Waking up super early wasn't on your itinerary. You were peacefully sleeping in your bed when someone knocked on your door. You ignore it at first and roll over. As you dose off, the door opens and you become more alert. Pretending to be asleep, you reach under your pillows as your hand touches the wooden handle of a dagger Dean gave you. Gripping it tight, you wait as the footsteps grow closer, the sudden touch of rough hands jolted you and you whip out your dagger and swing it almost taking off the head of your victim but it gets blocked and you can see it was Dean standing over you.

"Not bad slick," Dean says. "But your handle of the weapon needs some work."

"What the hell were you thinking?!" you exclaim. "Never fucking sneak up on me or enter my room without my permission, you asshole!"

"Hey! I'm trying to help you." Dean responded. "Besides, where did you get that dagger?" Dean grabbed the dagger from your hands and examined it with ease. You wait until he recognizes something on it and politely hands it back to you. "Did dad give you that weapon?"

"Close, those who were in charge of the orphanages kept it safe," you explain. "I never thought that they were hunters. Anyway, can you get out of my room so I can change?" Dean opened his mouth to say something, but you get up and shove him out of the room and slam the door in his face. "I told you! Give me some damn space so I can change!" on the other side you could hear Dean grumbling to himself. You only laugh and make your way over to your suitcase. You take out your outfit for the day and get dressed in it. Stepping into the bathroom, you stare into the mirror and see your reflection for the first time since you've been there. Staring back at you was a young lady with long locks of dirty blonde hair and bright green eyes. You could see an uncanny resemblance to your older brother, Dean. You step out of the bathroom and walk out into the hallway to find Dean still waiting for you. Seeing his features and how you two resemble one another made things easier and made you feel you had always been part of the family.

"Took you long enough," Dean said. "What were you doing in there, anyway?"

"Getting dressed?" You say. "Now, what are we waiting for? You promised me you'd help teach me how to hunt."

"First, we need to eat. I'm sure that Sam made us something," Dean responded. "What are you waiting for? Let's go." Dean turned away from you and walked downstairs.

***

Once he saw the Nazi get killed, the man realized his vision must have come true. Years before the child was born, he saw something. The world in which he knew was going to be destroyed by something. Each of his three eyes held a specific power, his first eye, he could see into the past, the second he could see the present and the third he could see the future, a sudden pain shot through his head as he got engulfed into darkness.

He envisioned a young woman with dirty blonde hair and green eyes standing amongst the many fallen warriors that surrounded her. Fire burned in the background as her hair blew underneath a baseball cap. On her hands, he could see powers of electricity appearing between her hands. The vision panned out, and he noticed that there were millions of dead bodies, most of which looked old, and most of them were practically dead.

The Cuegle stumbled. It was the same girl that he saw in the orphanage, the same one that John Winchester hid from him. He saw a terrible future, a world in which they left no one standing, a desolate world. If the child hadn't been hidden from him, then he would have been able to prevent it and make sure that the child did not grow up to do bad things. But now it was personal. The Cuegle ran out from his hiding place and transformed into his human form before taking off into the town. Wherever the Winchester's were hiding the child, he was going to head that way no matter what and take her. It would take all of his energy not to eat her, but at least he could double check and make sure that his vision didn't come true. Not that they already have taken form, even after the death of the Nazi. Her powers were surfacing, and it was up to him to stop her and teach her how to control them. He paused at the top of a hill and concentrated. Using his second eye, he foresaw the child's location, a large bunker in Kansas. Two men were training her in the art of weaponry and fighting. Picking up the pace, he raced for the bunker to find it before the child experienced anymore powers.

***

You got frustrated after an hour of training you and Dean finished up with hand to hand combat and now he was teaching you how to shoot a gun. Even though you've tried constantly to shoot the target, the gun in your hand grew heavy, like you couldn't even lift it. You take off your headphones and place the gun on the table.

"Sorry Dean, I just can't get this right." You say. "It's so hard and the gun just doesn't feel right in my hands."

"You've got this," Dean reassures you. "Listen to everything that I say. It'll help." Despite doing that, you couldn't help but think back to what you had done to the Nazi. They pulled you from your thoughts when Sam stepped into the room. He had a large leather book in his hands and they turned it to a page that looked almost like a journal entry.

"Hey Dean," Sam said. "I think you should take a break. I think I might have found something in the Men of letter's library." You stop and glance over at him, then back to Dean, who nodded, and together the three of you walk out of the shooting range and go back to the war room.

"What have you found, Sammy?" Dean asks. "And why do you have a large leather book?"

"First Dean, this isn't just any leather book, it's a journal," Sam explained. "From the Grimm diaries."

"Grimm?" you ask, unsure of how to respond.

"Yes, they were a group of hunters, that were around during the late 1300s, well this book alone has been around for as long as they were." Sam explained. You step toward the book and slide it toward yourself, you see the messy scrawled writing and read the entry out loud.

I've had the good fortune to never encounter this Wesen personally. However, I knew of a woman who was not so lucky. She was preyed upon by the savage three-eyed, three-armed beast in the mountainous region of Cantabria, a part of Spain where this notorious Wesen is known as El Cuegle. The evil El Cuegle stalks mothers and kidnaps their newborn babies. He keeps them for the hours of dread.