I ran down the dirt road panting heavily worn out. Though I didn't stop when I reached the blacktop. The moon illuminated the blood staining my clothes, hair, and body. I couldn't get the image of my slaughter parents out of my head. The man with the black eyes who I thought had been my brother in law and killed my parents in the most brutal way.

I ran down the dirt road and jumped as a black Impala sped past her going way to fast. In fact it almost ran her off the road. It braked to a sudden stop. "Put your hands on the hood of the car!" A man shouted holding a gun out the window.

I looked at the woods behind me, contemplating making a run for it. But just as she was going to turn the man got out of the car. Scratch that, men, there was two of them. Two really big men both holding guns.

I was frozen in shock all of a sudden their eyes turned black. I knew it was my imagination but there was still something about that picture that made me collapse to the ground sobbing and shaking.

I heard in the back ground as if it was a dream. "Dean I don't think she's the demon." I heard the taller one put his gun away. "Nah dip Sherlock." The other said sarcastically.

I swallowed hard as one neared me. I looked up to see the smaller yet clearly older one rap me in a hug. I blinked, I wasn't expecting this to say the least. He picked me up. "Well what are we going to do with her Sam." I remembered that. The younger ones name was Sam.

"Well her parents are dead we can't just leave her on the street." I heard Sam answer. Even though I was fifteen and should be above snuggling I couldn't help it. There was something so comforting something so fatherly about the embrace. "Awesome, just awesome now we have a freakin child!" I heard him say sarcastically.

The last thing I remember was him putting me in the back seat of the car before I dozed off.

I woke up to somebody throwing candy wrappers at me. I groaned and looked up. I recognized the two men from before. "C'mon sleeping beauty we're at the hotel."

I stepped out looking around. The first thing I was looking at was the car. I knew just by looking at it even in the dim light from the flickering sign that it was a 67' Chevy Impala. Next was the sign, it was familiar. The sign was the local inn in the town next over from mine.

I saw the two brothers unlocking a door to the said inn. "You can stay with us one night then we'll take you to some family members. I swallowed hard at the stinging memory.

"My family is dead all of them." I said walking towards the door.

Sam sighed heavily "Now what Dean."

Dean. That's what the older brothers name was. How do I know their brothers? Well it's pretty hard to miss. The way they talk the way they act together it all added up. "Well we could take her-"

"I want to stay with you." I said immediately.

They both turned and looked at me. "We do dangerous work kid you aren't trained enough."

Something clicked when he said that sentence. Not trained enough. Me, not trained enough. I've been shooting guns since I was three. "Right and I just watched my family get slaughtered." I said sarcastically. "Not well trained enough? I made it out of there alive didn't I."

Dean seemed to be thinking about this. "Fine but only for a little while."