A/N: This is my first ever story, so I'd appreciate any feed back you could give me, it would really help me in the future.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Supernatural

"I seldom end up where I wanted to go, but almost always end up where I need to be."

"Do you mind?" The middle aged, angry women asked with distain.

"Sorry," muttered Addy. Like she'd actually meant to hit the lady when she'd moved. The bus was tiny, well, tinier then Addy would have liked. Even for a five foot tall, skinny little thing, she needed more leg room.

Not that the sorry really mattered. Angry lady just gave her a nasty look before looking forward again.

Yes, the bus had plenty of empty seats. But no, Addy wasn't allowed to move. Angry lady had looked at her ticket, her seat assignment printed on it, and realized she was seated next to Addy, and the first question out of her mouth had been, "Aren't you a little young to be traveling by yourself?"

No. No she wasn't. Not that Angry Lady was of the same opinion. Regardless of the numerous stops the bus had taken, Addy hadn't changed seats. If she had, she was worried about attracting more attention to herself. There was no doubt in her mind that this lady, in addition to being a cold hearted bitch, was too curious for her own good.

Instead Addy had stayed put, anxiously shifting whenever her impatience got the better of her. Three hours without her IPod, her cell phone, or anyone to talk to were taking their toll on her. Her iPod had died hours ago, and with it so had her patience. If Addy had thought about it she really should have charged it last night. She looked at her cell phone, stupid thing. No messages, Riley, her roommate was in class; and Jase, her best friend, well he was off doing his thing. Damn this sucked.

Yep, that was enough of doing absolutely frigging nothing. Irritation getting the best of her, Addy leaned forward and grabbed her backpack. She reached inside before pulling out the thick, hard purple plastic Sony laptop form its case. Kicking her backpack back under the seat Addy opened the computer and turned it on. A Christmas gift from her brother, the laptop was not only her favorite color, but also equipped with a wireless internet card. The aircard was a blessing!

Fingers tapping against the key board, Addy sat staring at the window, waiting for the computer to start up. Miles of farm land, and pasture after pasture passed by. They all looked so normal, so quaint. But Addy knew better. Normal was simply a state of mind, not a state of being.

When the start up sound from her computer finally chimed, Addy let out a sigh of relief. Patience might be a virtue, but it was a virtue Addy did not have. Her fingers navigated against the mouse pad and brought the mouse to rest on top of the Mozilla FireFox icon and double clicked. Firefox, one of the many things her old boyfriend Ryan had introduced her to. So much better than Internet Explorer.

Thirty seconds of typing later and Addy had the distance from Fairmont, West Virginia, to the last town the bus had passed. The news was less then satisfying. In fact it was downright irritating; or 'irkitating' as Jase called things like this.

Addy hit her head against the cold glass of the bus's window. Three hours. How the heck did she still have three freaking hours left on the bus?

A small, angry growl escaped her lips as Addy shoved her laptop back into its case, then the case back into her bag. Evil Lady gave Addy another nasty look as she ran a hand through her reddish auburn hair.

"Should I just stop breathing?" Addy wondered. "Would that make her happy?"

Either way Addy didn't care. She was tired, she wanted a nap. Closing her green eyes Addy pressed her head against the finger print covered glass. A sense of calm washed over her cold, stiff body. Would Uncle John be okay with her just showing up? Would he even want to see her again?

Their last encounter hadn't exactly been peaches and cream. Actually, it had kinda sucked ass. More than three years later Addy can still picture the ringing pain in her butt with precise detail.

Still, even being a hunter born and bred, with both her parents in the business, Addy wasn't up for everything. She knew when she needed help, and right now she needed her uncle. She wanted Uncle John!

Cody, her older brother, was an option, an option she hadn't even considered. It had been a year, well a little more, since they'd last talked. And he'd kill her in an instant if he knew she was hunting alone. Well, not alone. She had Riley… Not that she thought that would matter too much.

Uncle John was the type of person to come in guns a blazing, taking out anything evil with no questions asked. Something Addy had every intention of using against him.

Addy, closed her eyes shut tightly, and allowed the darkness to consume her as she drifted off to sleep.

O~O~O~O~O~O~O

"Well this place sucks ass." Addy mumbled to herself as she eyed the white peeling paint. The parking lot was littered with cracks and pot holes. The flowers that had been planted around the entrance a million years ago were dead; discarded piles of half melted snow were piled randomly around the parking lot. Addy cautiously made her way into the parking lot, avoiding the precariously tilting sign that declared the place The Breakers Motel.

