This first half of the chapter is a little something user what-evers-good suggested. Enjoy! :) I apologise if it's not as funny as it should be.

I wake up one morning in the bunker with a familiar sensation below my waist and a feeling of dread. Oh, no, please don't let it be. I gingerly peel back my blanket and peek at the white sheets I have been sleeping on. Now it isn't white anymore, the patch where my butt has spent the night is stained crimson. I groan and pray I don't run into the boys on the way to the bathroom.

I wrap myself up in a bathrobe and take a small peep down the corridor to see if Dean and Sam are still sleeping. I hear twin snores echo down the walkway and dash straight to the bathroom. I breathe a sigh of relief when I close the bathroom door behind me but it is short lived as I realize that I've run out of pads and tampons. Feeling frustrated, I let out an inhumane sound somewhere between a shout and a wail. My reactions wake somebody up.

"Pierce?" Sam calls out. I hear his running footsteps head towards my bedroom. I hear him open the door and most probably see my bloodstained sheets because I hadn't bothered covering up. "Pierce, where are you?"

"I'm in here!" I yell from behind the bathroom door.

"Are you okay? There's blood all over your bed and you yelled and…"

"I'm fine," I cut in his words. "It's just-"

"Sam? What are you doing over there?" Dean's voice travels to my ears. He, too, notices the bloody mess in my room. "Where's Pierce? What happened?"

"I don't know, I heard her scream and her bed is covered in blood. She's inside the bathroom and I think she's hurt."

Dean bangs the door and shouts, "Pierce! Are you okay? Are you hurt? Open the door!"

Great, the two best hunters in the nation are currently panicking over a period. This is embarrassing, I think I might hide in here until I die of starvation. I pluck up the strength to shout through the door again.

"Guys, I'm fine," I tell them. "It's just that time of the month."

It goes quiet outside.

"What?" Dean asks.

"I'm having my period," I tell them straight as they would never get it if I beat around the bush any longer. "I've run out of supplies, could one of you go and get some?"

"Uh okay," Sam starts out awkwardly. "Dean, do you wanna do it?"

"No!" Dean protests. "You go do it, you're better at all these girly things."

The brothers bicker outside and all I can do is sit down on the toilet and bleed out my privates whilst feeling my patience thin as my stomach cramps intensify. After a particularly painful squeeze, I groan and decide to put a stop to their petty argument.

"Could one of you just GO AND GET ME SOME BLOODY PADS BEFORE I BLEED MYSELF DRY?" I burst out and they go quiet. I hear more shuffling and groaning before one of them shuffles off to go run that errand. I breathe out a huff of frustrated air.

"Pierce?" Sam asks hesitantly.

"Yes?" I reply sharply.

"…Is there anything else I can do to help?"

I soften my tone and say, "It's fine. Could you go and get some hot tea ready for me? I'll need it when I get out."

It has been a while and we let our guard down as much as habit let us. I read every other book I find interesting in the library while Sam tracks demonic omens around the area. Dean just spends his days laughing at us as he walks around waving any new weapon he found. Life is peaceful and it is great.

All the peacefulness comes to an end, of course. It has been two whole months of nothing except the occasional salt and burn case which either Sam or Dean would go out and do. I have been grounded to keep me safe and now we have been discovered.

First, the EMF goes wild and the lights flash. All three of our faces drain of colour at the signs of supernatural beings nearby. Cas hasn't been in since the other day he came in to check on us. Anything could've happened since then. I hope he's okay.

The group of five demons comes in and announces their arrival with more sparks flying from the lights. I reach for the angel blade Cas gave me once. I have kept it on my belt for emergencies like this. Sam and Dean shove me behind them and get between me and the demons.

"Hello, boys," the lead demon greets smugly. "How's babysitting going?"

"How did you find us?" Sam growls.

"It was difficult," the demon admits. "But when there's a will, there's a way."

"Where's Cas?" Dean demands.

"Your pretty angel is still safe," the demon replies with a wave of his hand. "For now."

"Don't hurt him," I blurt out. I don't want anybody hurt because of me.

The demon cocks his head to look around Sam's body and at me. He smiles sinisterly, "Oh hello, pretty girl. We've been looking for you. Now if you would just follow us, we would be on our way."

"Over my dead body," Dean snarls.

The demons eyes flashes black and his smile spread to a grin, "With pleasure."

The other demons pounce on Sam and Dean while the leader laughs. I stand helplessly as I watch them struggle against the demons. Six bodies are being tossed around the library and hall. The sounds of grunts and pounding fill the room, punctuated by the laughter of the sick bastard standing across the room. The leader catches my eye and walks over to me.

"Now come," he holds out a hand as he towers over me. "We have a date with the king of hell."

"Don't go with him," Dean shouts before doubling over from a punch in the gut.

I look to him then back to the demon. He raises an eyebrow and I shake my head. "I'm not going anywhere," I say firmly.

"I'm afraid I have to insist," the demon says.

Out of anger from the sounds of the boys' struggling, I swing a punch at the demon. The force of my punch snaps the demon's head sharply to the side. He drops the smile and returns the attack. I block it and deliver another. During one dodge, I manage to grab my blade and slash a long cut along his arm. He roars with pain before turning into the full-fledged monster he really is. With a flick, he sends me flying into a solid wall. The impact fazes me for a while and I stay bent on the floor while I get my breath back. I hear roars of agony and look to where both Sam and Dean had managed to stab a demon each.

"Angel blades?" The lead demon pouts, "That's hardly fair."

He lifts me up the wall with a choking grasp without actually touching me. I feel my feet lift off the ground and I clutch on to my dagger as tight as I can. It is my only weapon right now. The demon notices and throws it across the room. He shakes his head and tsks smugly but he is interrupted by Sam who killed both his attackers and slashes him across the back. In that loss of concentration, I drop back to the ground and land in a heap.

I get up to see Sam wrestling the demon. He is struggling so I join in and help him. We drive him into a corner and fight him there. The demon is so powerful that even the both of us could barely hold him. Out of nowhere, I hear Dean shout a warning a little too late. I turn around and I feel the unmistakable pain in my left kidney. I stop fighting and look down to see a blade sticking out of my stomach. I smile serenely because it's the same place I was first shot so long ago by another demon.

Everyone is in shock. I look at the demon we were just fighting. He is staring wide-eyed at my wound and at his last remaining companion. I turn around to see the other demon's equally shocked face. Neither of them is as shocked as Sam and Dean's.

"You killed her!" the leader demon exclaims. "Our orders were to keep her alive! We have to go."

"Oh no you're not going anywhere," Dean growls before driving his blade into the skull of the demon that stabbed me. Sam follows his lead and kills the leader in a single swipe across the throat. They both collapse to the ground.

They look at their kills and I start to sway on my feet. Dean notices first and catches me before I fall. He carries me bridal style into my room. He lays me down as gently as he can in his panicked state. The stab wound goes doesn't go through but it is about as deep as that. I am spurting blood each time my body doubles over to fight the pain.