Recap

I had poked my head out of my window as I first heard the sound of glass breaking. Then I watched as Dean began to slam something on his trunk, then finally I saw him break down which was the hardest to watch. I moved away from my window in case he looked up and saw me staring but as I moved away something warm spread through my body as I felt my body go stiff.

Don't fight this. The voice was the same as before. I wanted to move my head to see if I could see who it was but all I saw was a brilliant light then nothing.

Chapter One: November 4, 1998

The bus slowly pulled up towards the St. Lois terminal and I couldn't keep the tears, that were filling my eyes, from falling. I had just left my home and I was now on my own. I still didn't know entirely sure why I had to head this way. But as I stepped inside the terminal someone tapped on my shoulder.

"Oh, I'm sorry," the man that tapped my shoulder said when I turned around. "I thought you were someone else." His eyes were the soft color of spearmint toothpaste and his hair resembled raw yellow cake mix.

"It's okay." I said trying to smile but more tears fell from my hazel eyes.

"Oh, whats the matter?" The man looked to be in his late twenties and his strangely white teeth was pulling up red flags into my brain screaming at me to not go with him what ever I did. "Let me buy you a hot chocolate. You look like you need some."

"Thanks, but..." Suddenly a large man walked up and wrapped an arm around me pulling me in close.

"There you are sweetie," The man's voice was deep but sweet and comforting. "You're mother and I were worried that you missed your bus."

"Uh...I don-"

"Don't worry about it. I hope next time we send you to your grandparents they'll be sane enough to tell us what bus number you were on."

"Sorry sir, didn't notice she belonged to you." The younger man's aura felt different. Colder. More sinister. "Hope you have a safe trip." The man that now lead me away quickly tightened his grip on my shoulders and we walked outside towards a small truck.

"Get in and don't fight me." The man said opening the passenger side door. I was shaking when I got in thinking I should better listen or I'll never see the next day. "Don't worry, I ain't gonna hurt you." I started to tear up again, as fear flowed through them. "Name's Jack."

"Are you going to hurt me?" I asked trying to get as far away from the man what was now driving down the interstate.

"No, I'm trying to save your life." He said his soft gray eyes were calming as I finally relaxed into his passenger seat. "Now, you have family here I can take you to?" I shook my head tears spilling out of my eyes and into my lap. "Then why are you here in St. Lois?"

"I don't know." I whined placing my face in my hands and letting the tears come flying out. I know I felt foolish to break down in front of a complete stranger, but I couldn't handle the emotions, being by myself in a place I only visited once or twice when I was little, riding in a truck with a complete stranger who said he was saving my life.

"Hey, don't cry please." Jack said pulling off to the side of the road and began to rub my back which I stiffened. "Sorry, was just trying to com-"

"It's not that." I said looking up into Jack's friendly gray eyes. "It's just I hurt my back a couple of weeks ago and it's still tender."

Jack nodded and looked at the road that stretched in front of us. "You going to tell me your name? Or would I have to earn it?"

"Christina." I said my eyes finally drying up from lack of tears.

"No last name?" I shook my head, and Jack nodded. "Far enough I didn't give you mine...So where are you from Christina?"

"Oklahoma."

"Any specific place in Oklahoma?"

"It doesn't matter, I'm not going back." My eyes darkened and Jack nodded slowly.

"Very well, then." Jack pulled back onto the interstate and took the first exit only to get back on in the opposite direction. "You look like you need something to eat. When was the last time you ate something?"

"Dinner...three nights ago." Jack nearly slammed on his breaks and I looked up at him his eyes full of concern.

"You haven't eaten for two days? Instead of buying food for which you need to survive on you bought yourself a bus ticket?"

"I didn't buy a bus ticket. I didn't have any money. I snuck on while the bus driver was busy helping a couple find their bus."

"I have half a mind to take you to the nearest police station. In fact I should. You need to get back to your parents."

"My parents are dead." My eyes were filling up with more tears now. That was quick. "I don't have anyone. Please don't make me go back."

Jack was looking at me wondering why I was so desperate to get out of Oklahoma for. "How old are you?"

"I turned 14 on Friday." I said and Jack's eyes lowered before pulling into a small fifty style diner.

"Come on," Jack said turning off his car after putting it into park. "Let's get you something to eat."

~MLSF~

My eyes went wide as Jack carefully lead me to a small booth just inside the door. Several of the older gentleman had waved as soon as they saw him and Jack politely waved back.

"How you doing Jack," a perky older woman with soft blue eyes and brown hair that was starting to be speckled with white and gray. "Who's your friend?"

"Christina." He said and I don't know why but I flinched. "Bring out a cup of Hot chocolate please."

"Will do Jack." the waitress said with a wink at me, but I lowered my head and pulled my arms closer towards my body felling my brown hair fall in front of my face.

"So, can you tell me more about yourself?"

"What do you want to know?" I asked glancing wearily around as a figure walked in their hood covering their head. Jack who watched me looked uncomfortable as well.

"Well, for starters," he said shifting slightly in his seat as he pulled out a book and a flask, in my mind thinking he was going to take notes. "What made you leave Oklahoma?"

"Like I said in the car. I don't know why I came here." I bit my lip before smiling up at the waitress who set the hot chocolate in front of me and a coffee in front of Jack. Who handed her the flask which she looked over at the hooded figure before silently nodding. "What's-"

Jack placed a finger on his lips telling me to keep quiet. "There's got to be a reason behind the fact you came all this way to Oklahoma."

"Well," I stared at my hot chocolate. "I guess I just had a feeling to come here."

"And sneaking on the bus?" Jack's eyes narrowed like a father scolding a child.

