I obeyed. "Cas. What the hell am I?", I said trying to remain as calm as possible. He ran his fingers through his hair. "Witches put a spell on you at birth. They gave you powers. With your powers, trouble follows when you don't use them. Their idea of encouragement. When you turn 16, they want you to be their leader. If you don't, they'll force you. They know where you are at all times because you have a mark on your ribs somewhere." I had so many questions. Then, a tear fell down my face when I thought about the death of my family. Was that my fault? "Uh. Guys. My 16th birthday is in a few days.", I said with a very low voice. Sam cleared his throat. I inturrupted whatever he was going to say, "Can you get rid of the mark, Cas?" Castiel looked at Dean, "I can. But it will be an incredibly painful process.", he said. "Cas. I don't want to go with them. I'll do whatever it takes.", I said. "More than 24 hours without using the powers is dangerous to you. ", he said. I stood. "(Y/n)", Sam said. I walked to Dean. I placed my hand on his shoulder and closed my eyes. I had to block out all of them asking me what I was doing. I had to block out everything I was feeling. I had to block out everything. My hand felt like it was on fire. Or like it had been shot. I took my hand off and opened my eyes after a few seconds. Dean's bullet wound was gone. He was healed. I stepped back, "That should do it. ", I said looking at Castiel. I started to walk away, "Where are you going? ", Sam asked. I slapped my hands on my thighs and turned around. "Can I change out of these clothes?", I asked. My voice sounded like I was annoyed. "Yeah. Sorry.", Sam said. I changed then I plopped onto my bed. I stared up at the ceiling. Why did Metatron lie? Why do I get visions? Why do the witches want me? Why did my parents have to die? Why did they choose me? I had so many questions. I fear the day I turn 16. I don't want to be evil. I don't want to be like the witches. I want to be safe. I want to stay with Sam, Dean, and Cas. At least now I know why I'm so powerful and why trouble seems to be a constant thing in my life. After a lifetime of questions, the answers don't sound as well as I had hoped. I heard my door open. Castiel stood in the doorway. I really didn't feel like talking about it. I stood to go out. He didn't budge. When I moved right, he moved right. When I moved left, he moved left. "They sent me in here to talk to you. It's not good to hide your feelings.", he said placing his hand on my shoulder. He pushed me to the bed. He sat next to me. "I don't want to have anything to do with the witches. ", I said. I was surprised that I even told him anything. "I know. We will do everything we can to help. You know that.", Castiel said. I shook my head and gave him a hug. He was surprised. "When is your birthday?", he asked. I looked up at him and pulled away. "The day after tomorrow. ", I answered. "Cas. I'm going to get some sleep.", I said. I drifted into sleep with my mom's picture in my hand. A nightmare broke me out of being unconcious. I screamed and moments later I saw light from my door being opened. Sam, Dean and Cas all piled in. I sat up and started crying. It was about the witches. "I... I... I had a nightmare about the witches. What if it's a vision. What if it will come true?!"I cried more. Sam came to hug me. Dean and Cas sat on the bed next to me, and waited patiently for me to tell them what had happened in the dream.