Here is the next chaper sorry it has been so long...been super busy...I hope with the start of summer vacation I will be able to write more...Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize from Supernatural. Hope you enjoy! Plz review I love them...they make me feel warm and fuzzy lol... ~kt

Two teenagers sat in a sixties or seventies style bedroom. One girl had blonde curly hair and the other a fiery red. The blonde got up from the bed and put on an album. Hey Jude started to play. The girls were singing along and dancing around the room. They looked so happy, so carefree. When the song ended, they collapsed on the bed.

"I love that song," the blonde stated.

"Me too," agreed the redhead, "So how are your parents?"

"Off hunting as usual."

"Yeah mine too. No matter how many times I ask they still won't take me on a real hunt."

"Mine either. When I grow up though, I just want to live a normal life. How about you Mags?"

"Well, I would like it, but I don't think I can escape from hunting. My mom tried and she's still in it after twenty years. I don't think you can ever be normal and live in a house with a white picket fence once you've started hunting."

I had been trying to get the vision out of my head since I had it. I knew the redhead was my mother. Her name was Margaret and was often called Mags by my dad. The blonde though, I don't know who she was. It must have been a friend or something.

I took the pie out of the oven and cooked dinner for everyone. Bobby protested saying that I should rest, but I ignored him. The boys and Bobby were ecstatic to eat something homemade. I'm pretty sure that Dean ate two thirds of the pie after dinner and I'm almost positive that it will all be gone by the time I wake up tomorrow.

I was lying in bed in hopes that sleep would submerse me into a dream world where there were no demons and Sols and angels. As usual sleep came and went with the nightmarish dreams I had been having. They sucked!

I took the picture that John had taken of me, my brother, and my parents at Hunter's Leap. It was called that because it was a cliff that was next to the ocean and if hunters had enough of the hunting, they would go there and take their last swan dive. Sometimes it was used for pyres for hunters that died in the line of duty. I had been there quite a few times, though I could bring myself to jump. I stood there for hours on end, looking down into the ocean's mouth below. Thinking, how bad could it be? It could only hurt for a sec, right? I would end up walking back to my old family home lock myself in my old room for days at a time. This was after Bobby kicked me out, that fall I reenrolled at Kansas State and four years later graduated college. When I went back Alec was there too. We had been best friends in high school and I lost touch with him that summer. I was still using the demon blood, but I was able to control my irritability a little better. As soon as I graduated, I went out on the hunt of my lifetime. I was finally going to bring Azazel down. Unfortunately, Ruby was all part f the plan to bring me right to him so he could see what I had become. I ended up killing Ruby, or so I thought, and Azazel sent me to hell. I was there for what seemed like forever. Continually tortured and healed. I would have done almost anything to get out of there. Anna, an angel, pulled me out of hell. I thought she was good until I had to be a vessel. I rode around being in the passenger seat in my body. I saw everything that the angel did. They were no better than the demons. I don't know how I got out, but I did and I stopped hunting, everything. I called Alec to come pick me up in the middle of nowhere when I finally was free. He did. He didn't ask me any questions and yet I told him everything, EVERYTHING. I told him everything that I had done from the time I was born to that very minute. He was shocked, but he told me that he knew I was special. That was Alec, my best friend. I lived with him, in his apartment. I went to night school to become a nurse, and became a nurse in the hospital down the street from our apartment. We would pick out cute guys at the local coffee shop and bet on if they were gay or straight. He would always win. I was living a normal life. Well, sorta, only if you count living with your gay best friend normal. Everything seemed the way it should be. The way it would always be. Or so I thought. A year or two after I moved in with him everything changed. It was November. I remember it being unusually warm for the month. I worked the night shift at the hospital and I thought I saw my brother in the hallway that freaked me out. I went home that night and laid down on the couch to put my feet up for a few minutes before I took a shower to get ready for bed. I looked up and there he was on the ceiling. I screamed and he burst into flames. I knew there was nothing I could do. I grabbed most of my belongings that I had and hitch-hiked to the Roadhouse. I stayed there until Bobby called me to come to his house ASAP. Jo was like a sister to me and Ellen, a mom.

Thinking about everything made me tired and I finally was able to sleep more than three hours.