You woke up somewhere you didn't recognize. Your hand instinctively reached for the gun hidden under your pillow, but it was nowhere to be found. You sat bolt upright in the bed. "Uncle Bobby!" you screamed. What a familiar situation.

_-ANOTHER FLASHBACK-_

Your eyes fluttered open to an unfamiliar scene. Your arms, legs, and waist were strapped down to a table that was propped upright. You could hear grotesque screams echoing through the walls of the confined room. Then a demon you knew all too well walked into the room. Crowley. "What do you want?" you spat.

"You. Now, love," he began, picking up a sharp silver blade, "I don't wish to hurt you. I am here to turn you into a demon.. Of course, it will be against your will."

You scowled. "Try me."

Over the next few weeks painful torture sessions followed, but after the third week, Crowley stopped torturing you. You saw a soft side of the king. He brought you plenty of food and water. He saw benefit in just having a Winchester in hell, besides, he saw a lot of himself and you. You had bark, yes, but you had a hell of a bite. You were fierce, and didn't give up. How typical of a Winchester.

You grew skeptical of how cruel the king really was. By the fourth week you saw through his charade. One day, you decided to comply with the king. He had been kind to you, even unstrapped you from the table, and he let you wander around hell. He gave you a soft bed, and three meals a day. You were the daughter he never had. "Crowley?" you asked one day.

"Yes love?" he replied.

"I'm ready to become a demon." Crowley stood there, frozen for a moment, and then a wide grin spread onto his face. "Really? Are you sure darling?"

You nodded. "On one condition." Crowley nodded, egging you on, "I get to visit Bobby."

"Of course love!" Crowley exclaimed. You smiled. "Thank you Crowley." The next day he went through the ritual to turn you into a demon. He taught you how to flash places and how to change your eyes from black to normal. You decided to go visit Bobby. "Be back in time for tea!" Crowley shouted.

"I will!" you replied. You ran a hand through your [H/C] hair nervously. How would Bobby react?" With a quick snap you were standing in front of the old car junkyard from so many years ago. You made your way up to Bobby's house.

As you reached the door you faltered. He was going to test you. He was going to throw holy water on you. He has a Devil's Trap under the rug at his door. Damn it. You rapped shakily on the door twice and took a deep breath, prepared to explain everything. As soon as the door opened you were met by a familiar face and a burning sensation.

You screamed as you felt a bottle being broken over your head. You woke up in a chair with a Devil's Trap drawn around you. Your eyes were pure onyx now. In front of you was the man who practically raised you looking grief-stricken. His trucker cap was askew and his hands kept clenching and then undoing themselves.

"What are you?" Bobby asked in a shaky voice. You were terrified.

"U-uncle Bobby-"

"Only the Winchesters can call me that you black-eyed bitch!" Bobby screamed. You almost started to cry, then you remembered that you were a hunter, and hunters don't cry. It was almost a rule. Bobby walked towards you with a bucket of holy water. You began to struggle in your chair, genuinely afraid. You heard it before you felt it. The rush of the water before every inch of your body burned as though you were being burned at the stake. WITCH! WITCH! EVIL! WICKED! The cries seemed to mock you as though you were burning at a stake. You would've laughed...

But you were to busy screaming.

"BOBBY! UNCLE BOBBY PLEASE! I CAN TELL YOU ANYTHING! ASK ME A QUESTION ONLY I WOULD KNOW THE ANSWER TO!" Your body still felt like it was on fire.

Bobby inwardly was dying. This was his little girl. His little princess screaming for help. "O-okay." he muttered, caving in, "What was the name of the stuffed beaver I got you because you were having nightmares?!" He shouted over your occasional shouts and grimaces. "J-Jim." you responded.

"You could've gotten that out of her!" he shouted.

"Ask me something about mom!"

"You don't get to call Mary that unless I know it's you!" Bobby shouted. He took a deep breath to steady himself and let it out slowly. Your pain was beginning to dull. "Wh- what was the lullaby that Mary sang to you, Sam, and Dean before she gave you away because she couldn't take care of you?"

"Sh- she sang 'Hey Jude' by the Beatles. She loved that song." A few stray tears slipped down your face, leaving little pools in your protruding collar bone.

That's what convinced Bobby. Hunters don't cry. Hunters only cry for family. He rushed over to you, and unstrapped you. He held you close and whispered, "I'm so sorry princess." You smiled into his shoulder. "It's okay Uncle Bobby, you needed to be sure." You wrapped your arms around him for a hug.

Eventually he let you out to hunt on your own, but you were still his little girl.

_-ANOTHER FLASHBACK ENDED-_

Two tall figures were standing above you, one on either side. They looked down at you with confusion. "I think," said Dean, "you have some explaining to do."