A/N: bonjour mes amis. I started school again as is evident from the lack of updating. I'm sorry for the wait and I am so grateful for all of the reviews/follows/favorites on all of my stories. As of right now, I have another story posted and it will be keep being updated too. I appreciate your commitment and support for this story.

Just as a side note, I studied all of these social disorders in extent but if I leave something out, provide facts that aren't true, or offend you in any way, shape, or form, please let me know in a PM or review, and I will be happy to get back to let you know I changed it for a reason or am just completely brain farting and am being disrespectful. I do have multiple people in my life and people in their lives who deal with mental illness, so I will try to be as respectful as I can be.

P.S. did any one get The Outsiders reference I made in the last chapter? I did…

Thanks for you for reading. And if you have any ideas for me please let me know and I will take them into consideration. Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural

"My name is Lennox Sinclair."

I was sitting down in the study of the old man's house. I have now come to learn that his name is Bobby and the one in the Trench coat is Cas. Bobby is really nice. I like him because he reminds me of my grandfather. That sweet smile he has shows me that under the tough exterior he really is a big teddy bear.

Cas on the other hand might as well have been a baby in a trench coat. He has absolutely zero concept of personal space and when you are coming out of the shower and he just happens to be there… well, it's awkward.

They, the psychopaths I mean, told me what they do. They told me they are currently hunting the devil. I laughed. They, however, weren't kidding.

Sam has demon blood. Cas is an angel. Bobby is an old genius in a wheelchair. Dean is the Michael Sword. I, however, am the schizo bipolar girl they saved from the demons who possessed my family and probably took my friends.

But other than that, all was normal at Singer Salvage.

Like I said, sitting in the study. The "hunters", as they called themselves, gathered around books while I occupied my time watching the mice in the corner of the room chase each other. It was funny; they were making such a racket I'm surprised nobody else looked over at them.

One of the mice was scurrying away and tripped and did about five somersaults. I started giggling and I felt eyes boring into my soul. I looked over at the four men and shrugged.

"What?" I asked. "It was funny."

"What was funny, Len?" Dean asked. He had taken up to calling me "Len" instead of "Lennox". But it's not like I minded it.

"The mice."

"What mice?"

"The ones in the corner," I said pointing. Sam and Dean looked at each other before looking to the corner I pointed to. The mouse tripped again and I giggled.

"Oh," Sam said. He gave Dean a pointed look, and after they finished eye conversing, Dean sighed in what I assumed to be understanding. "The mice in the corner, what are they doing now?"

I looked and saw that they were chasing a mouse that had the tiny block of cheese. I relayed the information and Sam just smiled.

"That is funny. I can see what why you laughed," he smiled at me and then turned back to Bobby's desk. He whispered something to the men who nodded and went back to reading.

Later that day, I had been walking outside with Sam, not talking, just enjoying the nature around us. We were walking towards the outer layers of the car yard and getting closer to the forest that surrounds Bobby's house. I saw a figure that looked strangely familiar flicker between the trees. I brushed it off, but when it happened for a second time I took off sprinting after her into the woods.

I race through the underbrush, scraping my bare feet on rocks, cutting my face and arms on tree branches. The little girl is so much faster than me but I keep pushing. I'm not letting her get away again.

I have zigged and zagged, turned, and doubled-backed so many times, I had no idea where I had come from, or where I was going. For all I know, I could have been going around in circles. I finally stop and twirl to take in my surroundings. I look to see that I'm surrounded by trees so thick I can't see past the first layer of them. I twirl once more and spot the figure again. I sprint in that direction.

I finally catch up to the figure when it stops in the middle of a clearing.

"Where have you been?" I call to her. "We've been looking for you two forever. Cara. Where are you Scott?"

"Sweetie. We left a long time ago," She smiles at me.

"Left?" I ask. Obviously I'm too tired from to understand what Cara's saying.

"Honey, we're dead. We have been for three years. People who only wanted to get to you took Scott and me. You. All of this," she spins around with her arms extended, "Is because of you. It's your fault." She has started coming towards me with a finger pointed in my direction. "You and your 'conditions' have been the cause of some many deaths and the suffering that you don't even know about. My death, Scott's death, is all your fault. And guess what?" she adds with a humorless laugh. "Now, you are going to pay."

She keeps coming towards me and I trip and fall back onto the ground.

I'm going to die. This is it. I close my eyes and keep scooting away from her.

But the blow never comes.

I open my eyes and she's gone.

And now I'm alone. In the middle of the forest. With no way to get back to the house.

Hallucination. I think. She was only a hallucination.

It was all in my imagination.

A/N: Sorry it was so short but more is coming soon!

xoxo -L