Yeah, this was exactly where she had wanted to spend her weekend. The sarcasm dripped off the words like melting icicles in her mind. She was in the middle of nowhere tracking down her long lost uncle because she was too incompetent to do a job herself. And the job hadn't been easy, that's for sure. For some odd reason Uncle John was not answering his phone. Thanks to a little mumbo jumbo and a twitch of her nose, Addy used the GPS in his disposable phone to track down Uncle John. It was a hunter thing to use disposable phones; it made it easier to be off the grid with a phone that was hard to trace.

Hunting wasn't exactly a 'pro-ball career.' Addy'd grown up in third rate motels, but this place… But she absolutely couldn't see how anyone in their right mind would willingly spend any time in this place. It probably didn't even have hot water!

There were only three cars in the entire frigging parking lot. Looking around the place she saw a newish Ford explorer: definitely not something Uncle John would be driving. There was a beaten up Honda Civic, and Addy's favorite car in the entire world, a 1967 Chevy Impala.

A smile consumed Addy's face. There was no way to describe her feelings as she made her way over to the car, her uncle's car, his prize possession. She loved the thing, and in some weird, strange way, she knew it loved her too. It was the one thing about her uncle that had been a constant through Addy's childhood, where ever he went, so did this car.

Her fingers reached out, gently streaking the delicate black paint with their tips. Addy's smile widened as her eyes glinted in longing.

The door to room 112 opened so silently Addy didn't realize it until she heard the voices. Looking up she noticed a dirty blond, shaggy haired boy walking out of the room. He was tall, much taller than Addy with visible muscles and a serious look on his face.

"Adam," a voice from inside of the room called. "Don't forget the pie!"

The boy, Adam, chuckled. "How could I forget the pie Dean?" He asked, turning around to face the car, keys in hand.

His blue eyes met Addy's with confusion. He was older than her, but not by much.

"Uh, hi…" He trailed off, looking the small girl up and down. "Can I… Can I help you?"

"Yeah…" Her singsongy voice chirped as one of her hands slipped into her sweatshirt to finger the knife hidden within. The other curled around her backpack's strap as she forced a calming smile to her lips before finishing, "I'm looking for someone."

"Okay, well-" Adam's abrupt response was cut off by the appearance of another man, this time one much older than Addy.

The similarities between the two men… Guys… People… Were evident. Both had similar facial structures, similar body structure, musculature is what Riley would call it. However, unlike 'Adam' the older guy, Dean, Addy had heard him called, had green eyes and short hair.

"Adam? What are you doing?" Dean asked, in a rough voice; rough, not raspy. She wasn't sure why she noticed this and thought about the difference. For some reason it seemed to be important.

Dean's eyes drifted from Adam, to Addy, then to the car. Why was this girl touching his car? She was a friggin' classic! No onehad the right to touch her! Well, no one except family, or those with explicit permission. Which at the moment outside of Sam and Adam , well maybe Bobby too, was no one.

"Who the hell is this?" Dean demanded from Adam.

"I dunno Dean. She was here when I got out to the car. Says she's looking for someone." He shrugged. She didn't seem too special, just an average teenager. In an average small town, nothing different than anywhere else they'd been.

Unlike Adam, Dean noticed the girl's stance. She was balanced perfectly on the balls of her feet, prepared to run if she sensed danger. No normal kid would do that. "Who ya looking for?" Dean grunted at her.

"My uncle," She muttered, refusing to meet the man's eyes. Gesturing to the car, Addy cleared her throat. "He, um, owns this car."

"What's his name?" Dean's hackles rose, just like a dog. The hair on the back of his neck rose up and his nostrils flared and he was ready for anything.

"John," Addy cleared her throat and readjusted her stance. "John Winchester. You know him?"

"I call bull!" Dean growled, stalking towards the girl before she could run. "What the hell are you? Demon? Angel? Someone stupid enough to think we'd fall for this shit?"

Narrowing her eyes as she stepped back, Addy didn't even bother to respond.

"How do you guys keep finding us?" He hissed as he continued to towards the girl. She stumbled backwards, her eyes to fixated on Dean not noticing the figure coming up behind her.

By the time Addy noticed the wall behind her, she had already backed into it. But it wasn't a wall, Addy realized after stealing a quick glance behind her. It was a man. A very big, shaggy haired man.

"Dean, what the hell are you…?" The wall began.

"Stay out of this Sam!" Dean yelled, walking towards Addy once again.

"Ya know what?" Addy began with a small, forced laughed and a thumb pointed over her shoulder. "I think I'm just gonna go!" Uncle John was obviously not here, and the three stooges obviously had issues.

