It was quiet for a moment. Dean didn't know exactly how to bring the topic back up. He sat there twitching and fiddling with his fingers. Violet pushed her hair behind her ears and glared down into her steaming cup of coffee. The pastor at the church kept running through her mind. Was her passed and future really that bad? Not that she could argue with it. She didn't exactly have a stable life but what hunter does?

Dean cleared his throat, "So, what's going on?" Violet remained quiet. Dean sighed and shook his head. "Vi, clearly you wanna say something so just spit it out."

"You can't repeat this to Sam, not yet," Violet said. Her eyes peeked up and met his. He gave a nod.

"Okay. I'll leave it for you to tell him," Dean replied. Violet gave it another moment.

"I was sixteen when I encountered my first supernatural."

Flashback

"One, two, three, four-"

A young Violet rushed to find a hiding spot. She knew she was running out of time before Molly was finished counting. Her heart raced with excitement and anticipation. She heard the last number "10!" Violet quickly jolted under the old houses staircase closet. It was hardly ever used and she knew the nuns wouldn't find her and neither would Molly. It was almost perfect but a little too dark.

Violet could see the shadow of her friend's feet pass front the crack under the door. She snickered to herself. She inched further to the back. Sitting there quietly, focusing her sight and senses on the door.

"Violet," a voice whispered from behind. Violet froze as her pupils dilated. She felt a cold bliss fall upon her. Her breath began to escape as a misty cloud. Heart racing. "Violet." She gave it another moment, shutting her eyes. "Violet." Suddenly, a light touch of a boney firm hand gripped her shoulder. Violet looked down to see a decaying burnt hand grasp her. Violet quickly jolted towards the door, tears running down her cheeks. She grabbed the door knob, it wouldn't budge. She screamed in agony.

"Help!" she howled. Her grip tightened on the knob, tugging and yanking. She glimpsed back with a blurred vision from tears to see a woman with dark hair and a long face reaching out to her. Her skin was badly burnt and she looked angry. Violet's adrenaline kicked in and she continued to struggle with the door knob. "Please! Someone help me!"

Just then, the door swung open. Violet fell face forward into the ground. She looked up with puffy red eyes at Sister Leanne. She quickly scrambled to her feet and rushed behind her. Leanne glared down at her in curiosity. Violet was shaking. Her whole body was racing with horror.

"My darling, what is it?" Sister Leanne asked.

"There's someone in the closet!" Violet cried. Sister glared at her and stepped inside the dark closet. She couldn't see or hear anyone.

"There is no one here, see my child?" Sister Leanne said as she stepped inside. Violet began to wipe away her tears and glared in, still a bit shaky. "Oh Violet, you and your imagination. This is the seventh one this week. Come, let's get some tea."

Violet sat quietly by the kitchen table. Her eyes focused downwards. She couldn't understand why no one else had seen this woman or why this woman continues to come to her. The last incident was in her room. The other girls didn't see it and Sister Ruth had to restrain her. The woman terrified her. Violet's thoughts slowly disappeared as a cup of tea was placed in front of her. She looked at the rising steam. Sister Leanne sat down across from her.

Sister Leanne was the youngest nun in the orphanage and certainly took a liking towards Violet. She was always there for her when she saw the encounters and began to feel it wasn't normal. Sister Leanne had an average build. Her eyes were a bright hazel and she had light blonde hair that snuck out from under her tunic. She always had a large smile on her face it was easy to tell when she was worried.

"Does the woman speak to you?" Sister Leanne asked, attempting to sooth Violet's distress. Violet slowly peeked up at her.

"S-she only calls my name," Violet replied under her breath. Sister Leanne sighed and reached her hand over to Violets shoulder. Violet couldn't help by melt into her warm hands.

"You say she is burnt?" Sister asked. Violet gulped back.

"Yes," she paused. "I think she was in pain b-but I don't know what she wants from me." Violet began to tear up again. Sister Leanne sighed and moved herself closer to Violet.

"You know I must report this to Sister Marie," Sister Leanne noted. Violet quickly shot her a look.

"Please don't! You know what she will do if she finds out! Sister Marie will lock me in the attic again! Please Sister Leanne! Don't tell her!" Violet begged, tears rushing down her cheeks.

"Don't tell me what?" a firm feminine voice snapped from behind. Sister Leanne and Violet quickly looked over.

There she was, tall and slightly larger in weight then the others. She had a cold look on her face, her wrinkles vivid in the sunlight. She wasn't a brutal woman but she was old fashioned. She had one firm belief and that was a swift punishment in anything against the religious belief of unity and sanctuary under the Christian belief.

"V-Violet-" Sister Leanne was quickly cut short.

"Another sighting of the fiery woman!?" Sister Marie snapped, her cold eyes snapping their grip onto Violet. Sister Leanne rose, attempting to step forward in the fit of rage rising from her superior.

