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A Froot-Loop's Supernatural Plan

By MarianasPhantom

Chapter 3: Explanations

Previously...

I stood in the dark. It was pitch black, nothing of which the human eye could see. It was dark. I heard breathing from behind me. I bit my tongue to stop me from screaming. I turned around to be met with the same pair of blood red eyes.

"Soon."

"What?"

"Soon my child, you will come to me and you will bring me my other gift."

"What?" I repeated myself.

"Soon my child, soon."

I felt a jolt down my back. It felt like my body was on fire, I went to grab the areas which were burning trying anything to relieve the burning sensation. I couldn't control it. It felt like I was being lit on fire with something eating myself from the inside out.

I woke up screaming.

I was gripping the sheets of the old bed. That nightmare... It was so real, tears stung my eyes; I never cried until my mother's death. We had hunted vampires, werewolves, ghosts and none of that had ever scared me, but what the hell was wrong with me? Was I just over sensitive? Shit, no, there is something terribly wrong. Actually, I don't know. Shit. Damn it. I can't think straight. I still feel like I am engulfed in the horrific dream, slowly withering away.

I was still breathing hard when Bobby and Dean came crashing through the door; great that means I'll need to explain myself in a round of 20 questions. I braced myself for the upcoming on slot.

"What the hell?" Dean said with his rough, scratchy voice, still lurking at the entrance of the bedroom. I remained silent for I couldn't respond, still stunned and unable to come up with any witty banter.

Bobby was the first to enter the room, examining every inch of the space checking for any other person or thing. After the elder hunter found no risk he approached me, crossing his arms firmly across his chest. Whereas Dean remained at the door with is irritated glare. "What's up? Bobby demanded.

I was scared to answer. I had no idea. "Well?" Bobby questioned again. I looked like a fish; I was opening and closing my mouth searching for words. "Uh…." I just sat there. Like an idiot. Bobby sighed.

"Well," Dean started. "Why the hell did you go all damsel in distress?"

"I don't know." I said plainly. "I just don't know." I spoke trailing off; I bit my lip.

"Katrina, do you want to come down and we can talk about this?" Bobby spoke with sincerity, something Dean lacked.

I glanced at the man who stood by my mother's side through thick and thin, the man who had always been there for her whenever she needed guidance, the man who took me under his wing. But I didn't have the heart to tell him everything. I slowly shook my head in refusal.

"Katri-" Bobby started.

"No, stop." I pull my full attention to the hunter. "I'll figure it out; I'm just kind of…. Lost right now." I closed my eyes and my hair fell on my face. I turned away from Bobby and my head fell. I could hear Bobby step forward, but quickly step back in retreat to Dean.

I could hear their muffled whispers. They really needed to work on the quiet part of whispers. I could make out snippets.

"-Was different before now." Dean said.

"- child just lost her mother." Bobby said.

There was silence, until Sam finally made his way into the conversation. He spoke way too clearly for his own good.

"You think that has something to do with it?" Sam said.

You got it, right on the spot.

-Line Break-

It was about 8 in the morning when I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen to where the three hunters were. My long black hair thick to my eyes, and my tank loose to my body, I coughed. The three men turned to my direction, and I pathetically smiled. "Hi." I rubbed the tired from my eyes.

"What happened last night?" Dean shot at me.

I glared at the blond man. "We've gone over this."

"It's not like we got anything out of it."

"You got I don't know out of it."

"Yes because that's greatly resourceful."

"Well, before you-" Bobby cut me off.

"Will you two idjits shut up?"

I rested upon the door frame and glanced apologetically at Bobby. Even though Dean was a pain in the ass, he went silent. He obviously respected the man. I crossed my arms. "Is this a good time to discuss everything? Like, everything?"

"As good as any, Kat." Bobby said with a hint of a smile.

"Alright, but before I say anything, those two need to talk." I pointed to Sam and Dean who were still not completely introduced to me. "How'd you get into the business? Why were you here at ridiculous hours? Why do you even bother with me?"

They seemed surprised by my sudden outburst. I just stared. They eventually began to speak. "For beginning in the business, we were just like you, raised into it. My brother more than me, my dad and Dean tried their best to raise me normally." Sam began. "As for ridiculous hours, we fall in and out at random times, usually after jobs, or if we just don't want to deal with motels or sometimes just checking in here on Singer."

"And as for why we even bother is because you seem to be important to Bobby, we might as well try." Dean said.

"Gee thanks." I feel the love, I don't say.

"Now for your part of this deal," Dean sat forward on his seat, resting his elbows on his knees.

"Right, well I've known Bobby since I was way smaller and when my mother kind of just…." I trailed off. It was still much too raw in my brain. "Anyways, I didn't know what to do. So, I called Bobby."

"And that's how you got here?" Sam responded.

I nodded, and also caught a look from Bobby.

"What?" I questioned.

"You're forgetting something, Katrina." Bobby stated.

"Do I have to?"

"You did say everything buddy."

Sam and Dean shared confused glimpses than focused back on me.

"Fine," I stepped forward. "Before I do anything though, don't go and flip shit."

"Why would we-"

I flashed my eyes black.

The men jump up, with the exception of Bobby.

I bring my eyes back to normal. "I told you not to freak out!" I rub my forehead.

"What the hell." Dean stood up, clearly under confusion.

"Well, if you calm down-"

"I will not calm down, Bobby are you telling me this girl is possessed and you're not doing anything about it?"

"I am not possessed you dumb ass." I glare at the blond hunter. "If you would just be quiet, maybe you'd actually realized I can explain." I hold my hips in mock.

Dean walks up to me and uses his height to his advantage. "And why should I?"

"Because I'll pin you to a wall until you do." I look up to him.

Bobby stands up. "Will you two just shut up!" Bobby then proceeded to cuss under his breath. "Dean, let her explain herself."

A couple years earlier….

"Kat! Please calm down!" My mother begged.

"Then what the hell is wrong with me!?" I demanded.

"Nothing is wrong! Damnit. Just calm down and I'll explain."

I calm down so no further windows shatter. All I wanted was to know what was so off about me, and this was the moment where I would find out.

"Honey, I remember it as bits and pieces, but I'll try." My mother was tearing up, wiping the tears away. "All I really remember was these piercing yellow eyes and next thing you know I have no memory of what happened other than you came into my life like any other birth." She took sudden, choppy breaths. "I noticed things different about you. Then eventually it all made sense."

I was so confused. I was so scared. "What?"

"You have the attributes of a demon."

"What?"

My mother was completely in tears now; I didn't know what to do. So I hugged her, in all hopes of making everything better.

Author's Note: Please don't hate me! This was supposed to be a better rewrite of my original Supernatural story. So yes, this is my way, hate it, don't read it.

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