Violet sat up a little straighter as she peered over the 2004 Honda steering wheel. U turns weren't her favorite driving maneuvers to navigate, but this one was necessary to get on to the right side of Eisenhower Avenue, and then make a quick right into the parking lot of Jacqueline's.

Every trip across the bridge and around the U turn to her best friend's business was an accomplishment, as far as Violet was concerned. The multiple car crashes she'd been through in her short life of driving were enough to prove that.

Violet parked the car in the empty and small parking lot in front of the bakery. She flapped down the mirror on the car roof and repined a loose strand of her short blonde hair. She turned and shuffled some items in the car's center console and then grabbed her cheap sunglasses that didn't sit straight on her head. She placed them on her head like a headband and leaned over the center console to reach for her messenger bag on the passenger side floor. She watched as a paper fell out of her bag onto the floor, next to an old receipt that she'd forgotten about. This didn't bother Violet as she stepped out of her car and pressed the lock down on the inside of her car door.

Violet then made her way through the gravel entrance and into the cute little bakery her best friend owned, managed, and worked regular shifts at. A little bell rung above the door to announce her arrival.

She looked around the powder-blue room that was filled with cakes and cookies to make sure that she was alone. Then, leaning back a little to gather her breath, Violet shouted, "JACK JACK, I'M HERE!" This sort of greeting from Violet was well known to all of the workers because Violet was there so often and Jacqueline usually worked in the back to prepare all of the food.

"VIE!" a more high-pitched voice than Violet's somewhat deep voice yelled from the back. A door behind the silver sparkly and glass counter swung open as Jacqueline ran through it. Violet smiled back at Jacqueline as they met for a tight hug and jumped around. "I didn't know you were coming back today," Jacqueline excitedly told Violet.

"I got the dates mixed up, me being me." Violet smiled, leaning against the counter. "I thought that I was out of school like five days later than I actually was. I didn't find out until my roommate started packing and asked why I wasn't."

Jacqueline walked behind the counter. "Only you of all people, Violet, would mix up which day she was off of college for the summer. You know normal people count down the days until they're free, right?"

"Normal people don't go back to college at age 30."

"Plenty of normal people go back to college." Jacqueline defended her friend.
"No one goes back to become a photographer." Violet pointed to herself. "Seriously, what is that? You can't make any money as a photographer. What kind of career plan is that?"

"You've been taking pictures since we were little. Half your childhood was seen through a camera lense. It's a good thing that you're going back to do something you love. And hey, I'm the one working at her own bakery. I should be sitting behind a desk, telling other people what to do with my bakery. It gives a paycheck much nicer than the one I get now."

"Oh, you'd never be able to stand sitting behind a desk. Who would make your mini swirly cake desert things?" Violet bent back to look at the said deserts stored behind the glass in the counter.

"That's true," Jacqueline agreed.

"Which reminds me, I'm starving. The drive here from my apartment is a killer, and you know I can't drive. Mind reaching me one of those awesome things?" Violet squatted down in her red jeans to look closer at the cakes. They really were individual pieces of art. The cake slices blended beautifully into a chocolate and vanilla swirl, with drizzled icing and strawberries on top.

"Of course, as long as you agree not to pay for it." Jacqueline slid open the glass and began to reach for one of the cakes. "On second thought, these have been out all day. Lemme go finish the one I was working on in the back real quick, and it'll be all nice and fresh. Ok?" She slid the glass closed again.

"Sure thing." Violet reached into her messenger bag and pulled out her camera as Jacqueline walked through the door. "Thanks, by the way!" She often forgot to thank people when she was grateful for something and wanted to improve on showing her gratitude instead of just thinking of it.

"Not a problem!" Jacqueline called from the kitchen. "Business isn't exactly booming right now, as you can see."

Violet raised the camera to her eye and lined it up at a 45 degree angle facing the glass to get a good angle on the cakes. She adjusted the lens on her camera a bit and took a few pictures. She shifted her weight to get a different angle.

Violet lowered her camera to look at the pictures she'd taken and suddenly noticed someone standing to her left. "Oh, sorry! I didn't see you there." Violet stood up to look at the lady, who was dressed entirely in loose red fabric that draped over her head. In her arms was a baby wrapped in a soft white fabric. The image and color contrast was quite dramatic and photogenic.

"Oh no, it's quite alright, young lady." Her voice was a little raspy and had a heavy Japanese accent. Her face looked pale to Violet, but it was hard to see from underneath the red fabric.

Violet looked at the woman's baby to try to see it's face, but it seemed to be also covered by its own blanket. Just then the baby began to cry louder and louder. The woman bounced the baby in her arms to calm the child but it only seemed to make it worse. Violet took a step back, not one to be very comfortable with children, especially when they cried.

"My dear baby is always so hungry and I left his food in the car. Would you mind holding him please?" The woman stuck the baby in her hands to Violet, whom instinctively grabbed the crying child. No sooner did Violet have a grip on the crying baby than the woman turned and ran out of the door. Violet grew worried for both the child and herself in the sudden situation and awkwardly held the baby like a football.