"No! Please my sister, it is not what it seems," Sister Leanne defended. Sister Marie shoved her aside and grabbed Violet by her arm. She began to drag her across the floor, Violet pleaded with her mistress to spare her but the woman ignored her with a cold shoulder.

"Spirits are only the sight of God and his light. Greedy little liars belong in content until they can repent their sins," Sister Marie snarled as she pulled Violet up the stairs.

Sister Marie came to a halt as she dug for the keys to the long staircase up to the attic. She nudged the door open and continued to drag the young woman up the stairs. They came to the top as Sister Marie shoved her forward and rushed down the stairs, slamming it shut in the terrified little girls face. Violet could feel the wind of the shutting door slam closed on her puffy red face. She jolted up, banging on the door and continuing to plead for her freedom.

Nighttime soon fell upon the small orphanage. Violet sat in the corner, shaking and attempting to forget where she was in order to ignore the ever growing fear of the burnt woman's reappearance. She began to remember the beginning of the encounters. She remembered them as small dreams when she first came here. It was on her sixteenth birthday when the woman began appearing. Violet remembered the woman as gentle in her dreams. She began to wonder who the woman was and what had happened to her. As her thoughts spread through her mind, a box fell from a pile forcing Violet to jump.

Violet gulped back through her dry throat. She inched her way over and peeked at the box. She slowly lifted the box that lay upside down. Files, photos and news clippings spilled out. She placed the box to the side and picked up the first file she saw. Violet opened it up to read a birth certificate with J.D. in the name section. The sex was female. Underneath was a handwritten death certificate under the orphanage's name. The sex was female. This one had a name but only a first name, Annabelle. Violet began to feel the tips of her fingers and mind growing ever so more curious.

As she read through the files, her eyes wondered to a news clipping. Violet placed the file to the side and grabbed them. The titles all came to a common event with a fire at an orphanage. Violet read through the papers, attempting to piece together the file with the news paper. A fire. She began to continuously run it through her mind, pondering upon it. As her mind spun with the event, she saw in the pile of all the papers and junk, a photo. Violet grabbed the photo, shaking as she brought it closer.

The photo in her hand put the final connections together. In the background was a large wooden house. The sign on it read 'St. Mary's Orphanarium.' The same name as the orphanage she was in. She skimmed the children and nuns in the photo, standing firmly was the woman who trapped her in the attic to begin with, Sister Marie. She saw her happier then usual. She continued to search the people in the photo and came across a terrifying and remarkable face. It was the woman she had been seeing. She wore the nunnery outfit. Violet felt her mouth become dryer. She quickly looked down at the names and saw 'Sister Annabelle.' Violet's finger began to tremble and the photo slipped from her hand.

Had this woman been a ghost? A demon? She couldn't understand. She didn't believe in ghosts, nor demons and she certainly didn't want to believe them now. As her mind skipped through questions, she heard a noise from the darkness in front of her. She stared. There she was. The woman that had been following her, haunting her. Violet grew a glimpse of courage and rose from her seating on the cold dusty ground. She stood firm and glared at the woman.

"I know who you are," she began. The woman didn't move. "Your name is Annabelle and you were a nun here at the old orphanage. You died in a fire." The woman remained still. "What do you want from me?"

Annabelle smiled and pointed to the staircase leading down out of the attic. Violet glared in confusion. She began to wonder what the woman wanted. She felt a little scared to ask the woman again.

"Marie," the ghost of Annabelle slurred. Violet cringed.

Before she could hear another word, she heard the attic door burst open and foot steps inching their way up. Violet glared, scared she would see another ghost. The footsteps soon revealed Sister Marie, standing there with a stern look. She placed her hands on her hips and tapped her toes as she stared at Violet. Violet didn't know what to say.

"Well?" Sister Marie asked. Violet remained quiet. "Have you finished your praying?" Violet glimpsed to the shadow to see if the woman was still there. "Don't you look away from me Violet Walsh!"

Violet's eyes skipped from Sister Marie to the shadows of the attic. Sister Marie quickly got angry and marched her way over to Violet. She snatched her arm and dragged her to the far side of the attic. Violet's heart began to race as Sister Marie pulled out her punishment stick.

"No! Sister Marie! Please no!" Violet pleaded. Sister Marie held up the stick.

Just then, something quickly snatched the stick out of Sister Marie's hand and threw it across the room. Both Violet and Sister Marie stared in the direction of the stick. Violet could feel her body shaking. Suddenly, the temperature in the room dropped. Violet could see her breath as a light cloud like she had in the closet. Sister Marie turned to Violet, scolding down at her.

"You demon from hell!" she snarled.

Violet quickly put her hands in front of her face, closing her eyes as tightly as possible. Nothing happened. Violet opened her eyes to see Annabelle, holding Sister Marie up by the neck. She watched as Sister Marie scrambled in her hands before Annabelle quickly twisted her hand and snapped Sister Marie's neck. Marie went numb before Annabelle tossed her out the round window, over Violet. Violet felt the glass trickle down on her as she clenched her eyes shut.

