The front door slammed shut, and I heard my mother yell for me. I was currently sitting on my bed reading. I yelled back, "I'm up here!" I looked at the clock and it red 8:00 PM.

"Okay, just making sure!" She yelled back. "I'm going to make some homemade spaghetti is that okay?"

"Mom, that's more than okay!" I loved spaghetti, it was my favorite food. Especially when it was homemade.

Pots and pans banged against each other and I knew my mom started cooking downstairs. The sounds of chopping and sizzling of certain spices and vegetables made me super hungry.

I put down my books and started walking downstairs. I tripped over my sweatpants, the feeling of falling making my heart race, but I thanked the heavens as I caught myself.

The smell intensified and made my stomach growl all the more.

"Mom," I whined, "When is it going to be ready?"

Her back was to me. She was stirring the cooking noodles, but she didn't respond.

"Mom?" I asked, now unsure.

Abruptly she fell, hitting her head against the side of the pot. The boiling noodle water fell on top of her. She didn't do anything. Didn't make a sound, didn't even writhe in pain. I wanted to cry for her.

"Mom!" I screamed, and scrambled over to her.

Her eyes wouldn't open. I checked her pulse, and she was breathing, so that was okay. "Mom, you better be all right," I whispered.

I ran over to the sink and filled up a large cup with cool water, and poured it over the place where her skin was burning. There were several blisters on her arms, where most of the water got on. I gently peeled off all of the long noodles, then peeled off her shirt, not wanting it to get worse.

I decided the cup of water wasn't enough. Despite the pain my body was already in, I pulled her up over my shoulder and began to carry her body to the shower.

At barely five feet, I didn't usually have too much of a problem carrying her. But my legs and stomach were bruised. I limped to the bathroom, and as grntly as I could, Set her body in the shower.

I grabbed the shower head and turned on the cold water. It fell on her skin, and I could almost see the steam rising from the difference in temperatures. I began to pray to whatever there was that she would be okay.

Just as I decided to get the phone to call 911, her head snapped to mine, making me jump.

She opened her eyes as quick as lightning and they were the same black as Mr. Lawrence's eyes were. The thing inside my mother pushed me, but I didn't just fall to the side. The thing gave my mother strength like I had never seen before, on anyone. I flew across the room and since the door was wide open, my back hit the family picture in the hall that we took when I was fifteen.

It shattered across the floor and I landed on top on the shards, causing me to lose my breath. The whole right side of my body was painted in blood. My blood.

"You have been such a liar, little girl," mom- the thing said.

"I - I don't know what you're talking about, honestly!" I managed to gasp out.

"I know you know where the Winchesters are. I saw them earlier today. You will tell me WHERE THEY ARE!"

My mother picked my whole body up with one hand. It screamed and with a flick of the wrist, I was thrown into the living room, hitting the window this time. Vaguely, I heard the sound of car doors slamming, but mostly all I heard was the sound of ringing in my ears. I could see black spots in my vision; I must have hit my head when I flew like a bird. Ny mother's body came closer to me before I blacked out.

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What a crazy dream, I thought. My brain was fuzzy so I didn't remember much of it, but the things that I did remember were some of the strangest I had had. I was wrapped in blankets and I was so warm.

My eyes refused to open for a long time. But when I was able to, I realized I didn't want to anymore.

I heard the door to my bedroom opened and someone walked toward my bed. I felt mom's gaze on my face. I could almost see the smile she wore because of my presence. It didn't matter that she had seen me almost every day for 11 years. She loved me and felt so grateful for me. She felt the same to my father; he still gave her butterflies.

"Jules, you need to get up now."

Wait a minute.

That's not my mother.

I jolted awake, and sat up too quickly. My head collided with something hard. Pain exploded behind my eyes and I scrunched my eyebrows, groaning. It took me a minute before realizing someone else made the same sounds as I.

I looked up quickly. "Sam?" I asked, surprised... So it wasn't a dream.

He looked at me strangely, his hand on his forehead. "Yes, it's Sam... Are you okay? Feeling any pain?"

"Well other than my head," I started, but gasped. My stomach let out a sharp pang and I hunched over. "Actually, maybe I could go for some food."

"Okay, let's go eat. What do you want?"

I thought about it for a second. "I want a bacon cheeseburger."

"A bacon cheeseburger?"

"Well, yeah.... Do you have a problem with that? Are you a vegan? Sorry, I wasn't trying to be insensitive."

He made a face, and laughed. "No that's not it at all. It's just that you and Dean are going to get along just fine."

"Ooookay..." I paused. "Where am I?"

"In a motel. You're going to have to stay with us until we can hunt down the thing that's been hunting you. I'm sorry, it could be a while. But, you do have to stay. I'm sorry."

"Can't I go with a friend?"

"Usually we don't ask people to tag along with us, but this is a rare case."

I sighed. "Where are my parents?"

He froze.

I stared at him for a while, him looking at his hands as they fiddled, and I realized I wasn't going to get anything out of him.

I cleared my throat loudly, trying to ease the awkwardness that was settling in from the silence. When that didn't work, I said, "Well, how about that bacon cheeseburger? I'm hungry." I pushed the blue blankets off of me and sat up too quickly, causing me to fall over. I seemed to be doing that a lot lately.

Sam caught me just before I hit the ground. After I caught my own balance, I pushed Sam off of me. "You can stop that now."

One of his eyebrows quirked up. "Stop what?"

"Acting like I'm some damsel in distress." I laughed mockingly. "I don't need your help. I am perfectly fine on my own. I had last night under control."

"You mean when you almost flew through the window, right?"