Violet figured she'd at least try to calm the baby and tried to hold the covered baby like she'd seen other people do. "Support the head," Violet reminded herself. After a few light swings and bounces, the baby slowly stopped crying in Violet's arms.

"You see, baby?" Violet spoke softly, "I'm not a mean person. Your mom just ran off to get your bottle, which I find really weird, by the way, but I guess you'll just have to deal with that once you're older, won't you?"

Violet shifted her weight again as her right arm grew tired. "You're a heavy little baby, aren't you?" Soon after she said that both of her arms were tired and her back was being stressed. "What the hell?" Violet asked in pain as the baby grew much heavier than what a baby should weigh. "Ouch, ouch ouch, OUCH OUCH!" Violet grew terrified as the bundle she was holding grew rapidly heavy in her arms. She tried to drop the baby but was unable to as she leaned against the counter for support. It seemed to be pressing forcefully against her lower abdomen. Violet was now using every ounce of strength she had, which wasn't very much, to hold the baby. Bending her neck down to the baby, she was able to nudge a corner of the fabric on the baby's face to see…

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Violet lost control of the bundle and fell to the ground, landing hard next to what she had previously thought was a baby. Now uncovered, it was evident that she had been holding a large gray rock.

The woman's red fabric came back into her view as it hovered over the rock next to Violet's face. "Too early!" The woman whispered angrily as Violet's head began to spin, and then fall into darkness.

"Dean, I didn't say you couldn't…"

"Don't 'Dean' me, Sam. I'm fine!"

"We don't know that yet! And we certainly don't know how far The Mark could take you!" Sam yelled at his brother.

"Nothing's going to happen. I'm fine! I can handle it!" Dean took a step towards his brother who sat in a chair across the room. He extended his arm to display the red mark. "And if you were planning on locking me up in this motel room the whole time, why'd you let me come?"

"Because I know you, Dean, and it would have been worse to go without you. You would've come anyway."

"Yeah, you got that right." Dean defensively said, sitting down on his ugly blue motel bed.

"Look," Sam moved his long hair out of his eyes, "you can come. This nest of vamps sounds pretty gnarly anyway. I'm just…" Sam earnestly gazed up at his brother.

"I know, Sam." Dean sighed, "Believe me, I know. I'm living it." The brothers both stared at Dean's Mark for a few seconds, until Dean stood up and decided the silence was enough. "So, we packed and everything?"

"Yeah." Sam stood up and picked up the duffel he had packed with supplies.

"How big's the nest?" Dean asked as he grabbed his jacket on the bed.

"Six or seven vamps."

"Awesome. Let's go." Dean opened the door for Sam and the two walked out. He turned and locked the motel room door, then placed the key to room 128 at The Oasis Bar & Motel in one of the duffel's pockets.

A few rooms down the hallway, Sam stopped walking. "Shit, I forgot something in the room." He dug in the bag Dean was holding and grabbed the key card. "I'll be right back. You go ahead and start the car." He turned around as Dean nodded and walked toward the stairs. Sam jogged down the hallway and stopped at their room, sliding the key card through the box on the door. Sam stepped through the doorway but stopped as soon as he entered the room. It room was only illuminated by the moonlight behind him, but on the ground near the beds was an evident shadow Sam knew shouldn't be there.

He stepped in the room, one hand slowly closing the door behind him, the other removing his gun from his pocket. Sam kept his eye on the dark figure on the ground, closed the door soundlessly, and then quickly threw on the light switch. The moment the dimming lights flipped on Sam raised his gun with both hands and pointed it at where he'd been looking. Now that the lights were on, he could see that it was a teenage girl curled in a tight ball, lying on her side on the ground.

She didn't move as Sam walked closer to her, gun still raised. She seemed harmless, but the years of hunting had taught him to assume otherwise. Sam gazed at her through the sight on his gun. Her short blonde hair was a mess, her black tank was twisted around her torso, her red jeans had holes, although those may have been purposeful, and her silver flats were torn. Several small cuts and bruises went up her arms and a large bruise was on the right side of her forehead. The closer Sam looked, the more she seemed to be just a normal teenage girl.

Sam reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the flask of holy water, his hand still clasped on the gun. He flipped the cap with his thumb and with a flick of his wrist, splashed a small amount on the girl's face. The water was instant to wake her up and their eyes made immediate contact. The human reaction to the holy water was enough to confuse Sam and terrify the girl. She let out a high-pitched scream and scrambled away from Sam, cornered against the bed. Sam sprung to his feet and pointed the gun at her as his instincts went into defensive mode.

The girl covered her face and pressed herself against the bed, crying furiously and shouting, "Please, please! Don't hurt me! Don't shoot me! Don't shoot!"

Sam lowered the gun, "What's your name?"

"Violet. Please don't shoot me!" She buried her hands in her arms and tears streamed down her arms. Her whole body trembled and she was clearly terrified out of her mind.

"Hey," Sam squatted down next to Violet, "hey, it's ok." He reached out to touch her arms again as she turned around and faced him.

"Don't touch me!" She looked up and noticed the room around her. "Who are you? Where am I? What did you do to me?"

"I didn't do anything. Listen, my name's Sam. It's ok. I won't hurt you. I'm here to help."