My cheeks burned with embarrassment. I never broken the law and his expression softened a little. "It was like I was told to jump in that bus. I didn't know where I was going but I had to." Suddenly the diner was filled with a loud painful scream and the waitress that took our order was tossed, by the air, and fell behind the counter with a loud cry of pain and a snap from bones hitting the counter top. Jack, and the several other patrons in the diner stood up each having a similar flask as Jack's.

"Get down now!" Jack barked at me and I slid underneath the table as I saw feet running towards the hooded figure's location. I closed my eyes and hugged my legs as grown men were thrown down across the floor. I flinched when I felt the table above me and the sound of someone walking slowly towards me stopped. I opened my eyes and let out a shriek of surprise as I was dragged out from underneath the table and was now looking straight into the young man that I had met at the terminal. But his green eyes weren't green anymore. They were black as if he was part shark and he smelt blood.

"Hello, there," the man's voice was still the same as before as his grip tightened on my arm making me wince and become very scared as painful memories began to surround me. "Oh, am I hurting you?" I nodded my eyes were dry so I couldn't cry but the man's face split into a smile. "I must say you're the first person that got away from me."

"What are you?" I tried to escape his grasp but it only made it tighten more. I felt something snap inside my arm and I let out a painful moan.

"I'm a demon." he merrily announced dragging me out of the diner. Jack's twitched as he lifted his head to watch as I was dragged out of the diner's doors. The side of his face was cut and blood slid down his face. I reached out and grabbed a metal pole on the back of the seat as I saw his mouth slowly began to move up and down and the man's grip tightened as he shot an angry look over at the old man.

"Let her go you Bastard!" Jack swore. His voice began to grow louder as I recognize the sound of Latin being said. Soon I saw some black smoke flying out of the man's mouth which caused the man to drop to the ground. The smoke flew around my head a few times before flying through the cracks of the door.

"Mr. Jack!" I screamed holding my injured arm but running over to see how he was doing. He just leaned his head back down on the table and let out a low chuckle.

"Mr. Jack?" He repeated. "Just call me Jack, kiddo."

"Okay Mr. Ja- I mean Jack." I helped him to a sitting position before I heard some more movement from through out the diner. Even the waitress stood up even though her face was pinched into a pained look.

"Now you see why I saved your life?" Jack asked after I had helped the other patrons to their wounded feet so they could take care of their wounds, and I was now driving this truck, to his surprise of how quickly I learned his stiff clutch with no problems.

"But are Demons really real?" Jack nodded his head slowly and pointed towards a small neighborhood with tiny cute homes that lined the streets.

"First house on the second block." He said his voice was full of pain but I slowed down and pointed towards the house to make sure I was about to pull up in the right one. Jack nodded. "Come on inside, Cassey would love to meet you?"

"Your wife?" Jack nodded again, and we walked into the house.

"My God what happened to you?" A short plump older woman with graying tan hair came running into the livingroom helping Jack to a chair nearest the kitchen's entrance.

"Just a demon." Jack said nonchalantly and winced when his wife walked into the kitchen to come back with a dripping wash cloth and placed it over the wound. "Cassey, meet Christina."

I smiled sheepishly as I lifted my hand for a handshake, but was surprised when Cassey pulled me into a hug. "We hug in this family." She said before pushing me back. "My goodness, you look terrible. When was the last time you ate?"

"Uh..." I said trying to remember that our food never came to us since the demon attacked the diner. "To be honest, it's been a while."

"Oh come here then." She dragged me into the kitchen and pushed me towards a couple of stools next to the counter. "Jack honey you need something too?"

"I would love something, baby." Cassey's eyes looked at both of us before heading towards the cupboard and took three bowls on the counter. I watched as Cassey busied herself as she began to fill each of the bowls with a large helping of some stew with large chunks of meat. My stomach growled with anticipation and I nearly started to gulp down before I remembered I needed to say grace. Cassey and Jack were looking at me as I picked up my spoon and began to eat.

"Slow down, youngin." Cassey said setting a cup of pink liquid in front of me. I swallowed my spoonful and took a sip of the drink. The drink was kool-aid but the water seemed a bit off. But both Cassey and Jack had seemed to relax around me. "So how did you find her?"

"She was getting hit on by a demon I've been trackin'. She seemed like an easy target so I took her to the diner. But that son of a..." he paused for a second before saying. "Devil, followed us and attacked us at the diner. Matilda got hurt. You might be getting a call from her husband to help set her leg back into place." Cassey sighed and shook her head. "I only got cut up. Nothing new."

"Jack, you're nearly fifty. You need to take it easy." Jack grumbled something like 'I've been through war,' or something but I took myself out of the conversation as I now was looking down at my empty bowl. My stomach still growled but I kept my mouth shut. "Sweetie." I looked up at Cassey's soft green eyes. "You want some more?"

"No, I'm okay, thank you."

"Nonsense. You need more meat on your bones." She grabbed my bowl and ladled another helping of stew in my bowl. "Jack, what about her parents?" My body stiffened and Jack set a hand gently on my shoulder.

"She doesn't have a family." I picked up my cup of kool-aid, which Cassey had refilled, trying to keep myself occupied so I wouldn't cry.

"Well, then...I guess she can live with us then."

"Teach her the ropes of being a hunter. She kept a semi leveled head back at the diner."

"Jack Roberts. You're not thinking about making this girl's life more miserable with being a hunter."

"Cassey, she needs to know these creatures are out there. She'll survive longer that way." Cassey looked over at Jack her eyes narrowing with annoyance. "Don't worry, sweet heart. I'll retire once I pass on what I know. Maybe take her on a couple of easy hunts so she can learn on hand. Teach her the basics."

"Jack," Cassey's face softened when she looked at me. "Very well then. Christina was it?" I nodded unsure what they mean take me on hunts. "There's an extra room upstairs on the left. You can stay here for as long as you like." I smiled softly then nodded my thanks.