Mary's POV
I stayed in my room. Why did the demon man want to come after me? Why does Uncle Sam hate me? At least dad might be happier with Cas. I played with my hands. I heard a small woosh and I looked up. A red headed woman was standing in front of me." Come on lass." She said in a Scottish accent, and she grabbed me. I screamed for someone. No one. Everyone was asleep. I felt time and space wrap around me as I was transported to a dark place. It looked so dark and dirty. There was a throne, along with men in suits and sunglasses. But I could see their only black eyes. I was in a demon lair. A man came out and sat on the throne. The man who killed my mother. I got angry. I held myself from smacking him. He smiled at me." Hello young thing. I've found you're deans daughter." He said. " yes I am...." I muttered." Well you're a beautiful young thing. How old are you?" He asked. Why was he so kind." 18" I said softly." How sweet." He said. I sighed." Why am I here?" He shuffled in his chair" I feel horrid about killing your mother. Dean lost the love of his life, and you lost your mom." He said. " Oh Dad couldn't give one shit. He's with the angel. And why do you care? You're a demon!" I exclaimed. He rose from his chair and walked towards me." Because I feel bad. Demons have feelings too" he whispered in my ear." Now we are gonna have dinner together" he announced. His puppets applauded him. What the hell is going on??