"…the line separating good angels from bad angels is not always clear. An angel may act benevolently in one situation but with evil intent in another."

Holy hell. My head felt like someone had taken Thor's hammer to it. I scrunched my eyes closed even further when I realized that my intense headache was made worse by a constant beeping next to my right ear. I tried to lick my lips but my mouth was too dry. What the hell happened to me?

Then I remembered and I shot straight up-eyes wide. Nausea rose up and clogged my throat. I gagged a little bit and twisted around trying to figure out where I was. Machines were everywhere and the smell of sanitizer was prominent. I was in a hospital. My hand automatically reached around to touch the spot where my head had split open like an egg. Gauze and a shot of pain confirmed that what happened was real. Oh my god. The heart monitor sped up as I remembered Hank. How he gripped my arm so tightly that I could feel the bruise there without looking at it. How he flung me across the room with his mind. And his eyes. His black eyes.

The heart monitor went haywire, and a nurse rushed into the room looking concerned. "Calm down honey, you're in the hospital!" she said pushing on me lightly to get me to lie back down. But I resisted. I needed to run. Run somewhere far away and hide. A cave in Tibet maybe. "Please sugar, you've gotten yourself a serious concussion. Even if you manage to stand up straight you won't get too far," her southern accent was soothing and her gentle rubbing motion on my arms helped too. I eventually did lie back down. But I was far from calm. My eyes paced back and forth all over the room.

She smiled at me. "That's a good job dear, now I know you've just woken up but the cops are here to talk to ya," she said softly. "They say it's urgent, are you up to it?" she asked, checking to make sure I hadn't messed up my I.V. I swallowed. What could I possibly tell the police? That Hank must've taken a super-charged steroid that made him Hulk up? That turned his eyes blacker than tar? They'd commit me before the nurse could finish checking my vitals.

I noticed my glasses on the nightstand next to me and slipped them on. Miracle they didn't break when-I stopped that train of thought in its tracks. I didn't want to think of the sickening crack I heard when my head collided with the wall. With my eyesight restored I saw that the nurse's name was Belinda and she had brilliant blue eyes. She patted my leg through the covers and said, "Well honey?"

Oh yeah. The cops. Just wing it. They've probably already discovered that I've been seeing a shrink for the last month. "Uh sure Belinda," I answered with a gravelly voice, nervously gripping the blanket. "But could I have some water first?"

She stood up quickly and I had a chance to sit up again, slowly this time. She gave me the cup and I drank greedily and felt slightly better. Wordlessly Belinda handed me a couple of pills. I recognized them as aspirin and popped them back quickly. The headache was still murder- why didn't they give me some real painkillers? Belinda patted me again and said that she'd be back shortly. With the police. That I was probably about to bald-face lie to. When did my life get so screwed up?

As I waited my stomach began to roll again. Memories of Hank, the good Hank, warring with the freak of nature that tossed me around like a rag doll. My chest constricted and contracted painfully. My eyes filled with tears that I didn't let fall. No way was I going to talk to the police looking unhinged. Even if that was the way I felt.

Just then Belinda poked her head in, followed by two attractive men dressed in crappy suits. One was really tall. "Nice to see you awake," said the shorter one. He had nice green eyes. "We were worried you would never wake up," he chuckled. I must have made a face because the taller guy dug his elbow into him. The shorter one immediately mumbled an apology and motioned for Belinda to leave. He then pulled out a badge and said, "I'm Agent Mulligan and this is Agent Joiner and we're going to ask a couple of questions ok?" I nodded my head slowly, a little confused. I thought I was talking to the police, not the F.B.I.

Agent Joiner, the tall one, picked up my empty cup and gently asked," Would you like some more water before we begin?" I nodded again, not meeting his eyes. Can I go to jail for lying to a fed?

I twisted my blanket again, bunching it over and over in my hands. Only when the cup of water was thrust in front of my face did I look up again. I thanked him and drank the water slowly, so that I could put off talking to them for as long as possible. Agent Mulligan let out a breath he was holding and pulled up a chair.

