Chapter Three-
"Well," Abelia started, "About twenty-one years ago, John came into town. He had been contacted by my uncle about some evil spirit in his sister's house. That was my mom. The ghost killed my uncle before John could stop it, and I guess he and my mom slept together.
"Then John left. They didn't think about it again. Until a couple of weeks later when my mom found out she was pregnant. She couldn't get a hold of John, so she resorted to just raising me herself. She didn't want me around hunters anyway, and I doubt she knew about the two of you. So I was born, and she raised me, like any one kid.
"I mean, she was quirky. She had learned a few basic tips about hunting. When I was little, she would rub salt in my carpets if I had nightmares. I didn't really think about it, I thought all parents put devil's trap under the carpet. Then, when I was six, demons broke into our house. They were looking for John. I guess he had passed through town. But they possessed my mom, looking for information. She had pressed herself up against my door. When they got out of her, they killed her. She tapped on my door, signaling me to be quiet, and she just told me she loved me, and that she was sorry. She died like that, pressed up against my door. The cops got there too late. I couldn't get out of my room. They would even let me see her.
"When they read my mom's will, they found John's numbers. They called and called, but he never showed. So they put me in foster care. My whole family was dead. No one listened to me when I said the black eyed people killed my mother. People even thought that I had killed my… they thought I killed my mom!"
Abelia's eyes started watering.
"They killed my mom… Oh my God, I almost died. Demons almost killed me."
She started shivering uncontrollably.
"The rooms spinning, oh God…"
Suddenly she puked onto the concrete ground.
"Hey, hey," Dean said comfortingly, putting his arm around her. "It's okay, you're gonna be fine, you're safe. We're here now, we gotcha. Everything's gonna be okay."