"Winchester!" The loud noise jolted me out of my sleep. I rubbed my eyes and looked up at Mr. Harris hazily. He had slapped my desk with the meter stick, which he usually toted around to jar students out of their sleep.

"Miss Winchester, I know your family may have saved the world, but that does not give you an excuse to sleep through Algebra II!" He turned to the board and continued teaching just in time to miss the scowl I sent his way.

He probably got eight hours of sleep last night while I was running on possibly three.

"Since Rae thinks she can sleep, let's see her answer the next question. Rae?" Mr. Harris switched the slide on the board and stood by his podium. I blinked a couple of times at the board. The numbers quickly turned into symbols and Latin. I shook my head and tried looking at it again. Ah yes, x + 16x + 8. Something I could've easily done if a) I didn't hate Algebra II and b) if I hadn't been up all night watching Uncle Sam question demons.

"I don't know, Mr. Harris. I probably could've done it if I hadn't been asleep," I quickly glanced up at the clock. "The entire class period." Mr. Harris frowned, but the class bell rang, ending last period. I quickly gathered my things and left the room, not wanting to be held back by the angered math teacher. I was about 5 feet from my locker when I heard.

"Rae Winchester, please report to the office. Rae Winchester, please report to the front office. Thank you." I sighed and put my things I didn't need to take home, which was like one book, into my locker and shoved the other textbooks into my bag. Why was Uncle Sam so hellbent on me being here everyday? I heaved my bag over my shoulder and made my merry way to the office.

"Rae!" A voice called behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see Rosalie running up to me. Her reddish brown hair was cut into a bob with her bangs lining her face. She currently wore skinny jeans and an Iron Man t-shirt.

"Rose, make it quick! You-"

"Know you your uncle freaks out when your a couple minutes late getting home. Yes, completely aware. But don't forget to bring the materials for Chemistry tomorrow!"

"Sorry, I just forgot-"

"I know." Rose gave me an understanding look. "Just remember tomorrow. I don't need another day of just sitting in class!" Rose walked off.

"You know you enjoyed the free day!" I called after her. Rose turned and stuck out her tongue before mouthing "Don't forget". I saluted and continued to the office. The hallways were packed with kids running to the bus or to their cars. I weaved left and right to avoid bodies heading the opposite way. The front office wasn't far, but it took longer than needed to just get through the hallway. It didn't help when someone thought it necessary to make out with their boyfriend in the middle of the hall.

I found myself once again questioned why Uncle Sam sent me to this school.

As I walked up the hallway, my phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pocket and quickly unlocked it to see I had a message from no other than Uncle Sam himself. Now, this normally didn't phase me as we texted each other all the time, especially during school. It was what the message contained that made me stop. It contained one simple word that made my blood run cold.

"Run."

Now before I get you all hooked into my story, I should tell you a bit of my background. My name, as you know, is Rae Winchester. I am 16 years old and I live with my Uncle Sam. I have been for about 15 years now. Why? Well, my dad is none other than Dean Winchester himself. When I was one, my father left me in the care of his brother, telling Sam he would only have to watch me for one night. Dean Winchester never came back. Sam waited for days, weeks, months, which eventually turned into years.

Dean Winchester never came back. That only put me into a predicament. I was the only child of one of the most powerful demon hunting families ever, which put me at a useless amount of risks. Which was why the text message I just received was terrifying. I debated going back to my locker and putting things back in there to make my bag lighter, but if the danger was in the school I was only endangering myself. What did Uncle Sam know? I pulled off my bag and took all the unimportant thing, like text and notebooks and shoved it into a random locker.

"Locker 237, got it." I mumbled to myself. Hopefully this person didn't mind my books being there. Before I slung my bag once again over my shoulder, I took out what looked like a flute case.

It definitely wasn't a flute in that case.

I didn't even get the chance to stand up before a scream filled the air. Suddenly, all the kids were rushing back inside the school building. I zipped my bag up and tried to the best of my ability to run outside, assuming that's where the danger was. I pulled my phone back out and dialed Uncle Sam as quickly as I could. It rang three times before picking up.

