nice cover. Meet me outside, I have some explaining for you to do. Just say your going for a jog, that's the normal for you.'

"I'm going for a jog."

"We need to leave, like now."

"10 min okay. Let me in the bathroom." He left I saw the clothes laid out for me I quickly put them on. I looked in the mirror I looked completely different. I freaked. ' Don't freak out, Come outside.' I stuck the sock cap on. I walked out the door Room 17 Okay i can remember that. 'Come down the stairs to your right there I'm waiting'

I saw a man waiting there. "Who are you. Where am I And who are they?"

"I know your confused"

"Like hell I am" Did I just say that I never say that stuff.

"O, good the speech is starting to kick in. Your name is now Stella those two guys are your brothers, Sam and Dean. You are in Lawrence, Kansas. Dean got back from hell a few days ago." He paused I waited. "This Is a parallel universe, I saw you and knew you would be better here I saved you. I'm giving you a second chance to be happy. Think of it as a wish never wished."

"So I have Brothers now? Did they have a sister before? Did I take her place?"

" Yes, No, and No.

"Great now I'm an add-on? Like they need that, and Dean went to Hell?"

"Look you will live a year in this time, in an few hours you memories will be filled so you know how to answer any question." Just play it cool for now i'll explain more later."

He was gone I looked at my right wrist it had been ruffly Ten min so I climbed the stairs. I felt great physically. I looked Down, Then I realized I was super in shape. I lifted my shirt a bit to feel my stomach small ab's as well. My boobs where smaller. my waist there but not bulging. I liked this life so far. Okay so room seventeen I walked to the door a guy came out. 'That's Dean' Got it mysterious life saver. 'You're welcome' Okay leave now would be good. So this thing can read my mind, Great.

"I'll go get my stuff."

"I have it right here. Are you felling okay?"

"I'm fine" I snapped Fuck! what? Crap im changing a lot.

"Okay, Come on Sam."

"One sec." He was there in a matter of seconds. Dean handed me my bag. A duffel with skulls on it now that's my style finally something that's not completely different. I hung it over my shoulder,and stepped to the side to let Dean lead the way. He took it and I fallowed with Sam hind me. Dean open the drivers side to an impala. I was black and pretty sweet ride. I opened the door to the back seat and set my duffel next to me, Sam got in on the passenger side. He started rambling on about strange things as Dean started the car. His car purred beautifully. Sam went on about the weird things happening in some place I didn't care about. I thought of Conor and the way I got in this mess. Am I dreaming. 'No this is no dream I can promise you that.'

O and that guy in my head that can't let me think for two seconds before interning my head. 'Sorry' How about you only come when I ask. Agreed? 'Agree.' I looked out my window was me drove past all the scenery, It was like something from a move. My head started to hurt not bad so I ignored it. The pain grew and grew, it felt like someone was beating my head in with a bat. I winced in pain. I saw Dean And Sam chopping heads off of these creatures no Vamps. There Vamps, how do I know. It switched, now There was a little Girl She was holding a old time shaving blade I shot her, She disintegrated. Then she was back but got in-golfed in flames and was gone, a ghost. Huh? Black eyed girl in a chair screaming and slewing hateful things Dean chanting words I don't know. wait, Latin, I know this word for word. Devils trap, Bobby's.

"Stella? Stella!" Dean screamed.

"Stop the Car... Stop the car now!" He pulled over I shoved my way out of the car I was dazed wobbling back and forth I fell on the pavement. Someone picked me up and moved me the pain increased as more interned my mind. I screamed as I clutched my head. Someone was holding me. Keeping my from moving. I didn't stop him. I finally felt like someone cared about me on a personal level.

"It's going to be okay, I promise." He said.

Note to readers: I wrote this out of an escape for reality. I wish for no hate, Hope you enjoy. :)