When I wake up, I remember what a mess my life is. There's some angel trying to protect me for some reason I don't know, I have major mood swings, and I have been cooped up ay Bobby's for what seems like forever.

I just feel like I need to get out. I don't know, have one normal day. Or live with a non-messed up family, or abusive life.

I swing my legs out of bed, and realize its 5:00 AM. I quietly go down the stairs, to hear typing in the kitchen.

I see Sam sitting at the table, typing away.

"Couldn't sleep?" I ask him.

"Nightmares."

"Sorry."

"Nah, It's fine."

"I mean sorry about yesterday..."

"Don't sweat it."

"I just... I don't know what to do. I don't know what I am. I have this freaking angel popping in and out, telling me snippets of things that just make me even more confused."

He finally looks up at me, and stares at me intensely, "Your sixteen. Your under pressure, and being here probably isn't helping."

"I want to get out." I say.

"And do what?"

"Hunt. I want to leave all of these freaking angels and hell crap and go be normal. I want a family who hounds me about homework, not salting the doors and windows and making sure I have weapons everywhere I go."

"Trust me, I know what its like to want that."

We stop talking and he turns his attention back to the computer.

I sigh and go to get some water. I fill a glass from the sink and gulp it down. I then go outside to get some fresh air.

I walk out into the junkyard where my voice is parked, when I hear a voice.

"Nova."

I jump. "Castiel you scared the crap out of me!"

He takes no notice of my remark. "Why are you alone."

"I am in a freaking front yard. What do you want."

"To tell you everything."

"Everything. Yea right. I'm not even sure I believe the first few things that came out of your mouth."

"Why would I lie?"

I let out an aggravated sigh. "What do I need to know."

"You recall me telling you you were born in hell."

How could I forget, idiot. I think to myself.

"Yea."

"You are very rare."

"Rare?" I ask. I listen for an answer, but Castiel has disappeared.

"Damn angels." I mutter to myself.

I head back inside, and sit at the table again.

I make a frustrated noise.

"What." Sam says.

I mutter something about angels and how they should just be clear, but I don't think he really heard it all that well.

"What are you doing?" I say, to take my mind off of the angel mess.

"Looking for a hunt. Were taking off soon."

"You guys have fun." I say. My voice has no expression in it. I am so jealous.

"Your coming with us."

"No. I can't. I'm just more than you guys need to carry."

"Cas told us to."

"Stupid angels."

"Tell me about it." he retorts.

We sit in another awkward silence once again, until Sam grunts.

"What is it?"

"Some disappearances in Ohio. Four people. Completely different lives."

"Angry spirits?"

"Don't know yet."

"Are we going?" I am starting to get pretty exited at this point, because I haven't hunted in a while.

"If Dean wants to, yea, we can check it out."

YES! I say to myself in my head. I quickly go outside so I can give myself a little happy dance, something I haven't done in forever.

I head to my car, and then I realize that I will not be taking it with me. I open the trunk, and start to unload. I take out my rounds, guns, blades, salt, you name it.

I grab the duffel bags and start stuffing them with weapons.

When I finish. I haul two full duffel bags back inside the house.

Once I open the door, I drop the bags, and they hit the ground with a loud clank. Sam chuckles.

"I'm ready! " I say, with a large grin on my face.

Sam grins back and calls Dean over. After a few minutes of discussion an persuasion from me to Bobby, we are off.

I am very exited, I can't stop smiling. I feel so happy right now. I figure if i can't be normal, might as well do the things I do best right?

We load my four duffel bags, into the backseat next to me. Two of them are full of weapons, two are full of all my clothes, laptop, etc.

I shove them into the spot where my feet should be, and stretch out in the backseat.

Dean starts the car, and we drive away. The drive should be about a day. He puts in an album of AC/DC, and we drive.

We stop at three for lunch, since we already ate breakfast. I order a cheeseburger, Dean the same thing. While Sam orders a salad.

When we are done, we continue to drive. I look out the window at the scenery the whole time.

At around midnight, we arrive in Ohio. We stop at our crappy motel.

Sam and Dean are sharing a room, while I get my own, that connects to theirs.

I get out of the car and stretch my legs. I grab my duffel bags, and we check in. I enter my room, and head to the bathroom. I take a long hot shower, before changing and climbing into bed.

When I wake up, I open the door to Sam and Dean's room. They are putting on shoes and adjusting their ties. I let out a loud yawn, and they see me.

"You just woke up?" Sam asked.

"Yea, I'm a teenager. I need my sleep." I say defensively.

"Well were going to each of the vic's houses to investigate."

"F.B.I?" I ask.

"Yup."

I want to go, but I just woke up, and I would need time to get myself ready.

"You coming?" He asks me.

"Nope, I'll sit this one out. Call me if you need any research done, or anything else."

"Okay." He says.

I start to leave, when I turn around, and say "Don't do anything stupid."

Dean smirks. "Wouldn't dream of it."

I laugh a bit, and go back to my room to change into clothes.

They leave after I come out of my room, and I am alone. I sing for a bit, and then decide to do some online reading. It's been a few hours, and Sam and Dean aren't back. They called and said there were a few complications. Whatever that means.

I find an interesting article, and intently read it. When I finish, the door rattles. I stand up, and look through the peephole. It's a maid.

I open the door and say, "Thank you, but I don't need a room cleaning."

Her smile fades, and her eyes turn black. "I'm not here to clean your room."

I race to the kitchen spot and find the salt. I try to hit her with it, but within the second, she has me in a death grip.

I try to scream, but she covers my mouth.

She drags me out of the room by my hair. I'm not afraid. She leads me into the parking lot, where she points to her car. She throws me in. I try to escape, but she puts a shot of something into my arm, and I fall into unconsciousness.

