Episode 1

Boseman, Montana

Dean was gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles had turned white. Sam stared impatiently forward, out the windshield of the shiny, black Impala. Even though the speedometer said that they were driving at eighty three miles per hour down the deserted road, it wasn't fast enough. Not if they wanted to stop the demon from killing again.

Their headlights cut through the darkness and finally showed the home they had traced the monster to. Before the car had completely stopped moving, Sam had opened his door and jumped out, feet thudding as he raced towards the small, white house which was surrounded on all sides by fields of corn, just barely poking out of the ground.

He heard screams.

The front door was unlocked and, inside, a light was on in the living room. Not worrying about subtlety he drew his gun from the inside of his coat and spun into the room.

Not ten feet from him was a creature that would have scared him to death a year before. But now it only pissed him off. The tall, cloaked figure held a long, curved knife in its hand, the tip of which was already coated with blood. On the couch a middle aged woman lay dead, blood dripping from deep slashes in her stomach, arms, and face. Inches from Sam's feet a man, presumably her husband, appeared to be dead as well; a pool of blood surrounded a gruesome wound to the back of his head.

And cowering against the blood splattered wall in front of the demon, a painful looking gash just below her shoulder, was a teenage girl.

She was still alive. They could still save one person.

Before the demon had managed to turn completely around, Sam was firing. Each shot struck the demon in the torso, forcing him backwards. That's when Dean appeared beside his brother already chanting the words that would send the creature back to hell… or wherever it came from.

While his older brother finished the thing off, Sam rushed towards the girl who was clutching her knees to her chest, tears streaming down her face. As he got closer she jumped, startled, and tried to crawl away from him.

"Hey," he said quietly. "It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you."

She only shook her head and backed up further.

"You don't have to be afraid," he assured her.

Her green eyes were terrified behind the messy, bloody strands of white blonde hair as she told him in a shaking voice, "You really think I'm going to believe that after what they did?"

Sam's eyes narrowed in confusion and behind him he heard the demon's enraged scream as Dean finished the exorcism. "They? Are there more of these demons?"

But the girl didn't reply. She only hugged her knees more tightly. Slowly, Sam moved closer and this time she didn't try to get away. When he was crouched just in front of her he said, "My brother Dean and I, we're here to help you."

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I stared at him for a long second, trying to figure out whether or not I could trust him. That's when I realized that the thing was gone. Just like that. I peered around the room, trying to locate it, but had no success.

"Did you make it go away?" I asked the boy in front of me.

He nodded. "It's what we do. We kill demons."

"Demons," I repeated dumbly. "That's what they are?"

At that moment the second man, Dean I guessed, walked to stand beside his brother in front of me. "You keep saying they," he said, and his voice wasn't nearly as soft and concerned as his brother's. I winced and looked up at him. "So there's more than one?"

My gaze flicked to where my mother was sprawled on the couch, drenched in blood. Her glassy green eyes stared out at the room and her lips were parted. The men in front of me were blocking most of my father's body, but I knew he was dead too. I had seen them both murdered.

The reality of it started to sink in.

"They killed my parents," I sobbed, leaning against the wall. My vision blurred, but I could feel the strong hand on my knee, comforting me.

After a second I willed myself to stop crying. Wiping my eyes I looked at the men.

"What's your name?" the one crouched in front of me asked. His hand was still on my knee, and it was like that was the only thing keeping me connected to the Earth, keeping me from disappearing.

"Addy," I said, sniffing. "What's your name?"

"Sam," he replied.

"And I'm guessing you're Dean," I said, looking at the man who was still standing.

"Yup."

I swallowed, hard, keeping my eyes locked on Sam's face. He was cute. Insanely cute. His dark brown hair was shaggy and flipped up a little at the ends. A shadow concealed part of his face, but I could still make out his dark eyes and full lips. It looked like he hadn't shaved in a couple of days.

But that's not why I was looking at him. I was looking at him so that I wouldn't have to see my parents. Just a second later, he seemed to realize this.

"We need to get you out of here," he said, and started to move.

"Wait." I grabbed onto his arm. "I don't want to see them," I said.

He looked at me pityingly and said, "Okay. Uh, close your eyes and I'll lead you out." I nodded and did as I was told. He helped me stand up and I felt one of his arms slide around my back as he slowly walked me forward. Moments later I felt the cold night air on my face and opened my still damp eyes.

"Thank you," I whispered. Sam nodded and Dean walked past us to a gorgeous black car parked messily next to the sidewalk. He opened the driver's door and climbed in.

"Addy, are you hurt at all?" Sam asked. Then he motioned to the cut on my shoulder. "I mean, other than that."

I shook my head. "I don't think so."

"Okay." He went to the car and opened the door to the backseat, holding it open for me. I climbed in and he closed the door before he got into the passenger seat. As we drove away I forced myself not to look back. I didn't want to think about what had happened that night. I didn't want to think about it ever again.

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