"Momma why don't you believe me?"

"I'm supposed to believe that my husband, your father, beats you and that he raped you? I'm sorry but this is a lie just like last time. You're a bad child that's why you get reprimanded, so don't blow it out of proportion and say he's beating you cause he ain't. You just don't want us together anymore." The girl's mother yelled angrily. She knew that if her mother got angry enough like last time she'd end up with another broken arm or worse.

"Momma, I swear to you I'm not lying. I wouldn't do that, I have never lied to you about this before. He did do those things to me and all the things before. Momma please you gotta believe me. And Momma, he's your husband not my father. Remember you drove dad away after you married Chuck because he was the only one that believed me." The young girl yelled as loudly as she could, she was holding back tears and she could feel the lump in her throat welling up and restraining her voice. This may have not been the first fight, but it was the first time she had the courage to confront her mother with this.

SMACK! As if she was watching the situation from outside her body, her mother slapped her across her face. The sound of the back of her mother's hand colliding with the soft flesh of her cheek still ringing in her ears, she fell to the floor slightly dazed by the force. With her mouth stiff and her teeth gritted together, anger was the only expression that registered on her face. So she sat with her anger and stared at her mother.

"Don't you dare blame your father's leaving on me you little bitch. You were just as much to blame. He wanted to get away from you, he said you scared him with all those evil thoughts you had. Saying all the time that something bad was after you and that you thought something was wrong with your step-father. You've always had a creative imagination, even when you were a kid back in California. You and your cousin were always making up stories of people dying and getting in accidents. Telling your father these stories, it scared the crap out of him. He was fed up so he left with that floosie that you thought was sooo great for him." Her red-faced mother shot with so much anger that the girl got goose bumps up her spine.

From behind her mother a dark figure arose, his longdirty blond hair covered his face but she knew what it was. Although his appearance changed every time she saw him, the feeling she got was always the same: Death. This was the man that was after her, taunting her dreams and causing all the "accidents" and "deaths" that she told her father about when she was young. Now he had on a black worn leather jacket, faded jeans and biker boots that thudded on the wooden floor of the living room as he approached her mother, who was none the wiser. The girls eyes stayed glued to the figure just over her mother's shoulder. She watched paralyzed with fear as he raised a clean and shiny dagger into the space above her mothers back.

"NNNNOOOOOOO"

A few minutes earlier outside.

"So how much money did you make?" Sam Winchester asked as he and his brother walked towards the '67 Chevy Impala.

"About $200 why?" Dean asked shoving the money in his leather coat pocket.

"Just hoping we can stay in a motel tonight, cause your back seat is very uncomfortable."

Leaning against the top of his car looking at his brother with a smirk, "Be lucky I made that much 'cause with all that bitching back there I was planing on letting you sleep in the car anyway."

"NNNNOOOOOOO" Dean's eyes shot up immediately to a faint light coming form the upstairs of the apartments across the street form the tavern parking lot they were at.

"You heard that right?" Sam was already turning towards the apartments.

The brothers took off at a sprint towards the place where the blood curdling scream came from.

They raced up the stairs and Sam kicked in the door. A girls was laying on the floor unconscious and the woman next to her was definitely dead , the pool of blood surrounding her head gave it away.

"What the fuck happened here?" Dean asked staring at the girl who he assumed was the one that had screamed.

Sam rushed over to the girl and checked her pulse, "She's still alive."

"Should we call the cops or something?" Dean asked.

"I have feeling that this isn't a normal situation Dean."

"What do you mean Sammy? You mean like our kind of situation?"

"Yea," Sam tried to pick up the girl to set her in the chair she was next to but her eyes opened and he jumped. She was looking dead at him.

In the faintest whisper, "Please get me out of here before my step dad gets home."

The young girl had the most terrified look in her eyes that Sam couldn't say no, "Okay."

He picked up the girl and carried her out of the room, as he was leaving he saw a bag that he assumed was the girls so he attempted to grab it and almost lost his balance. Dean braced him, "I got it bro, just get her to the car."

The girl looked up at the man that was carrying her. Sight may have been blurry but she was sure that the tall long haired beauty that had her in his strong arms was none other than Adonis. "Adonis is my savior," she whispered as she tightened her grip around his neck and closed her eyes.

Dean shut the door behind him, he didn't know why, it just seemed like he had to. Just as he crossed the street, Sam was settling the girl in the backseat of the Impala, a large red pick-up truck screeched into the apartment parking lot.

Dean stopped and watched the man get out of the truck. He was a large burly man with short messy black hair and was wearing a plaid shirt with faded jeans. He walked up the stairs tipping something to his mouth that was in a brown paper bag.He reached a door, fumbled with his keys and entered. Stopping dead in his tracks facing into his living room, with what little light was coming from the room Dean saw the expression on the mans face change to anger. Dean realized that was the apartment they just came out of so he turned and ran towards his car.

" It's time to go Sammy, Daddy Dearest is home."