A/N- Here come Sam and Dean! Thanks for reading. Feedback is appreciated.
*One Week Later*
I had somehow managed to keep living in my house, but I was going to be kicked out soon. I didn't really mind though, honestly. I sat on the couch staring at my hands, my mind overflowing. I'd been back in school for three days now, and while I was there I didn't talk about my family. In fact, I barely spoke at all. My friends knew better then to bother me about it, but they didn't know how to interact with me anymore. It's not everyday one of your friends families is slaughtered. I didn't blame them, I just appreciated the fact that they were at least trying to be there for me. The really hard part for me was the fact that the police had no leads on who, or what, had done this. Wait, what was I thinking? Of course it was a person that did this. There are no 'whats' out there, they don't exist. I had been telling myself this for the better part of my sixteen years despite the fact that I could sense weird things. Not anything major, it's just I can tell when someone is a bead person, and I can feel bad energy. I can also sense death. When I come in contact with someone who is going to die soon, I know it. I'm pretty sure it's only when they're going to die of natural causes though. Anyway, I guess you could say I'm attuned to…evil things. And I hate it. There where three reasons as to why I kept thinking 'what' instead of 'who'. First; the only injury to all my family members was an X across the heart. The second was the fact that there was no sign of breaking and entering or of a struggle. The third was my (for lack of a better term) sixth sense. When I arrived home from the movies that fateful night, I knew something was wrong before I even opened the door. When I opened the door, the feeling had become so powerful; I'd almost fallen to the floor. I'm confident that what I sensed that night was real, pure evil. It scared me to think about. Suddenly there was a knock on my front door. I jumped and looked up. How long had I just been sitting there, staring at my hands? I got up off the couch and went to the door. I looked out the side window. There were two men standing outside, talking hurriedly under their breaths to each other. They were dressed in suits, probably more cops or detectives come to talk to me about what I saw. When I opened the door they immediately stopped whispering and looked down at me. Now, I'm 5'1, not the tallest girl around, but these guys really made me feel tiny. The shorter one was probably around 6'3 and the other one had to be 6'6! This would normally have made me feel uncomfortable, I mean, I'm a sixteen year old girl living alone in a big two story house, but for some reason I wasn't worried. The shorter guy cleared his throat. I realized I had been staring as I assessed them. "Hello" the taller one said. "I'm agent Carther, this is agent Mulligan" he said as they both flashed badges. "We just want to ask you a few questions about your family." Agent Mulligan said. "If that's okay." "Yea…yes, of course." I responded, and led them inside. We went into the living room and sat down, me on one couch, them on the other. Agent Mulligan wasted no time and started right in with the questions. "So, why don't you just start by telling us what happened?" he asked. "Uh, um…Well, I was at the movies that night, and was just getting home around 10:30." I started. "When I came in and walked around the corner, I found the four of them. Right here actually" I said, gesturing to the floor. Agent Carther's eyes got wide and…concerned? "In this room?" he asked. I nodded. "And what kind of injuries where on the bodies?" Mulligan asked. "The only thing wrong with them was an X shaped cut on each one of their chests." I said. The agents turned to each other and arched their brows. "Are you sure?" Carther asked. "Well…the cuts looked pretty deep…and they were bleeding a lot…" I said, sensing something was going on. "Wait, shouldn't you guys have access to the autopsy records and stuff? Shouldn't you know about the bodies already…?" "Yea…well, we wanted to get your side of the story first" Mulligan said. "Sure" I said, not convinced. "Every other cop, agent, and detective that has showed up here knew about the injuries to the bodies already. So, what are you two playing at?" My voice started rising. I was angry. How dare these two…jerks come into my house only weeks after my family died and lie to me! "Now tell me what you two really want or I'm calling the cops." I threatened. Now they were really shocked. I think they expected a small sixteen year old girl to me intimidated by two huge strangers, and not to threaten them. Carther tried one last time to convince her. "Look, we're just trying to-""Cut the crap" I said, standing up and heading towards the phone. "I'm calling the cops." I had the phone in my hand and was about to dial when a hand wrapped around my wrist. "We can't let you do that" Mulligan said, taking the phone out of my hand." Now I was freaked. I started kicking and punching at Mulligan. "Ow…hey! Quit it!" He yelled. Suddenly, I was grabbed from behind, my arms pinned to my sides. "Hey!" I yelled. "Let me go gigantor!" I screamed at Carther. "You need to stop! We're just trying to help you!""Ya, like I'm gonna believe that!" I snarled. Mulligan got right in my face. "You need to calm down." He said sternly. I kept struggling and Carther lifted my feet off the ground. Now I had no leverage. "Please, please just listen. You're in danger, but we can only help you if you'll let us." Mulligan said. Something in his voice made me stop. "Is this about the thing that killed my parents?" I asked suddenly. "Yes, and we think it's going to come back for you." I let myself go limp, and Carther put me down. I stepped back to look at them both. "You gonna listen?" Carther asked. "Well, first things first. Why don't you start by telling me your names? Your real names." I said. They looked at each other. "Sam" gigantor said. "Dean" Mulligan said. "Your name?" Sam asked. I paused "…Ash" I responded. "Well Ash, we need to talk." Dean told me. Then Sam and Dean started in on the story that would change my life, forever.