"Awh, fuck," A dark-haired girl muttered under her breathe, green eyes scanning the darkened woods in front of her. There was a chiming sound filling the air. "Dammit, what do those idiots want?" She questioned, flipping out her cellphone to see that it was her idiot of a twin brother. She snapped the phone shut and quickly turned it off. She went on full alert now, aware of the fact that the shape shifter she has been hunting probably knows where she's at. She knew she would have to leave quickly, find it another day and kill it. She could feel her stomach drop as she hurt something move within the trees around her.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," She repeatedly muttered to herself, grabbing her gun and hoisting it into a ready position so that she could defend herself if the shape shifter were to attack. However, luck was not on her side, that much was obvious. The shape shifter jumped out at her at a quick speed, smacking the gun out of her hand and across the pathway. The force of the slash resulted in a not-so quiet cracking sound coming from her wrist. She groaned lightly, grabbing out her knife. Looks like she'll have to run and defend at the same time.

She heard the shape shifter moving around again, probably getting ready to attack her again. She turned and yanked her gun off the ground, then started in a fast sprint down the pathway, in an attempt to get to her car. She knew it probably wasn't going to be possible to get to her car when the shape shifter was noticeably faster then her, but the least she could do is try.

She felt a swipe at her back, and could feel the claws that had dug into her skin. She could feel the blood coming out of it, but she knew it was only a light scratch-nothing too deep. She could see the end of the path, the road being illuminated by a light pole. She could make it, she was sure. She had outrun many things before. If she just pushes herself a little more, she'll surely make it to her car. She kept reassuring herself of this, running even faster. She heard the shape shifter chasing after her, and she could practically feel it's stare on her form. She knew there was a possibility that she would probably trip and fall, and it would end in her getting cut and having to fight with whatever she has ready.

When she thought of tripping and falling, as well as the beast behind her possibly ripping her skin away, she pushed herself to go even faster. She could feel her wrist pulsating, and it was not at all a pleasant feeling. She tried to push all the thoughts of falling out of her mind, as well as the thought of the cut on her back and her most likely broken wrist. She felt a swipe at the back of her knees, and then it seemed all too fast to her. She started falling. A lump grew in her throat, and she knew if she wasn't careful she would give this shape shifter the satisfaction of her scream,

She quickly rolled onto her back, watching as the shape shifter towered over her, getting ready to bring it's large claws down on her. She pulled the gun in front of herself and went to go pull the trigger, just to hear an empty click. She cursed under her breathe. The damn thing must have broke when she had fell. She watched in horror as the shape shifter brought down it's claw on her stomach, ripping at the skin and causing an irritated and deep cut on her pale skin. She quickly grabbed out her pocket knife, opened it, and flicked her wrist. It embedded itself in the shape shifters shoulder, causing it to let out a irritated screeching sound and fleeing into the dark trees. She knew if she didn't hurry up, it'd be back, and she'd be done for.

She got off the ground, quickly dusting herself off, and running to the direction of her car. She's almost to the street, her car parked a short distance away from the entrance of the hikers path. Once she got to the road, she sighed and turned on her phone, making her way to the small, dirty brown colored car. She never really cared much on the type of car, so she went with one that was good on gas and mileage.

When she got to her car, she quickly got in and buckled her seat belt. She would wait until she got back to her hotel to call Dean back, though ignoring the chiming phone on the passenger seat was rather hard. She was growing irritated with the constant chiming, and she was even more irritated by the fact that him calling had ruined her hunt once again. It's true it had only happened two or three times, but she still found it rather troublesome.

She parked in the parking space just outside her hotel door. She sighed and picked up her phone, making her way into the dingy room. She knew she had to either go to the hospital or dress her wounds herself, but she doubted she would be able to do a good job at it. She could always call Charm, she's pretty sure she's in the area. She sighed rather dryly, before picking up her phone and dialing Dean's number. She heard it ring a couple of times before she finally heard the click that signaled someone had picked up. "Now what the hell was so damn important you had to interrupt my hunt?" She grunted to the person on the other end, sure it was Dean. "Sorry, but can you get to Bobby's house A.S.A.P? We'll explain things once you get here," Her twin brother said, the serious tone noticeable. She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Might as well. When I get there, expect to be cleaning my wounds and being my slave, too." She said in mock seriousness. "Good. Hurry," and with that, Dean had hung up on her.

She sighed, grabbing things and shoving them in her few bags. By the sound of it, she had to get there even sooner then she was anticipating for. Not only would she need to probably drive all night, but she needed to hurry since her wounds would most likely get infected if she didn't.

Once she had all her stuff in her small car, she started her car and pulled out of the parking lot after have returning the keys to the front desk. She would have to hurry if she didn't want Dean to spam her phone with calls again.

The Next Day

She made it to Bobby's house, a large yawn escaping her lips. She could tell she had circles under her eyes without even looking. She hadn't been getting much sleep lately. She grumbled to herself some more, pouting slightly. She knew she would not be in a good mood today. She walked up to the door and slammed it open.

