"Catherine, I see you're back again. What'd you do this time?" Reg asks me as I'm hauled into a holding cell. He was a nice old guy with a white short beard and thin hair that covered his head, he had light blue eyes and a wide nose. "Had no money and I needed food I think you can work out the rest." I chuckle and sit on the cot the sat off the light grey cement wall.

"Catherine you've got to stop this...all this illegal activity it's no good for ya kid. You're 21, you're smart not a genius but smart enough to go to college and get a decent job." He tries to explain and reason with me but I just shake it off.

"Reg I tried college but teachers didn't give a damn about me or my education so they didnt try to help me resulting in me ending up like this. So it's not my problem it's the systems problem because they don't get decent teachers." He gives me a look of concern and almost understanding and then shakes his head and walks away leaving me and the loud drunk in the next cell by ourselves.

"S-shake I-it off shake I-it off whoo. (Hiccup) hoo hoo. To the-)"

I groaned in agony as my ear drums were being subjected to the torture the drunks "singing" voice. "SHUT THE HELL UP!" I yell out of pure frustration. It worked to because I didn't hear a peep out of him after that.

It was about midnight I had gathered because I came in here at about 10:30 and it felt like I had been here a while. Jail was boring as hell I had nothing to do seeing as they took my phone off me. The only thing that kept me interested was the crappy lights that kept flickering as if bugs kept flying into them.

I started to hear a screaming coming from the office part just outside the jails cells and I stood up. I walked towards the metal bars and tried to see what was going on but all I say was a closed door. Next thing I saw was a cloud of black smoke that came seeping through from under the door enwrapping me, trying to suffocate me and then I passed out.

I wake up to someone shaking my shoulder and I jerk back immediately I don't like people touching me. "Hey, Hey kid wake up." "What?" I groan back as I feel my head pounding which surprises me because I know I didn't drink last night.

I look up to see two guys standing above me and I feel a little intimidated. "Who are you?" I ask cautiously pushing myself back against the wall as far away from them as I could. "I'm Special Agent Padalecki and this is Special Agent Jensen what's yours?" "Mine's Catherine but you can just call me Cate." They nod and exchange a look. "What are you two doing in here anyway?" They were dressed in suits and cheap ones at that. They also didn't look like real FBI agents

"We came to talk to you about last nights events. Can you tell us what you remember?" The dall dark haired one asked I think his name was Padalecki.
I thought back to last nights events and suddenly remembered the loud noises erupting from the office and the black smoke billowing from under the door knocking me out and the slight stench of rotten eggs. I told them all I could recall, "What happened here?" I asked when I had finished explaining. The cute and short one frowned at me "There was an attack...you were the only survivor." My jaw dropped open in shock finding it hard to believe what he just told me. "What kind of attack?" I mutter at the floor. "You said you saw black smoke? Did you smell anything in particular?" "Yeah something like rotten eggs but what has that got to do with anything?" The two men exchange glances again as if having a silent conversation.
"Excuse us?" The tall, long haired one said. I just nodded and him and his partner walked towards the door but I was still in earshot a bit. I heard things like survivor, impossible, take and demon. None of it made sense, not their conversation or the fact that I was the only one to survive.
"Would you mind coming with us? Just to the main office for further questioning." I nodded my head but didn't really want to go not for more questioning I just wanted to be free again.
I followed them out to their classic 1967 Chevrolet Impala...a true beauty. I laughed "You're not really cops are you?" They didn't say anything until they reached the car in which the shorter hotter one just told me to get in. I did as he said I didnt care where they took me just as long as it wasn't another station. "No we're not cops we're hunters Saving people hunting things the family business."

And that's how my life changed forvever in one sentence, one instance my life was permanently altered by Sam and Dean Winchester.