It was a day like any other. The sun was hidden by a blanket of pressing gray clouds and the wind was blowing the dropped newspapers and other litter that had been thrown carelessly on the ground in the city of Seattle around in endless circles. A girl made her way up the street, a filthy purple sweatshirt, much too large for her skinny frame, wrapped around her with the hood pulled up. She had her arms held tightly to her stomach, trying to hug herself and make up for the lack of warmth around her, from both the chilly air and the uncaring people who walked by without giving the poor girl in an old ratty sweatshirt and torn jeans a second look. But she was used to it. And, strangely, she liked it. It was freedom, a strange concept that she had never truly understood until a few days ago.

The girl shuffled forward with her head down, walking into the wind, her black hair tucked in the back of the hood of her sweatshirt. She overheard snippets of the conversations people were having as she walked by. Teenagers moving around in packs, leaving no room for anyone else on the sidewalk, were chattering excitedly. She gave them a wide berth. She walked by an open bakery and breathed in the mouthwatering scent of fresh baked bread that she wished she could afford. It was a day just like any other - or so she tried to convince herself.

The girl knew what she had to do today, even if she didn't like it. Her eyes darted around, looking for potential targets, preferably with few people around them. Pickpocketing wasn't easy for her. She hated stealing what was rightfully someone else's, even if it was for her survival. But she also had a clashing part of her that she desperately tried to suppress which whispered that it was for her own good, that she was more important than the people she stole from, that she didn't even know them anyway, so what's the harm?

Her eyes suddenly stopped on two familiar looking young men striding down the street towards her. One was significantly taller than the other by three or four inches, with scruffy dark hair. The other was shorter, though still very tall, with dark hair that was cropped closer to his head. And, though she couldn't tell from this distance, she knew the taller one's eyes were hazel, while the other's were a lighter green. How did she know this? Where has she seen them before?

They passed the girl without looking, and she became certain she had encountered them before, but they didn't seem to know her. Curious, she turned around and followed them.

"I don't know, maybe they're just picking off people on the streets so that they won't get caught," she heard one of them say, conversing with the other in hushed tones.

"Yeah, but it makes no sense," the other replied. "Why cover your tracks if you're just gonna leave the body there? There has to be something we missed."

The girl's eyebrows scrunched together. So these two were police officers, or detectives. But, if they were, she wouldn't have seen them before. Something was up.

"Maybe," his partner said with a laugh. "So, all we know is that all the victims were girls living on the streets and, thanks to Caleb, the attacker was a vampire." The girl's eyes widened as she shuffled forward, looking at the ground, but she didn't make any noise, wanting to know what they would say next. "We still aren't even close to finding it. The city is huge, and all the attacks were all in different places. How are we supposed to track the thing down?"

No longer listening, convinced the pair was insane, she noticed how they both wore multiple layers of jackets with large pockets. She bit her lip unsurely. She needed money, and they were pretty good targets, but she needed to know who they were. If she stole from them, it was only a matter of time before they figured out they were robbed, and then only a short jump to her, since she wasn't a very skilled pickpocket and had contact with the victims after she stole. She looked around the street. There were very few people around.

Do it, her internal voice whispered. Who cares who they are? You need to do it. You are more important than them.

No I'm not, she protested silently. Yet, as she disagreed, she found herself moving forward even faster than before. She bumped into the shorter one, quickly inserting her hand into one of his pockets, and pulling out his wallet, putting it into her pocket before he turned to look.

"Oh, crap!" she exclaimed, putting one of her hands over her mouth as the man turned around. "I'm sorry! I wasn't paying attention to where was going!" It was one of her better performances, or so she thought.

He looked at her, his glare cutting through her like knives. She stared at the ground uneasily.

"Wallet," he said simply, holding his hand out expectantly.

She froze, her eyes wide and her mouth opened slightly. She looked at him for a moment before running. She didn't get two steps before a hand wrapped around her wrist, tugging her back. She tried to yank it free, but she knew it was a futile attempt. He was strong, surprisingly so, and she was a skinny girl with no muscle power at all.

"Sorry, girly, but I need my wallet," he said, throwing her back to where she originally stood. She flattened herself against the wall behind her and balled her fists up in the sleeves of her sweatshirt, a nervous habit. She looked up at them for the first time, making eye contact with the taller one.

"Her eyes," the taller man said out of the blue, sounding a little shocked.

