Note: Yea so I like to write in a first persons point of view. It's just my type of thing. And no I do not own supernatural, only this character that I made up.

This is mainly some back ground information of the main character so you know what she's like. Dean will come in soon though. I promise! Please leave a review!

The Fatal Dare.

I was sixteen when I found out why I should be afraid of the dark. Teenagers, we're so dumb, doing anything we're dared to. My best friends Trent and I were dared to go into a supposedly haunted hospital that was abandoned since before I was born.

I met Trent at age ten after being placed in a foster home a few short months after my father's death. We quickly clinged on to each other and became the best of friends. He never left my side, always making sure I came first before any need of his. At age thirteen Trent was given a chance to leave the home and live with a new family, but refused the offer unless they took me with him. Sad to say no one wanted me, I always got complaints for giving people weird vibes and making them feel uneasy. Non-the-less he rejected his only opportunity for a real family, one reason why I loved him so. But of course everybody thought it was because we were in love or something. This wasn't at all the case between us. I loved him with every fiber in my body but not in a sexual attractive way, it was more of a brother sister bond between us. The fact is that when I went into foster care I was in desperate need for a family and when Trent came along he made me feel like I actually had some one in this world.

Okay back to the story, some of the other foster kids dared me to go into an old abandoned hospital at night trying to test my bravery since I wasn't afraid of much. Ail, my sixth sense (I named her that because it was my name backwards and since she looked like me I thought she should have a similar name.) didn't show up so I took the dare without hesitation. Trent volunteered to accompany me; the thought of me alone at night in the woods didn't ease his mind.

The hospital was cluttered with old furniture and garbage from the rockers that did pointless rituals there. I remember it smelt damp, like an old wet book with mold and rotting wood.

We walked the messy halls after I successfully begged Trent to go further into the broken down building with me. The only light in the building was several rays of moonlight that spilled through open cracks on the boarded up windows.

"Can you get sick from breathing in moldy air?" I asked, fear etched in every word.

"Maybe, I don't know… of all things your scared of getting sick?"

"I'll die if I get sick!" I exclaimed. I was so over dramatic back then.

"No you won't." He reassured me laughing under his breath.

"I am!"

"You're such a drama Queen."

"Well when Rosey (the foster mom) doesn't find us tomorrow morning you're going to hope we do." He shot me his 'Oh-I-Know' look and changed the topic.

"So… John, how is he?"

"Good."

"Good? That's it?" He questioned pulling me so I didn't trip over a large section of garbage.

"What do you want me to say?"

"Oh c'mon Lia. I know you like him."

"Well yeah-"

"So? Does he like you? Do I have to kill him?"

"No he-"

"He doesn't? So it's okay if I hurt him a little right?" There was his over protective side showing, I loved it when he played the big brother role.

"Shut up! Let me speak damn it!"

"Sorry."

"Your more excited about it then I am." I chuckled.

"Well?" he glared at me form the corner of his eye waiting for my response.

"Well we-" This time I cut myself off thinking that I had seen something at the end of the hall move. "What's over there?"

He looked ahead in the dark corridor but couldn't see a thing. He took out his little red lazer beam key chain and pointed it toward the end of the hall. There was a mess of a pile blocking a huge looking door that had a small, square, tinted one way window centered in the middle of its heavy metal frame. I thought I had seen something there but brushed it off as just my imagination running off without me.

"You want to check it out?" he asked.

I waited a good second for Ail to pop up and say no but she didn't so…

"You first." I smiled

Trent stumbled over the large mess and stuck his hand out for me to grab. The moment I placed my hand on top of his I squeezed hard and tugged my body toward him. Jumping over the large barricade in the process he grabbed and pulled me in mid air. When my feet met the floor I twisted my right ankle and let out a pained grunt. Trent held on trying his best to keep me from losing my balance.

"You okay?"

I pushed off him and knelt down to rub my ankle. I focused on the pain trying to feel how bad it really was. Standing up I answered his question.

"Not bad." I lied, if I can recall it felt like a knife jammed in my heel that shot a hot liquidy pain up to my knee.

I took a step forward as best I could with out showing the pain but failed the moment my face scrunched up in agony.

"You're hurt," He said and began nudging me back to the main hall. "We're leaving."

When I looked pass him I thought I saw what I had seen before.

"No, I want to know what is in that room." I pushed back in curiosity.

