The Sister who secretly studies witch craft…

You’re Dean’s and Sam’s little sister…Your hobbies are ice skating, photography and painting… You love to sing and dance… You play piano, Guitar… You also speak German, Italian, Spanish, Russian, Korean, Dutch, Romanian, French, and Norwegian. You're 16 years old, your hair dyed blue with purple tips and you have Bangs, your style is dark clothing with colorful details wear High Heels, Plato Shoes and Sneakers. Your a fan of Supernatural and Arcane…you have a dog named Ben…

Sam was sitting at the Table rubbing his face, You lay on the bed doing research and John and Dean sitting on the beds looking at him… John: A Vision? Sam: Yes.. I saw the Demon burning a woman on the Ceiling. John: And you think it’s gonna happen to this woman you met because? Sam: Because these things happen exactly the way I see them. Dean: It started out as nightmares, He gets up walking towards the small kitchen and then he started having them while he was awake. Sam: Yeah. It’s like-I don’t know…It’s like the closer I get to anything involving the demon, the stronger the visions get. John: All right, when were you gonna tell me about this? He looks at Dean and Dean glances back over at him Dean: We didn’t know what it meant. John: Something like this starts happening to your brother, you pick up the phone and call me. Dean sets the Cup down and walks over to him Dean: Call you? Are you kidding me? Dad, I called you from Lawrence, all right? Sam called you when I was dying. Getting you on the phone I got a better chance of winning the lottery. John looks at Sam but he looks away John looks at Dean John: You’re right? All though I’m not real crazy about this new tone of yours, you’re right. I‘m sorry Sam: Look, Guys, Visions or no Visions, the fact is, we know the demon is coming tonight. This family‘s gonna through the same hell we went through. John: No, they’re not. No one is…ever again. Sam‘s phone rings he answers Sam: Hello? Meg: over the phone Sam? Sam: who is this? Meg: over the phone Think real hard. It’ll come to you. Sam: Meg. Last time I saw you you fell out a window. Meg: over the phone oh, yeah thanks to you. That really hurt my feelings, By the way. Sam: Just your feelings? That was a 7-Story Drop.