It has been months since the incident and I have gotten more or less used to the lifestyle of the Winchesters. We wake up, get coffee, and see if there are any jobs going around. If there is, we solve it. If there isn't, we stay if we like the town or go if we don't.

For the first couple of months, my recurring nightmares have dominated my dreams. I was filled with grief, sadness and homesickness. The Winchesters helped me through some rougher patches when all I could do was sit and worry about my father. They told me that sitting around will not help him, and that the only way to help is to train up to defend myself.

So that's what I did. I trained and I practiced. When there was a case, I would get into it head first. Sam and Dean are amazing teachers. With their coaching, I learned to fend off larger men and even slightly weaker vampires. Also, I turn out to have quite an accurate aim that only got better in time.

In these eight months or so, I have learned a lot about my two guardians as well. Both of them share some traits. For example, the two of them would risk their lives to save innocent people from supernatural killers. They both were also big on family. They would go to hell and back for each other, literally. They have very little in this world but the people they love and care about and they would do anything to protect them.

They do have differences and those differences are what make them a perfect duo. Dean is all gusto and very flirty. He does have a bit of a habit to underestimate every other being he sees. He probably worships a woman's body more than her in general. But under his rather chauvinistic surface, there is a lot more. He gives respect to anyone who earns it and to have his respect is an amazing honour I secretly wish to someday get. Aside from his harsh behaviour, he does have a big heart though he doesn't admit it. His heart is what leads his way, through thick and thin. In other words, he is righteous and has faith as strong as a puppy to its owner. I can see in his eyes that the world has taken advantage of this and it has hurt him many times.

Sam on the other hand, uses his head. He and Dean get into a lot of fights because of this and I would have to break them up and reason out everything for them. Sam will think first and do research before making any decisions. Dean makes fun of him for his love of researching. Though thinking is good, Sam does tend to forget how to follow instincts and questions a lot. He is more open than Dean when it comes to showing affection, though. He is softer, gentler, and according to Dean, rather sappy.

As for me, I have my own gifts, of course. I can lie without batting an eyelid and am sometimes too sneaky for my own good. I have gotten us out of some sticky spots by lying and glazing past the right words. I admit that I am a bit more reckless when it comes to investigating and fighting, preferring to get into the thick of the fight. More often than not, I follow Dean into the lair of whatever we're fighting while Sam stays back and cover us. You can say I am closer to Dean than I am to Sam but I think the bonds are equally strong.

We have grown quite close and I regard them as my elder brothers. We argue, we joke, and we fight ghosts. I have come to get used to having two rather protective men watching my back all the time. Though I do not grieve so much now for my past life, I still carry a small faith in me that my father is alive and well. The hunting has taken my mind off the curse that I was born with and all that it has done for me so far.

Right now, it's a bit of a down time for us and we just hang around for a while in town. This town we're in is nice and quiet, full of people coming in and out but hardly ever staying for long. The boys and I are getting a few things from a mini market. The shop is small and empty save for the shop keeper who is a small, sweet little old lady.

I walk down every aisle, dropping a few things into the basket hanging off the crook of my elbow. When I reach the back of the shop where the toiletries are, I become aware of two rather suspicious looking men inching towards me. Neither of them looks threatening. No tattoos or ripped sleeves but a certain air about them made my hair stand up.

Trying my best to look unsuspecting, I drift slowly towards where Dean and Sam were getting beers from the fridge. The two men follow me and get closer with each turn I make. I feel relief when I lose them but I should know better. I find the boys and walk briskly to them, feeling a bit cautious now. I don't make it to them. I am caught from behind and have my arms clamped to my sides and a hand over my mouth.

Wrestling with my captor, I bite the hand on my mouth and kick the man's groin until he swears loud enough to get Sam's attention as Dean's back is facing me. Seeing that they've been discovered, the two men take off, the one I hadn't kicked flinging me over his shoulder. The last thing I see as I writhe around on my captor's shoulder is Dean and Sam running out of the shop to catch up with us.

My captors are not human, at least, not on the inside. I realize this when I see their eyes go all black when they turn to see if Sam and Dean are chasing. I, obviously, fight as much as I could before they knock me out with a hard blow behind the head. All goes black.

I wake up in a dark, cold place, there is only one light in the room and it's shining down on me like a spotlight. I try and get up but my arms are tied to my sides and I am bound to the straight back chair they put me in. My legs are tied with the same rope that wraps my body and arms. My hands are put behind me and my wrists and ankles are chained to the ground.

I hear footsteps echo about the walls that I cannot see. From the shadows, a man appears. He is slightly round, with some facial hair and something sinister in his smile. He chuckles and the sound sends a chill down my spine.

"Hello, darling."