"Ok Ms. Lowe, or Sarah if you don't mind," he started. "Why don't you tell us what happened,". He stared at me sort of intensely. Like he was trying to read my mind. It was extremely uncomfortable. Not just because he was an agent but because he was really cute. Being a freckly red-head with constant sunburn and huge glasses was not necessarily a guy magnet and I had never been on the receiving end of a look like that.

I coughed a little and began," Well I'd left my thermos-"and told him the barest bones of what happened. Kept it simple. I went back for my thermos and Hank was there and attacked me for no reason. There. No mind powers and no black eyes. I bit my lip after I was finished and looked away from them. But a sideways glance told me that they weren't buying it. Then Agent Joiner, who had been standing behind Agent Mulligan crossed over and sat at the end of the bed.

"Look, Sarah, we need to know everything that happened. Even if it doesn't make sense to you," he gave me a soulful glance. "Please,"

I closed my eyes tightly and put my head in my hands, so close to going into full on crazy sobs. "It's not possible. I'm sure you know I've been seeing a therapist, I've lost my mind and that's it!" My voice was warbling and that aspirin hadn't kicked in yet. Agent Joiner continued to give me that look and I broke down just enough to blurt out, "He threw me across the room!" I resisted the urge to touch the back of my head. "Without touching me!"

As soon as I said it the feds looked at each other sharply and leaned in closer. Agent Mulligan looked towards the door to make sure no one was about to barge in and very softly asked, "He had black eyes too right?"

Finally the tears leaked over and I smiled. Probably looking like a maniac. "Yes!" waving my hands around animatedly. Then a thought occurred to me. "You guys aren't screwing with me right? I'm not insane ok!" I said with conviction- shaking my finger in their faces.

Agent Joiner shook his head and said, "No! No we believe you. Promise," he gave a small smile. "This isn't our first, uh, case like this,". The way he said case, like he had made up the word, made me frown. But my shoulders relaxed. I hadn't noticed they were so tense. They believe me.

"So what does that mean? What happened to Hank?" I fired off. Without letting them reply I continued," Hank is a good man! He has four kids and plays poker with his fishing pals every Sunday". Why I was defending the man who had nearly killed me I don't know, but after all the times Hank had lent me his coat when I was freezing in the office I couldn't just let these guys think he was all bad.

Agent Mulligan pursed his lips together and grudgingly explained that it was a demon. A demon had possessed my elderly work friend and used his hell powers to throw me around like a football. My mouth dropped open slightly. Were these guys serious?

"That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard," I grounded through clenched teeth. "For one, demons aren't real and two," my voice dropped lower," even if they were real, why the fuck would one take the time to posses Hank and then try to kill me?"

Agent Mulligan seemed to think my question was slightly amusing because he smiled when he said, "Well we were hoping you could tell us,"

"What?" I asked more confused than ever.

Joiner hopped in, saying that demon signs had been cropping up around Phoenix for a couple months now and that their activity had been centered around me. The flickering lights were a sign I had seen almost daily but I hadn't noticed the other things they'd mentioned. Like sulfur and the increase in crime. By the time he'd finished explaining all of the demon activity I no longer doubted that they really believed that demons existed. And damned if I wasn't starting to believe them too. I mean, how else could Hank do what he did yesterday?

"And their faces?" I asked without really thinking about it. "I've noticed some, uh, creepy face shit happening," I added on thinking they would say that it was normal. But the way that Agent Mulligan's eyes bulged out I guessed that it wasn't. Agent Joiner looked freaked too.

"Come again," he asked, giving me a sideways 'you kidding me?' look.

Geez. So even after learning all of that demon crap I'm still crazy. That's great. I wondered if I shouldn't elaborate but then I thought that if anyone could explain what was happening to me it was these guys. "About two months ago I started seeing people's faces mess up. I would be looking at their face, and it would look like another face was under it. A freaky, crumbling face like a horrible macabre Halloween mask," I explained in a rush. Judging by the way the brothers exchanged a glance that was as far from normal as it got.

