[two chapters in one day. Go me!]

      Antonina saw a boy her age, ginger, with blue eyes. He was all bloody and bruised, standing at her door asking for help. He didn't seem familiar. She let him in and told him to sit on the couch. She ran upstairs to the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit. She got back to him.

      She took out the antibacterial cut cleaner[?]. "This might hurt", she said and put it on a cotton ball and put it on the cut. The boy hissed and balled his hands into fist. He tried really hard not to hit the girl. She was helping him, he didn't want to hurt her as gratitude. He also knew who she was. The girl who has been tortured since birth, and never ended her life. She was kinda respected by some of the deamons. She was also the bosses favorite. She dodged death twice.

      After she put some Neosporin, she rapped the cuts in bandages. Antonina put everything away and went back down stair. "Is there anything you would like?" She asked him. She knew she might get hurt, but didn't seem to care. "I could go for something to eat." She nodded and went to the kitchen.

      She made some Mac 'n Cheese[Max 'n Cheese.] and some tea. "If you don't mind me asking. What happened to you?" Antonina asked. "I got beat up. I could have handled it. If they didn't have blackjacks." Her eyes seemed to widen. "Thanks. For helping me." She was also shocked by that. "Your welcome." "So what's your name?" The deamon didn't really know her name. Only the boss knew. He knew the boss would be even more angry with him, but he didn't care. "Antonina." He chuckled. "What?" She was confused. No one ever laughed at her name. "Nothing."

      "So. What's your name?" She asked him. "Dean."[no! Don't comment on it you Supernatural fangirls!] She nods. "Well Dean, do you have anyone who you need to call? A love one? A friend?" "Nope. I'm all alone." "Oh." Antonina looked at the clock. 1:30 am. "It's getting late. I'll show you to your room. I got an extra one since I don't have a room mate." Dean was now surprised. "Your letting me stay here? Won't you get in trouble?" "Well I can't let you leave with cuts like that. Do you have a home?" Dean hesitated. He didn't have a place to stay. "No." "Then fallow me."