It had to be 3 o'clock in the morning by now, and neither of them was enjoying each other's company. The urge for sleep becoming too relentless for even a small joke that didn't involve hurt feelings of the other.

"Sam, there is nothing here! This is just a sick serial killer snacking on a bunch of helpless vics, alright? Ever heard of Jeffrey Dahmer? Can we please go back to the motel now?" Even though the 'please' had a thick layer of sarcasm coated on it, Dean was set on returning to his 'baby', a '67 Chevy Impala.

"Something just isn't right about this, Dean. This doesn't feel like some psycho." Sam replied, still looking around the deserted street with his flashlight in hand.

"It never feels like some psycho to you, Sam!"

"Well, how often is it?"

"This one has to be, Sammy. I haven't seen anything that even remotely looks fishy, and we've been here for three days."

"Okay, I admit this isn't exactly the most exciting case but-"

"Exciting doesn't have anything to do with it. Hell, I'm happy with no excitement because it means that we get a break. Okay? So let's get out of here."

Sam took one last quick sweep with his flashlight and sighed. "Alright. Fine. Let's go."

"Thank yo-", Dean was cut off by a sudden bump against his left thigh, as was Sam. The only thing they saw was someone running past them, dressed in a black pull-over hoodie, the hood pulled over their head and navy blue jeans.

"What was that?" Sam asked, pointing the steady beam of light after the person. He looked back at Dean who seemed to be patting his left butt-cheek.

"It stole my wallet!" He shouted, anger bubbling up in his gruff voice.

Sam touched his back pocket, also discovering that his own wallet was long gone. Before he reacted, Dean was already hot on the trail of the little thief. "Dean! Wait up!" Sam shouted as he ran after the two of them.

Dean, of course, wasn't going to slow down anytime soon. Not until the little bastard that stole his wallet was in his hands. Dean's own flashlight never left the person's back as he began closing in. The thief took a hard right turn into an old alley and Dean didn't hesitate to follow. He saw that the alley had a wall at the end, blocking any escape that the thief had in mind.

"Where ya gonna run now, you little bastard?" Dean shouted in jagged breaths, exhausted now.

"Don't get so cocky old man!" The thief called back. But the voice. It was that of a child. A teenager in fact, but what really caught him off guard was that it came from a girl. The confusion on Dean's face evaporated as he saw what the thief had in mind. He saw her look up at the fire escape ladder, which had to be a good 20 feet high. Dean just shook his head.

"No way."

With that, she took off in a full sprint.

The thief leaped onto the dumpster lid, landing with a loud clang. Then, without hesitation, she spun towards the wall, jumping to grab a windowsill and pushed herself off with such agility that Dean stood there stunned.

"Son of a bitch…"

She grabbed the bottom rung of the ladder and began climbing like a mad monkey on a mission. Then she found out the hard way that the ladder hadn't been used, or maintained, for decades, and the rust had weakened the screws that held the ladder together so much that they snapped. The thief was sent hurling to the ground, the ladder after her. It was by sheer luck that the ladder didn't land on her completely. She landed hard on her back, causing the wind to explode from her lungs. The ladder then landed on her arm, causing two, deep gashes about a foot apart from each other to form. One, on her forearm, closer to their wrist, and the other just above her elbow. They were both located on her right arm. The thief would have screamed if she had any air left, so instead she just lay there, unable to move and in astonishing pain.

"Smooth kid. Real smooth." Dean said as he began approaching. "You really had me going there for a while. I thought I would have to hunt you down."

The thief rolled over slowly on her hand and knees, holding her right arm against her stomach as she gasped for air, blood pooling under her as it dripped from her injured arm. She didn't even notice as the hood was ripped from her head, revealing long, light brown hair.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He shouted, his voice shaking with anger.

She was still gasping for air, but slowly got to her feet, wincing. Her bones felt like they had found new places in her body. Her ribs especially felt like they were scattered throughout her. Finally able to control most of her breathing, she looked up at Dean, her throat raw. From the corner of her eye, she saw Sam emerge from the mouth of the alley.

"Trying to get you two to follow me. At least to here…I was actually planning on losing you at the ladder." She said, pausing in between words to catch her breath. She finally opened her eyes, as they were clenched tight, fighting the pain. They were beautiful. A stunning, shimmering green. Almost inhuman.

Dean just looked at her in blank confusion for a long moment as Sam came up behind him. "What the hell?" Sam asked, looking from her, to Dean, and back to her.

"I know, right!" Dean replied, looking to his brother, and then focusing back on the girl.

"Why did you take our wallets?" Sam asked, dealing with the news a lot better than Dean was.

"I was trying to save your life. Which I did pretty well." She said, holding her arm painfully, though hiding the look from her face with incredible enthusiasm.

"Save our lives? How?" Dean asked.

"There was a Ghoul circling you guys. It looked pretty hungry, and it looked like it was looking for a reward for finding the Winchesters. Could you please take the flashlight out of my face? Good Lord, I feel like I'm being blinded!"

"Oh, sorry," Sam said, redirecting the flashlight to a more comfortable position.

"You know about monsters? And us?"

"Of course. I grew up listening about all kinds of monsters. My brother and father were hunters. And knowing about you guys, well, you aren't very subtle."