I folded my arms. "I was going to get rid of it. I knew the words."

He looked disbelieving.

"I did! How else do you think I got the person's body back the first time? Hmm?"

His expression didn't change.

"Fine," I said. "Don't believe me. Just think about it. It was him that turned me in. Not one other person saw us for those three days."

"Three days?!" he exclaimed in horror.

"Yeah, and? Did you even do your research? If you're gonna be fake FBI agents, don't fake your knowledge. You won't get anywhere that way." Plus it's not that big of a deal, I thought.

Though it was a big deal. That was three days of my life that I would never get back. And other things I wouldn't get back...

Sam was about to ask me something else but I didn't want to hear anything else. I interrupted him, asking, "Seriously, are we gonna get that cheeseburger or not?"

Sam sighed and muttered something under his breath.

"Excuse me?" I said.

"I said let's go and get some food." Sam turned around and walked out of the room.

"Wait!" I yelled.

His head popped around the corner. "What?"

I shrugged. "I need some clean clothes." And I did. My tank top was tattooed in dried blood, and my sweatpants were ripped in several different places. At least they didn't try to change me themselves.

"Oh... Dean!" he yelled.

It was then that I realized the shower was running in the other room.

"What?!" he yelled back.

"Jules needs some clothes to borrow!"

"Why?" He sounded defensive.

"Just because! She's closer to your size! I'm going to let her bother your clothes.

I was, in fact, closer to his size, but that didn't quite mean that I was his size. I was probably half his size.

"Oh, never mind. I don't need clothes. I can just wear this," I said, indicating to my old dirty, covered in my blood, sloppy clothes. I shrugged like it was no big deal.

Sam said, "No, it's okay." He hadn't even waited until Dean had responded before searching through his brother's clothes. He threw a shirt and pants at me.

When I put them on, I came to the conclusion that I would be better off wearing my dirt stuff.

Deans clothes were much too big for me. I folded the bottom of the pants several times over, but still, they were too long, and which each step I took, they would fall down several inches. Deans t-shirt was definitely made for buff men because it was huge on the chest and arms - of which I had little - and the stomach was also very baggy on me.

"Um... Sam?" I called out.

"Yeah?"

I walked out into the main room. Its walls were tacky with pink flower wallpaper and the carpet was green, as if the designers were trying to use all of the colors to look like a pink rose.

The shower had just turned off as I walked out and it sounded like Dean was getting dressed. Sam was focused on the computer, his eyebrows scrunched up in concentration. I laughed out loud.

Sam's head looked up from the computer screen. "What's so funny?" he asked.

"It's not funny. It's ridiculous."

"What is?"

"This outfit! Look at me!"

He did, and he laughed too. "Maybe we should buy you new clothes."

"No, you don't have to. Just bring me back to my house and I can grab my clothes."

Once again Sam got a pitying look on his face. "We can't. We don't want you in any more danger."

I got angry. "Why do you even care?"

"Because this is what we do." I jumped a little when the voice that spoke didn't come from Sam, but came from Dean from behind me. His voice was rough and sounded angry. I turned around and he wasn't wearing a shirt, just a pair of shorts. His towel hung around his shoulders, allowing the water to drip from his hair.

The way he growled the words made me angry. "And what, exactly, is that?"

He narrowed his eyes at me. "We hunt. Things like you just saw and attacked you at your house. You do realize that that thing that tried to kill you was a monster."

"No, it wasn't."

He looked calm on the outside, but he was frustrated. He stood too straight, back tense, and the look in his eyes made it look like he wanted to kick me out and never look at me again. I involuntarily stepped back. "What do you mean?" he asked between teeth.

I crossed my arms, more to protect myself than be full of disrespect. "I'm not as naïve and stupid as you seem to think I am. I know that was a demon. And I also know that it was not there for me. It didn't want to kill me... I think it could have, but it didn't want to."

Sam, from behind me, asked, "What do you mean it wasn't after you?"

"It was looking for people. I'd never even heard their name or know who they were until I met them... When they tried to GIVE ME FAKE ID'S!"

Sam looked only a little bit shocked. "They were... they were after us?"

"Well, there were multiple times when Mr. -" I caught myself and stopped talking for a second, not wanting to give Mr. Lawrence's identity away. They probably knew already, but I didn't want to completely give him away.

I started over, much calmer this time. "When I was first taken, it told me plenty of times to tell it where the Winchester brothers were. Sadly, I didn't know. I don't even know why they asked me... But that's beside the point. It's going to find you guys, and it will do whatever it takes to make sure you're found." Then, because I wasn't thinking, I said in a much quieter voice, "I'm proof of that."

Sam just sat there, mulling it over in his brain, while Dean started to pull on a shirt, acting like it didn't bother him.

Dean said, "Well, it's nothing new, is it, Sammy? There's always something. I think they're all just jealous."

Still frowning, Sam said, "I told you not to call me that."

"You're fine. So, Julia, what did you say that it wanted with us?"

"I didn't."

"Well are you going to?"

"Maybe someday."

Dean looked angry now. His eyebrows had moved high on his forehead and his eyes read 'I am going to murder this child,' but instead of doing just that, he stared at me, took three deep breaths, and then said, "And why not?"

Because I'm afraid. "Because it doesn't matter." He must have noticed that my tone was final and I wasn't going to say another word because he blew out a big breath and left it at that.

"Seriously," I said, exasperated, "I am really hungry. Let's go." I turned to the front door and walked outside before anyone could answer me. I stood against the cold hard railing and took in a deep breath. "I just want to go home," I whispered sadly.

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