To you being a witch was always a blessing and a curse. Having been born from a witch, you had no choice in the matter. While on one hand yes, you do have cool powers. It comes with a downfall.

People don’t trust you if they know you’re a witch. You have to deal with hunters who might kill you. People see you as evil and a monster for something you can’t change and wasn’t in your control.

But you got over it, learned to hide. You learned to mask. And surprisingly it worked, you could hide easily as a witch. And for once, people actually liked you. And then you met him. Dean Winchester. A pretty boy who had walked into a bar you were in. You knew he was a hunter, you had gotten involved in the scene to make sure no one knew what you were. You knew this was dangerous.

But you still let yourself get pulled in. Months of hunts with Dean, months of being with him. Overtime the natural chemistry developed, Dean hit on you and you hit on him. It was unspoken between you two but nice.

Until everything went wrong.

You and Dean were on a hunt, going after a chimera. The two of you thought you had the upper hand, that it would be an easy hunt. You are two very experienced hunters. But this creature would turn out to be more than you can handle.

You saw the creature lunge for Dean, you saw it raise one of its claws. You didn’t even register the slash until all you could see coming from Dean was blood. And your world froze in an instant.

Without thinking you’re over by Dean’s side in an instant, whispering a spell to kill the monster. It works, the monster dropping to the floor in an instant in a pile of ash. And then your attention turns to Dean.

There’s blood everywhere, he looks pale and clammy. You can see the way his eyes flutter. So you drop to your knees next to him, hands moving over his body to examine him.

“Please don’t hate me. I’m sorry, I’ll get you out of this, I promise.” You mutter as a soft glow emits from your hands, Dean’s wounds slowly closing. The life is coming back to him but it just makes you anxious. Will he be upset? But nothing could prepare you for what he actually does.

Once Dean has his strength back his hands immediately go to his gun as he stands up. While you’re still kneeling on the ground he points the gun directly at you, a cold look on his face.

“I should've known better. You were too good to be true,” He starts as he presses the barrel against your forehead. “This explains why you always seem to be around me. It wasn't a genuine connection, you were just using me huh?”