I was asked to kill. This is my job. I kill people for a living. I see people's life run out of their eyes for millions of dollars. The very source of themselves dripping away into Hell. I enjoy the pay, yes. I have cash in the bank and food on the table and thats what counts. It's what I do. I kill. A little bit about me? I'm a Delora Nettles. I've been dead for seven years now. I was brutally murdered on a cold November night with nothing more than a knife and cold heart. No, I am not actually dead but rather faking my death. It's just easier for the job to be done without anybody scratching at my records. I have many names, Abigail, Chloe, Rene... You get the point. Nobody can really make sense of who I am anymore, heck along the journey I've been slowly losing myself to the demon inside. We all have that naughty creature crawling up and down our spines, I just can't shake it off. It seems that everytime somebody puts a blade in my hand, that very demon stirs. I now have a new assignement. Kill Sam Winchester.