The boys looked at each other and both of them shrugged. They looked back at the girl and Dean said, "So, why didn't you just come up and tell us about the Ghoul instead of stealing our wallets unless you intended on keeping them?"

She sighed, "Okay, granted, the wallets were kind of a bonus at the time. I didn't think that you guys would have a freak attack. I just hoped that you would chase me a while until we were safe. But Dean had to go all Hulk on me."

"What do you expect? Never steal a hunter's wallet unless you want your face beaten in, as I always say." Dean said with a cocky smile, which was only rewarded by Sam rolling his eyes and the girl just staring at him like he was an idiot. "What?" Dean asked, confusion coming across his face once again.

"If that ladder hadn't broken, I would be long gone and you would be standing here with a dumb look on your face. Like that one." She said, referring to his face in general.

Sam laughed, but cleared his throat after getting a mad look from Dean.

"So, you would steal another hunter's wallet? That's a whole new low." Dean said, his eyes narrowing, looking the girl over, trying to figure her out. She couldn't be more than sixteen.

"Well, what do you expect me to do? I need to put money toward my new car fund." She said, trying to sound like a normal teenager.

"Kid, you need to grow up. Stealing from a hunter will get you killed. Maybe not by us, but maybe the next guys."

"Okay, okay. Point made." She said, just trying to get him to back off.

Sam sighed at the two of them. "Look, you now our names, so what's yours?" He asked, trying to change the subject.

"Robyn. Robyn McKenzie. I'm a friend of Bobby Singer's." She said with a smile, despite the searing pain in her arm that made her feel like she was either going to pass out, or puke. Given the fact that she hadn't eaten since breakfast yesterday, she figured that passing out was her best guess. She noticed a look shared between the two of them and her eyes narrowed. "What? You guys know Bobby too, right?"

"Yeah…" Dean said. It looked like a shadow passed over his face at just the sound of Bobby's name.

"Let's get you to a hospital. You look like you're about to fall over."

"I can't go to a hospital." She said suddenly.

"Why not?"

"I just can't, okay?"

"Where are your parents? They need to take you."

"They are working a job." She said sharply.

"Okay, fine. We will take you back to the motel and fix you up there. It doesn't look that bad."

At the motel:

"Okay…I lied. It looks really bad." Sam said as he started stitching up her arm. He was impressed though. Every now and then she would let a tiny wince slip by. "And that ladder was rusty. I think you might need a tetanus shot." He suggested firmly.

"I told you, I'm not going to a hospital."

"Why the hell not?" Dean asked, looking up at the both of them from his flask.

"Because I really don't like hospitals…" That was all she offered them. "Look, I don't need the shot. I'll be fine. Just wrap me up and I'll be in perfect health."

Sam sighed as he finished stitching her up. The wounds were bleeding less than before, but it still was a bad sight. He wrapped her arm up tightly in gauze, causing her to once again wince.

"Look kid, you don't have to act all tough about it. I know it's gotta hurt. Those were almost cut to the bone. If it was Sammy here, he'd be crying like a baby. A really tall, big baby." Dean said as he walked over and sat down at the coffee table with the two of them.

"Shut up, Dean." Sam said, glancing over at Robyn who had a slight smile on her face. She tried moving her arm around a little bit, but it was painful in the majority of positions she put it in.

"So, how do you know about the Ghouls? What are they doing here? We weren't anywhere near a graveyard, and Ghouls only really eat the dead." Sam said, looking at Dean with an 'I told you so' look plastered on his face. Dean didn't seem to notice. His mind was elsewhere.

"Something really weird is going on in this town. The Ghouls aren't eating dead people anymore. They are working with Rugarus now. Because Rugarus don't exactly look human they don't have the element of surprise that Ghouls have, since they shift into other people and stuff. So the Ghouls and the Rugarus have this deal that the Ghouls lure people into specified places and they have themselves a little dinner party. There are two Rugarus and three Ghouls that I know of that are a part of this."

"Wow. How did you find all this out? Did your father or brother help at all?"

"No. I'm just good at what I do."

"So you're a hunter too?"

She nodded.

Something told Sam that she was hiding something, but for now they were all too tired to care, including Robyn.

"When I brought up Bobby…you guys got really weird. Is he alright?" She asked cautiously, afraid of the answer.

There was a long pause before Dean finally said something. "Bobby died. Months ago."

The sudden pain that flashed through her eyes was more than the wounds one her arms could even come close to.

"We are really sorry." Sam added softly, touching her hand to try and comfort her.

She pulled her hand away. "How? How did he die?" She asked, looking away from them both.

There was a long pause before Sam finally opened his mouth, "He was shot."

"By what?" There was no hesitation in her question.

"A Leviathan." Dean answered.

Her jaw clenched. She couldn't believe it. She always looked up to Bobby, like he was invincible. Nothing could hurt him. Until now.

"Do you want to stay here? Until your family gets back from hunting?" Sam suggested.

Robyn looked a little surprised but then nodded. "Okay." She said.

"Tomorrow we are going to gank a few Ghouls and Rugarus. And here I thought this was the least exciting city on the planet. Silly me." Dean said as he took one more long swig from Bobby's old, worn out flask.