"Aunt Abigail can you please read me a bedtime story?"

Abigail Colt found it impossible to refuse her niece anything. Since Nessa's mother had died in a car accident a month after the child was born Abigail had placed her life on hold to help her twin brother Allan take care of his infant daughter.

The Colts didn't hunt much anymore, with a 9 year old it was pretty difficult and there was no way in hell they were taking her on the road. Nessa Colt, the last direct descendent of Samuel, would have a normal childhood until she turned 12 and then she would be inducted into the family's well kept secret. However the little girl had an insatiable appetite for the supernatural and it was hard to focus her on anything but the paranormal. Right now her favorite bedtime story was of the Winchesters and Abby had read all of them at least twice, some three times to her niece.

"Which one?" Abigail didn't have to ask. She knew damn well which one, she had read it to Nessa three times already.

"The Ghostfacers," she said pleadingly.

"One chapter and then bed," Abigail noticed that it was well past 11 and Nessa wasn't sleepy.

One chapter turned into three before the kid was asleep. Glancing at the clock Abigail saw that it was now 12:30. She needed to call Allan to check in on him. Gently she kissed Nessa's forehead and turned off the light. Quietly she left the room, shutting the door with care, and went downstairs to grab a drink and call her brother.

"Hey," she said as he answered. "Didn't wake you did I?"

"No, just finished torching a corpse. How's Nessa?"

Only in hunter families would this type of conversation be perfectly normal.

"Finally asleep. We did the children's walk in Central Park today. Stopped by the zoo. Got cupcakes."

"I should be home soon. Can't wait to see you both."

The lights began to flicker in the house. Instantly Abigail was up and on her way to Nessa's room.

"Allan, the lights are flickering and there's no storm outside. Give me 15 minutes then call back."

She closed the phone and put it in her pocket. Instinctively she pulled out her .45 and quietly walked toward Nessa's room. The girl's door, which had been shut, was slightly ajar. Abigail was too experienced of a hunter to let emotion get the best of her but seeing that Nessa could be in danger terrified her!

"Nessa?"

"Aunt Abby there's a monster in my closet," the little girl said in hushed tone.

Abigail saw her niece huddled against the headboard, gripping her stuffed mouse tightly looking absolutely terrified. The next instance Abigail was smelling gas. Panic was rising inside her, Nessa was never suppose to be in harms way. She was only a child, but Abigail knew that didn't matter to the monster in the closet.

"Nessa, I want you to slowly get out of bed and walk toward me." Abigail had put herself between the closet and her niece.

"Get behind me," she said as Nessa obeyed her orders. If that son of a bitch came out of the closet Samuel's magic bullets would kill it. However the monster in the closet wasn't her main concern now. The smell of gas was getting stronger and if the monster did come out of the closet and she fired the gun there could be an explosion. If they didn't get out of the brownstone the gas would render them unconscious.

Without hesitation Abigail grabbed her niece, swung her up in her arms and ran like hell downstairs and out the door. They had reached the first step when their home exploded in a blue-white fireball sending flames high into the sky.

As firefighters fought to get the flames under control medics checked both Abigail and Nessa. Neither one was injured as far as they could tell. Her phone vibrated in her pocket.

"So the house is gone. But Nessa and you are ok?" Abigail was use to the whole psychic twin bond thing so wasn't surprised he knew what had happened.

"We're fine, not a scratch." Only Allan knew what that truly meant. "Here, I'll let you talk to your daughter."

"Daddy the house is gone. There was a monster in the closet and then an explosion. But I did exactly what aunt Abby told me to and got out."

"Good girl," Allan said choking back the tears. If something had happened to his family he would not make it. Even knowing what it would take to kill a Colt never gave him peace of mind when he was away from them. Nessa was everything to him, and besides his sister all he had left. Knowing she was safe was a relief to him and he let his emotions shake his voice.

"Take care of aunt Abby Nessa. It's going to be alright. See you soon. I love you honey."

"Love you too daddy."

"Can I talk to Abigail again?"

"Here aunt Abby, daddy wants to talk to you."

"Abby you get the car and you get the hell out of New York! I'm in Red Springs, Arkansas at the Red Spring Motor Lodge. Come straight here. I'll be waiting."

"Yeah, I think that's best." She watched as the fire kept burning no matter what the firefighters did to try to put it out.

"But we're going to rest first. And we'll need to provision ourselves. We'll head out tomorrow evening. It will take about three days with Nessa so I'll see you this Wednesday."

"I'll be waiting. I'll try to figure out what happened. You just get your ass out here with my daughter in one piece."

She knew he was just trying to mask his own fear and anger so she didn't smart off to him. "We'll be there before you know it," she said as she took Nessa and walked toward the car.