"The first time you sliced into the weeping bitch.. That was the first seal"..

Hannah Lovart.

That's me. I was the weeping bitch in Hell, the one who got carved up just to break a seal. Half the time, the pain was so unreal I barely registered it. But Dean's razors made quick work of me, hacked me up and carved me until there was nothing left. And then I'd somehow be whole and he'd start over again. I was normal, like any of you are now. A student, studying mythology and history, I had a two year old daughter and a fiancee named James, I worked part time at an antiques store my grandfather owned so I could pay my bills and feed my family. I wasn't a hunter, with a secret life on the side that my suburban neighbours knew nothing about. I was just a twenty-two year old who got caught up in something bad. I've always been a firm believer that something bad only happens to you when you do something bad, Karma I guess you would call it. What I didn't know or even vaguely understand is that Karma pretty much exists and I got the worst kind. Parents always tell their kids to stay away from witchcraft and Satanism & generally kids obey. Too bad I was rebellious when it came to the warnings of others. That's how this whole mess started. One warning and a woman, practically still a kid, too stupid to listen to the warnings from her grandfather.

I'd been studying at Brocklow University for three months when I met her. The woman who would change my life, and certainly not for the better, Her name was Nina. I'll never forget that name for as long as I live. What I now know is that she was a "bait" demon, she'd convince kids to dabble in Satanism and then take them to a Crossroads Demon to sell their souls for money, love or fame. She'd get a part of the deal to, the more souls she got for Hell, the longer she got to stay out of the Pit. Apparently even demons hate Hell. Except I was drawn in by her, into the world of darkness with the promise of eternal wealth, never having to work and I could be with my daughter all day, every day. It sounded perfect and so of course my reaction? "Where do I sign?" If only I'd listened to my grandfather. If only I hadn't met Nina.

We headed to a crossroad and buried the tin box. Her nagging was relentless, and was the reason I had given in. One little ritual and I would be set for life. No having to work to pay bills. I'd be loaded. I didn't think the ritual would actually work, Nina murmered a few words in latin and suddenly there she was, a beautiful olive-toned woman with flowing brown hair. The slender and smiling woman just arrived out of nowhere and we made the deal. Honestly, I thought Nina had set this joke up. Going along with it, I kissed the stranger and that was that, poof! Afterwards, With a smirk on her face, Nina told me the fine print. I'd just sold my soul. I only had a year, partly because I'd asked for so much and I didn't know the fine print. The demon took advantage of that. One more soul for the pit. And after that night, once her work was done, I never saw her again.

The Hell Hounds got me outside the antique store, dragged me across the pavement and sliced me up behind my own car. It was my grandfather who found me only an hour later. Hell is..well, it's Hell. Suspended from hooks and being tortured and sliced apart everyday is not how I wanted to spend eternity. I'd always wanted Heaven, with my daughter and my fiancee. Now I was looking around in terror at what was unfolding around me. I was thrown on a rack and strapped down. After the demons were through with us, we didn't even have the straps on, where could we run? Where could we hide? I was raised from Hell the same day as Dean Winchester. I clawed at my coffin and pounded til it cracked, then I dug my way out. My family didn't believe me when I told them who I was, my excuse had been that my "long-lost twin sister Katey" had been killed and I went into hiding. My grandfather, whose memory has always been bad, started crying for poor "Katey" who had never really existed, and was relieved I was back. My daughter accepted me back too. My fiancee was another matter. I would never be accepted by him. James had been killed the same night as me, demons, from the looks of it. Sidona, My daughter, had been with Tom, my grandad since the death.

My life was fine, I'd gotten a new house, worked at the store again, and gave up studying to concentrate on my daughter Sidona. Everything was back to normal. Until the nightmares came back, and with them: Dean Winchester.

AN: I wanted to start a fic about the girl who was carved for the seal, the girl Alistair was talking about that Dean had carved.. the "weeping bitch".

So here it is, meet Hannah Lovart, my OC who was broken and cut up for the amusement of others.

If you like, and want me to continue, you know what to do..