The girl reached up to touch them, blushing. She knew exactly what he was talking about. Most people had brown, green, hazel, or blue eyes, but not her. No, instead she was stuck with a deep, obvious purple. She had heard of people with violet eyes before, but she knew theirs weren't as bright as hers. Her eyes were so piercing, they were the only feature anyone ever focused on. Not her abnormally pale skin or wavy dark hair, or even her bright red lips. They were the only thing she could focus on when she looked at herself, too.

The green eyed man's eyes narrowed.

"Never seen that before," he growled. "What are you?"

"What-" she began, then it hit her. Suddenly brought to the front of her mind, she saw the ghost woman melt into a puddle, the humanoid creature burn to a crisp, the poor girl bursting into flames above the tall man's head. But this couldn't be possible. Those were dreams. Sure, they were strange and vivid, but dreams just the same. "No... No freaking way..." She whispered, not wanting to believe it.

"What are you?!" The shorter one, Dean, she remembered, roared, reaching towards her. She flinched and squeaked, trying to shrink back even more. This situation wasn't one that she was unfamiliar with. And it never ended well.

"Don't hurt me!" she pleaded quietly, eyes wide and both hands reaching up and holding onto her heart locket like it was her lifeline.

"Maybe we won't if you tell us what you are!" Dean said angrily, pulling out a knife. The girl's eyes widened and she caught a panicked sound in the back of her throat. Not again, oh God, not again.

"Maybe this isn't the best place to do this," Dean's younger brother, Sam, said, looking around uneasily. Dean, just realizing they were on a very public street, looked to see if people were watching. Luckily for him, nobody was. He looked back at the terrified girl, nodded, then grabbed her arm, dragging her towards a dark alley just a few steps away. She was silent. What was the point of pleading for her life when she didn't even have one to lose?

She was shoved up against a wall, the stone pressed into her back, and she felt the icy edge of a long knife being pressed into her neck. Dean didn't even know how pointless that gesture was.

"I will repeat myself one more time before I slit your throat. What are you?" he growled. She briefly considered not telling them about her dreams, but figured she had nothing to lose. And if they were nice, maybe, just maybe, they would give her something to eat. Her stomach made a quiet noise at the thought.

"I'm human, I swear!" she told him frantically, hoping this wouldn't turn into a fight. She couldn't win against these two. Maybe one, with luck, but they both were well trained and incredible fighters. She was neither, really. "I'm not one of those-those things you hunt!"

Dean's eyes widened and turned to look at Sam, who looked just as shocked, if not more, at her statement. Dean quickly hid his surprise and turned his attention back to the girl, putting more pressure on the knife.

"How did you know that?!" Dean asked angrily, his eyes piercing her like knives.

"I-I had dreams, alright?" she said. "The two of you fought, well, you fought monsters, like a-a ghost and a... Wendigo, I think? Your names are Sam and Dean Winchester, you're looking for your dad, John, who went missing while on a hunt. And... And that's it." She almost mentioned the last scene she had seen, but knew how much it would hurt Sam to bring up, so she kept silent. Sam and Dean exchanged a glance, seeming to agree on something, then looked back at her quizzically.

"But if you're not the monster around here, then who's killing all those people?" Sam asked after a very long silence.

She shrugged, sort of confused that he wasn't weirded out by the fact that she had dreams about the two.

"I don't know what it is," she said shyly, "but I might know where it is."

That piqued their interest. Sam and Dean exchanged a look again, then Dean dropped the knife from her throat. The girl didn't move, unsure about what they planned to do next.

"What do you mean you might know where it is?" Sam asked carefully, keeping a close eye on her.

She looked down, uncomfortable with the fact that she was alone with two boys. Sure, they seemed nice enough, but she wasn't convinced yet.

"Please," Sam said, soothingly. "This could save lives. You can help us."

She looked up, eyes wide and frightened, convinced she was going insane for what she saw.

"I saw him," she whispered, avoiding eye contact. "I saw a man, covered in blood, and I thought he might need help, so I followed him. But he wasn't limping or anything. And I saw him walk into a warehouse." She looked at the two. "He checked around before he went inside. His face was covered in blood and his teeth were points, if I remember correctly. Does any of that help?"

"Yes, it does," Dean said gruffly. "When was this?"

"Last night," she replied shakily.

"You seem to be coping with surprisingly well," he noticed. Her eyes flitted away from his.