"Help me? You were going to shoot me!" Her voice shook as her tears still streamed down her face.

"You appeared in my brother and I's hotel room." Sam tried to explain, hoping to calm her down. "I raised my gun because I didn't know what you were or if you were dangerous."

"Wha… What I was? If I was dangerous?" Violet moved her legs to stand up. "I gotta… gotta get out of here."

"Hang on there." Sam stood up before she did and held her arms, helping her stand up and then sit her on the bed. "You aren't going anywhere until you explain why you just appeared in our room."

"No, no." She shut her eyes and shook her head, arms wrapped around herself. "No, no, no. I gotta go. I just gotta." Violet didn't move.

"Hey, hey hey." Sam spoke softly, sitting next to her on the bed. "Look at me." Sam softly put a hand on her shoulder. "Just look at me a second." Violet slowly stopped shaking and looked up at Sam, her body still slouched. "It's gonna be alright. I won't hurt you. Ok?"

Violet nodded slightly, still scared at trusting the stranger. "Where… Where am I?"

"You're at The Oasis Bar & Motel, just outside of Wichita, Kansas."

"Kansas? How did I get to Kansas?" Violet's voice became panicked again. "I'm from Florida!"

"I don't know. But we're going to figure it out. My brother and I…"

Dean's voice came into the room as he walked towards the room. "Hey, Sammy, what's taking you so long? I coulda been there by now…" Dean walked into the room and stopped when he saw Violet on the bed. His hand moved towards his gun. "Sam's who's the kid?"

"This is Violet, Dean." He said calmly. "It's alright."

"Who is she?" Dean walked towards the two.

"I don't know. I walked in and she was just here."

"You," Dean asked bewildered, "you just walked in and she was here? And you think that's 'alright'?"

"Dean, I'm not stupid. I made sure she wasn't a…"

"I'm not a kid." Violet spoke suddenly.

"What?" Sam asked.

"You, you said I was a kid. I'm not a kid…"

"Um," Dean sat down on the other bed, "yeah you are. In my book, if you aren't old enough to drink, you're still a kid, Kid, no matter how old you think you…"

"Not old enough to drink, my ass! How old do you think I am?"

"I don't know…" Dean frowned at Sam, "Fifteen, six…"

"Fifteen?" Violet asked offended, "I'm as old as you two!"

"Woah, woah, woah." Dean leaned forward. "You are definitely not our age."

"We're in our thirties." Sam told Violet. "You, are definitely not."

"Well it's a nice compliment but…" Violet laughed slightly.

"Look, this is beyond the point!" Dean interrupted.

"I… don't think it is." Sam looked closely at Violet's face. "Do you have an ID, or a license or something with you?"

"Yeah. Yeah, good idea." Violet hopped off the bed and looked around for her messenger bag.

"Is this really that important? Shouldn't we be…" Dean groaned.

"Shit! I don't have my bag." Violet looked up. "Fuck, my camera's in there! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She ran her hands through her hair.

"Woah there, little lady," Dean stood up, "calm the language a bit. You can get a new camera…"

"No no, no no no. You don't understand." Violet ran over to the bed and looked underneath it. "I need that camera. That's an $800 dollar camera. I need it for my thesis to graduate or else I fail and shit, it has all my pictures saved on it!"

"They made you buy an $800 camera to graduate high school?" Sam asked.

"I'm not in high school, I'm in college," Violet said exasperated. She noticed a laptop sitting on a table to the right side of the room. "Look! I'll show you." Violet walked around the bed and flipped open the laptop. When she saw her reflection on the screen she screamed again.

"Enough with the screaming!" Dean yelled. Sam looked sideways at his brother, whose temper had been getting a lot shorter recently.

"I'm a teenager!" Violet stared at the screen and rubbed her face with her hands.

"That's what we've been telling you!" Dean told her slowly as if she was incapable of understanding.

"No. No I'll show you." Violet double tapped the space bar and typed in her college's web address with shaking hands. The screen changed to reveal the website homepage. Violet quickly navigated through the website and found the photography major. She clicked on the '2014 BLACK-AND-WHITE STILL PHOTOGRAPHY CONTEST WINNER' link. The window changed to reveal a black-and-white photo of two brides walking down a railroad track. Underneath was a short article about Violet and a small picture of her. "Look." Violet picked up the laptop and showed Sam and Dean. "See? That's me! I'm not supposed to look fifteen!"

The brothers looked at the picture of Violet on the computer, then back at Violet's face, and then to the picture. "Well you…" Sam was at a loss for words.

"You certainly look at least thirty in that picture, but…" Dean mumbled.

"Normally I'd be slightly offended by that comment," Violet said, "but in this circumstance I'll reply with a 'Do you see my problem?'" She shut the laptop and placed it on the bed. "What do I do? How does this even happen?"

"How about you go get some water in the bathroom," Sam started, "and calm down a bit so we can think this through."

"Ok, yeah. Hydrate." Violet nodded and walked to the bathroom, then shut the door behind her.

Dean turned to Sam and matched his confused expression. "So, no vamps then?"

Sam slowly shook his head. "The vamps can wait."