Screw me I have no accuse. Here's chapter one, for the last time.

Remi Tager had not realized exactly how difficult it was to climb out of a group home window. The eleven year old held her breath as she dropped to the ground below, praying she hadn't woken up one of the other girls. She was supposed to be transferring tomorrow morning to a foster home, but that wasn't happening. She had heard all the stories about those places, some of the girls said it was worse than the group home, and she wasn't going to live in one. The reason she was in the group home was the fact a week before her mother had passed away, she had gone out to grab dinner and never came home. Drunk drivers were now on Remi's most hated list.

After the funeral, she had stayed with her aunt awhile, but soon learned that the women just wasn't capable of raising a child, so she made the arrangement for Remi to be placed in foster care, since the rest of her family was either dead or unreachable.

Remi huffed, as she stood and tried to wipe the grass stains from her jeans, they were already ripped so she decided just to leave it be. She bent over and grabbed the back pack she had threw out the window just a few moments ago and hoisted it up over her shoulder. Then she started walking, down the street to the bus station.

She was headed for South Dakota, an entire state away from her home in Kansas. She was going to meet a man named Bobby Singer. She had never met him, but had heard of him in the letters. After her mother died she was going through her things when she found a box in the back of the closet, filled to the brim with things like letters and strange necklaces, a small flask of water. One of the letters had the name "John Winchester" scrawled across the front. John Winchester was her father, she knew that much. She had heard her mother talking about him on the phone to one of her friends. Her mother had explained that she met her father after he had come to her for a reading, because her mother could see things. Remi wasn't sure if that made her a psychic, but her mother could always tell when people were lying, or when there just wasn't something right about them. Remi wasn't sure she believed in half the things her mother said, or the things she did. Like why there was salt painted on the window seals, and under the carpet, to keep away evil spirits her mother said. Or why sometimes people would come in the middle of the night, but she never could hear what they said, there voices muffled and hushed. She never confronted her mother on that one. But most everyone in town thought she was crazy.

She absently reached up to play with the small trinket around her neck, willing away the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes, it was a pentagram, and even she had to admit it was a bit creepy. But it was really all she had left of her mother, no matter how crazy she was Remi loved her.

The letter she had found in the closet read.

Judith

My job is calling me again so tonight I'm packing up and headed out. Dean wanted me to say goodbye for him. I haven't told him and I doubt I ever will, its best I'm not around and you know it. But If you ever need help contact Bobby Singer at Singer Salvage. 700-555-555. Sioxfalls South Dakota

J.W

The letter had said if her mother ever needed help than to call, her mother was dead, but she was sure the rules still applied.

The darkness wrapped around her like a blanket, making the world look just a touch scarier. She would have gladly waited until morning, but she couldn't. The day before she had looked up Bobby's address on the computer at the front desk, along with swiping the money her aunt had left her. The air was humid, summer was just starting, but even so Remi pulled her grey hoodie tighter around herself, making her feel just a touch less lonely. She concentrated on the sound of her sneakers making tapping noises on the side walk, grounding her self and willing herself not to run back to the group home where it was safe. The hoodie finally got a bit to hot, so she pulled a rubber band from her wrist and used it to wrap her dark hair into a short pony tail. Her brown doe eyes kept shooting back and forth across the road, and into the houses that surrounded her. She jumped at the slightest sound, a dog barking, a kid about her age taking the trash out. Biting her lip and clenching her hands into fists she willed herself to go on.

She hoped this Bobby guy really knew her dad, and then caught herself wondering what he would be like. She wondered if he would even want anything to do with her, but pushed the thoughts away. She couldn't afford to think like that, or she might as well go crawl back through that window.

Finally she arrived at the bus station, and heaved a sigh of relief at the sight of the little light hanging above the bench where you waited. She sat down and took a look at her surroundings, and noticed a man and women talking on the corner. From the look on the mans face and what the women was wearing Remi decided she wanted no part in that conversation and drowned them out by going through her bag. She counted off all her supplies, including a plastic bag with her tooth past and tooth brush. A pair of jeans and a few shirts. A wallet with her money and the letter, then of course a picture of her mother.

