Once upon a fucking time there was a 17 year old girl that was celebrating her turning 18 and receiving the gift of a redone 69 chevy black pick up truck with all new interior. The engine was replaced for a newer one, it already had an adornment, a dream catcher carved out of wood.

She was walking down the steps of her home to her parents that waited with cameras in their hands and recording her final moment of being a child and now a young adult. She made it to the last step with a smile on her face from ear to ear. She wore a vintage polka dot black and white dress with a sweetheart neckline. She had done up her hair in a rockabilly style. Her eyeliner was heavy black. Her lips were cherry red with a slight glisten to them. That girl was me. It was then that I saw it.

That was when they broke through the door, when they attacked my parents, when I hid so I wouldn't die, when I became a coward, and when they got murdered. I then realized my life was going to change because two guys came through the same door and shot the animals that attacked them, after hearing 2 hard thuds I saw humans on the floor not animals. I made eye contact with the taller of the two and I wasn't able to muster the energy to say anything, all I did was cry. I let the tears flow out of me and he drew near, placing the gun on top of the table beside him and crouching down to where I was, he extends a hand and I reach for it. He holds it softly in his grasp, brushing my knuckles with his thumb, and I couldn't help but lean into him. He rocks me a bit in his embrace, this stranger felt so warm that I didn't mind just staying there a while longer. He dried my tears with a calloused thumb. I sob inwardly and calm a bit. The shorter one leans down and places a heavy hand upon my head, giving me a sad smile.

"I am sorry you lost your family, but do you have anyone else to stay with?" he asks gently.

"Not that I know of, though my mother mentioned once he had a brother, I don't really know him." I reply.

"Dean, we have to-" the one with his arms around me, he speaks up.

"Sam, lets just find her next of kin, for now we'll stay but after the cops show up we have to leave." Dean's gravelly voice states.

"I'm going to go get something, I'll be back." I try to get up off the wooden floor.

"Alright." Sam says, while Dean grunts in response.

I jog up the stairs into my Mother's study and rummage through the drawers to find a journal, inside lays the information about his only brother, Robert 'Bobby' Singer. Returning with the book in hand Dean raises an eyebrow in question.

"It's all I've got to lead me to my 'uncle'." I shrug.

Sam gives his, who I assume to be brother, a worried look. Dean shoots him back a small look of concern.

"Go call the cops, we'll go over the story you'll tell them and then we go." Dean grimaces.

I nod and do as I was instructed. 20 minutes later when they showed up and I had rehearsed the lie until I myself nearly believed it. I breathed in calmly and let the rest of the tears flow down my face a few seconds before they arrived.

"I am so sorry about your parents, Ava. What went on here?" Sheriff Prescott comes the door with his deputy, Young.

"Well, these men attacked and my parents told me to hide and I did, then I heard gun shots and that's when I heard heavy footsteps leaving out the door. Then these guys showed up seeing that the intruder had gotten away because they were driving by." I sob in between some words.

"Well, these guys were prepared, armed to the bone. Did you get a glimpse of who shot them, Ava?" Young asks.

"No, I had my eyes closed. I was too scared to do anything after they barged in." I dried some tears slipping down my face.

"Well, who ever sent the attack on your parent's we will find them." Prescott assures me.

"Do you have anyone you can go to until further notice?" he places a hand on my shoulder.

I nod in reply. " I have an uncle in South Dakota. It's just a few days out there in travel."

"Alright, do you have anyone who can take you?" he asks.

"Yeah" I motioned to the Sam and Dean.

"You sure?" Young looks me in the eye.

"Yeah, we're friends with Ava's uncle." Sam interjects.

"Well, alright. I'll escort you to the county line." the sheriff walks out as the coroner walks in with 2 other cops.

"Thanks, Prescott." I give a small smile.

He knew both my parents since they were in middle school. My parents were high school sweethearts and that's when I came along.

"Anything for you, Ava." he nods and walks towards his ford.

"Wait, I'll go pack a bag." he raises an eyebrow.

"The last time I stayed the night was as a toddler so he probably doesn't have anything that'd fit." He nods and let's me go.

I return to the house. I pull out my leather jacket, 7 t-shirts, 3 flannels, 2 jeans, a second pair of shoes, and 5 pairs of underwear. Inside the same bag I put my emergency cash, my wallet, my charger, and my phone. I walk back downstairs grimacing over the scene, about to leave but I saw the guitar in it's half zipped case in the corner so I took it with me and finally out the door. I had my keys in my hands and motioned to my truck. Dean looks her over and nods. Sam takes the keys from my hands.

"Sam'll follow us to your uncle's and after we drop you off, we won't bump into each other ever again." His voice somewhat giving a sorrowful undertone.

"Thank you, Dean. For all you're doing." I tap the roof and slide into the passenger's seat of the car and place my things in the back seat.

"It's no big deal, after all, we should at least make sure that you're going to a safe place and that you won't be at some nut house." He slides in to the driver's seat with ease.