I stood there, an apprehensive expression upon my face. I had both brothers either side of me. Sam to my left and Dean to my right. The Winchesters. They'd been to hell and back. Literally. Now here we stood. The infamous brothers that every demon, angel and beast knew, and me.

No one had spoken since we had arrived at this strange place in the middle of America. I had spent the majority of my time in England and in all my life had never taken time to study the many states of America. Thinking retrospectively, I should have. It would've made my life a whole lot easier.

But here we were, the three of us. The 1967 Chevy Impala parked at the bottom of the hill under a tree. I'd done an enchantment on the vehicle; no one, human or otherwise, could touch or even see it. It was safe whilst we where doing what we needed to do.

Before anything could happen, before any of us had moved from our stationary positions, we saw it. I first, with my sharpened senses, then Sam and finally Dean. It was strange to see such a sight with other people who knew of the supernatural; I usually worked alone.

A decrepit hand emerged from the blackened depths of the ramshackle cabin. The door seemed to be four long pieces of chipped wood. One of the planks had broken about two thirds of the way up and now the top of that particular plank was three spikes, all of different lengths, where the wood had been split. The cabin as a whole looked fear-inspiring but the hand now appearing through the gap in the door could have sent even the bravest of hunters running for the hills, Any but us; we held our ground.

I had no fear within me. I now knew that my instincts hadn't led me astray and that we were on the right track. I wish I could say the same for my companions. Dean was trying not to let his fear show, but he was never good at lying, not really. Sam, at my left, was looking more fearful than his older brother but I could feel his fear and it was far less than Deans.

He'd spent an unknown time in the Cage with the fallen angel Lucifer and the equally potent Michael. They had fought like two nuclear bombs being continuously detonated and poor Sam's soul was in the middle of it, unable to stop it, unable to end the pain, unable to die.

"What is it?" Sam asked, his voice a mixture of awe and fear with a hint of revulsion.

"There's only one way to find out..." I said, starting forward.

A flash of light caught my attention and made me pause. The brothers hadn't started to follow me and now that I had stopped just half a metre in front of them, they saw no reason to step in line.

"James? What is it?" Dean was ready to fight but I waved him down with my hand. He fell silent.

The flash that had caught my eye came from the hand. It was holding something. Something round. Something metal. Something the colour of gold. That something was the something I had been looking for. The something we came here for. And I had a sneaking suspicion that it knew I was after it. It wanted me to chase it into the unknown.

I needed it, I had no choice but to get that golden object. But I had other charges. I had to get it yet I still needed to protect the Winchesters. How?

"So are we going in or are we just gonna stand here looking at the place all day?" He wanted to get in and out as soon as possible. I liked that 'no hesitation' attitude about the eldest Winchester brother.

"Dean," Sam said, not needing to complete his thought as Dean could tell from Sam's tone of voice that he should be patient and not disrespect me or any orders I gave.

The hand had receded into the shadows again leaving me to wonder. I had no idea what to do. This could be dangerous, really dangerous and I needed to keep the Winchesters safe. But Dean was right. We couldn't waste time staring at the cabin. We needed to hurry on. And in that same moment of realisation. It struck me that I was being naïve, these two had faced some of the underworlds most terrifying creatures and saved the world from the apocalypse. I mean, they'd even travelled to a different dimension and fought the Mother of All for God's sake. They were more than ready for the challenges that had to be overcome.

With that thought in mind, I started again towards the cabin, taking my time to extend my senses so that we couldn't be surprised by anything, definitely not that... that... thing we had just seen.

I arrived at the door, if you could call it that, and placed my hand upon the worn down wood. I pushed genitally. The sound of the creaking door opening merged with the sound of two pairs of footsteps on the wood of the front porch. Holes were common and the floorboards seemed as though they were about to give way and add to the plethora of gaps revealing the dry earth beneath the cabin's surface.

Even though clouds hid the sun in the from view, the day was still bright and the air mildly humid. But inside the cabin, almost no light shone. There was just enough light coming through the gaps in the boarded up windows to create an eerie atmosphere. I wasn't scared before, I'd seen and killed a lot of scary things in my time, but this. This was strange. I suddenly felt isolated. Alone. Even despite the two men that were standing with me.

We all felt the same. There was only one way to describe it...

Cabin fever...