I wake up on a table. Its upwards, with a slight angle. More of a panel really. My wrists are bound, as well as my ankles. I am suspended. There is a rope under my bra.

I realize I am stripped down to my underwear and bra.

Before I can think of a way to escape, the metal door clicks, and swings open.

The maid walks forward. She is dressed in tight black jeans, and a blood red t-shirt.

She laughs at me. "Sleeping beauty is finally awake."

"What do you want from me?" I growl.

"Oh, I don't want you. I personally want the Winchesters. I'm allowed to kill them. You, on the other hand, I have to keep alive. Then again, there's always room for torture. Now, I am going to ask you once. Where are Sam and Dean?"

"Why would I tell you?"

"Because, It will save us a lot of trouble, and pain."

"I wont tell you anything." I say menacingly.

"Well then. You asked for it."

She takes out a knife, and drags it across my arm, leaving a deep cut.

I refuse to give out any noise, no matter how much it hurts. I wont give into her will.

She laughs. "Tough one huh? We'll see how tough you'll be when I'm done with you."

Three more demons enter the room with guns and keep watch of the door.

She continues to lash forward, and slashes my other forearm. I mutter "Bitch."

She hears me, and slaps me, hard, across my left cheek. Then, she leave a small cut with her knife. My arms are continuing to bleed. She continues to cut them. When she's satisfied with my arms, she decides to switch it up. I still haven't made any noise, no matter how much white hot pain is pulsing through my arms.

She reaches behind her, to a table. I see a bottle of vodka in her hands. "Wouldn't want it to get infected." She says sweetly.

Her voice makes me sick. She pours the vodka up and down my arms. It burns the cuts, and I give out a small gasp of pain.

"That's right. I'll stop, if you just tell me where they are."

I fiercely look straight into her black eyes. "I will never tell you anything."

She gets close to my face. "Let the fun begin." I spit in her face.

She wasn't expecting that. She throws a kick into my side, that knocked the wind out of me. I gasp in air, and glare at her.

She picks up her knife again, and cuts into my thigh. Hard. I gasp in pain. She pours more vodka into it, and re-enters the knife, cutting deeper. She moves the knife down the side of my leg, all the way down to my foot.

I feel pain radiating through my body, and tears are streaming down my face, but I refuse to give in.

She moves on to my other leg, and cuts horizontal marks all the way down. Then she ours on more vodka.

I am breathing heavily, and am starting to lose consciousness, until she slaps me back awake again.

She moves back up to my neck. Where she slashes marks onto my shoulders, digging deeper and deeper. At this point I am starting to cry out with every stroke.

She moves to my stomach. She slowly drags it in a diagonal mark across my side. I gasp again, and she continues, to my other side, and drags it once again.

She moves to the center of my stomach, and enters the knife into my body. I can't keep quiet anymore, and I scream. In the same moment, the door clicks, and Sam and Dean are in the door way.

They have a shotgun, and a knife. Sam shoots the demons, while Dean kills them with his knife. I have never seen a knife like that.

The demon dressed as he maid, takes Sam down, but Dean is there before she can really hurt him.

He stabs her, and they rush to my side. My breathing is very shallow. Dean cuts me free, and I fall to the ground.

Sam is above me, telling me to keep my eyes open.

Dean whips off his shirt, and rips it. He puts two pieces onto my arms, and four for each of my legs. The rest is one my stomach.

He picks me up, and I cry out in pain. He runs to the car with Sam closely behind. My head is buried in his shoulder, I am shaking and silently crying.

He puts me in the back seat, where I lie down. Sam Scoots in next to me. Dean Runs to the drivers seat, where he starts the car.

Sam Is constantly putting pressure on my wounds, and his hands are covered in my blood. He is telling me I'm going to be okay.
I'm not so sure.

The closest hospital is twenty minutes. Dean is speeding down the highway. Sam is continuing to take care of my wounds.

My eyes are big, and I'm scared. Sam sees it, and he strokes my face with his thumb. Just like my dad used to.

We arrive at the hospital, where Sam takes me out of the backseat. He runs to the door, Dean in the lead.

Once we enter the building, Sam says, "She needs help now!"

The woman at the desk takes one look at me, and immediately picks up the phone, and calls for doctors.

Everyone is staring at me. My bloody, beaten body.

In a few seconds, the surgeons are rolling a cart down the hallway into the waiting room. They tell Sam to put me on it, and he does.

They roll me into a room. I want Sam and Dean to stay with me. Especially here, now. Any of these people could be demons.

More tears slide down my bloody cheeks, and I'm wildly looking around. They tell me to calm down.

A female surgeon puts something in my arm, and I fall into more unconsciousness.

When I wake up, Sam is sitting in a chair, and Dean is outside talking to the doctor. There is a breathing tube up my nose. I try to move, but I am just so sore. I moan, and Sam snaps his attention to me.

He runs over to my bed. "Nova?"

"Hi Sam." I croak.

"You really had us going this time."

"How long was I out for?"

"A few days. You had five surgeries."

"Who is going to pay for it?"

"Bobby's got it covered."

I relax, as Dean enters the room.

Sam turns to him. "She's awake."

He walks to my bed, and gives me a smirk. "We saved your ass."

I have an urge, to elbow him, but that's too much work.

Suddenly, I see Castiel at the end of the room. I groan. The last thing I want now, is some angel lecturing me about heaven and hell.

Dean turns first. "Cas, just leave her alone, or heal her."

He replies in his monotone voice, "That is why I am here. To heal her. Then I will take her somewhere safe."

He walks to my bedside, and presses his fingers to my forehead.

I black out for a second, then I feel my body being replenished.

I open my eyes all the way, and rip the I.V. out of my arm. "Well, lets go then." I say shakily.
I still haven't spoken in three days.