We all walked outside and started looking for Dean around Bobby's junk yard. I turn left and tripped on a open tool box.

"Shit. Ow whats next a broke leg and wrist." I grumbled.

"It's the eye of the tiger… watch your language if dad heard you would wouldn't be sitting for a week." Dean said from the dark.

"Dean!" I squeaked as I crawled over to the car and then under.

"Hey shrimp." Dean said

"Why did you leave… and for the record I voted in my head before you pulled up if it happens again gonna tell some one. Hey D is there anything you can teach me so I at least have a chance even if it is just defending, because I just need to block and for some reason I can't it is weird because I try, but it is almost like my mind doesn't send the message." I told him.

"I have an idea squirt, how about tomorrow Sam and I will wait and watch you and the bullies because I want to see this freezing up and these bullies my self and so that way I things get to ruff we can stop it and teach them a lesson or two." Dean said.

"ok" I stammered.

"You stay here I am going to go talk to Dad and Sam for I minute I when I call you come out ok" Dean told me like I was five instead of seventeen.

"Yes sir Dean" I answered as he left.

It seemed like forever until he yelled for me to come out as I did the jack stand fell over the car drop just missing me by a inch. I wasn't even close enough to hit it.

"Angel!" they all yelled as the car hit the ground.

"I'm fine" I called back as I stepped, well ran on to the porch.

" Sammy, Angel I want you two checking Angel's room for a hex bag. Dean you and me are checking the junk yard and Bobby you check the tree house." Dad ordered

"Kay" we all answered and went to work.

Sam and I ran up to my room and started working neatly and carefully.

"Sam, what does a hex bag look like." I said as I pulled the ladder to my attic room down followed by a light rumble and a crash.

"Angel!" Sam yelped as I heard him rush over to me.

"Sammy get this thing off of me it weight more then a dead weight dean tickle attack." I gasped.

Sam lifted the boxes off of me and I sat up rubbing my arm. A small sort of smile spread across my face. We climbed up the stairs and began to look around the attic room.

" Hey Sammy could it be in my school locker or some where like that?" I asked as he jumped up.

"Here is one." Sam said as he held a weird little bag in his hand.

" And we are off to tell dad. I cheered as I went down the stairs and almost tumbled all the way if Sam hadn't caught me.

" Call dad now this is getting bad and will probably only get worse" Sam order once we reached the bottom.

I called dad and every one came back to the house. Bobby started a fire in the fire place and threw the hex bags in the flame we all watched them burn. I noticed my eyes get heavy and blurry. I tried to stay waked but I couldn't, I felt my head hit the floor and by that point I was in dream land.

(Dreamland)

I woke up if you can call waking up in a dream waking up. I looked around and I didn't know where I was. I began to walk around when every thing changed now it was dark and some one was approaching me. It was a thin man with brown hair and beard and brown eyes.

"welcome miss Winchester, I am Alistair and this is no nightmare." Alistair said.

"Stay back I kill" I threatened.

"With what weapons, this isn't your dream you have no control. Physically this will not leave a mark. However mentally is will scar you. Lets begin shall we." he said almost too pleasantly.

"Lets not say we did and walk away." I responded.

"Take a Seat, this is going to hurt you a lot." he said as I unwilling took a seat and got strapped into the chair.

Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my arm and I looked over and saw the blood and I didn't freak, or I wouldn't let myself. I looked back up and saw that he was hurting Sam and Dean. I tried not to freak or scream I tried to become numb. Dean and Sam screamed like no one should ever scream and something snapped in my soul, I was so angry. I channeled it at Alistair in order to make him stop hurt them and I broke out of the chair and a white light engrossed me. All I wanted was to go home and see my family.

(end dream)

Someone was shaking me as I woke up still on Bobby's floor. I tried to sit my self up as Sam and Dean supported me.

"What happened?" I asked softy.

" You passed out and then kind of glowed white and then woke up" My Dad answered.

"Angel what happened" Sam asked looking me in the eye with his puppy dog pout.

"Nothing Sammy" I lied still looking at him.

"Ok, bed now." Bobby said looking at all of us. "we'll finish this tomorrow"

I walked upstairs and fell on to my bed and went to sleep. Only to be visited in my dream by a more pissed off Alistair. This time it was just me and he told me this would leave a mark. I started to cry from the pain and I wanted Sam and Dean so bad I was wishing they would run in.

"Your Brothers can't save you, you can't even save your self. No wonder John leaves you with Bobby." he taunted.

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD! Leave me and my Family alone." I yelled as every thing went white.

I Jolted up in bed and looked around I was covered in blood. 'shit' I thought as I ran to the bath room to clean my self up.

(knock, Knock)

"Just a minute" I yelled as I tried to quickly finish wrapping up my cuts and gashes while trying to hid the evidence.

"Angel it's Dean, why is there blood all over your bed" He asked trying not to sound worried. "Angel, open the door or you ,me and Sam can talk in your room."

"I'll meet you in my room ok De" I said softy.

"Ok you have two minutes to get there" He said as he walked away.

I quickly cleaned up the bathroom and stopped and looked in mirror and realized I looked like a mummy reject. I ran out the door and went back in to my room. My bed looked like a murder scene.

"Angel, what the hell happened we want the truth now." Dean said.

"Well earlier I got visited when I passed out by someone name Alistair and he hurt you and Sam so I freaked hence the glowing. Then when I went to sleep he came back, but this time it was just me and he started calling me weak and saying how I can't even save my self let alone any one else and he was cutting me I think, but I flipped out again." I answered.

"Let us take a look at those cuts and see if we can rewrap them a little better. Next time tell us sooner, ok Ang." Sam said as he and Dean carefully undid my horrible wrapping job.

"Holy Shit!" Dean nearly yelled. "I think we may need to stitch some of these Angel."

"Ok" I sniffled.

"Maybe I shouldn't got Stanford. You guys need me." Sam said as he started to stitch a cut.

"No, Sam you have to go. As long as you promise to call and still help out with research every now and again." Dean said as he finish stitching the cut across me back.

"He is right Sammy, you gotta go. You are only nine months older then me and you deserve this." I said while trying to wince while being stitched up.

" Then what is this I found in your bag. If I got to go so do you Angel" Sam said hold up my Stanford acceptance letter.

"Grr. Annoying nosey older brothers. Ow!" I growled.