"I'm pretty good at adjusting," she said vaguely. "And... One more thing... He saw me." She looked back up, eyes peering through her long lashes. "We made eye contact and he-he pointed at me." She lifted her head up, flitting her eyes from Sam to Dean, and back again, nervous. "He pointed and mouthed... I think he mouthed, 'you're next.'"

The pair looked at her suspiciously for a moment, not sure if they believed her.

"How do we know you aren't lying?" Dean asked.

She shrugged.

"I guess you just have to trust me?" she said, trying to sound confident, but failing miserably. Sam and Dean exchanged a look, having a quick silent conversation, ending with Dean nodding briefly.

"All right," he said. "Look-" He realized he didn't know what the girl's name was. "What's your name?"

She looked at him, unsure. What was she supposed to do? It was drilled into every child's head since preschool, 'don't give your name to strangers.' She had already shoved aside the whole, 'don't talk to strangers,' rule, though, hadn't she? But her name was uncommon. It could be dangerous to tell them it. But, somehow, this felt different. She might not trust them quite yet, but she didn't think they planned to hurt her.

"My name's Calypso."

"Last name?" Sam asked. She shook her head, fear clearly shining in her eyes for a moment.

"I don't give my last name to strangers," Calypso told Sam, looking anywhere but at him. She bit her cheek when she realized her voice had trembled. She wouldn't go back. Ever.

"All right then, Calypso," Dean said while Sam looked at her strangely. "I know this is probably hard to deal with, but I need you to trust me, ok?" She nodded solemnly. "A vampire is out to get you. My guess is more than one. You got that?" She nodded again, not looking as confused or scared as he thought she would. "You aren't safe out here. We're gonna take you to our motel room, so pack up all your stuff. I dunno how long this is gonna take. So... Gather your things I guess." He shrugged.

"Ready to go," she said, not a second after he finished. He looked taken aback.

"You-you don't have anything? Anything at all?" Sam asked. Calypso shook her head.

"No, nothing that I'm not wearing right now," she said quietly, looking down shyly at her beaten down sneakers. "I don't just hang out on the streets, I live on them."

Dean raised his eyebrows and Sam had pity and concern clear in his eyes. Of course, they figured from the moment she told them she was targeted that she was homeless. The vampires went after people on the streets so far. Why not continue the pattern?

"So, where are we going?" Calypso asked, clenching her jaw, trying not to spill too much to these two guys she just met.

"Just up the street," Dean replied quickly, picking up on the fact that she didn't want to talk about it.

"Let's go," she said, walking the way he pointed.

As she strode forward, she heard Sam snicker.

"Dude, you just tried to kill a teenage girl!" he laughed quietly.

"Shut up, Sam," Dean replied angrily. He looked at Calypso curiously. "How old are you,anyway? Eighteen?"

"You're off a few years," Calypso replied matter-of-factly over her shoulder. Dean smiled. Clearly this woman knew how to use makeup, then. "I'm only fifteen."

There was silence as Sam and Dean absorbed the information, utterly shocked, then, "You're only fifteen years old? What the hell are you doing on the streets?!" Dean asked, angry. "Why aren't you in, y'know, high school or something?"

Calypso bit her lip and clenched her fists in her sleeves. She knew this would happen, and didn't have a good answer.

"It doesn't matter," she said, straightening her spine. "Let's just... Bring down these vampires, okay?"

"...Okay."

Three hours later all three were settled in the motel room, waiting. Calypso stared out the window, playing with her necklace, lost in thought.

"That's a nice necklace," Sam observed. Calypso looked down fondly at the large silver pendant at the end of the long chain. It was beautiful, a heart with amethysts dotted around, creating a rippling affect. "It's a locket, actually," she said, demonstrating how it opened to reveal the photograph of a smiling woman with shimmering black hair like Calypso's and twinkling blue eyes that seemed to pierce any person who set eyes upon them. The woman was smiling down at a young girl, maybe three years old, with violet eyes and the same black hair, hiding behind the woman's leg. "I've had it since I was six. It feels like it's a part of me, now," she said, smiling nostalgically.

"Who's that?" Dean asked. Calypso's eyes softened.

"She's my mother," she said, not taking her eyes off of the picture. There was a small silence.

"Something happened to her, didn't it?" Sam asked gently. Calypso's small smile faded.

"She... She passed away when I was young," she said. Feeling her eyes water, she turned, looking out the window again. Sam got up and joined her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, making her tense up and step backwards, which in turn caused Sam's hand to go back to his side.

"I'm sorry," Sam said in the same tone as before. "Dean and I, our Mom did, too."