She looked up at the sound of of the bus pulling up to the stop. The door opening to reveal the bus driver, who had a hesitant look on his face. Remi reached into her back pocket where she stuck her wallet and pulled out the amount needed, and handed it to him. He relaxed and closed the door behind her, continuing on their way. She moved to the back and sat down, resting against the window. She let her thoughts run then, finally being able to think clearly. She thought about John and wondered what his life was like, did he have a wife or a girlfriend. Did he have more kids. She hoped he wouldn't be mad at her for just showing up. The questions she kept asking herself made her head spin, an uneasy feeling started to twist in her gut. With out much hesitation she prayed, her mother had always been a big Christian and it was almost second nature to her. She wasn't really sure if she believed in God, and if she did why had he let her mother die. But still, she did what she had been raised to do. She didn't have anything to lose by just trying.

Dear God

She prayed in her head

Please let this work out.. I can't live in a foster home Please let this fix everything... Amen

She let her eyes droop closed and let the bus lull her to sleep, it would be along ride anyway. Her last thoughts revolved around Bobby Singer, hoping he would have the information she needed.

The bus had finally reached her stop after a day of travel. Her belly felt empty, and a head ache was starting to form. She hadn't eaten in a while, and when she did it was only something small. It was like she just couldn't bring herself to eat, not anything big. After her mother died she had spend two full days locked in the bathroom. She hadn't eaten at all then and when she got out all she eat was a sandwich. She ignored the feeling and focused on her surroundings.

South Dakota wasn't much different from Kansas, it was just as hot. She peeled her hoodie off and wrapped it around her waist, redoing her pony tail that had become loose and messy. Even then her hair still clung to her neck in an uncomfortable way.

She wasn't sure what to do next. As she glanced around the small town she had been dropped off at. It looked homey, people walked down the street with their kids. An old couple was sitting at a bench outside what looked like some kind of antique shop. She moved over to the bench and sat down, letting her eyes roam across the buildings and faces. She didn't notice the women slowly approaching.

"Hello?" The women questioned. Remi snapped her head around to too greet a women with brown eyes and shoulder length red hair. She was wearing a police uniform with a sheriffs badge clipped to it. Remi swallowed her fear and answered.

"Hi," She said plastering a smile onto her face.

"Can I help you", She asks, hesitantly. Remi just shook her head, trying to appear relaxed.

"I'm just getting ready to go find my Dad," She said, that wasn't a lie. But still as she said she realized how suspicious that sounded.

"Are you lost?" Thewomen asks.

Remi shook her head again. "Sorta, my Dad told me to meet him at Bobby's Singers.. he's my uncle. I forgot to ask where Bobby's place is at," She said quickly.

The women raised an eye brow. "I wasn't aware Bobby had any family."

Remi again just smiled, getting the handle on the lying thing. "Were more of just really close family friends. He did my dad a favor awhile back and now were just visiting."

The women nodded, "Well Bobby's is a pretty long walk from here, need a ride," She offered. Remi thought a moment, it was a really hot day.

"Sure, thanks," She accepted. The women smiled at her.

"My names Jody by the way, whats yours," She asked as she led Remi over to a police car parked by the side walk.

"Kat,' Remi answered. That wasn't a lie, her middle name was Kathleen.

"I have to ask, what is your dad thinking bringing you out to Bobby's," Jody asked once they were in the car. Remi frowned, hoping she wasn't getting herself into something bad.

"He's good, my Dad trusts him."

Finally the squad car pulled up next a rusty sign reading, "Singer Salvage". The house was big and a bit creepy looking, with a wrap around porch. Cars littered everywhere, stacked on top of one another and falling apart in corners. Remi could see a large metal building behind the house and assumed it was garage.

As she opened the door and climbed out Jody spoke, "Are you sure you're OK kid."

Remi nodded, "My dad's probably waiting inside," She smiled, then reached into the back seat to retrieve her back pack. She watched as the car pulled away, leaving her alone in the driveway. Reluctantly she started walking up the gravel path towards the door, until a low growl erupted from behind her. Remi's breath caught in her throat as the hair on the back of her next stood up. She grit her teeth and slowly turned around to greet the beast behind her.

It was a dog, a Rottweiler. His lips were curled, baring his sharp teeth. Low growls emitted from his chest and he stared at her. Remi noticed the chain keeping the dog from coming any closer to her, and silently thanked God for it. She inched further and further away from it until her back hit something solid, something breathing.

She jumped back and stared up at the man towering above her, she really had to start paying attention to her surroundings.

"Who the heck are you and what are you doing in my yard?" The man said with his light grey eyes cut at her. Remi gulped, this must be Bobby Singer.