"I don't think so, sister," Dean said with a smirk. "You're not going anywhere."

"About that…" She stepped back again, away from the wall called Sam, away from Dean, and away from Adam.

Dean wasn't gonna let her get away. He lunged forward, reaching for the girl's arm.

Addy was ready; she'd seen the tenseness in 'Dean's' body. The training she'd gotten at her family's knees paid off and she rotated on the balls of her feet, the young girl barely managed to doge Dean's out stretched hand. She didn't think, she didn't hesitate, she took off, sprinting away from these strangers and towards freedom.

A curse erupting from somewhere behind her, and the pounding sound of running feet warned Addy that at least one person was chasing after her.

She'd get away, she knew it. But first she'd have to find a way out of this maze. Addy glanced quickly around the darkened streets, determined to find an exit. Maybe there would be a side street, or a store she could easily duck into and disappear. But there weren't squat. Time was running out, and she was out of options.

A small alley between two buildings was her only saving grace. She ran towards it, letting her legs carry her through the entrance. A street was on the other side, people, buildings, safety!

The only thing stopping Addy from her escape was a fifteen foot tall chain link fence in the middle of the alley. No big deal, right? She'd climbed the rope in gym-class more than once. Only she didn't usually have a time limit at Lexington Academy.

Whatever, she'd have to deal, realized Addy as she lunged at the fence. She hoisted herself up, three, four, five feet before something tugged on her backpack. The force was strong, the pulling was forceful and no matter how much Addy shook or shimmied it wouldn't subside. The tugging got forceful, and Addy got angry.

"Let go!" She screeched and lashed her leg out until it hit the object, person, with a loud thud. "Leg-go!"

A sharp intake of breath, a weight was lifted, and Addy was freed. Without a second thought she continued up the fence, flipping over the top before hitting the ground. But she couldn't stop running, not until she reached somewhere safe.

By the time Addy stopped, she was completely out of breath. She bent forward, resting her hands on her knees as she breathed deeply and thought hard. It didn't matter who those guys were, even they weren't stupid enough to try anything in such a public place.

"Okay Addy," She thought to herself. "Let's think this through. Uncle John's still missing, we're in a strange town with fricking weirdos chasing us and the worst possible thing to do would be to stay put. Last thing you want to be is a sitting duck."

Stretching Addy stood up, shrugging off her backpack as she did so. She unzipped the bag and shoved a hand inside, determined to find her wallet.

A trip from West Virginia back up to Boston wasn't exactly cheap; she needed to see how much cash she had. In order to stay below the radar; most hunters subsisted on mostly cash. There were a few that had figured out ways scam credit companies so that they weren't living off daily employment and what cash they could pick up quickly.

It wasn't until her hand found the hole at the bottom of the knapsack that Addy realized what happened.

When her backpack was grabbed it must have ripped, created a hole large enough for her wallet to fall out of but small enough to keep most everything else inside. The wallet was expensive; a designer brand she had been given as a present after too many cheap wallets had flaked out on her. The ironic thing was that the actual wallet was worth more than the money she had inside.

"Calm down," She instructed herself. "Everything inside is untraceable. The IDs were all forged, my student ID card wasn't even in there. Doesn't change the fact that I'm now out $200 and a freakin' expensive wallet!"

There was no doubt in Addy's mind that the tugging had caused the hole in her bag. The thing was old; well, old for a backpack anyway. Addy knew she should have replaced it sooner rather than later; but she just didn't have the heart. They'd been through so much together. Sentimental attachment is what Cody called it.

What's done is done, she reminded herself as she reached a hand into the back pocket of her jeans and removed her spare (fake) ID, credit card, and the two twenty-dollar bills rubber-banded together.

Never keep all your money or IDs in one place, it was a lesson she had learned from a young age. Cody had given the credit card to her just over a year ago. It had been a final gesture signifying how serious he was about leaving Addy at boarding school. He wasn't coming back; she was financially, emotionally and physically responsible for herself now. She was an adult (even if the state didn't recognize her as one).

"Remember, only for emergencies," He had said before putting his big blue pick up into drive and leaving the Lexington Academy parking lot.

Emergency… This was definitely an emergency.

She stretched out a hand, hailing a cab before getting in. Addy was pretty sure she had enough cash to get her to the airport; the driver might not get a tip though.

"Can you take me to the nearest airport?" She asked sweetly. Buses were out. After the drive there she was pretty sure another ride in one would make her officially and completely insane.

"No problem sweetie," The cabdriver said, pulling away from West Virginia, away from the Impala, and away from the strangers.