So, my laptop never got actually fixed… It died on me for two or three days so my wonderful boyfriend managed to fix it for me. Two days before school started, while I was spending all day packing… It works, but it refuses to connect to my school's internet so I use it to play Sims when I can't sleep at 2 am. I'm using writing ya'll a chapter as reward for me to studying for my exam tomorrow.

On good news, I have less than three months now until I graduate. On bad news, apparently my graduate school interview next week is going to be hell according to people who applied and was denied. Please send positive thoughts that I get in, I could currently only afford to apply to one school (livin' that broke college life). On another good new, there's possibly an engagement in my future. I also got a job (I find the irony that someone who writes Supernatural fanfiction got a job at a church.)

THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT HERE'S LESS OF MY RAMBLES AND AN ACTUALLY CHAPTER!

"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all."

― Oscar Wilde

It had been almost twenty-four hours since Sam had disowned me, I had refused to let Seth, or anyone in my room for that matter. I was hurt and pissed about what had happened, we weren't the kind of individual that rationalized killing a girl who was under the age of six. If dad was alive, he would have never allowed it. I looked out the window and closed my eyes, before walking over to my old laptop and waiting for it to turn on. There was only one person I could honestly think of that I could ask about the effects of any blood drinking. I knew that Weindgos had originally came from humans becoming cannibals to survive the winters, which was a human consuming human blood. What could happen if a human consumed the blood of a mythological creature?

I sighed, pulling up my email and looking at the post it note that Dr. Cullen had gave me with his email on if it I ever needed anything in his enormous library of heaven, hell, and anything in between. He was honestly my only option in figuring out what I could do in order to save Uncle Sam from something that he wouldn't know himself.

Dr. Cullen:

It's Whitney. I was wondering if you had any books on the effects of humans consuming blood, such as a human drinking demon blood. My uncle has went off the deep in with a demon hunt and has honestly went too far. He won't listen to me about it being an awful idea, but I was wondering if you had a book on it so I knew what I could expect and how to help if.

If he still wants to talk to me that is. I can come by your place or have Seth get it while you guys are dealing with the vampire newborn stuff. I'd prefer the first option, because I do not want Seth to know about my uncle's druggie problem.

Thanks!

Whitney.

I sighed, leaning against the wall as I heard a knock on it. "Who is it?" I asked, watching it crack open and seeing Seth pop his head in. "You can come in." I replied, as he walked in, shirtless as always and sat on the edge of the bed with me. I crawled over to him, and wrapped his arm around my waist. He was the sun and I was night, but in deep twilights and dawns we were on the same page. I needed him to shine and to not lose myself and he needed me to be his comfort.

"I take it that it didn't go well." He replied, as I nodded, mumbling that I did not want to talk about it. He pulled me on the bed, cuddling me as he played with my hair. I could only rub my hands on his chest, looking up into his eyes. "You can't save everyone Whitney."

"That's the thing, Seth. I did save everyone I could. My uncle's being irrational, this revenger and anger path in order to destroy Lilith almost caused him to justify killing a small child. I stopped that, he's going to get himself killed because Lilith is now head demon and he's just a hunter. Sure, he had powers because of what happened, but he doesn't anymore. I saved the little girl and him, Lilith got away and he regrets having me go with him. That demon bitch is mind controlling him or some shit like that." I replied, "I think he regrets me as a human being."

He kissed my forehead, smiling softly. "I'll never regret you Whitney. I love you." I could only meet his eyes, before kissing him quickly.

"I love you too. And I think that it's time for you to know everything about me." I replied, sitting up. "Please if you have a question, speak up."

"I was conceived only because my mom's best friend was murdered by a ghost of a Native American Spirit who had vengeance against anyone who wasn't because he was murdered by those individuals that moved out west. Her best friend was originally adopted from El Salvador and lived in the town next for the Makah reservation. They went to a Halloween party at a haunted house, his house, and by midnight she was dead. My grandfather, dad, and uncle came to investigate what had happened, and my dad ended up fucking my mom the night before they killed the spirit. Hence, I was born.

