My name's Caitlin. I'm eighteen and I'm a Hunter. It's not exactly a safe job, but I'm good at it. I have a difficult past, but I don't talk about it much. Things got more difficult when my parents called two Hunters down to help us.

I was just coming down the stairs when I heard Mitch on the phone.

'Yes. We didn't know who else to call. We know you know how to deal with these creatures.' Mitch sounded nervous.

He got a reply, but he stared at my presence.

'You're only an hour away? That's brilliant! Thank you. We'll wait for you at our house to brief you on the situation.' Mitch signalled for me to be quiet.

He hung up on them and walked to me.

'Caitlin, we need help to catch it. They know their stuff.' Mitch pointed out.

'You think I'm just some kid who doesn't know what she's doing, more like! I'm not some kid, Mitch! I'll be in the garden.' I snapped.

I stormed out the room and out to the massive garden. It was lush and beautiful, unlike the things that haunt my nightmares. I sat on the bench under the blossom tree and tried to calm my anger down. I could hear Mitch and Heather laughing about something with two other people. I looked at the plant pot opposite me. I fixed on it and let a crack slither down it.

'Caitlin, can you come inside please?' Heather called out the open door.

I didn't move. I didn't intend on moving anywhere. I preferred it out here, where I could think. I was an outsider and they knew it.

'Caitlin!' Heather called, a bit angrier now.

I looked right at her and she knew I wasn't coming. She walked away from the doorway and I looked away from the doorway. I heard feet walk on the patio and then towards me. I was then yanked up on my feet by my right shoulder sleeve.

'You're coming inside now before I lock you in the cupboard again. Do I make myself clear?' Mitch snarled.

I broke free from his grip. His glare was furious. I knew I could be dead any second.

'I don't play by your rules anymore, Mitch! You're not my Dad!' I yelled at him.

Mitch slapped me round the face. He yanked me into the house and shoved me onto the sofa.

'I'm sorry about this. Caitlin's not usually like this.' Heather tried to cover for me.

I felt my anger start to bubble over the edges. I despised Mitch more than ever.

'Can you show me the information you've both gathered about this monster?' One of the new guys asked.

'Sure. Follow me.' Heather was calm.

I heard Mitch and Heather leave with him. I then saw out the corner of my eye the other guy sit next to me on the sofa.

'Are you alright?' He asked.

'Why do you care so much? Who even are you?'

'My name's Sam. I came here with my brother Dean. We're Hunters, like your parents.' Sam tried to be gentle with me.

'They're not my parents.' I scoffed.

I stood up and looked out the window to the front lawn.

'What?' Sam was confused.

'My mother's dead and my father didn't care enough to check we were alright. He's a jerk and I hate him.' I snapped.

'Caitlin, I'm sorry. I didn't know.' Sam slowly walked to stand next to me.

'No one asks. Mitch thinks I can't handle this, so he calls you two in. It's a blow to the head. I know how to take this creature down, but he won't let me. If I try anything, he locks me in the cupboard under the stairs. It sounds like something my Dad would have done.' I felt my anger build again.

The lights flickered on and off. Sam looked spooked. The guy that came with Sam, called Dean, came back in with Mitch and Heather.

'What's that?' Heather was confused.

'That doesn't feel like a ghost or spirit.' Dean explained.

I then put two and two together. My anger was sparking the lights to flicker. I tried to calm my anger down and the lights stopped.

'Ok. That wasn't normal.' Dean was curious.

'We'd better go and find this thing. Caitlin, stay here.' Mitch was controlling me again.

I left the living room and picked up my backpack by the door. I then left, slamming the door behind me. I ran down the steps and got into my car. I sped off as fast as I could towards the location I knew the creature was in.

Come on, Caitlin. You can do better than this. I will find you and you won't escape me.

I recognised the voice in my head from years ago. They had caused things to get out of control and I had to do something about it. I noticed I pulled up near Cold Oak. I got out the car and pulled my backpack onto my back and walked towards the abandoned town. The trek was slightly muddy, but I didn't care.

I eventually reached the town and it was all abandoned. Something pulled me here and it was familiar, just like before. I heard running behind me.

'Caitlin! What the hell are you playing at?!' Mitch yelled.

I didn't turn round. I sensed something was here and it needed us to be. Mitch started to walk towards me, but I was sure I heard him getting stopped.

'Caitlin wouldn't have come here without reason. Let us talk to her and figure that out before you hurt her.' Dean suggested.

I heard someone walk to me. Sam was on my left.

'What is it?' Sam asked.

'Something called me here, Sam. It's like I know it other than seeing the images in my head.' I explained.

'What do you know of this place?'

'I know the yellow eyed demon called the psychics here to kill each other until one was left to lead. It's that same pull, Sam.'

Sam stared at me in shock. I then saw something move. It looked like a figure. I then pegged it after them. I then ended up chasing them.

'CAITLIN!' Dean yelled.

I kept chasing the figure and then I threw a knife at them, which lodged in their back. They tumbled and I saw they had yellow eyes glaring up at me.

'Caitlin.' Yellow Eyes grinned at me.

'You.' I stepped back from him.

Yellow Eyes got up and pulled the knife out his back. I was horrified.

'You're alone now, Caitlin. You should have stayed with Sam and Dean.' Yellow Eyes grinned.

'SAM!' I screamed.

Yellow Eyes chuckled at my efforts. I was then grabbed from behind, but I felt safe. I then looked at who held me to them. Sam had found me and held me into his right side. He saw Yellow Eyes and freaked. Dean had caught up to us too and he was just as freaked out.

'You should be dead.' Dean snarled at Yellow Eyes.

'I still have a contract outgoing.' Yellow Eyes looked right at me.

I didn't understand what he meant. Then I saw an image of me in a cot with him dripping blood into my mouth. My mother found him and I could see her on the ceiling.

I came back to where I was. I was being carried in someone's arms. My eyes wouldn't open properly. I got a glimpse of the figure carrying me was Dean and then it went black, but not quick enough for me not to see Mitch's aggressively mad face.