Two Years Later

Two years had passed since the fatal fall of Sister Marie. Whispers and bumps still haunted the halls of St. Mary's Orphanarium. Scratches on the occasional night or branches scraping against the windows from the wind that blew. Children ran through the halls, laughing and giggling as the elder orphans muttered words about dreams they may never meet.

Violet, alone in her room, packed her final things up. She was eighteen now and ready to move on. The day Sister Marie died had become a blur in her mind. Something she wished to forget and she was happy to walk away. It had seemed though the ghost had gotten what she wanted, she refused to leave. The nightmares and personal encounters became scarce but still occurred enough for Violet to be shunned by her peers and authorities. She wasn't sure what the next step of her life was but she was glad to be leaving this place behind.

"Are you all packed Violet?" Violet turned to see Sister Leanne. When Sister Marie died, she was placed as head nurse. Made things easier around there. Violet forced a smile.

"Yes I am," Violet replied. Sister Leanne grew a large grin.

"Good because your ride is here to collect you." Violet glared, confused. She had thought she was hitchhiking to the town over. "Come! You don't want to keep him waiting!" Violet grabbed her things and followed Sister Leanne down to the main door.

There stood a man. He had looked a little rough. His clothes, a dark shade. His hair black and peach fuzz aligning his face. He looked over to Violet with a large crooked smile. It was slightly warming. Violet analyzed him a little closer, he had a few small cuts and bruises but nothing seemed to be alarming to her. Violet made her way closer to him.

"Violet," he said under his breath, smile still across his face. Violet didn't say a word. Sister Leanne saw the awkward glimmer on Violet's face. She cleared her throat.

"Violet, this here is John Winchester and he will get you started with what you need," Sister Leanne informed. John looked down at Violet as she forced another smile.

"O-okay, nice to meet you John," Violet said, placing a hand out. John looked down as his smile grew. He gave it a moment before meeting her hand with his.

The two soon made their way out of the house and over to his black impala. Violet gave the car a look and the red flag in her mind rose. She quickly stopped dead in her tracks and glared over. As John made it to the driver's door, he stopped and turned to see a frozen Violet. He sighed and leaned against the car. Violet chewed her bottom lip.

"What's wrong Violet?" John asked. Violet stared.

"Who are you exactly?" Violet asked. John smiled and crossed his arms. "I've lived here my whole life and I've seen people come and go and not once have I ever seen you here or even heard your name mentioned, so who are you and what do you want?" John let out a chuckle.

"Wow, you are just like your mother," he said under his breath. Violet remained still. John gave it a moment and looked at her. "My name is John Winchester. I've known your real folks for a long time. As far as what I want, I want to teach you a few things."

"Teach me a few things?"

"You've got hunter in you Violet," John said. Violet felt her mind spinning.

"A hunter? Like deer and animals?" Violet asked. John laughed a little louder.

"No hun, like demons, ghosts, monsters. Things that go bump in the night," John began. Violet stood there thinking about ghosts. "You've encountered one already, I can tell from the look on your face. Sometimes supernatural's lure themselves to people like you and I. Because you are meant to do this. You are meant to put things in place and keep the bad away from the good." Violet let out a deep sigh.

"Meant to do this hey? Seems like a lot of pressure," Violet said, her voice shaky. John walked up to her, placing his hands down on her shoulders.

"There is more people like us out there. It's not an easy job but the result makes the pressure a lot easier," he said with a comforting smile. Violet looked at him and smiled back. "Now come on. Let's get some real food in you and find our first catch."

Violet followed John to the car. Driving off, heading for the dirt road, Violet looked back and caught a glimpse of the ghost in the attic window, emotionless. Instead of mentioning anything to John she decided to leave it be, letting her fears and anxiety fall behind with the thing that started it all.

Present

A moment of silence stirred between Dean and Violet. Dean glared through her. He began to ponder one her story. Why her father met her that day, why he insisted on spending endless time with her to train her. He felt a slight relief to find out a bit more about her. He wouldn't deny that he felt something for her and any detail about her life was better than none at all. As Dean came back to reality he noticed her sadness.

"It's nothing to be sad about Violet. You've done well for yourself. You took firm action for a sixteen year old and learned a few skills from our father. Hell, every day I see you fighting the supernatural I notice how strong you are. You are one hell of a hunter," Dean said, a large smile across his face. Violet slowly looked up at him.

"Dean," she began. "I didn't send Annabelle into peace, I left her," Violet said, her voice shaken. Dean's smile slowly disappeared from his face. "I haven't been back since. I don't even remember where it is! Who knows what she's done since I left. What if she is haunting another child there?" Dean quickly reached over and gripped her hand.

"We can go back together. We will find it and we can put her and the orphanage at peace. Maybe even you too," he paused. Violet looked down and Dean's hand on hers. She clenched her hands around his and looked back up to him. "I promise. We work together. You're one of us." Violet grew a smile, feeling at peace in the comforting from Dean.