Hi, my name's Caitlyn and I lived a fairly normal life until I was 16 if you don't count the fact that my Dad died in a house fire when I was a baby.

Obviously I was too young to remember him so I guess you don't miss what you never had and my mum was the best. She did the work of two parents. Not only did she somehow manage to pay the bills and put food on the table but she always had time for me and the house was always spotless. I don't know how she managed it

The only thing I missed out on was having a brother or sister. Mum never remarried after Dad died. I guess they were like soul mates and she couldn't even look at another man again.

Anyway I was doing great at school, I had good friends and I thought I was in with a shot with Scott, the boy I liked even though half the female population at my school liked him too but suddenly it all didn't seem to matter anymore. I came home from school one day to find my mum or at least what was left of her. Something or someone had torn her to pieces. Whatever if it the police never figured it out.

The next two years passed in a blur for me. I had no family that knew about so was placed into foster care. My grades slipped and I no longer care. I had nightmare, some of them felt so real. I'd dream of dark horrible things that lived to torment and kill, different monsters and demons but one thing in my dreams remained the same.

His name was Sam Winchester and he travelled around hunting down evil and kicking ass with his brother Dean. My dreams played out like some kind of soap opera and I felt like I knew these two brothers. But I thought I must be crazy. It was just a dream right? They were couldn't be real.

Well that's what I tried to tell myself one night when what seemed to be a dream began to feel a little more real than usual.

I t was my 18th Birthday and I was lying in bed when I heard voices outside my bedroom door.

I knew my foster parents were away visiting relatives.

I strained to hear what they were saying. I couldn't be sure but I thought I heard a female "we have to kill the bitch"

I realised they must be talking about me because nobody else was home. I had no idea what I had done but they must obviously hate me to want to kill me and the woman had referred to me as a bitch.

I wanted to jump out of bed and run or grab something to fight with but I just froze in fear and closed my eyes.

Everything went silent, I slowly opened my eyes. I wasn't in my room anymore. I was in what looked like a motel room and there were two people asleep in their beds.

As I tried to decide what to do next, one of them sat up and demanded "What the hell are you doing in here? Are you a Demon bitch?"

"I'm not a bitch" I exclaimed "Why does everyone keep calling that?"

Then I opened my mouth as I realised who he was "Dean?"