Agent Mulligan gave me a hard look. "We have a lot more bases to cover then sister. Cuz you just got a hell of a lot more interesting," I gulped. He pulled his chair even closer, the scratch of the legs against the floor making me wince. "We'll start with a softball. Have you been to a crossroads recently?" he asked with a note of anger. I noticed his hands were tightly clenched.

"What the hell is a crossroads," I managed to squeak out. He did that 'stare into your soul' thing again and I guess he believed me because he nodded and kept going. Funnily enough that wasn't the strangest question. After that he asked if there was a house fire when I was six months old. Wha -? Have I ever ran into a yellow-eyed demon. No why-. Could I move things with my mind, could I read other people's minds, could I make people do things just by pure suggestion? No, No what kind of questions-.

"Dean," said Agent Joiner, interrupting the interrogation. "I don't think she knows anything, and I don't think she's like me. Let's give her a rest. We can come back tomorrow," he suggested, looking at me sympathetically. My head was spinning with all of those questions and my headache was spreading from the back of my head to the base of my neck and I wanted nothing more than to scream out my fear, pain, and frustration. I guess Agent Mulligan, or Dean, as his partner called him noticed that I was hurting and backed off.

"One moment," he said before pulling his partner to the side. I looked down at my hands and saw they were shaking again. The knuckles on my right hand were yellow with the first sign of bruising. Demons? What do they want with me? Because if these guys were sure of one thing it was that these black-eyed freaks were laser-focused on me. Well pretty obvious by the way he catapulted me that that thing wanted me dead.

Out of the blue I wondered if anyone called my mother to tell her what happened. It was strange to imagine her visiting me but I was pretty sure she was still my emergency contact, even if we hadn't spoken in years. My eyes blurred. I didn't normally cry at the thought of our dismal relationship but I just wanted someone who would care that I ended up in the hospital. Loneliness is a real bitch. The tears fell over and I quickly brushed them away, not wanting to look even more pathetic in front on the feds. Or are they even for real? I didn't think the federal government would have a supernatural division.

As soon as I had that thought the Agents walked back over to me sort of reluctantly. Agent Joiner sat on the edge of the bed again, "Sarah," he paused for a second," We think it might be best if you came with us,"

"What? No!" I answered immediately.

Agent Mulligan sighed loud enough to get my attention. "Look you can stay, but fair warning; we only sent one demon back to hell last night. And there is at least five more floating around trying to get their hands on you. So if you have any sense at all you'll come with us. We can't protect you here and you are going to end up getting seriously hurt or, more likely, dead," he stated with a matter-of-fact tone.

"But my job-"I started mumbling, and then stopped. How could I go back there without remembering what happened? Did they know where I lived? If these guys were telling the truth, and I believed that they were, how could I say no? "It was you guys wasn't it?" I asked quietly. "You guys were the ones that came in right after he…" I stopped, unable to say it again because I still had trouble wrapping my head around it.

Agent Joiner looked back at me and softly said, "Yes."

This time I didn't bother hiding my tears as I took a deep, shaky breath. "Ok. Let's get out of here," They both looked surprised at my almost too-easy acceptance. Shame crept up, I realized that I was trusting complete strangers with my safety because I was terrified. You're a damn coward Sarah.

"Oh good," said Agent Mull-, Dean rather happily. "I friggin' hate hospitals!"

Thanks for reading you guys! And don't worry, Sarah doesn't stay helpless forever. The poor girl has had a pretty nasty introduction into Demonology 101, luckily the boys were there no?

I'm sorry to say that Castiel isn't going to make an appearance until closer to Chapter 7 or 8. This is a slow burn sort of story and it's going to delve into Sarah's relationships with Sam, Dean, and many other loveable characters too. Character development is important.

With that said, I am in desperate need of an editor. Not just to fix, what I imagine to be, my many grammatical errors, but any other rough patches as well. You will receive full credit at the beginning of every chapter and I will very likely worship the ground you walk on.

Thank you again and we'll see Sarah soon!