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I wake up in a daze. My arm still hurts from the last hunt, and, as per usual; Castiel is gone. "Guardian angel my ass" I mumble, sitting up from the bed and swinging my legs over the side.

The room is blurry, obviously my eyes are still trying to adjust to the sudden shot of sunshine. 'Please. It's not in me'. I shake my head, trying to rid my head of the girls screaming. Castiel nods 'It's time'.

I shake the sinking feeling in my stomach as I remember raising the gun to the girl's head and pulling the trigger. I didn't even know her name. And Castiel wouldn't tell me.
Placing the ipod in my ears, I run to the bathroom and slam the door shut. The mirror makes me feel worse about myself.
Hair shriveled, eyes tired and sore; I look older then my nineteen years. The tap runs to lukewarm water; my hands brush underneath it like a cup. Water quickly fills, and with that, I splash my face with water. Tiny droplets fall of my face.

A crash in the bedroom brings me out of my song. Heart's beating faster and faster 'Please don't kill me...Please'

I draw the knife hidden in my make-up bag and cautiously head out to the bedroom. In a second I found the offender and held the knife up to his throat "Woah, woah, woah" The short haired man held up his hand in surrender. "Who are you?" I dug the surraded blade into his throat. I noticed his eyes were a deep green in colour "My names Dean...Dean Winchester"

Backing away, I pulled the knife to my side "Winchester...John Winchester's boy?" I ask, curiosity getting the better of me. He was handsome, short brown hair, green eyes, around 6".
"Yeah. Listen, I was told that I could come to you for help" Dean seemed nervous, probably not as nervous as me, but nervous no the less. I placed my hands on my hips; knife still tightly clutched in my hand.

"Who from?" I ask. Dean shifted from foot to foot "I can't say. He swore me to secrecy". I shook my head "Well tough, you won't tell me who sent you. I don't help" I moved towards the bathroom "Oh, and don't let the door hit you on the ass on the way out yeah" I called behind me.

"Castiel. He sent me to you. Told me you were a good tracker" Dean blurted. I smirked to myself, spinning on my heel "Don't you have a younger brother who always follows you around?" I only just realised that there was no Sam Winchester here.

Dean looked down "That's why I'm here. Sam's missing. I'm scared that he's with Ruby"
My throat constricted. Ruby. The one name I never wanted to hear "Demon Ruby?"

"Yeah. So can you help?" There was a tiny glimmer of hope in Dean's voice; like Pandora's box. I didn't ever want to come face to face with Ruby again, but if it means helping someone, especially after last night, then it's worth it "Okay. I'll help"
Dean's face lit up like the night sky. It made me think that maybe there was something worth fighting for after all.