'What the helljust happened?' Paige was wondering around, just thinking to herself. She still couldn't figure out where all that fire had come from. After a while, though Paige decided to go back to the motel. Sam and Dean were probably very worried about her.

When Paige got to the door of the room she realized just how nervous she really was.

'Just do it.' Paige built up her courage and quickly knocked. The door instantly opened up and Dean was in her face.

"Hey, Dean." She said nervously.

"Hey Dean?" He couldn't believe that she really just said that. "You run off and all you have to say is 'Hey, Dean'?"

Paige slipped past him into the room. She saw Sam was standing too, by the TV. "Um…Hi Dean." She tried.

Paige was hoping that maybe they would decide to forget this whole thing. Guess not.

"Paige, this is not the time to be cute."

As Dean was talking Paige grabbed her stuff to take a shower.

"Where are you going? Dean yelled.

"To take a shower." Paige slammed the door in their faces.

"Well that went well." Sam mumbled.

"Yeah, well…" Dean said back.

"Dean there's something I didn't tell you." Sam said nervously.

"God. What now?" Dean focused on Sam.

"Back at the park something happened." Sam searched for the right words. "Fire started to appear."

That took Dean off guard. "What?"

"I mean everything was normal and then all of a sudden there was fire."

Dean thought about what Sam was saying. "Do you think you have a new ability?"

"No, uh, actually I think it was Paige."

"Paige!" Dean wasn't so sure he had heard Sam right.

"Yeah, Paige. Also when she was sad it was raining."

"So, what's your point?"

"My point is it was raining over us, nowhere else."

Dean thought for a moment. He couldn't recall it raining

"Do you think she's special, like you?"

"I don't know, man."

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"Breathe." Paige told herself.

She had to figure this out. All Paige could remember was when the fire appeared part of her anger lessened. Like a weight on her shoulders was lifted. It was weird. She was dreading getting out of shower, god only knowing what would happen next.

Paige wrapped a towel around herself and got out. She wiped away the steam on the mirror and grabbed her lotion, she began to apply it to herself. After she got dressed Paige grabbed the make up she had stolen from Sarah's locker at school and put some on. She may not be normal girl anymore but she'd be dammed before she didn't wear make up anymore. Oh god, there was nothing left for her to do.

"Breathe." She told herself, again. She slowly turned the knob and opened the door. She was ready to told herself.

"So what are we hunting, again?" she heard Dean ask. Paige walked to the bed Sam was on and sat at the edge.

"A Befla. They're from Italy. And they're real big on the truth. Lie to one and you die."

"So how do we spot a befla?"

"You don't. Not until they attack at least They look like any other human, but when they attack they go the whole nine yards. Teeth, claws, everything. Real vicious. Oh, and when they do attack they become real blood thirsty. But they can't attack till you like to them. And, if they don't feed at least once over 20 years they die."

"Great." Dean said sarcastically. "So how do you kill it?"

"Simple really. Silver bullet to the heart."

"They actually have a heart." Paige mumbled. "So are you guys gonna kill it tomorrow?" she asked.

"Probably not. We still have to figure out who it is." Dean replied.

"Dean, what did the sister say?" Sam asked.

"Cindy Baker you mean? Not much just the normal stuff, ya know. Karen was happy, yada, yada, yada…"

Sam laughed.

"I'm hungry." Paige declared.

"Your foods on the table." Sam said.

Paige noticed how he wouldn't make eye contact with her. They got her a big mac and a coke. Paige brought the food back to the bed. She looked to the clock and saw that it was 7 o'clock. She quickly swallowed her food and threw out her trash. Paige climbed into bed.

"You're going to bed already?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, I'm tired." She said simply. Paige wasn't really all that tired but she was dying not to think anymore. She was sick of thinking. Within 5 minutes Paige was asleep.

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Oh no! She was having the dream again. Over and over and fuckin over she saw her brother die and never could she save. Paige was on the ground begging her brother to wake up. His skin was rough, red, and black. It made her sick just to touch him. His eyes were lifeless and cold, but mostly cold.

Then suddenly they came back to life, but they were more colder than ever.

"You!" he hissed accusingly.

Paige jumped back. Her brother slowly stood up.

"You! Left me to die!" he hissed again.

"No. No Max, I didn't." Paige sobbed. She pushed herself up against a wall as he came closer.

The room smelled like burnt toast, no worse, burnt flesh. Everything was black, so fuckin black.

"Yes!" He yelled. "You! Left me!" he shoved Paige against the wall and wrapped his hands around her neck. Paige was crying even harder. "Your own brother!" He yelled. He violently shook her as his hands wrapped tighter around her neck. Her head hit the wall harder again and again.

"Max!" She gasped.

"No!" He yelled.

"I-I-sor-s-ry." She tried to say she was sorry but she couldn't breathe.

"Sorry! You little bitch. I'm dead cause of you."

Again, he violently shook her. Paige's mouth and lungs filled with smoke. Her nostrils flared as they too were full of smoke. She began to choke even more. Air! She needed air! Now!

"You! I hate you!" he shook her again.

Paige's eyes snapped open as Sam urgently shook her to wake up. Sam had woken to her violently shaking and crying. She looked to him as if couldn't breathe. Paige sat up in a flash. She looked around and finally remembered where she was. Slowly she laid back down and continued crying. Sam put his arm around her and pulled her close to him. He was officially worried about her. Paige held on to him tightly and cried in to his shirt.

"He hates me." She gasped out in between tears.

"Shh-Shh." Sam said soothing her. "It's okay. I've got ya. Your safe."

"He hates me." She repeated quietly. Paige kept on crying in to Sam's shirt. He slowly ran his hand over her hair to calm her down.

"Shh…" he whispered.

Paige began to calm down, but there was no way she was letting go of Sam. Never.

Once she was calm Paige spoke. "Sam?"

"hmm…?" he mumbled.

"I'm sorry." She whispered.

"Paige, it's okay." He knew instantly what she was talking about.

"No. I'm sorry it wasn't because of you."

"Paige, he didn't die because of you either." Sam said sternly.

Paige didn't reply, she just held on to Sam tighter and every once in a while, over the next ten minutes, she let a cry. She and Sam both fell asleep like that.