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"My life might mean something now." Dean told Bobby, "Sam should never have been there, he should've been studying for some law exam at Stanford, I'm the one who dragged him back into this."

"You Winchester men are idjits." Bobby stated, "You and your father, the same. Why you so damn eager to get to hell anyways?" Bobby stared at Dean, silent, then started to walk away, "Don't expect Sam to thank you for selling your soul." He called after him.

(2 weeks later)

"Who are you guys? What happened?" The previously possessed girl, now woke up confused on the floor of Bobby's kitchen.

"You're ok now, it's best not to ask." Sam told her, attempting to help her up, but she backed away into the corner.

"Get away from me!" She yelled, "I don't wanna lose another damn year of my life to God only knows what."

"Demon actually." Dean informed her, "You know, you can be quite the foul mouthed little trooper when you get going. Might wanna cut those nails though, talons more like."

She looked up at him, seeing scratches on his cheek. "I did that?"

"It's ok, you were possessed, I won't take it personal." He smirked, "You could maybe buy me a drink to apologise."

"Dean!" Sam hissed, "What the hell-"

"Sam, I have one year, no scratch that, one year minus two weeks, left. I'm gonna reap the benefits of this gig for once!" Dean whispered back, "What do you say, there's a nice bar, I can fill you in on what's been going on." He grinned at the girl.

"Are you sure that's wise?" Bobby asked, "To most people, demons don't exist, this girl's had one in her for a year, she's probably not in the best frame of mind to have you hitting on her. Come on, girl, let's get you a drink of water."

"K." She let Bobby help her up, her panic calming.

"Christos." Bobby mumbled, handing her a glass of water, and watching carefully for a reaction. She just stared blankly at him.

"So, what are you guys? Like priests or something."

"Something." Dean answered.

"And that was a demon?" Sam nodded to her, "I thought I'd lost my mind."

"I know it's a lot to take in." Sam told her, sitting down opposite her at the table. "Can you remember much?"

"Bits and pieces." She answered, "Terrible things. I hurt people. Alienated everyone close to me."

"It's okay." Sam assured her, "The demon's gone, you're you again." He offered her a small smile.

"No, I'm a me, with no job, no friends, nowhere to live, and probably cops on my ass!"

"It's a lifestyle." Dean commented, "It works."

"And you were possessed, when?" She snarked back at him, Dean remained silent, "Exactly, you don't know what it's like. Things are broken and I don't even know how to start fixing them."

"Look, uh-" Sam started, then stopped, not knowing what to say. "Dean?"

"Hey, she doesn't need my help, clearly." He stood up and walked through to the living room.

"I need to know what the hell happened, who are you guys, why am I here?"

"We're hunters." Bobby explained, "Specialise in the supernatural. Including demons, like the one in you."

"Where's the demon now?"

"Back in the pit." Bobby answered, "Gone."

"There are other people out there, possessed?"

"Given what we've seen, yeah, numbers are increasing." Sam answered, "We're trying to keep on top of it as best we can."

"Room for one more?" The girl asked, raising an eyebrow at Sam.

"This is no kind of life-"

"It is for you and Chuckles through there, I want in. I wanna take out as many as those sons of bitches as I can, call it payback."

"Look, I dunno if that's a good idea."

"I know you say it's no kind of life, but I don't have a life at the moment thanks to that thing!" She yelled, frustrated.

"You don't know what you're up against, how to deal with it." Sam told her.

"Well, show me, take me with you."

"We can't." Sam replied, while Dean reappeared in the doorway, hearing the shouting.

"We can."

"We've been doing this all our lives, trained since we were kids-" Sam started.

"To get revenge for the thing that killed mom, I say we train her, she's already motivated." Dean reasoned, "There's a storm coming, we need people, good people on our side." He turned to the girl, "You any good with a shotgun?"

"Yeah if the zombie game in the arcade counts."

"No need to ask about your fighting skills, my ribs know the answer." Dean grimaced, remembering the fight she put up.

She blushed slightly, "Sorry, I was brought up to look after myself."

"Dean Winchester." He held his hand out for her to shake, "This is my brother Sam, and our friend Bobby. Welcome to the team."

"Abigail West, Abbie." She shook his hand. "Let's go find that bar, and you can fill me in."