You are freaking out, but you still are thinking logically enough to know that you won't have enough time to call the Winchester's, and they won't have enough time to reach you. So you run as fast as you can into the living room, grab a metal lamp and throw it at the window. It shatters and you hear the outraged cry of the monster from the room just behind you. Without hesitating you clamber through the broken window, jump your fence and run for it.

Once you reach your car you jump in and speed away. You check yourself over. You have a few cuts from the glass, but you're otherwise okay. Breathing heavily you pull into the crowded town and find a parking space, then whip out your phone, the small white card and dial Sam's number.

"Hello?"

"Sam, you said to call you if anything strange happened. You won't BELIEVE what just happened." You say into the phone.

"Try us." Sam said.

"Where are you?" You ask.

"And he said that he had killed my family." You finish, taking the glass of water that they'd given you. You're shaking all over, and you are sure that they think you're insane and they'll call people with straightjackets or something, but to your surprise, they just nod.

"Demons." Dean leans back. "That answers what. Now, why?"

"Demons can't be real." You say shakily, even though you have just seen hard evidence that they are.

"Unfortunately they are." Sam said. "We hunt them."

"Then kill this one. The goddamn son of a bitch killed my little sister." You grip your glass tighter.

"We will." Dean said. "Killing demons is what we do best." He grins at you, but you are to shook up to return it. "But I wonder why it chose your family?"

"Because her mother, like ours, knew about demons." Sam said. Dean looks at him strangely.

"What?" You ask, bewildered.

"I've been investigating her. Leaving for weeks at a time, coming back with bruises, didn't settle down for thirty odd years. The trademarks of a hunter. She always seemed to be going to areas where there had been suspicious deaths or demon signs..."

"How do you know this?" You ask suspiciously.

"Don't even ask." Dean said, rolling his eyes. "So once he killed your mother, he felt like he needed to finish the job, kill the entire family. But he missed you." He points at you.

"At least... at least it wasn't dad." You say sadly. At least he didn't go insane and kill your sister. He was possessed. Dean sits next to you and starts speaking. He says something about his mother dieing when he was really little and that he knows how you're feeling, but instead of listening, you can't help but want to scream at him that he hasn't a clue what you're feeling. You really only want to smack him right now.

Then another thought creeps into your mind. You want revenge for your family. Badly. Maybe they could let you hunt the demon with them? Or, no. Maybe that's insane. Perhaps it's best to leave the job to them. They seem like they know what they're doing.

If you ask them anyways, go to Chapter Ten

If you decide you've had enough of the Supernatural world and only want to go back to University and start the healing process, leave on Chapter Eleven.