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Chapter 1

   What a wonderful fucking day.

   I had just finished re-watching season 10 of Supernatural and was a complete mess. Two now empty ice-cream cartons were on the floor, my hair was a complete mess due to me scratching my scalp furiously when the scenes got stressful. "Welp, another season done," I said to myself, my voice cracking as I smiled through my tears as if my favorite character hadn't just died. "Time for a snack break!"

   I got up from the couch, letting my blanket fall to the ground. As I entered the kitchen, I took a glance at the clock. "4 am?!" I exclaimed. "Thank god for winter break!" I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. "Shit." I muttered.

   "Go the hell to sleep!" My mum yelled. "That show is having mental effects on you! It can't be good for your health!"

   I headed up the stairs after my mum, changed into my SPN pajamas and laid down in bed. I laid there for an hour. I finally drifted off around 5 am.

   I woke up as I heard a noise coming from downstairs. I glanced over at my bedside clock. 5:18 am. "For fuck's sake." I muttered. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I assume it was my mum until I noticed something. There were multiple sets of footsteps. I grabbed my knife that I sleep with and my phone and hid in my closet.

   I heard my bedroom door swing open and multiple people enter. I could barely breathe. I heard a voice say, "She's not here boss." Fuck. Were they talking about me? What the hell would anyone want with me?

   "Well she must be here somewhere, we have the doors guarded. Find her." I could hear them opening my cupboards and slightly opened the door to peek out. Oh my god. Some of them have black eyes. There were about five of them. I think I could make it to the door.

   I threw open the door and sprinted as fast as I could and somehow made it out of my bedroom. Now for the hard part. I grabbed a flask of holy water I have on a bookshelf and unscrewed the cap. I ran to the front door and splashed it on the two guards and opened the door as they recoiled in pain.

   I ran through the snow and to the mall, (which was only a fifteen-minute walk away) I don't know any hunters. The safest I would be is around other people who know about Supernatural.

   I entered the mall quickly, I ran down the corridors which I had memorized. I saw Hot Topic in the distance and ran faster. I was almost there! Suddenly, I ran into a man who grabbed my shoulders tightly. "Now now, we can't have you alerting the wanna-be hunters can we?" I looked around, we were no longer in the mall. One of the demons placed a rag over the lower half of my face and held it there. Soon everything faded into black.

   I woke up tied to a chair. "Shit," I thought. The demon who has taken me from the mall walked in. He flipped an angel blade on his fingertips like it was a baton. He crouched down to look me in the eyes.

   "Here's how this is gonna go," he said with a smirk. "You're gonna tell me everything you know about the Winchesters and maybe I will kill you quickly." I started tearing up.

   "Never, you huge fucking asshole." He snarled and stabbed me in my shoulder before walking into the other room to talk to someone.

   "Well shit." I thought. "Wait. If the Winchesters are real maybe Castiel is real. Welp, I got nothing to lose." I thought before I closed my eyes. "Hey, Cas? I'm kinda being tortured by demons for information about the Winchesters. If you could help that'd be stellar." The demon came back into the room and smirked. I squirmed in my chair as he walked up to me.

   He dragged the blade across my stomach and I yelped. "So, where are the Winchesters?" He asked.

   "Go back to hell you dick," I muttered right before he punched me square in the face. "Heh, you must be really fucking desperate to be kidnapping fucking 12-year-olds who've never even met the Winchesters." I chuckled. "Cas, please hurry."

   The demon punched me in the face a couple more times, my nose was definitely broken at this point. He went to take another swing when I saw the tip of a blade stick out of his chest before he was pushed to the side. I looked up and saw Castiel standing there with a bloody angel blade in his hand. He quickly cut the ropes that bound my hands and feet. I thanked him as he helped me up. I saw my phone and knife sitting on a counter across the room and grabbed them. Cas was looking around the house a bit for something as I opened the door to leave. Someone was standing there. "Hey, kid." He said as his eyes turned black.

   I slammed the door in his face and ran to find Cas. I entered the room Cas was in as the door literally flew off its hinges. Castiel looked up and gripped his angel blade. He grabbed my shoulder and with a flap of wings, we were in front of my house. Castiel narrowed his eyes and started walking into my house. As I followed him I could smell sulfur. Not fucking surprising.

   We walked into the living room and I gasped and started to tear up as I saw my mother with a slit throat. Cas quickly covered my eyes and hurried me upstairs. He told me to pack a bag with anything I deemed necessary. I packed my headphones, my phone charger, my colored pencils, my sketch pad, my stuffed moose, my plaid shirts, my SPN shirts and PJs, and like two pairs of pants. I zipped up my bag and walked out the door.