I bit back tears, holding my bleeding knee.

Who's fault had that been? Not mine.

Some jerk in a trench coat had practically run over me.

"Get up!" he yelped, pulling me to my feet. "Run!"

Not knowing what I was running from, I listened to him.

When we were about two blocks away from where he had met me the stranger stopped.

"What's that?" I asked, looking at the weird looking red symbol painted onto the gravelly

Alley road.

Something growled and I looked up to see a guy in way too much flannel.

"Running away like a puppy?" someone asked snarkily.

I whirled around, feeling like a spinning teacup, and saw a girl with pure black eyes.

At this point I was freaking out and she spotted the symbol. "Oh, that's way too obvious."

She stepped around it and grabbed me.

The guy next to flannel, who was practically wearing the same thing, frowned.

"Alright," he said slowly. "Let her go and we'll leave you alone."

The inhuman girl laughed. "She's my only bargaining chip. I won't let her go that easily."

Feeling angry I stepped on her foot and elbowed her in the stomach.

Freaking monster didn't even flinch.

In fact her grip got tighter and I winced instead of her.

"Do that again and I'll kill you," she growled.

I nodded slightly and the second guy, flannel one, stepped back as did his two friends.

Everything had been slowed down, but in seconds I lost track of everything.

It felt like all in one moment that she got pinned to the ground and killed while I had been pulled away and shielded from the sight of her body.

"Did you get her?" the one who had me asked.

"Yeah," the other guy replied.

He smiled sadly. "I'm sorry you had to deal with that."

"What was she?"

"It-It's a long story."

He had long caramel brown hair, brownish eyes, and a worried smile.

The guy in a trench coat had short unruly dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and a confused look.

Flannel one had short dark brown hair, fanfiction green eyes, and an angry expression.

"Who are you?" I asked, shaking.

He smiled and said, "Sam West."

Then he pointed to flannel "That's my brother Dean West."

"And that's Castiel," he finished, pointing to trench coat.

I gave him a tentative grin back. "I'm Scarlett. My friends call me Scar."

We watched each other silently until Dean cut in. "Is that the first time you've seen one of those Scarlett?"

"It's Scar to you. Only my family calls me by my full name." I replied dryly. "And the

answer to your question is no. I see those freaky things all the time. They practically stalk me."

The three boys looked at each other then at me suspiciously.

"This might be hard to understand, but that was a Demon," Castiel explained.

I shook my head. "I'm not religious. Demons don't exist."

The brothers passed a look, trying not to laugh and failed miserably.

"What? You expect me to think that was some kind of LARPing? You killed her!" I

Snapped, not liking them much anymore.

"At this point we don't even try to pass it off as anything other than Supernatural." Dean

Explained. "And Demons exist whether you're religious or not."

"And Angels? Do they exist too?"

Castiel waved. "Indeed, we do exist. Although that depends on what you mean by exist."

"Cas," the older looking West brother sighed. "Can we not go into that?"

Sam laughed. "We should probably go, here-"

He handed me a piece of paper with a number. "Call us if you see another of those."

Rolling my eyes, but keeping it because I knew I would, I nodded. "Well...Bye...I guess."

The three dipped their heads then walked off.

Feeling like I had walked into one of my fantasy books, I left for my Supernatural convention.

As I read my book, waiting for the bus, I realized something.

"No Freaking way," I muttered, rereading the character descriptions.

That was impossible! I didn't meet Sam and Dean Winchester.

They didn't- couldn't- exist. It was a fictional story written by a guy with a big imagination.

Of course! Why didn't I think of that? It was Cosplay.

And when they 'killed' the demon they replaced it with a doll.

I was such an idiot.

That didn't explain why "demons" continually came after me….

Shaking my head, I skipped the convention and went home to my mom.

"I'm home," I said, opening the door.

"You're early!" she snapped. "How are we expected to pay for this place if you don't

Work."

She acted like this beauty of a place was a heck-hole and that it was my fault for not earning enough money for a better place. In truth a friend of hers, who was avuncular to me, payed for all of it. He also payed for my latin lessons, piano lessons, Italian Lessons, and sign language lessons.

She saw my cosplay outfit and scowled. "You were going to a convention weren't you?"

I glared at her and went to my bedroom without saying another word.

I wished more with every day that I could cut her out of my life. It wasn't like I was still a child.

I had a good job and all the money I made from it was going into my college fund.

Despite uncle Crowley urging me to let him pay for it, I just felt it was something I had to do on my own.

