Chapter I
I was born on July 13, 1984 on a Friday to Joshua and Mary McDermount. We were a normal family. I was not a normal child; I was advanced in all ways. My mother nearly died given birth to me, and as a result she had her tubes tied. I grew up an only child. My father was raised a Catholic, Neal SEAL and my mother was more of a, well, witch. For lack of a better term. They were polar opposites. It made for an interesting childhood. My mother knew from the moment of conception that I was a different, very gifted child. And I was raised as one, much to my father's objections. My mother taught me all about the "other" side of our world, the hidden side, and that part of myself. She use to tell me that I was a very special person and that someday the world would need me. My father was the one to give me my moral standing and my Paladin attitude. I came to believe that I was, in fact, a Paladin, a servant of the forces of good. Nothing in my life had pointed other wise. I never had any problems with schooling; I got straight A's all throughout my school career and full ride scholarship to my choice of colleges. I got double Bachelors degree from Stanford University in Psychology and Criminalistics and went on in Stanford to get my Maters in Psychology, graduating in December 2005. I went through the Federal Spring 2006 Academy, which is where I meet my late fiancé, Jacob Dayton. Life was perfect. Jacob and I bought a house in Estas Park, Colorado. We were supposed to be married on September 23, 2006.
It was the night before our wedding and my parents were over for dinner. They were staying with us and watching our animals while we were on our Honeymoon in Puerto Rico. It was about 0300 hrs; I woke up in a cold sweat. I had had a nightmare, which happened every now and then. Only problem was, I couldn't remember it. So I walked downstairs, and out on to the back porch. I just stood there looking at the stars. Suddenly I heard a crash from the room my parents were staying in. I dashed up the stairs and in to my parents room. It was dark and all I could hear was a small wet sound, like a faucet dripping into a bowl of water. I went for the light and turned it on. I saw two small pools of blood on my parent's bed. I watched as two drops landed in the individual pools. I looked up and found both of my parents pinned to the ceiling, faces frozen in terror. Then there was a sudden burst of flames from behind them; I was thrown to the ground, grinding my elbows on the carpet. I feel the heat of that fire even now. I ran into our room screaming my fiancée's name. I flung myself at where he should have been sleeping. He was not in our bed; I looked up to the ceiling and found him pinned in a similar fashion. I watched him take his last breath, a strangled breath of shook and terror. His dead eyes locked on mine. Again the explosion threw me to the ground, but this blast was enough to shake our house and blow out the windows of our bedroom. I ran out of the house screaming for someone to help me. I was shaking and bleeding from where my elbows had taken abuse and from where the shattering glass had flown at me. I shook for another reason too, there had been an evil in my house, an evil I had never felt before in my comfortable world. I passed out.
The next thing I knew, I had paramedics surrounding me and the police thinking I was responsible. That I had killed my parents and Jacob. Luckily for me the investigation turned up no compelling evidence that I was to blame. The official report stated it was an accidental death caused by smoke inhalation. The fire was said to have been started by a faulty wires. Jacob's parent's put me in an institution for the insane after they heard my original story. I was in there for three months, three months of being around the truly insane who were not blinded by the societal norms. They saw me for what … who I really was. They saw the scars that that evil had left on me, on my soul. Needless to say, I escaped. I began killing anything and everything that so much as felt evil to me, demon or human alike, it didn't matter. Enter John Winchester. To put it simply, he saved me from the most destructive force of all, myself. That is where the story really begins.