"Sam, what's going on? It's crazy out-"

"Rae? Get out of there. Run home. Do you hear me? Get out-" Silence. My heart dropped.

"Sam? Uncle Sam?"

"I'm sorry, the number you have reached as been disconnected. Please-" I hung up and headed outside.

"What the..." I stared up into the endless black sky. I checked my phone again. 3:23 P.M.. There was no way it'd be this dark. I opened up my flute case and pulled out my angel blade, no longer caring who could see me. I scanned the area and found no immediate danger. What caused this? I took off down the street to see bodies scattered among the school grounds. I ran over to one and flipped it to face me. I gasped as I stared down at a little ninth grader. I tried to check her non-existing pulse. I got back up and tried not to think about how many of these bodies I might possibly know.

"Well, if it isn't the Winchester." I stopped moving. I turned to around to see some man walking my way. He had dark, greasy hair with a matching black beard. He was wearing all black leather everything, which disturbed me on some level, though it brought out his dark skin. He moved with swagger across the road as he headed my direction, but the thing that caught my eyes were his.

He had pure black eyes.

"What do you want?" I demanded. The man laughed as the wind picked up.

"You look more like your father than I thought. You have his hair color, his eye shape, his nose. Hell, you two even dress the same." I looked down at my plaid shirt and frowned.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Oh, I was just a little curious on where you got those pretty blue eyes." As if this guy wasn't creeping me out enough already, he had to mention my eyes. The eyes that I got from my mother, who I've never met, but have been told million of times that I had her eyes. Mostly by Cas.

Ugh, I had to change the subject.

"Where's Sam?" The demon raised an eyebrow at my question.

"He went...away and told me to take care of you. So here I am!" He quickly came at me, but a quick swipe from my blade gave me the opportunity for a quick getaway. He screamed out and I took my chance to duck behind a car. I could fight, but I couldn't fight a demon by myself. Well, I wasn't actually sure if I could or not. Uncle Sam never gave me the opportunity.

"C'mon, Little Winchester!" A popular nickname of mine that I earned by people, erm demons, trying to kill me. "Don't make me destroy this whole parking lot!" I cursed and looked around for any possible leverages. I'd be doing better if I had a gun of some sort. Cars make wonderful explosives.

"Well, I guess I'll have to make you come out!" A car flew overhead as he finished his sentence. Yeah, there's no way I'd be able to fight him by myself. I sunk against the car and attempted to come up with some sort of plan when something, more like someone, caught my attention. Rosalie's body was laying motionless a couple cars away from me. I knew I couldn't stop and save everyone, but Rosalie was an exception. I quickly darted from car to car in a silent attempt to get Rosalie. Cars and other type of debris was still flying overheard. I wasn't paying attention and a brick fell and hit my leg, causing me to cry out and fall into the open. The demon quickly turned and faced me, but I needed to get Rosalie out of here. The demon saw who I was headed for and quickly made his way to her. As he approached her, Rosalie began to stir.

"No!" I scream out and attempted to run.

"This girl's important, huh? I doubt she'll remember you when I drag her into Hell!" Rose screamed as the demon lifted her over his shoulder. Ignoring the pain in my foot, I got up and ran after the two of them. The demon began muttering something; I was too far away to understand it. But I quickly got the idea when a huge black hole began forming in the middle of the parking lot. I picked up speed.

"Rae!" Rose screamed, reaching out for me. I grabbed her and pulled back with all my might. She fell off him and landed on me. I pushed her off, yelling "Get out of here!" before turning and facing the demon. He instead grabbed my injured foot and drug me towards him.

"That worked better than I expected. Now let's go somewhere fun!" I reached out for something to grab onto but found nothing. A scream escaped my throat as I felt the blackness sucking me in.

"See you on the flipside." Was the last thing I heard before the darkness completely took over.