Many hours had passed before I came to again, this time there was yelling.

"Look at the back of its fucking head. Gone. Every last damn shot gone like, erased." The middle voices' screaming was starting to hurt my head. Pain. Well at least I was feeling something. Joy spread through me, my body felt as if it could run a marathon. Slowly I tried to open my eyes, but they wouldn't budge. It felt as though cement was gluing them closed. My body suddenly didn't feel like it could run a marathon anymore.

There was pain again, not as strong, but still an ongoing wave of pain. There was still an yelling match going but I had shut them out in my effort to open my eyes. But now the voices were coming in crystal clear.

"I say we shoot her. I mean there's way of knowing what in the hell she or it is. Beside she hurt you. How's that healing by the way?" The annoying middle voice shouted again. He was really starting to piss me off.

"It wasn't as deep as we thought it was. Little shit just nicked me." The older voice replied.

I tried desperately to open my eyes again. This time I was rewarded. My eyes peeled slowly open and I gasped at the sight before me.

Standing in front of me was the man who shot me at aunt Trisha's house. Stupidly, I flinched and shot up in bed scrambling off the bed and onto the floor. My body was pained with cramps making moving very difficult, and the fall didn't help.

I kept backing up until my back hit a wall. I was trying to find any sort of exit, there was a door on the far side of the room, but I would have to get pass these men to reach it. John and the shooter were both looking at me with matching shocked expressions. Slowly John put his hands up.

"Calm down hot shot, were not going to shoot her. Listen kid we ain't going to hurt you." He started to walk towards me making me back up further. "Ok sweetie I need you to calm down. Deus." Deus? What was a Deus? John looked at the shooter again and motioned towards the back of the room

"S'not a demon dad, it didn't even flinch at the name of god." The shooter was starting to annoy me. Always calling me names like demon or it. Someone should really put him in his place.

"Dean, I think she just a human girl. I've tried everything salt, holy water, sliver, even tried excessing the damn thing, nada. I say we leave her as she is, she hasn't hurt anyone yet we'll keep a watchful eye on this town just to be sure. We do have other 'obligations' Dean." 'Dean' simply nodded like a good boy and walked out the room leaving me and Dad. I wanted to call him dad I didn't like the name John.

Being the naive kid I was I let down my guard and started to get excited. They were leaving! And with my excitement I couldn't hold my tongue. "Soo... This means you're leaving for good right." For some reason the excitement faded and I was pained with sadness. This man was my supposedly father and he was just going to up an leave me with my aunt. An aunt who called to have me 'taken care of'. "What's gonna happen to me?" At that moment Sam walked through the door.

"You're coming with us. You're family. And family lives with family." My face lit up. I never had a real family, this could be my chance to be a normal kid. I was so excited. I started to swing my legs back and forth. Well, until my Dad opened his mouth

"Woo Sam, that's not you choice to make, you don't get to decided things before we talk about them. I'm sorry she can't come with us." John looked sternly at Sam while Sam just looked pissed. "She can't come with us and you know why." I was really confused. My leg swinging slowed.

"Where is she going to stay then? Are you just going to leave as soon as you find out she exists? And what about her 'claw' like things? We can't leave her here, that's illogical." This kid had a big heart. Here he was defending some thing evil and unnatural like me. I mean hell I even hurt his only father.

"Sam calm down. We'll send her to Bobby's or Pastor Jim's. Bobby'll have a hay day with her. I think he always wanted kids." He was selling me off to his friends. Makes you really feel love.

"She's your kid! You can't just bid her off to whoever wants her. What next, you going to send me and Dean off too?!You're a fucking a-!" Sam started to yell but I cut him off.

"SWEAR JAR!" And plugged my ears with my fingers. I was a frequent donator to the swear jar. When I unplugged them I found that the room had filled with laughter. Dad was trying to Stifle his laughter. Sam had failed at the attempt and was full on giggling. I didn't get the humor in this. After about a minute of nonstop laughter they finally settled. No one said anything.

That's when i started to feel the pain coming again. It felt like someone was sawing m body In two. Every bone, muscle, and vein felt like they were covered in acid. My breathing started to get heavy and I dropped to the floor. Sam rushed to help me up.

"Hey you ok kiddo? What's wrong?" He was checking my body for any signs of cuts or bruises. Dad who tried to get to me first, kneeled down in front of me.

"Hey! You ok? Kid!?" That's when the pain exploded. I could see fire behind my eyes. Someone was screaming from inside of the room, other voices were also frantic. After awhile I didn't hear them anymore. It was dark and scary with my eyes shut. I felt like I was in a living nightmare.

YAY chapter 3 is up. Hope you all enjoy. I still need a beta, if anyone's interested pm me.