She looked up at him with tears in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered. There was a moment of nostalgia before Dean cleared his throat.

"Well, that little chat was great and all, but I'm dying for some food," Dean said, getting up. "You two want anything?"

"I doubt I could keep anything down," Calypso said, shaking her head.

"You're that full, huh?" Dean joked.

"Oh, no, not exactly," she said, blushing. "More like I'm that hungry."

"Are you kidding me?" Dean asked, frozen by the door. "When was the last time you've eaten?"

"A week ago, I think," Calypso replied, not sounding like she cared. "It's hard to keep track, really." Before either of the brothers could react, they heard a feminine scream from the hallway. Calypso spun around to look at the door, eyes wide and her right hand at the waist of her jeans. Dean turned to her quickly.

"Stay in here until we come back," he said hurriedly. "If anything, other than us, comes knocking, use this to fend them off." He placed a machete on the bed. "Aim for the head." Then both he and Sam were gone.

Calypso looked around nervously, her eyes flitting from one place to the next without really taking anything in. She strode up to the bed and took the machete on it in her hands, holding the handle like it was her lifeline. Her breath came in short little gasps. This wasn't something she was used to. Vampires? Seriously? She wasn't scared for herself, though, but the two brothers that went out to defend her without knowing anything about her. She couldn't care less about what happened to her, really.

She heard a yell from somewhere down the hall from her room and tensed, hoping things were going okay. As she took a deep breath to steady herself, she heard the startling sound of glass shattering from right behind her. She gasped and spun around to see a large man with brown eyes and scarily red lips picking the glass off of his shirt, another man crawling in through the now broken window behind him.

Calypso squeaked and tried to get to the door, but the second man was already blocking it. She backed up against the wall, holding the machete between her and the two vampires.

"Hello, sweetie," one of them said, creeping closer. "You've gotten yourself in a lot of trouble, haven't you?"

"Don't touch me!" she said, surprisingly steadily, her hands turning white from gripping her weapon too hard.

"Oh, don't worry," he said, a terrifying smile on his face. "We don't plan to kill you quite yet. Our master wants you alive so he can kill you himself." He clucked his tongue, shaking his head. "Bad idea to get those two hunters involved, honey. He's gonna kill you nice and slow."

"He might have a bit of trouble with that," Calypso said before lunging at him. She knew it was a futile attempt from the moment she sprung at him. She was too small, he was too big, and she wasn't holding the machete right. The vampire hit her arm, making her drop her weapon, then grabbed her other and flung her against the wall. She hit it hard and sunk to the ground, seeing four vampires instead of two. One crept up to her and, without saying a word, wrapped his hand around her neck, and lifted her up while keeping her against the wall. She kicked futilely at him, black spots dotting her vision. He was laughing, saying something, but she couldn't understand what. She felt herself slipping under, like so many times before, but then the grip around her neck was gone, and she was a pile on the ground. She looked up, breathing heavily, as she watched Sam and Dean take on the two vampires, a blur of silver blades.

She slowly stood up, clutching the bed as if it was her lifeline, and saw Dean finish off his vampire, its head hitting the ground and rolling up to her, its eyes blank and glassy. Seeing its partner dead, the other vampire let out a scream.

"This isn't over!" he screeched before diving out the window. Dean rushed to follow him, but turned back, shaking his head. It was gone.

"You okay?" he asked Calypso.

"Yeah," she replied hoarsely. She coughed, trying to breathe again. "I'm fine."

"I didn't think they would come through the window," Dean said regretfully. "I'm sorry we weren't here to help you."

"Really, it's just fine," Calypso said. "You got here eventually. What happened out there?"

"There were two others," Sam began to explain, wiping blood off his blade. "They attacked the lady at the front desk. I guess it was to get Dean and me out, so the other two could come in here to kill you."

"To capture me, actually," Calypso interrupted.

"Huh?"

"The 'master,' or so they called him, is mad because I told you where he is," she replied calmly in the quiet voice that she always used. "He wants me alive so he can kill me himself, as slowly as he wants." She laughed bitterly. "Somehow, I don't think that plan is gonna work."

Sam and Dean exchanged looks, unsure what she meant. They finally brushed the remark off, and set to creating a new plan.

"Do you think they'd stay in the same place they were in when she saw them?" Sam asked Dean as they finished packing up their things.

"Maybe," he replied, throwing a bag over his shoulder. "If they are in the same place, they must be pretty sure we can't breach it. But it's worth a shot." He turned to Calypso. "Do you think you could get us there?"

