Okay so I might've lost a track of where I was going with this so I'm crossing my fingers and hoping it sounds coherent :)

So I just agreed to help out a prick and his brother hunt down a good friend of mine and probably kill him. I feel like this might be wrong but hey, emotions, who needs them? I hear knocking at my door but unlike last time it isn't so… nice. I stroll over, look through the peephole, and see Hei. I'm wary to unlock it because of his tendency to electrocute things when he's angry but I don't want him to kick down my door.

"Stop you're going to ruin my door I just had it painted yesterday," I say teasingly and gesture him in. I quietly close the door and turn to ask why he's here, but I feel a hand around my throat.

"Did you tell anything to those men who were just here?" He asks, the anger seeping out of every syllable. I feebly shake my head no. He lets go and goes to the kitchen grumbling something about being hungry.

"Hei, what are you so worked up about?" I ask following him.

"This isn't ice cream, this is soup," he says obviously disappointed when he sees the ice cream containers in my freezer. I fix it hoping he'll give me answers. "Thanks."

I sigh in an over exaggerated way before regurgitating my previous question, "Why are you so worked up?"

"I think those two are out to kill me," He says and looks me in the eyes. Those eyes scare me, they shouldn't be two dark pits void of emotion; but they are. I shiver involuntarily and he notices. He laughs, not so much of a laugh but more of a forceful release of breath, while I get embarrassed and scared. "Do I scare you?"

"Well, yeah, you're stronger than me and junk and you've probably killed thousands of people and I worry too much about the emotions afterwards." He looks away either offended or hurt-I can't tell, but a heavy guilt sets in. In minutes that feel like an eternity the guilt ebbs away to nothing and the tired eats away at my consciousness. Banging at the door or in my head I can't tell I just want to sleep. I go to my room and let Hei answer the door.

I wake up and check the clock, "It's six? Crap, I slept through most of my classes." I groggily pull myself out of bed and go to the living room. I can barely make out two figures, one's sitting and the other is standing over him.

"Leave her alone, it's me you want she has nothing to do with any of this," Hei, who's tied up in the chair, says. I feel a sharp pain in the back of my head and Hei's eyes go wide. Everything goes dark.

But soon is bright again and I'm not in my apartment.

"Where am I?" I ask, moving towards someone. I trip and as the pavement draws closer to my face I brace myself for the impact. Instead there I am in my apartment. Lying in the doorway of the kitchen staring up at Dean.

"What the hell just happened?" He asks, clearly shocked. Hei just looks at me with contempt. So Dean cocks his gun and reiterates his question more seriously.

"I don't know," I say and curl up defensively. I feel a flood of terror drenching me.

Hei smirks, "She's the most powerful contractor I know." All three of us turn to face him.

"What do you mean?" Sam asks.

"She doesn't just freeze things, she can imitate any power she's already seen. After leaving the syndicate, she got a really high price on her head. Of course she doesn't know any of this because supposedly they wiped her memories like she was a doll."

I start tearing up and shakily ask, "But what do you mean I can imitate powers?"

"They tested on you a lot, for many classified reasons. But there is still a chance you don't have those memories because you repressed them," Hei says. Dean shifts uncomfortably and shares an uncomfortable look with Sam.

"Well, then that means you're just who we've been looking for," Dean says and pulls out some handcuffs. I put up my hands defensively but he advances with them. I back up to until I bump into Sam. They have me surrounded and I'm freaking out.

I feel the panic rising in my throat and escaping as a desperate scream, "Hei please help me."

"I'm handcuffed to the chair I can't," he says hopelessly.

Sam looks unsurely at me and pleads, "Don't make this any harder for yourself than it has to be."

I kick Dean as hard as I can and race past him towards Hei. I look at his handcuffs unsurely and shakily ask, "Do you think I can melt them off?"

"If you want me to be handless." He replies sarcastically. I rip the arm off of the chair with an agonizingly sharp metallic noise. He smirks at me then literally sweeps me off of my feet and carries me out of my house.