Speaking of, he would probably call soon.

Just as the thought occurred to me Highway to Hell began playing.

I opened my flip phone, smiling. "Heyo, uncle."

"Hello, darling," he said. "How is your mother?"

I groaned, and covered my eyes with my wrist.

"I could always get you your own apartment," he offered.

Which was even worse. "Don't do that. I already feel horrible that you pay for literally everything."

"I'm sorry you have to deal with her."

We talked for well into an hour when a scream erupted from his side of the phone.

"What was that?" I asked suspiciously.

He laughed. "Nothing. I will call you tomorrow. Goodnight Scarlett."

Then I remembered meeting Sam and Dean. "Oh before you go, I met the Winchesters. You know the fictional characters of the fictional book?"

There was silence and then he cursed loudly. "Of course you did."

The line went dead and I sighed. I shouldn't have said anything.

Maybe they were just cosplayers.

I got up, went into the kitchen and opened the fridge.

Nothing.

"Mom, I going to the store!" I yelled, slipping shoes on.

Why did life have to be so stressful?

I just want to smack my forehead against a very large baseball bat.

I must have forgotten to tie my shoes because I ended up tripping and falling on my face.

Blood started pooling out of my nose and I groaned.

There was a large sniffing sound and I turned around, blood dripping onto my clothes, to see the large hound whom I affectionately called Millard. I named him after the invisible boy from Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children.

He seemed particularly interested in the smell of my blood.

"I knew there was a reason I didn't like you," a guy snarled.

I turned around to see Dean and frowned. "What?"

"Don't what me! You're a Demon!"

I looked at him like he was an idiot. "I'm not a Demon. Demons don't exist. The Winchesters don't exist. It's a book."

He scoffed. "Don't try to get out of this. What are you doing here?"

His brother, Sam, tapped his shoulder. "The salt."
He pulled out a large thing of salt.

I held out my hand expectantly. "Go ahead."

He dumped a pile into my palm and I screamed out in pain, my eyes wide.

"I'm not a Demon!" I mumbled, shaking a little and rubbing my reddened hand. "They

don't 's a joke. Did you put something into it to burn me?"

Dean frowned. "You honestly think this is a game?"

"Isn't it?" I said, glaring at him for messing with me.

"She doesn't know anything, boys." Crowley said.

My eyes widened and I backed away. "How- you- You weren't there and now you are. What's going on?!"

Millard growled protectively and I dug my fingers into his fur.

My uncle looked faintly upset. "We should talk, Scar."

Sam frowned. "You know each other? Is she a Demon?"

I snarled at him and yelled. "Demons don't exist!"

Dean growled. "Don't scream at him."

This was all so overwhelming. I was freaking out.

"Boys, I don't think this is a conversation to have in public." Crowley said.

They nodded. "We'll meet you in the motel down the street."

Suddenly everything around me disappeared and a dingy room with two twin beds appeared.

"You're a DeMoN?" I yelped, staring at him in disgust.

He sighed. "This may not have been the best way of dealing with things. Yes."

I sat down slowly, not quite looking at him, but refusing not to let him out of my sight.

What stops Demons?

Salt.

But hadn't it burned me too? Mom had always said salt was bad for me and I had never tried it.

"Another thing," he announced. "I'm not your uncle. I'm your father."

I stared directly at him, stunned. Then curled up into the fetal position on the nearest bed.

My breathing was quick and shallow and my hands were clutching my head.

"You just let her sleep there?" I heard someone snarl. It sounded like Dean.

I kept my eyes shut, even though I don't remember closing them.

Crowley, my dad- my father, laughed. "It wouldn't be the first time there was a Demon in your bed."

I didn't feel like dealing with all of this right that I told myself didn't exist.

It did. It did exist. And it didn't just exist around me. I was a part of it. I was Crowley's daughter. I was a Demon's daughter. I was a Demon too.

"Let's just leave her," Sam said. "If what Crowley says is true, she didn't know any of this

was real and she's had the worst day of her life today."
He was so sweet.

"I'll have to ask if she can stay with you, boys," the Demon said, more telling than

anything else. "She won't be going home anytime soon."

Something soft was curled up beside me and if I didn't know any better it was Millard.

"Hell no!" Dean yelped, quickly being shushed by the other two.

"She's not harming anyone, Dean. She's an innocent bystander." Sam insisted. "It's

Fine. We'll let her stay for as long as she needs."

A blanket covered the both of us and Crowley said, "Then this is where I leave you for now."

My life has changed so quickly in one day.