My childhood was very simple, until I was ten. My mom had finished high school and had a serious of somewhat decent boyfriends, they bought me toys and gummies. I remember that much, she'd read me stories and we had a good time. Then, one of her boyfriends snapped and ended up murdering her. Aunt Tiffany wasn't able to take care of me, so I was put in the state custody and by some miracle a man name Dean Winchester was called.

By that point, Sam had left being in his sophomore year of Stanford. When Grandpa and Dad were hunting, I was in the hotel doing school work, because homeschool testing was a thing, or they shoved me in the library from opening to closing. I helped with one or two things, small research based things while they taught me the bare basics. I think Dad never wanted that life for me, we'd something split up, Dad and I would go do a different job or he'd try to take me on a vacation. We went once to the beach for two days, no hunting, just fun.

Things changed, though. Grandpa started going on his off, more and more, and then one day he wasn't answering any calls. We went and got Uncle Sam to go hunt for him, we didn't find him where we thought it was and we were as a team of three, mostly because I was stuck in the car and we ended up killing a Woman in White. Well, we actually brought her home by driving her through the car and the spirits of the children she killed drug her to hell. When we took Uncle Sam back, the same demon that killed my grandmother and started all of this, ends up killing his girlfriend.

So Uncle Sam started traveling with us, it was hard, but Dad has a goal of making my time on the road more enjoyable than his. When we didn't have a case, we spent time researching and Dad would make detours to some really cool things. It was mostly one or two days, but he still wanted me to have a childhood. Though, it wasn't really. I was almost a snack sacrifice, not the actual one, to a fertility god by a crazy town in the East Coast when I was fourteen."

"A snack sacrifice?"

"I was still tied up, but they had a woman in her twenty for the sacrifice because I wasn't sixteen yet. I was also almost killed when I was fourteen, I was right on the age to where that was iffy it mostly wanted children and I was a teenager. Then things changed, Sam had been apparently fed demon's blood when he was a baby, hence while grandma was killed, and there were others popping up with this. We started hunting for it, and they wrecked us with a car. It killed dad, but grandpa made a deal for him to die instead. The same demon that had killed grandma.

The demon wanted to build an army, he was taking people with these powers and hiding them somewhere and testing them. One day, Sam was one of them. We don't know what happened but his spinal cord was cut in half. Sam's dead and so Dad makes a deal, his life for Sam's. I'm fifteen at the time almost sixteen. My last Christmas with my dad, I manage to help them kill pagan gods and he got me my combat boots. He was never big on the holidays.

We looked into numerous ways of saving my dad, they find an immortal organ harvester that took organs out of victims in order to live forever. It was Sam's idea, Dad believe that the Colt, a gun that would kill anything, would help him. It didn't work, and with thirty hours left of my dad's life we are able to find Lilith. He started to hallucinate all this stuff and it was bad, Ruby told Sam that his psychic abilities would kill Lilith, not the demon slashing knife she had been using. Dad didn't trust Ruby and I didn't either. Once we had managed to get there, it was chaos, we were all fighting demons. Bobby put holy water into the sprinkler and we made it into the house.

In the end we're too late and we know it. I give Dad one last hug and tell him I love him and he is the best father in the universe. He tells me to take care of Uncle Sam, don't let him get too far gone. Sam asks what he's going to do and he replies, 'keep fighting, take care of my wheels, remember what Dad taught you, and remember what I taught you.'

I take a deep breath to pause as Seth wraps his arms around me, I curl up into him letting a few tears out before I continue. "The clock strikes midnight and we hear hell hounds, we run into the office in the home and we try to keep them from coming in. Ruby's not Ruby anymore, she's Lilith and she lets the hell hounds in. Pulls my dad off the table, out of my hands, feeling him slip away from me into that death haunts me still. There's a white light, but Sam and I aren't harmed. When Lilith leaves the body of Ruby, Uncle Sam and I hold the corpse of my father. He died on May 2nd, 2008. I'm sixteen, we bury him on May 3rd and by May 4th I'm in La Push."