The Winchesters left me on the sidewalk at the streetsign, just as I'd asked, no way was I going to tell them my address. I wasn't that crazy. Before I jumped out the Impala passenger's seat (Sam sat in the backseat) Dean handed me a slip of paper. I took it cautiously and hadn't let his hand touch mine. Physical actions freak me out, I hate people touching me, and after what I'd been through I had a damn good reason. The paper had Dean's number on it, he handed it to me with the comment "If anything weird happens let me know" He barely looked me in the eye and it was at that point I knew he probably never would. So here I am, standing on the sidewalk at one in the morning, wind as cold as Antarctica whistling around me and I was wondering if I could ever be normal, find a way to forget Hell and hopefully move on. I had three options. One - Get someone to hit me in the head with a baseball bat and hope I would suffer from memory loss. Two - Pretend it never happened or Three - Get involved in this whole 'hunting' thing and learn what the hell is really out there in the darkness. My least favourite option was three, but it was the only choice I figured I could work with. The baseball bat sounded appealing but might leave me as a vegetable and I've never been one for pretending so option two was out the window.

I pulled my keys from my pocket and headed up to number Four. I walked up the street, past beautiful manors and stopped at Four, greeted by massive iron gates. I punched the code into the keypad beside the gate and walked onto the property as the gates swung open, and then closed behind me. I headed up the cobble stone driveway to the oak double doors and unlocked it, shutting it quietly behind me. Chances were, Sidona (or Sid as I called her) was asleep upstairs. I tossed my coat off and hung it up, headed up the staircase in the main foyer and down the hall to my daughter's room. Sid lay asleep in her four poster double bed, cuddling a fluffy brown teddy her dad had bought her before he died and a Harry Potter book lay open and discarded beside her on the bed. I took the book, placed it on her bedside table and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Then headed out the door and down the hall to my room. I kept the lights off as I fumbled around getting undressed in the dark and flopped into bed in my boxers and bra, too tired to find pyjamas.

Blood dripped from the restraints tied around my wrists, my screams echoing as I tugged and heaved, trying to free myself from this living nightmare. Dean wandered over with a razor in hand and dragged the blade across my stomach. I knew that if I'd been alive, I would have died right then. I felt myself literally fall apart and saw the wicked smirk on Dean's lips through my teary vision. I tried to escape in my mind, to a place where nobody..Not Dean, Not Alistair.. could hurt me. Where I was safe. I imagined I was on earth, taking Sidona to her ballet lessons or art lessons or playing with her at the park. But when Dean slashed at me again and again, my happy place disappeared and I was faced with harsh reality once more. "Please.." I pleaded, my voice hoarse from screaming and crying. "Just let me go. Or find a way to end me permanantly. Kill me. So I don't feel this. I just want peace" Dean glanced down and for a second I thought I saw remorse in his eyes. In a second it was gone, replaced with hate and fury once more. Dean leant over me and put his lips close to my ear "I wish I could, But I can't"...

I woke screaming, feeling my body for the cuts I'd dreamt of. It'd been two months and I still dreamed of Hell every single night. When will it end? I thought. When my hand rubbed across my belly, I felt a lump and launched out of bed and to my adjoining bathroom. I stood in front of the wall-length mirror looking at myself. The reflection looked lost and scared and so innocent. I felt my stomach and turned to face the mirror side on. I definately had a bump. No. Freaking. Way..The shocked girl in the mirror began to scream, My voice, me.. I screamed as I realised what was happening, what couldn't be possible. I was pregnant. And I was still screaming.

~DEAN~

When Hannah woke and told me who she was, I instantly was back there in Hell, torturing souls who were doomed for enternity. And the most disgusting part in all of this mess was that I enjoyed the torturing. It meant I got to dish out what the demons had done to me. Payback I guess. Revenge on innocents. The stranger, the girl, who had screamed the moment she'd come face to face with me lay in the back of the impala. I picked her up and carried her over my shoulder before setting her down on the dingy motel bed. Five minutes after I'd laid her down, the girl awoke. "Are you okay?" I asked her. She cocked her head and looked suprised. For a moment I thought she looked familiar. Maybe some weekend together a few years ago? "Do you want something to eat?" I asked her, concerned for this stranger. I hoped that what attacked her was gone now. She seemed normal, if not shaken. She sat up against the creaking rickety headboard of Sam's bed and I sat at the end of the bed. I reached out a hand to assure her, the girl flinched and pulled her legs up to herself, like she was trying to shrink herself. Like she didn't want to be here. Sam walked in a few moments later, with food. Finally. He sat on the bed and handed me a small pie. Apple. My favourite.

Sam passed the girl a container with a sandwhich inside. She nodded and began to eat. That pie was so good it was gone in a few bites. "Dean. Why are you in Bank Creek?" The girl asked. I sat there and chewed..and chewed and finally replied "We're here on business and-" I frowned "Wait, how do you know my name?" I was fairly sure I'd never seen this girl in my life. Did I know her from somewhere? "Guess you don't remember me then" She commented. I began to smirk "Did we..?" the girl shook her head rapidly "God no!" She picked up her sandwhich and took a bite. Sam & I glanced at eachother. What the hell? and Sam wandered over to his laptop, to dig up some dirt on our stranger.

When I looked up, She was staring me dead in the eye. "Hannah Lovart, I went to Hell. I begged you to stop and I pleaded with you to let me go. You looked at me and told me "I can't do that. And where could you run to? This is Hell" I grabbed the bed, Feeling like I could have fallen off at any moment, like I'd be back there again and-. I shook my head, remembering her now. She was my first victim. I worked on her longer than any of the others. No wonder she flinched away from me and looked so terrified. I had done that to her. I bowed my head and took a deep breath. I think I'm gonna throw up, I thought plainly. If I had caused so much terror to this girl, what about my other victims? I sighed. I'm no better than Alistair. I may not be a demon but I'm still feared.

I felt an arm around me, pulling me into an awkward hug as I began to cry. A few tears, I promised myself. A few tears and then I'll stop crying. But my promise was broken. I sobbed and couldn't stop crying. When I did stop, Hannah, who feared me, pulled her arm away. I couldn't blame her. She and Sam began to talk, I didn't take much notice, the recent news had shocked me to my core. "We got out, burned the locket and drove you here. Only thing is, you got flung into the brick fence again after we burned the locket, so we don't think that's what attacked you". "So we don't know what you were attacked by. Maybe it was just random. You look okay now. Do you want us to drive you home?" Sam asked. Hannah nodded, Of course she'd want to get away from this all...

"I live on Marlot Terrace. Just drop me off at the street sign" I headed for the door and didn't glance at Hannah the whole ride, I couldn't help but think: I'm a monster.

AN: This one's for the anonomous reviewer, who sent a review under the name Friendly Persuasion. You wanted to know how Dean felt about meeting Hannah? Hope this made you happy.