The curse of Dinah Vincent did not come with some type of warning. From the time of birth until the age of seven, she considered herself blessed. She grew up in a small happy home, a single child surrounded by love and affection by her dear parents. Until everything got stripped away from her. The night her parents died was something that fractured Dinah's mind forever. The black figure with yellow eyes stayed plastered in her memory. The police claimed it was just shock whenever she was brought into the station to explain everything. But Dinah knew better, she knew what she saw.
With the discovery of the supernatural, Dinah Vincent couldn't afford waste time on being a kid anymore. After being dragged from foster home to foster home, by the age of fourteen, she was alone in the big world. Which made her a walking target to every supernatural being that wanted her dead. That was until a her saving grace in the form a bearded man named Frank, took in after she tried to swindle him for a candy bar and the keys to his truck (don't ask how, but she had a plan — not a good one, but it was something). In the wake of seeing the loss of innocence and normal life, Frank only had one hope for Dinah. To make her feel normal again.
Being a part of the supernatural hunting community, Frank did his best to keep Dinah away from it all as much as possible. And he did for the most part. He raised her as his own. Kept her grounded and made her into an almost stable human. Although, Dinah was aware of his affair in the paranormal, she tried her best to ignore it. She didn't want to acknowledge the numerous"road trips" they took almost every month. She didn't want to acknowledge the salt barriers that were used at every motel that they stopped out. She didn't want to acknowledge the heavy amount of weapons that were stored away in the back of Frank's truck. She chose not to acknowledge it because he was trying. And that was all she could ask for.
Perhaps that is why Dinah Vincent took this beating personal, the night Frank disappeared without a single trace. Especially when it intertwined with the anniversary of her parents death. Frank was the only that made her feel safe. Made her feel normal. Without him, she just felt like fractured girl walking, with a dreaded curse dragging behind her.
At least, that was until she crossed path with another cursed heart. A heart that belonged to Sam Winchester.
