I followed the officer in his car to the station. I ran alongside as I always do, keeping up with ease. We finally arrived at the station. This went on for many days, going back and forth, from crime scene to crime scene; trying to find a clue that pointed to something out of the ordinary. And sure enough I found the strangest and scariest clue that spelled trouble. Demons. They're a thorn in my side that's for sure! I stumbled upon officer Rick talking to his boss…in an alley.

"Is it going as planned?" the boss questioned in his deep, inhuman voice. His eyes were a solid black, like pools of nothingness and evil lurked inside. This thing is dangerous. This is the thing that changed my life forever. I hate them. I hate them all!

"No time to sulk now," I thought to myself. I listened attentively to every word. The words Winchesters, hellhound, and skinwalker caught my interest. They were planning something, something big. I narrowed my eyes in disgust. Demons should never have been created! They only exist to bring pain and suffering. I ran back as quickly as I could to the warehouse. Just as I had gotten settled and climbed up to the rafters, a loud crash followed by heavy breathes startled me.

I narrowed my eyes in anger. Who could have found me? Demons?

"Son of a Bitch!" exclaimed a familiar voice. Ken? My expression of anger turned to one of interest. "You okay Sam?" Ken questioned. Did Ken have a new partner with him?

"Yeah, Dean I'm okay." Sam said out of breath. Dean? Ken isn't….Ken? I looked over the rafter to observe them. I watched cautiously. Maybe I should make my move. Before I knew it I was belting out the words in a loud, cautious tone.

"Who are you?!"

They looked up startled, guns in hand, ready to fight.

"Show yourself!" Dean yelled.

"You're in MY territory! I'll ask the questions." I growled. "What are you doing here?"

"We got chased by a hellhound." Sam said in a cooperative tone.

"Get out." I said coldly.

"Fine," Dean said in a sassy tone. "We'll leave." They looked around wondering how they would get out, considering that there was a blood thirsty hellhound outside of the entrance.

"Back door," I remarked bitterly. You can't trust them. Shut up. They'll kill you! Shut up. You don't belong. Shut up. You're a freak. Shut up. Unnatural! Shut up!

They quickly ran out and disappeared in the cool, black night. Natalie, you're such an idiot! Do you know how dangerous that was!? They could have shot you! You should leave them alone for a while and don't do anything that stupid again.

I let them be for about a week then my boredom got the best of me. I ran during the night to their motel at the usual time they were supposed to be back. The lights were turned off and their car was gone. Damn it. I followed my instinct to a warehouse just on the outskirts of town. A dim light shone through too show that someone or something was in there. I stalked up to the old, dirty window. The sight I was greeted by outraged me.

Dean and Sam were tied up to chairs back to back. They were both covered in blood. Blood was gushing from Dean's nose, and Sam was knocked out cold with a bleeding cut on his head. Demons were surrounding them, laughing. I have to save them.

I yelled with anger and ran ferociously towards the window with rage in my emerald green eyes. Before I knew it, I was smashing through glass. But it wasn't me that smashed through glass; it was a big brown wolf. Too large to be a normal wolf. Glass shards pierced my face, but I was too enraged to notice. The moment seemed frozen in time. Running on blood and instinct, I immediately started killing demons. I tore out their throats and bit off their heads with pure rage, too fast they couldn't get their hands on me. I noticed something odd as they were dying. They stayed dead. Usually when someone kills a demon without any holy or demon proof weapons, the demons usually escape if their vessel is dead. Sadly, I didn't get to kill every demon in the room. Some of them came out of their living vessels before I could reach them.

The next thing I know I'm standing among fifty bodies, blood dripping from my jaws. Dean is staring at me. He somehow got out of the ropes and has a knife in his hand with strange markings on it. He wants to kill me. I look at the knife and look at him in his eyes, with a cautious but reassuring stare. He grabs Sam and picks up the half unconscious man, not taking his eyes off of me. I look at his partner with a gentle look of "You should get him to the hospital." Dean stares back with a look of curiosity and cautiousness. I look into his eyes once more and cantered out of the building through the broken window. I gave one last look back at the two men before I disappeared into the night.

I ran to my house as fast as my legs could carry me. As soon as I got home I climbed up into the loft and ran straight for the mirror and medical supplies. I patched up a bloody cut on my nose and cheek. I looked in the mirror and saw my face. The face that has seen nearly everything in six years. When I was eight-no I can't talk about it. It brings too much pain.

I jumped into my bed wondering what tomorrow would bring. C'mon Natalie you need sleep for tomorrow's adventure. The next thing I remember is being greeted by sunlight shining in my eyes. I jumped up immediately and changed my blood stained clothes into something more casual. After all, it's time to make my appearance in public. I need to get closer to them and I can't do that without being a human. I walked on the side of the road on my own two feet until I got to their motel.

"Hello, my name is Olivia." Olivia? Stupid! It'll have to do for now. "I was wondering where those two men went that are staying in room 13?"

"Ah yes miss, they went to check out a crime scene?"

"Yes. Thank you," I smiled innocently and walked away. I walked about five miles until an old, red pickup truck stopped beside me. The truck carried two countrymen. Trouble.

"What are you doing alone out here pretty lady?" the driver said, a man wearing a red baseball cap and chewing tobacco.

"None of your business," I answered bitterly, while I continued to walk down the road.

"Oh someone's feisty!" The man chewing on a toothpick beside him remarked. The man beside him smirked. They were thinking the same thing. A game of cat and mouse. Sure I'll play. I continued walking until they drove in front of my path. The two men got out of the car and stood in front of me.

"Come on, don't be like that," The red capped man said with a smirk. They both approached me, arms outstretched ready to kidnap me, or even worse. He reached to grab my arm and as he was doing so, I grabbed his and twisted it behind his back. "AH, YOU BITCH!" he yelled. His accomplice started to grab a pistol out of his pants, considering he didn't have a holster, to save his friend. I turned the screaming man I was hurting, and pushed him into his accomplice, knocking them down.

"Get out of here assholes! NOW!" I yelled in anger. The two fear stricken men jumped into their car and drove off faster than any man I'd ever seen. I still continued to walk, without any distractions, to my destination.

At last I finally arrived to the crime scene. I casually walked up to the vending machine to get a snack.