The girl stops, fear creeping into her as she looked around nervously. She knew she heard the scream. She wasn't crazy. Not like everyone thought she was. She grabbed her knife, heading downstairs on swift soundless feet. As she was just about to turn into the living room, the hair on her neck stood at attention. He turned her head quietly, every fiber of her being telling her to run for her life. Behind her was a black shadow, though it seemingly glowed.
"Azazel." She breathed, feeling her heartbeat stutter.
"Hello, child. I-" The man called Azazel was cut off, his the knife she held was driven deep into his core. He screamed, an echoed sound that signaled his return the the fiery pit. There was clapping behind her, as she whipped her head around.
"Nice one, girl." The smaller of the men taunted, grabbing her and hugging her tightly.
"Hello, Dean. Sam." She laughed, nodding to both of the men. "It's been too long."
"Agreed." The taller man, whom she called Sam, replied, taking his turn for his hug.
"What are you guys doing here?" The girl asked both of the brothers, confused.
"Well, we're here on a job..." Dean said, a bit of foreboding in his tone.
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I stared blankly at the wall, the visit from Sam and Dean depressing her. Not to mention Azazel's appearance. I suppose I should tell you about myself. My name's Kailyn Winchester.
I am sixteen years old. Those two boys were my brothers, Sam and Dean. I am a hunter.
A demon hunter.
I destroy the things that inhabit bedtime stories told to kids in order to get them to sleep. I decapitate what young girls my age go crazy for. I am older than my physical age. I have killed more than I can count, and I have saved many. Azazel is a Demon. A Yellow-Eyed demon. I'm afraid he didn't die, but was sent back to the Pit. Unfortunately, with that knife, the human almost always die. Does that make me a monster?
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