When I got home my parents weren't there so I decided to just take a shower and go straight to bed. I would deal with it in the morning.

The next morning I got up early and decided to jog down to the gym. Take my aggression out on some punching bags before I gave my parents murder motive.

When I got there I tied my hair up and turned my music on. Blasting the music through my ear buds.

Counting all the assholes in the room

Well I'm definitely not alone, I'm not alone

You're a liar, you're a cheater, you're a fool

Well that's just like me yoohoo and I know you too

Mr. Perfect don't exist my little friend

And I tell you it again and I do it again

Counting all the assholes in the room

Well I'm definitely not alone well I'm not alone

The beat picked up and I began hitting the punching bag harder. Imagining it was Azazel. Getting back for every bruise he caused.

Look deep into yourself before you blame all others

For betrayal, for betrayal

I promise, so easy to say and easy you failed

And you do it again

Well the music seems do cover

And all liquid through the colors

Well I turn my back and

Go for all the things in better order

Well maybe you think your lie is safe

But I read you like a letter, yeah like a letter

Your charm do not evens the pain

It fills me with rage, and you do it again

As the chorus played through twice more I wailed on the punching bag. Anger filling my body and then leaking out of my eyes.

I hate him. I hate him. Ihatehim. Ihatehim. Ihatehimihatehimihatehimihatehim.

My swings got even faster as I let my brain think about every thing he put me through. All the promises he broke. All the bruises he left on me. How he violated me.

How had I let it come to this? how had I been so blind?

I slid back and sat on the floor, trying to catch my breath. I grabbed a red Gatorade out of my gym bag (I refused to drink blue ones after that time on the cliff) and took a few large gulps.

I ha finally caught my breath enough to not sound like a fish out of water when my phone went off. Daddy Cas, the screen read.

"Hey, dad. I went to the gym. On my way home now." I said before he could even say "hello."

"Don't bother. No ones there." I could here a lot of commotion and loud voices but couldn't make anything distinct out.

"Where are you?"

"The hospital. Come quick." he didn't say anything more. Just hung up.

I threw my phone and Gatorade in the bag and pulled on the sweat pants I had in there since I didn't feel like walking into the hospital in spandex shorts. I didn't even bother showering. My parents were both at (or in?) the hospital without any explication. People could deal with my stink for a little bit.

I threw my bag over my shoulder and ran back to the house. Luckily, try had both taken Dean's car so I quickly climbed into Cas' car which they left here and sped my way to the hospital.