She nodded, getting up.

"I'm ready whenever you are," she said.

"Let's go."

They pulled into the alley next to the building a few minutes later. It was just as Calypso remembered, from its cracked windows to its graffitied outdoor walls. She watched as a man walked out of the shadows towards the door, looking around anxiously.

"That's it," she pointed out from the front seat of the impala. "And that's the vampire who survived."

"Perfect," Dean said, unbuckling. "Sam and I are going in. Stay here and don't move."

"I'm sorry, did you just say I'm staying here?" Calypso said angrily, much louder than usual. She wasn't going to be left out of this. "Don't you remember thirty minutes ago when you told me to do the same thing? Because that worked out SO WELL! No, I'm coming with you!" She didn't wait for either of them to say otherwise, instead opening the door and climbing out of the car.

"Didn't expect her to react like that," Dean muttered, climbing out after her. She was waiting by the trunk, where she had seen him and Sam put away their weapons earlier.

She turned to him and opened her mouth to start yelling at him again, but before she could, he began to speak.

"Look, you have a point," he said. "But there are a lot more vampires in there than just the one that survived at the motel." He chose his next words carefully. "Sam and I, we have more experience with this than you do. We can handle this."

"I can help!" she insisted.

"Just stay in the car."

"No!"

Dean sighed.

"Fine," he said. Calypso smiled triumphantly. It was almost too easy.

Click.

Calypso looked down in shock at the silver circle that had just been fastened around her wrist, her smile fading. Anxiety was quickly taking over her joy.

"You didn't give me a choice," Dean told her. "I'm not letting you face a nest of vampires." He pulled her back to the car by the handcuffs. She didn't struggle. She was familiar with handcuffs, and the memories she had with them were ones she kept securely in the back of her mind, ones she didn't want to remember.

Dean pushed her into the passenger seat, then leaned over her to close the second loop in the handcuffs around the steering wheel with a click. She stared straight ahead, not looking at Sam or Dean, angry at both them and the fact that she was sitting out the fight in the car.

"Look, I'm sorry, but you didn't give me much of a choice here," Dean said. She clenched her jaw, not looking at him. He sighed in exasperation. "We'll be back in a little bit. Don't worry. This isn't your fight." He shut the door and joined Sam at the entry into the building.

"Like hell it isn't!" Calypso exclaimed as soon as they were out of sight, rattling the handcuffs. She growled. "I am going to get out of these if it kills me!"

Meanwhile, Sam and Dean were walking around inside the building, trying to find their way through the confusing interior of the building, wondering why they haven't seen any vampires yet. Sam turned to Dean, questioning if they were in the right place, but Dean was too focused on his work to notice. As they carefully made their way down the hall, a shadow rushed out of the darkness, jumping on Sam.

"Sam!" Dean yelled as he watched the vampire knock his brother's skull against the ground, knocking him out. Dean swung his machete down at the vampire's neck, and succeeded in removing its head. Yet, as Dean succeeded in killing the first vampire, three more emerged from what seemed to be nowhere, surrounding him. Dean looked around, trying to clear his mind, become brave, but there were too many, and there was only one of him. So this was how he was going to go. So be it. At least he knew he wasn't going down without a fight. Then he remembered he locked poor fifteen year old Calypso in the car, handcuffed to the steering wheel without a weapon, easy prey for the vampires. Well, damn it.

He turned from one vampire to the next, unwilling to keep one behind his back for too long. One showed off her impressive sharpened fangs with a hiss, while the other two smiled evilly.

"Stand down," a powerful voice sounded from the shadows. A tall figure came forward, his face regal and twisted at the same time. "So, you're one of the hunters that poor, frightened little Calypso ran to for help." Dean blinked, trying not to look as shocked as he felt. "Oh, yes. You're confused as to why I know her name." He smiled, showing perfectly white teeth, his brown eyes staring at Dean without amusement. "You see, we seek out our prey months before we actually feed off of them. You'd be surprised what I know about the girl. Quite interesting, really."

"I'm just gonna take a guess here," Dean said, sounding confident. "You're big daddy vamp of this charming group, which is missing three because Sam and I, we killed them."

"Yes, which is a minor situation, in which someone needs to be punished," the vampire continued, combing through his already slicked back platinum hair. "But that needs not be you or your brother, boy. I only insist on having the girl." His eyes gleamed. "I want to taste her crimson blood in my mouth and hear her begging for mercy, the little coward. I want to watch her die. And if you give her to me, I will let you go free and my nest will move to a new town, and never bother anyone in your charming family again."

