Another day by myself. Ever since the leviathans were released my father doesn't let me go hunting with him anymore. There's more to it, I know because we haven't seen a single on in over a year. He locks me up in this warehouse like a princess in a tower. Little does he know, I go hunting on my own.

While reading the police reports I came across something that sounded like it needed my expertise. Four girls were murdered, chopped up and their remains made into a pentagram; is somebody trying to summon something? Or someone? The last body was found just a town over. I loaded my gear into my old truck and headed there.

It's lonely being on the road by yourself all the time. I didn't used to be like this, my dad and I had a lot of fun together during the road trips. He would sometimes drop me off at his best friend's house. His friend had two boys just a little older than me and I would always pick on them; they ever got the best of me! I think my dad had a falling out with him because one day we left and never went to that state again. Hmph, real friends. I can't remember the last time I had a real friend. My dad's excuse for leaving me alone is to go to school and make friends but I can't, not after went I've been through and what I can see. Normal just doesn't seem normal.

I parked my truck outside the last victim's house. There were already a few other cars there; including a black Impala. Why. I haven't seen one of those since-

I looked down at the pill bottle in other seat; I have to skip my pills today. I have work to do. I got out and sat on the hood of my car. I watched the people go in and out of the house. My mind slipped at one point and I saw them. The colors. Around each person. Blue, yellow, red, pink, green. See the thing is, My family has a gift that is passed down to every first born daughter. We can see things. My grandma saw the future. My Aunt saw the past. I see the truth. Or more so, I see auras. The colors represent who you are and what you've done. My personal favorite is purple. If your aura turns purple you are lying.

The pills? They're Schizophrenia pills. They dull my sight and make it easier for my function in day to day life. Do I really want to know if my mailman is having intimacy issues with his wife?

Wait. What's that?

Two older guys walked out of the victim's house. They're bodies are strong and weathered; Their faces where serious and aged. I squinted to see their colors because they were faded. Red, yellow, pink…..Gray? Black? I never seen these colors and so many non-corresponding colors. Red is hatred and Pink is love, Yellow is passion. Buts murder and loss and completely different people's auras mixed into their own.

Dispite being tottaly distracted by these unsual auras I caught a galance of the victim's mother. She was a cold dark blue, loss. Nothing else. I scanned my surroundings and saw something. A symbol for sacrifice, etched into the fence across from the victims house. Had she been chosen this way? Suddenly I lost my balance on the hood of the truck and fell right off. It was a long way down. I think I blacked out for a minute because when I came too, I saw a pair of bring green eyes staring down at me. He was saying something! I traced my eyes to his mouth.

"Hey! Are you okay kid?" A gruff voice asked

"Uh-ow" I choked out, I left him lift him up. The two guys eyed each other and then me. Now that I see them up close, I see that they are wearing suits. Are these guys responsible for what happened to the girls? No, why would they be back if they had been.

"What are you doing out here?" The other one asked. His hair did not match the suit he was wearing, it hung around his face.

"I um…I was…..I heard about what happened and I was just-"They both stood up straight. I tried to make myself look as innocent and stupid as possible. Which is hard to do when you shirt is covered in skulls, you jeans are ripped with deep red stains; Believe me I tried to get them out. You hair is hiding your face. Or it could be the fact that your truck is big, black and the grill has sharp edges extending a few inches out (great for chases).

"Have you been experimenting with anything…Satanic recently?" The long haired on asked. What an odd question. Well maybe for some else. I shifted my feet and made myself as threatening as possible. These guys where either the cause, or they were the hunters.

"I don't know, Have you?" I barked out, eyeing them closely for changes in their colors. They both exchanged glances again.

"What are you up to kid?" The one with green eyes asked.

"Hopefully, the same thing as you or you are in some danger oldman" I snapped back at him.

"Old man? Look kid I don't know what you know or what you think you know but don't do anything stupid" He pointed his finger at me. The haired one put his hand on the green eyed ones shoulder.

"Dean, she just a kid, cool it" He said calmly.

"Ha yeah a kid, sure" Dean laughed coolly.

"Well thanks for this riveting conversation, but assholes I gotta jet. I got a demon to catch" I started to the truck but I stopped and turned. They both stood there bewildered. "Are going to help?" I asked.

There was a long pause, then the long haired one said. "What makes you think it's a demon?"

"Sam! She just a kid!" Dean hastily said. I pointed to the etching on the fence. They both turn their heads to what was a demon sacrifice symbol. Looking at these two again, I realized, I was getting myself into something bad. But hey, it's better than being cooped up in a warehouse all day.