If Chloe could feel anything that night she'd feel cold and knife cuts burning painfully all over her body. The rain kept puring, spreading her blood on the concrete. She was finally going to die, it couldn't be long until her organs shut down and let her fall into peacefull darkness. Everytime she was convinced she'd die, she would replay in her mind the few good times she had in her life. A handful before she became a hunter, and almost none after. Saving lives stops giving you a reason to keep going after some time. For all the good hunters do, the prices they constantly pay are too cruel.

It was supposed to be quick trip to check out an abandoned house for some spell books. She and Sam were doing research when they came across some notes in the bunker that said usefull books against demons were carefully hid here but all Chloe found was a dozen demons feasting on entrails. She barely had time to turn around and start running and was already surrounded. The fight didn't last long and the demons that were left alive, left her in a pool of her own blood to die slowly from her wounds.

'Maybe this time it'll finally be over..Dean..Sam..I'm sorry. I'm so tired..I don't wanna fight anymore. Whoever's out there listening..take me now'

With that last thought, Chloe started falling into blissful darkness and when a pair of strong arms pulled her effortlessly from the ground she was sure her soul is leaving her body in search of peace and freedom. Her comfy numbness was taken away from her with a hard slap across her right cheek and Chloe opened her eyes to see the worried, foggy figure of Dean.

'Of course it would be Dean..as long as he's alive, I've no chance to rest in peace'

"Chloe…Chloe! Stay with us! Sam get her in the car."

"It's all my fault" she heard Sam say while carrying her "I left her go look for those books on her own and.."

"Sam.." Chloe wanted to tell him it's alright. That everything was alright, her going on her own, her almost getting killed, her currently dying, her living the worst life possible but putting up through all of it because the brothers were there for her, giving her the few good memories she held dear.

"Let me die Sam.." she managed to say.

"No one's freaking dying tonight! Chloe don't make me hunt every single Reaper out there! I swear that's exactly what I'll do!" Dean went on arguing ahead of them, getting in the car while Sam took her in the back seat. She felt the younger brother start bandaging the wounds that were bleeding the most while him and Dean were having a worried conversation she could no longer focuse on. Death was not going to visit her tonight, the brothers would make sure of that. Chloe was so close to getting away from her miserable life and dreaded the long, painful healing process that awaited her once they made it back to the bunker. Knowing this, she willed herself to fight her way back towards a more conscious state and surprised the Winchesters when she said in a tired, but clear voice:

"Dean..tell me we have whiskey back home.."

Dean was taken aback by Chloe practically coming back from the dead and replied 10 seconds later "Uh..Sure kid, of course we do!"

He called her 'kid' again. That had become the silent rule between them for a while now. Ever since she fell for Dean a year back when they were fighting their way through the Apocalypse, he made a point in him not being what she needed, that he was older and far from suitable. Chloe knew she was always going to remain the little sister they took in and grew used to enjoying Dean's presence in those terms but..

"Dean I'm getting worried about Kevin. We need to find a way and bring him to the bunker'' Sam broke her line of thoughts. There was that name again. Kevin. The brothers talked a lot about him lately, something along the lines of him being an important prophet. Chloe never met him and wasn't looking forward to a stranger living with them.

"You think I don't know that Sammie? But if we get him out of that boat he'll be on everyone's radar in a second." Dean snapped back. Now that she wasn't dying as much as before they were already busy having one of their oh-so-many arguments.

"We'll find a way,and that has to be soon"

"You and Chloe are the book freaks, you figure it out. Call me when there's something that needs stabbing"

"Sam..I.." but Chloe didn't get to tell him what she wanted because of the blood she started coughing. Protesting against a random prophet coming to live with them was somehow always not allowed of her, she thought, catching her breath. The car went faster, rain falling at a steady pace on it. Once they got back, she'd have a warm bath and let them care for her. Castiel could always heal her wounds in an instant but Chloe always preferred letting them heal slower. That way, having to put up with the pain, taught her what she needed to watch out for on future missions. Besides that, having Sam or Dean tend to her wounds reminded her what it's like to be taken care of by family, seeing their concern while carefully stitching her up. She cradled her head on Sam's neck and pulled his jacket tighter around her for warmth while drifting to sleep.

Whatever problems and dangers awaited her she would deal with them after. She'll heal, research, cook for all three of them, hunt, and everything that came with being a hunter. But not right now. Now she'll allow herself the peaceful sleep where her dreams play like a movie in front of her eyes and she watches herself live a normal life. In her dreams she's always sitting at a table in the bunker and a projector shows what a second Chloe would be doing now if she wouldn't have been a hunter.