"You're monologuing," Dean pointed out.

"Enough of the attitude, boy!" the vampire yelled, stepping forward threateningly. "I hold your life in my hands, and all you have to do is agree to give me the girl! Or else I kill you and your brother almost as slowly as I kill her when I find her!"

"You know what?" Dean said. "Bite me!"

"What a shame," the vampire said. "Knock him out!"

The three vampires lunged forward, all at once. Dean swung wildly with his machete and succeeded in taking one of the attacking vampires head's off. The other two backed off slightly, snarling. They stared at Dean, who stared back aggressively. Then they pounced again. Dean swung again and missed, just barely. Then he swung another time, hitting a vampire's neck again, successfully detaching its head from his body. But as the head hit the floor, the last vampire tackled him from behind, pinning him down on the ground. She hissed as she punched him, once, then twice, then three times, all very good punches. Dean fell back, dizzy, and vaguely heard the master vampire give the remaining member of his group an order.

"Go find the girl," he said. "And when you do, bring her to me. I will end her life tonight. No more waiting!"

"Yes master."

No, Dean thought woozily, I have to protect the damn teenager.

Then he blacked out.

Sam woke up chained to a wall, in a large gray room, set up as an office, or so he assumed. He turned his head to his left side and found Dean, already awake, looking around with sharp eyes. Dean glanced over at him, noticing he was conscious. He tried to remember what happened, but all he remembered was walking through the hallway then a black blur.

"Oh, glad to see you're both awake!" came a deep voice from the doorway. Sam looked up to see a man with platinum blond hair and dark eyes.

"Sam, this is big Daddy vamp. Head of the nest that we almost completely wiped out." Dean said.

"Yes, all but one member, I'm afraid," Daddy vamp said, coming closer. "For that, you will both have to pay. But perhaps I could make your deaths much quicker if you give me some information. You see, I sent the last vampire in my nest out to find your little friend, Calypso. She hasn't returned yet, and I sent her about an hour ago. I must assume that Calypso is evading her somehow. So I need her location."

"And as I said before, we aren't cooperating." Dean cut in.

"I wasn't going to ask you," Daddy vamp laughed. "I already know your answer. I was asking your brother. So, will you tell me where your little coward is?"

"No," Sam growled. "You'll never find her. She's long gone."

"What a shame," Daddy vamp said, coming even closer, underneath one of the many uncovered large square vents. "I suppose, then, that you are no use to me, and I will have to hunt her down myself." He smiled and uncovered his fangs. "Say goodbye, boys." Daddy Vamp strode towards Sam while Dean struggled to get released from the handcuffs in one last attempt to save his brother.

Squeak.

The noise came from above the vampire, who looked up, a perplexed look on his face. After a few seconds of silence, he dismissed the sound as a problem with the vents. He turned back to Sam, angry that the noise interrupted his dramatic moment. Then the vent above the vampire came crashing down on top of him.

It hit him squarely on the head, knocking him underneath the large hunk of metal with barely enough time to let out a cry of rage. Sam and Dean stared at the vent blankly for what seemed to stretch for a lifetime before a certain black haired violet eyed girl crawled out, a cut stretching almost all the way across her forehead and blood on her sweatshirt, along with multiple dirt smudges. And yet, she was smiling, her eyes shining like stars as she stood up and dusted herself off. She coughed as a dust cloud went up around her. She was about to go and help Sam and Dean get free when a shadow appeared behind her.

"Calypso!" Sam yelled.

She spun around and, seeing Daddy Vamp's figure, jumped to the side. The vampire who was so put together and perfect before now had hair sticking up in every direction and a dirty face, and his clothes were all torn.

"You BITCH!" he exploded. Calypso shrunk back and squeaked at the pure fury in his voice. "I'll kill you slowly! I will listen to you plead for your life as it fades away!"

The vampire displayed his fangs and lunged at her, and she dived out of the way barely in time. She looked around for anything she could possibly break the Winchester's chains with, but she knew it would take time to pick the locks, which she didn't have right now. Daddy Vamp jumped towards her again, and she scrambled up the bookshelf behind her, maybe not the steadiest ladder, but an affective one.

"You can't run forever!" Daddy Vamp yelled.

