I'm in the bathtub, just laying there with my eyes shut. I just got back from a ghoul hunt and am trying to relax when I hear my phone ring. I sit up and dry my hands before grabbing the phone and answering it, putting it next to my ear.

  "Hello?" I don't recognize the number, but I assume it's a hunter. "Hey little sis." I smile a bit. "Hey Dean." My voice sounds slightly bored.

  "I was wondering if you'd want to come meet up with me?" I shrug. "Why not."

  A few hours later I'm in some jeans, a light blue t-shirt, and a simple jean jacket. I walk into a diner and spot Dean. I walk over and sit down across from him. Dean smiles at me, he's already eating some pie.

  "Why'd you ask me to meet you?" I ask, glancing at him.

  "Well, there's this thing that brought me back from hell an-" My glare silences him. "BACK from hell!?" He nods.

  "You didn't think to tell me?" I say glaring at him. "Thea, calm down." Dean says and I glare at him. "Tell me to calm down again. I fucking dare you."

  "Continue." I demand.

"I was brought back from hell with a handprint." He lifts up his shirt sleeve and I see it, my eyes narrowing slightly. "Me and Bobby are planning to summon it. And we wanted to know if you would help us?"

  Me, Dean, and Bobby are in the shed. I'm standing beside my brother as he summons the thing.

  After a  minute the shed starts shaking. "Wishful thinking but maybe it's just the wind?" Dean says sarcastically. I give him a, "shut the fuck up idiot", look. Even though it's like of scary to me since I hate thunderstorms.

  Sparks rain down us as a bulb goes out, and then another, and another. The door opens inwards to the she'd and I glimpse the thing as sparks rain down on both me and it, lighting up the shed for a second.

  It looks like a man. With black hair and a trenchcoat. As he gets closer Dean and Bobby start shooting it. It doesn't slow it down so they stop.

  "Who are you?" Dean asks.

  "I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition." It says.

  "Yeah, thanks for that." The creature dips it's head ever so slightly as if in a nod. Dean then stabs it and it doesn't even flinch.

  Dean let's go of the knife and backs away, a 'WTF' look on his face. The creature looks down a bit and pulls the knife out, tossing it to the side.

  Bobby it about to hit it when, without looking at him, it grabs it and turns towards him. It puts two fingers to his head and he falls, unconscious.

  I think quickly. Guns nor knives affect it. Not even the symbols... I grab the salt and throw it at him. He turns to me and gives me a slightly confused look before putting his two fingers on my forehead. My vision goes black and I fall unconscious.

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I know it's short. But the next chapter will be longer, trust me.

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