"Hey, boys, I'm heeerrreee," She drawled out in her sweet and deadly voice. If someone didn't come down here soon, she would just have to poor cold water on all of them, now wouldn't she? She heard someone moving around upstairs, and she chose to go sit on the couch, kicking her feet up. She saw her younger brother make his way downstairs, dazed and tired expression held on his face. Then came down Dean, a slightly irritated and tired look on his face. I hope he didn't get a good nights sleep. Damn older brother.

"Hey, guys, you look so lively, it almost makes me feel proud," She drawled out sarcastically. "Oh shut it." snapped Dean. "Love ya, too. You know, you might wanna get a first aid kit," She said while stretching, a slight whimper to her voice when she had gripped her bad wrist out of habit. "Why?" Sam questioned sleepily. "Because Deanie called me in the middle of hunting a shape shifter," She stood up to emphasize the point that she had been injured. "Oh, damn. You couldn't wrap it yourself?" asked a grumpy Dean. "Not when I think I broke my wrist." She stated blankly. Dean moaned," Castiel should just come here and heal it."

That sparked her interest. "Castiel?" She questioned, a light happy tone in her voice. Dean and Sam noticed the change of attitude in their sister and looked at her quizzically. "Yeah," Sam started the explanation. "It's the angel the pulled Dean from hell." "Dean. You went to hell?" She questioned, an irritated scowl on her face. "How long were you there?" "About 4 months," Dean noticed the look she was giving him. "Why?" He questioned a little curiously. "No one told me. I see how it is. I shouldn't know when my own twin dies and goes to hell," she snapped grumpily at them, pouting. Sam laughed lightly at his sister.

"You called?" A voice muttered. The girl looked around, just to notice someone behind Dean. "Dean, who the hell is that?" She muttered darkly. "This is Castiel. Cas, this is Sadie." Dean said simply. "Ahh, right, right. The angel that helped you outta hell," Sadie yawned again, staring at the angel with a blank look.

The two seemed to be having a staring contest. Sam and Dean watched with mild interest. It was a few minutes before Sadie finally turned an irritated look to Dean. "Would you get the fucking first aid kit? These wounds will get infection and my wrist needs some sort of splint." She snarled at her brother. "Oh, hey, Cas, can you heal her for me?" Dean asked the angel. "Yes." Castiel simply replied, before going over and putting a hang on her wrist and healing it. Sadie looked slightly alarmed by the fact that the angel was touching her. She pulled her wrist out of his gripped and twitched three times.

"Yeah. Okay. Dean, what the hell was so important that you needed to call me and get me practically killed?" She grumbled at her brother. "Well, we need your help stopping the apocalypse." He told his sister. "No," She said blankly, staring at her brother with an expressionless face.

She was not going to get dragged into something to big. She was afraid of having to perform important jobs like those. Too much pressure of having to practically save the world. Not practically-of saving the world. It would be up to her and her two brothers. She couldn't do it. She already feels overwhelmed when she does small jobs like hunting ghosts or shape shifters. She can't help them. She's pretty positive of that.

The two brothers and the angel were shocked by her fast refusal. "Look, Sadie," Dean started just be cut off by a distressed looking Sadie. "I can't, and you know it. It's too much." She had tears stinging in her eyes. She knew she had to help her brothers, but she also knew it would be too much stress. "Sadie, baby, it's fine. You know that. You can do it," Sadie once again interrupted her brother. "No. I can't. I'm leaving now," She stated, already making her way to the door. "Sadie." Sam had grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into the room. "You have to help us," He pleaded. "No. Fuck both of you. Didn't tell me Dean died and went to hell. Didn't tell me 'bout his angel friend. I figured out on my own that you have demon blood, and I also figured out on my own that dad died." She snarled at her younger brother, glaring up at him with a cold look.

The last two things said by the girl Winchester had obviously caught the close brothers from surprise. "Wait, I thought we told you?" Dean questioned his sister. "Nope." She popped the 'p'. "My, uh, friend told me about it, since she was around the hospital where he died," She looked slightly guilty when she mentioned her friend. "Your friend?" Sam asked. "Mhmm" she hummed, looking at her brothers.

"Will you please help stop the apocalypse?" Dean asked, forgetting all of what she said. She sighed at her brother. "Dean, I can't." "Sadie, you're a Winchester, of course you can," He encouraged her. "Fine. But if I screw up and get myself killed or someone else killed, don't blame me." She muttered darkly. "Now can I either get some fucking coffee or go to sleep?" She yawned again.

"You can sleep if you want. You gonna change your clothes first?" Dean questioned his sister as she plopped onto the couch. "I'll change them later," She mumbled, already falling asleep.

When times were simple,

A girl in a sacred temple

Had powers so pure

The demons had to endure

The power of the light

To be brought down by the might

Without escape

The girl a simple god

All the angels found odd

When they figured out the broad

Was not really a god

But was human