"Well, I can try!" she called back. Then she felt the bookshelf tremble under her feet. She looked down to see Daddy Vamp shaking it, getting ready to push it down, taking her down with it. Calypso jumped down before it could fall, landing and rolling onto her feet. She turned back to the bookshelf, but Daddy Vamp wasn't there. Panicking, she turned in circles, trying to find her attacker, which wasn't there. She turned to Sam and Dean, still chained to the wall, and took a few steps forward, unsurely. Nothing happened. More confident, she moved forward faster without stopping. Then, just a few steps before the pair, she felt a force collide into her side, knocking her to the ground, pinned underneath it. She looked up into the eyes of Daddy Vamp, who looked furious. She struggled to get him off her, but he outweighed her by a hundred pounds or so, and she knew it was impossible to get free unless he shifted his weight, even slightly.

"I will tear you apart!" he growled. Then his eyes lit up slightly. "No. No, I have a much better idea than that." Judging by the crazed look in his eyes and the wide smile on his face, she didn't think she would enjoy this idea. "I will turn you into one of my kind."

"No!" Dean and Sam both exclaimed from the wall. Calypso merely squeaked and struggled harder.

"Oh, yes," he said, his smile growing wider by the second. "I will turn you, and then I will keep you forever in here, my little chew toy that won't die until I let it. Yes, I like this plan." Calypso shook, trapped underneath him, her eyes wide. She made a small terrified sound in the back of her throat as he laughed sadistically.

"Please, don't hurt me!" Calypso pleaded. She vaguely heard the sound of chains rattling as Sam and Dean made their last effort to get free. Daddy Vamp growled.

"You girls are all the same," he said angrily. "You're all cowards. Cowards who beg for their life and don't even fight for it!" She whimpered. "You can't face the future with bravery! You are a coward who can't deal with pain or any sort of suffering! I have personally watched you for the last five days, and I know you are a weak coward who gives up much too easily!"

Without another word, he brought his wrist up to his mouth and cut it, not holding her right arm down anymore.

She took her chance.

In a moment, she was on top of him, holding a shiny knife up to his throat.

"Then you obviously don't know me very well," she said angrily, before slicing downward. Daddy Vamp was no more.

She stood up slowly, breathing heavily, cleaning the blood off her blade. She looked at Sam and Dean, both of which looked majorly shocked and gave a small, shy smile.

"That was close," she said, loving the adrenaline rush and the speed of the fight. "Are you two okay?"

"Uh, yeah," Sam said, still processing what just happened. "How did you do that? And where did the knife come from?"

She came over to them.

"He shifted his weight so he could cut his hand," she explained, "So all I needed to do was give a little push, then I was pinning him down." She looked at the Winchester's handcuffs. "And I always keep the knife in my jean pocket. I just pulled it out. I fight better using a knife than a machete."

"How did you get out of the handcuffs?" Dean asked.

She smiled slightly and pulled something out of her hair.

"Bobby pins," she explained. "They work on most locks and handcuffs. That should include these."

"'Should,' that's just wonderful." Dean said sarcastically.

"You should be glad of that 'should,' Dean," Calypso said, beginning to work on Sam's. "This barely worked in your car, and I had to face down a vampire while handcuffed to the steering wheel!"

"Wait, so the vampire did find you?" Dean asked.

"Of course she did!" Calypso said, not taking her eyes off her work. "And it was a surprise to her when I took her head off. And I realized if they sent one after me, you two morons must have been in danger. It took me a few more minutes after that to get the damn cuffs off, then I ran into the building. I saw the head vampire outside a door, and I figured you guys must have been in there, but I wasn't taking him on directly. So I climbed into the vents."

"And then you saw him coming to kill us, and took down the vent," Sam finished for her as she clicked open the lock. He walked forward, away from the chains. "That was smart."

"I figured he wasn't expecting it," she said modestly, moving onto Dean.

"But the whole terrified little girl thing... Was that an act?" Dean asked.

"I needed to get close enough to chop off his head, and playing along seemed like the only way," she said. "He wasn't as scary as he thought he was."

Dean's eyebrows furrowed.

"Did you do the same thing to us when we caught you pickpocketing me?" he wondered.

She paused in her work for a moment, then continued even quicker.

"No," Calypso said, weight on her voice. "That wasn't an act. I thought you were going to give me to the police."

It was silent as she finished setting Dean free.

"That was impressive," Dean said as he took a few steps forward.

"What, the lock picking?" Calypso asked, her hands by her sides. "I've done that since I was a kid."

"No," he said. "The entire thing was impressive. Where did you learn to fight like that?"

