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"So what if it hurts me.
So what if I break down.
So what if this world will throw me off the edge.
My feet run out of ground.
I gotta find my place.
I gotta find my self…"
Happy- Leona Lewis.

I always knew I was a freak.
Growing up I had always been one. Even when dad tried to send me to a normal school; he always got phone calls from my teachers telling them that I was acting in a strange and unusual manner and could he please come and collect me.
I always saw the demons.
Just like I always saw the angels. But demons more.
How I used to teach my high-school Latin classmates exorcisms. They all thought I was a freak and, in the end, I thought I was too.

Uncle John, dad, pastor Jim and Caleb used to sit me around the table and tell me that I was unique, Beautiful and that no one would be able to harm me because they would always be around.
Then, one by one, they all disappeared. First it was Pastor Jim, he decided to move back to the church, continue hunting, but did it on holy ground. He died when a demon slit his throat.

Caleb gave me his number and said call whenever I'm in town or when I needed him. He died also when a demon slit his throat.
Then Uncle John. You always think that the men you depend on early in life will be there when you need them later in life. But he died from Yellow eyes.
And his boys, all I know was that they were hell bent on finding it. And they did.

Then they found me. They probably will never remember who I was.
Maybe it was because I changed so much from the innocent girl with the blonde hair they once knew.

They will probably never remember how Dean would beat up my school bullies.
Or how Sam took me to my junior prom. Told me how beautiful I looked and gave me my first kiss.
That was because back then, I was still innocent.
I could still look my father in the eye and tell him I'd never do drugs, I'll never go dark side.
I'll never use my powers to hurt the little sister I used to protect with my life.

But in the end, it was me who killed her.
And now she's back, and more then happy to drag me back downstairs with her.

There was a time in my life when I had the stupid idea that I would be normal and that I would find the man of my dreams.
But all I got was different, unusual….abnormal.
And quite frankly, I hate it.

"So you just happened to be able to wipe out your little sister by just looking at her?" Dean called out to me from the bathroom.
Castiel had left ages ago, about the time I killed Annabella; not sent her to hell, but actually killed her "I never meant to actually kill her Dean. It just…Happened" I bowed my head and let a stray tear fall.
Dean walked over to me and sat down on the edge of the bed "How does it happen?" He asked gently.

I gave a small shrug "When I let my emotions get the best of me. I sort of…black out. And apparently, my mind will do anything to eliminate the cause of those emotions. Even tap into my powers" I tried to explain. The look on Dean's face showed that he wasn't sure if he understood what I was on about.
Dean rested a hand on the small of my back "We'll fix it" He promised.
"We?" I asked with a bemused smirk.

Dean nodded "Yeah. Me and Cass"
"I don't deserve you guys"

"Yes you do" Dean replied.
I smiled and shook my head. Because I was right in the end. I deserve none of this.

Dean gave me a look which said everything. "I don't know what to do anymore Dean?" I said in a small voice.
"What'd you mean?" He edged closer to me.

I let out a long and tired breath. It's been an exhausting 24 hours "My powers are out of control. I killed my sister….Again…."
"And the voices?"
"Not as bad as before. They're still there though. They're whispers now"

My eyelids were slowly closing. So I decided to lie back on the hard motel bed. "Go to sleep"
"That's the plan" I mumbled with my eyes closed.