yay chapter four! Hope you enjoy.

Finally after what felt like hours, the pain started to subside. Someone must have moved because I felt the smoothness of cloth under me. When I opened my eyes the room was empty. I wasn't in the same room as before. A sudden movement to my left caught my attention, I jumped up in horror. Standing at the foot of my bed was a man with yellow eyes. He was staring at my hands. "Well, well, what'd we have here. Looks like some of my work. I didn't think you would have claws though. I'm sure they must hurt my dear. How are you my child?" Child?Claws? What the hell was wrong with this man. The man had short brown hair and looked to be in his late forties. His yellow eyes were a piercing color that I had never seen before. Something about this man screamed similar, but I knew I had never seen him before. So like any child of five, I became curious.

"Your child? You're not my father! My fathers name is John, I just met him yesterday. He doesn't like me too much. Why are your eyes a strange color? I don't have claws!" I protested looking down. Sure enough they were there. Protruding out of my hand. As if on instinct my body clenched and the retracted back into my hand. It hurt like hell. As soon as they shot back in the skin in between my knuckles started to heal. It looked as if it was sowing itself together, the whole process took about half a minute. There was no scars, no blood, no bruises, just regular whole skin.

"Interesting. Hmm I'm going to have to look into this one. Most of my children don't get their powers till the age of twenty one. And none of them are like this. You're powerful child. To answer your questions I am Azazel, powerful servant of the dark angle Lucifer. Yes you are my child, my blood is in your veins and my powers are pulled into your body by that very blood. I didn't conceived you, but you are my blood. Your claws and healing ability are something I find very odd though. As for my eyes, well why don't you ask your dear father John about that. I'm sure he'll be just joyed to answer that." Footsteps sounded in the hall. "Looks like that's my Que to leave. I'll be seeing more of you real soon my child. Sleep tight." He whispered with a wink. In a flash of black smoke he disappeared into the air. As soon as the smoke was gone Dean entered the room. When he saw my expression and that I was awake he yelled for his dad.

John barged into the room and came right to the bed. "Are you ok? How are you feeling? What hurts?" He was frantic with his questions.

Ignoring him I asked. "Why did that man have yellow eyes." His face went completely pale, his eyes started to blaze and his breathing turned ragged.

"What do you mean? What man?" He wasn't getting it, Azazel told me he would get it, why wasn't he getting it.

"The man with short brown hair and yellow eyes, he said you knew him. He also said that his blood is in my veins. What dose that mean?" Did it mean he was my father? I wasn't sure. John didn't look happy, and dean looked at me like He wanted to shoot me. Technically he already did that.

"You need to tell me everything he said." John said. So I did. I told him everything from the moment I woke up to the moment Dean walked in. John look pleasantly pissed. Like he won the big game but lost the girl to the school nerd. He didn't even say a word, just walked out of the room feet ablaze. Dean stayed.

"Where's Sam?" I asked. Sam was my favorite, I didn't want to have to talk to Dean just yet, I mean he did shoot me.

"School. Dad made him go today. Freaking kid won't leave your side." Dean sounded betrayed.

"Why don't you like me? Is it because we don't have the same moms, or is it because I'm not normal." I honestly wanted to know why he hated me so much.

"Look kid it's not that I don't like you, I just don't know what you are yet and until I know that you're a danger to 'my' family. But I guess I'm going to have to get used to ya." Dean said.

"Why?"

"Did you see the look on dads face. He needs you now, you're the only link he has to that demon. He's going to use you like a piece of toilet paper, as soon as he's done with you he's going to throw you in the trash. That's how things go in this family. I just hate to get close and then having to lose something. Sam doesn't know the pain yet. He's only ten. But I know it. Everything leaves in the end." Dean was to wise to be only fifteen, he also had seen to much pain in his short life. He needed something stable in his life. Maybe if I actually could stay, I could be what's stable in his life. The thought made me over giddy, I jumped up and threw my arms around Dean. He tensed and put his arms up like he was about to push me off but he didn't, after a while his arms rapped around my shoulders and he crushed me to him.

"I won't leave. I pinky swear." I pulled back and held up my pinky. He stared at it for a long time until he finally curled his around mine. A huge smile forming on his face. "There. Now I can't leave no matter what."

And that's how I got to be where I was today. Our father had done exactly what Dean thought he would, everyday he would check on me to see if I was having late night chats with Azazel. But he never came back. And after what I heard from Sam and Dean I'm glad. Knowing the man had killed not only their mom but also mine, made me furious. Just thinking of it made my claws itch.

As I grew my claws stayed. The pain lessened when they came out and the healing quickened. I was able to do a lot more than other kids, like healing from a bullet wound in a couple of minutes, instead of weeks. I was also stronger than a male body builder on his best day. Not to mention faster than an Olympic track runner. Even with all these major abnormalities I had to go to regular school.

I really didn't like school. I didn't make friends easily, and wasn't the most beautiful girl(not that I broke mirrors or anything)in the world. But I also wasn't very good at listening. If it peaked my interest you couldn't stop me from learning it, but if it was something like, dividing quadratic equations, I didn't even bother. I did like books though, a trait I got from Sam. I also was largely interested in electronic engineering and robotics. Sometime though I would help Dean fix the car, something he really appreciated for some odd reason.

My life with the Winchesters was a fairly hard life. Our dad trained us to be soldiers, we were more like a platoon then a family. Every morning there was training, and every night we were to study Latin religiously. Then there was hunts, traveling, bad food, demons, shitty hotel rooms, annoying brothers(Dean), and anything else that crossed our path. But all an all it wasn't a horrible life. Me and the boys got along great. After that first talk I had with Dean we were just fine with each other, more than fine if I'd say. Dean was my partner in crime, my right hand man, the shaggy to my Scooby, ok ill stop. But he was a great older brother. Sam on the other had treated me like he was my father, seeing that our dad never did, he never let me do anything dangerous. And then the fact that he was only five years older than me. If Dean was my partner in crime then, Sam was my best friend. Then there was the matter of John. John never treated me bad or hit me or anything, he barley came around me enough to hit me. But I was always to him the 'thing' that could lead him straight to the demon that killed his wife. It used to bother me a lot when I was younger, now that I'm older I see that Sam acts like a better dad than he could ever be. Sam would make me do my homework, dad would tell me it's a waste anyway. Sam would ask me how my day was, dad would grunt in my general direction. Sometime I wish that Sam could be my father, other time I'm grateful I even have one. I always could count on Sam, and knew he'd never leave. Until he did.

Sorry this one was kinda short. Please review and tell me how you're like this.:)