"Now explain all this to me again," Dean said taking another sip of his beer.

Idiot.

"I. Am. Lucifer's. Daughter." He was annoying me to the bone.

I went to the fridge and grabbed my own beer. This better calm my nerves or I might just bash in his pretty little skull.

"How old are you anyway?" that was Sam. He was the younger one, but smarter and taller. Maybe even a bit cuter.

"319." I flashed them a nice smile, for I was proud for living this long. I looked good for it, too. I doubt I look a day over 19, maybe even 20.

Dean choked a little bit on his beer.

"Maybe in brains, but she is 19 in our dimension." Bobby elaborated this part as if he didn't want to believe I was that old.

"Who's body are you in?"

"What!" I was stunned by his question. Body?

"Who are you possessing? Runaway teen..."

I couldn't help but laugh. "I made this one. It fits my soul perfect. If it dies I can make a new one. No soul has or will ever live in it but me."

Blank looks covered their faces. I never told Bobby about this. He never asked so I never had a reason to. "Okay, once upon a time I was a normal girl going to school, dating, and all that fun stuff. Till Lilith had the idea of raising my dad from hell and demons started coming after me. Then it got worse when two IDIOTS raised him!" My voice raised as I finished the last part. I cleared my throat and took it down a notch. "So, I went on the run."

The room was silent. I pulled a chair up and took a seat. Moments passed and no one spoke. I was kind of happy 'bout that. I set my beer down and slouched forward waiting for someone to speak.

Dean left his position from where he was leaning on the wall a moment later and walked over to where I sat. I eyed him dubiously. He leaned down and took my beer. "You're too young."

"Excuse me!"

"Dean, I wouldn't make her mad," Sam said taking a step forward.

Dean just stood there staring at me and took a sip.

"You can keep it. I don't know what diseases you got."

Sam and Bobby stifled a laugh; Dean just gave me a dirty look.

Castiel just popped up out of no where.

"Cas!" I squealed like a school girl as I ran to him.

"Laena!" he said with the just as much enthusiasm as I had. The angel hugged me.

My oldest friend. He knows my mom-or who she is. Only god-and Lucifer-know who she is. The only thing I know is that she's my mother. No lie, not even her name. It's sad, I know, but it's my life and I've dealt with it for over 300 hundred years and I'm not going to start sulking now.

"You know each other!" Dean and Sam yelled.

Castiel set me down and I pushed back my platinum blond board-straight hair.

"He's my oldest friend," I explained.

"It's true."

"She's Lucifer's daughter. And you two are friends?" Sam was baffled.

"You never told me you knew this angel," was all Bobby actually said on the subject. He walked out of the room before the upcoming argument started.

"Her mother's an angel, too." I think Cas added that to lighten the mood. I know Cas has an issue with working with demons, they probably know that too, and that's why they are so confused on us being friends.

Dean dropped his-was mine- beer. I dove down and caught the beer before it could make a mess and brake on the floor.

Sam let out a creepy laugh.

"What's so funny?" I asked standing up and walked toward Sam.

"Your mom's an angel. Your dad's Lucifer. Not a feasible lie."

Now that made me laugh. "If you think my dad's bad you haven't seen nothing yet!" I closed my eyes then re-opened them and I knew what they looked like-black, like a possessor demon's eyes look like.

He backed down a bit, but not by much. But he will back down more because I don't stand his kind of people or his brother's. They are lucky I don't blow them into pieces. Hey! That gives me an idea. I raised my hands ready to expand there insides and boil them to explode.

Bobby tackled me to the ground. He probably knew what was going on inside my deranged head.

With that tackle, I regained my sense and made my temper lower. I felt bad I got so hot headed over a comment as true as that one. Sam was right, I know it sounds like a lie, and I wish it were, but it's not and will never be.

Bobby got up and helped me up.

I kept my eyes on the floor, I didn't want to see any of their faces. "I'm sorry for being a hot head."

"Your hair," Castiel choked out, "it was...black."

From a normal girl to a demon in just one moment of my anger. It sucked, but it was better than the alternate: From a pure white angel to a demon of sheer darkness in one true moment of happiness. She who wields this curse will bring total destruction to all of humanity and demons and angels alike.

The black hair had to do with my demon side. It just was like the curse said "pure white"-my blond hair-and "sheer darkness"-black hair. I wasn't just for the happiness. If I had my happiness I would destroy everything. I don't understand exactly how to explain such a thing as this, I don't understand it that much myself either.

If you think you would love to be the devil's daughter and if you dream about it every night, QUIT! It's not a dream its a curse one you can never get rid of. The struggle to be good is like a crap hole. If you don't think you want to be good and side with evil, that's worse. The second you screw up your left alone. No one wants you, and no one will ever need you.

I lifted my eyes off the ground and saw their faces. Horror and shock covered all of their faces.

I couldn't handle it! I ran out of there. Passed my jeep, passed the junkyard. And I just ran. I never want to stop running. My life is freaking' hell, and it will never end.