She froze and a picture of a blond man with red eyes yelling flashed in her head. She shook her head quickly, regaining her focus.

"I guess you just learn a lot of stuff on the streets," she said shakily, knowing her lie wasn't convincing at all. But the Winchesters didn't question it, knowing there were some things she wouldn't talk about.

They got to motel a little while later, after taking care of the vampire bodies. Calypso stood in the doorway unsurely, her hands covered by the sleeves of her sweatshirt.

Sam looked over at her.

"Well, come on in," he said, motioning with his hands.

"Look, thanks for everything," Calypso said, looking at her feet. "But I don't want to intrude on your lives any more than I already have. I just... Maybe I should get going. I don't want to bother you." She looked up to find both Sam and Dean staring at her.

"But... What are you going to do?" Sam asked. "Starve slowly on the streets again?"

She nodded sadly.

"Probably, yeah," she said sadly. "Don't have much of a choice, do I?"

Sam looked at Dean, who looked just as pained as Sam felt.

"Look, Callie," Dean began. "I can call you Callie, right?" She nodded. "I think... Maybe it would be okay to bring you with us for a while, just until you find a job or some sort of stable source of money."

She looked up at him, her eyes shining and a look of pure amazement on her face.

"Are-are you serious?" she asked softly.

"Completely," Dean answered.

Calypso smiled, the first true smile she had created in years, and laughed, a beautiful, pure, sound, and neither Dean nor Sam had any doubt in their mind that this was the right thing to do.

"Thank you!" Calypso said, clasping her hands together. "Thank you so much!"

Sam and Dean both smiled at her pure happiness as she came into the room.

"Now, have some dinner," Dean said, tossing a bag of trail mix to her.

A few hours later, Calypso was falling asleep on the floor, a strangely comfortable bed for her. Sam and Dean were watching something on TV that she didn't care about, when she remembered what they asked about much earlier.

"Daemgelus," she said sleepily.

"Huh?" asked a tired Dean.

"Daemgelus," she repeated. "It's my-" she yawned. "It's my last name." Then she fell fast asleep.

Sam looked over at Dean, and took out his laptop. He opened the internet and typed in "Daemgelus," in the search bar. To his surprise, hundreds of news articles came up.

"Mother Brutally Murdered in Front of Daughter," Sam read for Dean. They exchanged horrified looks. "It's from 1996."

"Read the article." Dean demanded.

Sam nodded.

"It says that a woman named Annabella Daemgelus was tortured and beaten to death - wait, no, stabbed after being tortured and beaten - in her own home," Sam summarized. "And it was right in front of her daughter-" Sam paled. "Her daughter Calypso."

"Oh my God," Dean said as Sam turned the laptop around to show him a picture of the same woman in the locket with her daughter and husband, a man with blond hair, brown eyes, and a sincere smile. Sam turned the laptop back to him and continued summarizing the article.

"The murder was on Callie's birthday, when she turned six years old... She was being tortured by the murderer before her mother came in from the store to find her... She tried to defend Callie, but the guy overpowered her and took her life before Callie's father, Richard, came home from taking a walk... He took out his gun by the door and scared the guy away, but not soon enough... The murderer was wearing all black, but neither Callie nor her Dad could see under the hood... Callie was put in the hospital for two weeks to recover from knife wounds, head trauma and multiple broken bones... In this article written a month after the murder, it says she didn't talk very much afterwards, and was seeing a therapist to try to recover... Fourth dead family member since she was born." Sam looked up at Dean. "That's... That's enough to scar a kid for their entire life."

Dean blinked a couple times, taking in the new information, then looked confused.

"Is her dad still alive?" he asked.

"As far as I can tell, yes," Sam said, clicking on a few other articles and websites.

"Then why isn't she living with him?" Dean mused. "Maybe she ran away?"

"I don't see anything here that would make her run away," Sam said, still looking around. "She was gifted in school, a grade level above where she was supposed to be and still top of her class. A bunch of dead family members, but the deaths seem innocent enough." Sam clicked around some more. "Most of them died from diseases or accidents, all in different places around the country." He looked at Dean. "I don't think there's anything supernatural there." He closed his laptop. "As far as I can tell, she's just a really unlucky kid."

"Great." Dean said. "Less complicated for us." He turned off the light. "Time to go to bed. I'm exhausted."

Sam agreed and the two of them flopped back onto their pillows and went to sleep without a second thought.

They had no clue what they were getting themselves into.