This novel follows the adventures of the two Winchester brothers through the world, in a quest to save it. While on their travels, the brave beast hunters find a unknown beautiful and mysterious girl.
Who is she? What is she? What will Sam and Dean...
"She knew every supernatural creature? Even when they are in a human's body?"
I image Dean's face, while he's saying this- enraged.
"And I find out now?!" I listened to his loud voice as I stared out the window. The brothers were talking about the siren and me. Basically, the events, which Dean missed.
"Well, these things happen when you're not around." Sam said, honestly.
"Boys." They didn't pay any attention to me. My voice was too soft.
"This won't happen again. I'm going after the freak." The younger brother tried to stop the older one, but failed. I watched as Dean bumped into the siren as he walked to the drivers seat of his car.
They touched! She's gonna kill him! This evilbeing is did it on purpose!
"No!" I screamed, getting out. "Dean! She's the siren!" I yelled, while he talked with her. She knew she was in danger and ran away. Dean went after her. I tried to follow, but Sam stopped me. "Sam, what are you doing? We must help him!" I turned to look at him, but it wasn't Sam. It was the demon follower.
Before he could harm me, Sam shot him in the heart. Surely, it was with salt, because the demon was destroyed and the human man-dead.
I looked at Sam with sorrow.
This man shouldn't have been killed. He was innocent.
When I looked at the younger Winchester, he was at first angry, then felt sorry. Sam was different from his brother, I reassured myself.
"You're okay?" He broke the silence.
I looked to the side and saw Dean coming towards us discouraged. "I.."
I wasn't okay. I thought that I was strong, that I could deal with all sorts of scenes, but I was wrong.
I looked at the dead man on the ground. His blood spreading.
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"What's wrong?" Dean said as came towards me, Sam following him.
"I'm sorry." I said and went inside the motel. I locked myself in the bathroom.
What have I thought?! That I could get used of killing people who did nothing? No... I can't! I'm not that type of creature. I'm created for something good. Looking at how people die is not right! It's terrible! The unicorn inside me wanted to run and never come back, but the woman inside is screaming for justice. She doesn't care if there was something good in the bad person-if they did something wrong, he or she has to be punished. One way or another. Day by day, the painful grief from the unicorn in my soul is diminishing. It never will be gone and won't be strong as before. The unicorn is filled with sorrow and anguish, with wisdom and peace. These unicorn characteristics, however, clash with the woman's - she is feeling happiness, slight perplexity and disturbance. All my feelings are now mixed, since my turning.
