When I was a baby my parents were killed by a banshee,
my mom even tried to protect me,
but in the process I went deaf.
I was taken in by a hunter,
and she taught me her ways till she died when I was 16.
Since then I have been hunting the banshee that killed my parents,
I’ve killed monsters,
and other banshees,
but I can never catch mine.
Until I followed it to a nursing home in Lebanon, Kansas,
where I met the Winchesters.
Now at first I thought they might be banshees working together,
but then I found out they were hunters as well.
I have been on this revenge trip for almost 14 years,
I don’t really know anything else.
So when I finally stabbed that gold blade through it’s chest,
I was relieved but also disappointed,
because I knew that killing it wouldn’t bring them back,
Afterward Sam asked me if I was gonna have a normal life now that I wasn’t hunting for revenge anymore,
and I thought about it for a moment,
not being scared to look out my window,
being able to happy,
but a normal life sounded boring.
I liked helping people,
and I was good at hunting,
at least better than some.
Now I know going down this path could kill me,
but I don’t care,
because saving people is what I do.