To my surprise he did not argue.

"Fine, stay here and I'll go check it out."

"No, I want to go."

"No."

"Trent!"

"Lia Abigail Williams!" He shouted.

"FINE!"

He always won when he used my whole name. My mom use to say it when I did something wrong or was mad at me. It was my sign to shut up.

Trent walked through the littered hallway and stopped in front of the door.

"Lia!" He yelled over.

"Yeah!"

"It looks like those…those padded psycho rooms."

"Is there anything in it?"

He shoved the rusted door open creating a nail on black board screech. I slammed my teeth together making a large biting sound. It was a habit I picked up when I was little. Whenever I heard or saw something repulsive and disgusting I would bite the air in my mouth as hard as I could.

"Well?" I yelled over impatiently waiting for an answer.

"Nothing, but you really should check this out! There's some kind of writing on the walls."

I carefully took several steps forward until Ail tapped my shoulder.

"Don't go." She shook her head in a warning way.

"Why?" I looked over to where Trent stood and questioned Ail for the first time.

"Just don't."

"But he's calling me."

"Have I ever been wrong?"

When she left I stood there, my mind racing with all the possible scenarios Ail would want me to avoid. Not one came close to what had happened next.

Trent walked out the room and this time I got a clearer look at what I had seen before.

"Trent!" I sprung forward despite the pain in my ankle.

He turned back toward the room as he felt something brush up against his shoulders. In front of him was a some what deteriorated Caucasian man well over six feet in height. Within the blink of an eye it disappeared.

Trent stood there in shock at what he just saw and I picked up my speed. But like in some cheesy scary movie my ankle gave out and I slammed against the floor. In an instant Trent was pulled rapidly into the room, the lights flashed on and the door slammed behind him.

I struggled to the door and leaned up against it, peering into the one way window. There he was, in the middle of the room, standing perfectly still and motionless.

"Ail!" I demanded her presence.

"Yes Lia."

I spun around to face her. The anger in my eyes showing in hers.

"What's going on? What's going to happen to him?!"

"That's not your concern. She stated plainly.

Astonished and pissed out of my mind my voice became deep and I yelled in her face. My voice never went high like most girls, I found it to be more intimidating if your voice goes deep and low.

"My concern!?! He is my concern! Get him out of there NOW!"

"He may be yours but he's not mine." She kneeled down and picked up what looked like a guys chain necklace.

"He's my concern and I am yours. Therefore he is to. Get him out." I tried to convince her now pleading with his and my life.

"I can't do that," she stood up. " Even if it were you in there I wouldn't be capable of dragging you out if your life depended on it. You know the rules, the moment I leave everything goes back the way it was before I interrupted it."

"What's going to happen to him?"

Ail paused looking into the window of the small square room and spoke gently.

"I think it best if you leave the building."

"No." I stated firmly.

Ail became angry. First I question her orders and then I refuse to follow one. It was new to the both of us.

"Fine! Stay and watch!" She yelled and disappeared.

So I watched, I watched my best friend… my brother slam against the wall by something I could not see, and bleed out his mouth, nose, and ears from harsh blows to his face. I kicked and pounded on the door to budge it but got nothing in return. His blood lined the walls, his face, his clothes… and in the end created a large puddle that he laid lifeless in. I cried as I watched his last breath create air bubbles in the pool of blood surrounding him.

The door made a clanking sound and swung open. The smell of fresh blood spilled out before me, I gagged and instinctively began chomping me teeth together. I made no motion though, I just peered into the room. The lights began flickering on and off. Between several of the flashes the ghost appeared face to face with me, a stupid pleased grin laced upon its face. I'm not sure exactly why it didn't kill me along with Trent that night but still I did not cower away from it. I faced that bastard with every bit of anger I felt toward it.

"Get out." Ail's voice echoed in my head.

"No." I whispered. Something snapped in me that night. Not even Ail could have prevented it.

I looked down at my hands realizing I was holding something. It was the chain necklace that Ail had picked up earlier. Some how I got hold of it, I fingered it with my thumb as I starred at Trent's mutilated body. I stood there for the rest of the night pondering how to get my revenge.

Note: So yea this is chapter two. I admit it took me a while to get into my writing mode when I made this so the beginning of it sounds etchy. Please leave a review and don't worry the brothers come in next chapter. I think. R & R!