I'm dangerous. Or, I guess I was. That's why they did it. They wiped my memories. I thought I wanted them back... to be who I was. But as I learn more I'm not so sure. From what I hear, I sound like a pretty shitty person. It sucks. Not knowing who you are. But any teenager could tell you that. Of course they haven't burned down a house with their bare hands. Well most anyway.
Fiction: Supernatural - Rated: T - English - Supernatural/Angst - Chapters: 2 - Words: 15,152 - Updated: 4-19-13 - Published: 3-29-13