It was late into the night and rain pounded mercilessly on what seemed to be the only two people out on the streets. To anybody who may have seen them lurking in the darkness in such weather, they would lock their doors and call them insane. But, in reality, they were the ones that knew the truth. Maybe not about everything, but certainly about the monsters that they shared the world with. "Sharing" may not be the most appropriate word because their sole purpose is, was and always will be to destroy these creatures.

Sam and Dean Winchester. The brothers who devoted their lives to the trade of monster hunting. And they were damn good at it.

"I think we should call it a night." Dean suggested. His voice was tight from fighting the cold that was only intensified by the harsh rain.

Sam shook his head, "I don't think that's a good idea. Something doesn't feel right."

"We don't even know if there is a monster around here. Nobody is even out on the streets tonight. Why would they be? With all the murders and the stupid rain!" Lightning flashed across the sky, followed immediately by an earthshaking rattle of thunder.

"Maybe not. But I want to be su-" Sam stopped suddenly. This caused Dean to look around, trying to find out what he was looking at. A girl was no more than a few yards away from them and approaching. She was drenched. She didn't wear a rain jacket. Just a pullover hoodie (the color of which remains a mystery due to the lack of lighting), yet she had not even bothered to pull the hood up to cover her head. She also wore a pair of jeans and Converse. She couldn't have been more than sixteen years old. Yet, the strangest thing about her was her eyes. A brilliant blue…electric blue. They were the kind of eyes that did not look through you, but stared into you. The kind that would drag all your secrets, all your dreams to the light for only those eyes to see. They were beautiful.

Before the brothers could say anything to her, she put a finger to her lips and with a small, quiet breath, created the sound, "Shh." Taking her finger away from her mouth she barely waved her hand but the gesture was obvious. She wanted them to follow her.

The boys looked at each other. Dean just shrugged but Sam looked like he had a few doubts. But the girl was walking away. There was no time to dwell on questions that weren't even going to be answered. They walked for a few minutes before she suddenly stopped and turned to face them. Dean opened his mouth to speak but she beat him to it.

"Listen. You guys have to get out of this city. The things know you're here. A group of them were coming to waste you. So, do not go back to where you were. You will die."

Despite the fact that she was trying to cover it, she seemed desperate for them to stay alive.

"How do you know all this?" Sam asked with narrowing eyes.

She looked frustrated. "Look, I didn't have to help you out. If you want to die, that is your problem. But there are a bunch of demons just dying to get their hands on you guys. And if you're worried about them murdering an innocent person, then don't, because the only ones they are interested in tonight is you. So I would go back to whatever hotel you guys are staying at and figure out what you're going to do. I would suggest leave town."

"How do we know you're telling the truth?" Dean chimed in.

She rolled her eyes. "Why would I lie?"

"I don't know. Maybe you are the trap setter or whatever."

"Then wouldn't that make you dead by now?" She took their pause as a 'yes'. "Okay. I'm tired and I want to get out of the rain. So, I'm going home. You all just do what you want." She began walking away quickly, almost like she was scared.

"Wait." Sam ordered.

This made the girl hesitate on her next step. She turned to look at him. Even at that distance, through the rain and the darkness, her eyes were still clear and soul tearing.

"You should stick with us. It's safer."

One corner of the girl's mouth rose to make a crooked smile. "I'll be okay. Trust me." But the pain in her voice was all too real despite the fact that she was desperately trying to cover it up.

"You're terrified." Dean acknowledged gruffly.

There was a long pause as the girl stared down at the curb, no shadow of her smile remained. She finally looked back up and locked eyes with Dean. "You should be too…"

And with that, she continued her walk to wherever she called home. Sam and Dean watched her fade into the rain and the darkness engulfed her until there was nothing more to see. The brothers were silent for a moment before Dean just shook his head.

"So? What do you think our next move should be?"

"I think we should listen to her."

"You mean just leave?" Dean was outraged.

"No, I mean go back to the hotel and figure out what we are going to do from there."

Now it was Dean's turn to look frustrated but before he could speak Sam continued, "Tomorrow night it probably won't be raining so we would be able to get a better look at everything anyway."

"And if someone is murdered?"

Sam was quiet but finally spoke up. "I don't think anyone will."

"Why? Just because she said so?"

"Well…yeah, Dean."

Dean wasn't even sure how to react to his brother. "Fine, Sam. But if someone gets killed tonight, their blood is on your hands." With that, he began to storm off to the hotel in an echo of another loud crack of thunder.

Sam followed but kept a distance, not wanting to set his brother off.

~The Next Morning~

Dean fell asleep at a small coffee table where a police scanner rested. He had been listening to it all night, expecting a homicide to come through but none ever did.

Sam threw Dean's jacket on him, waking him with a start. After Dean realized the monster that was attacking him was just his own jacket Sam decided to start talking.

"Come on." Sam said, ready to walk out the door.

"Where are we going?" Dean asked as he stretched, his back cracking in three places. He gave a long groan of relief.

"To do a little more research on what's going on."

Dean looked skeptic. "You want to find that girl."

Sam just looked at his brother who got to his feet. "You're telling me that you don't?"

"No, I'm not saying that."

"Then let's go." Sam was getting anxious.

"Would you even recognize her? It was dark, Sam."

"Nobody has eyes like that."

Dean remembered. He could barely even look at them. Dean finally gave in and changed his clothes. As they walked out the door, he was pulling on his jacket. It was a little cold for mid-Autumn.

"Before we do any looking, I gotta get some food in me. I'm starving."

Sam sighed. "Fine."

Dean got behind the wheel of his 67' Chevy Impala and waited for Sam to climb in the passenger's seat. They rode around for a few minutes before finding a little sandwich place.

"This is what you call breakfast?" Sam asked.

"This is what I call I don't give a crap. I'm hungry." Dean retorted and quickly got out of the Impala.

Sam was trying to say something to his brother who was already walking in to the little sandwich shop but they both stopped dead in the doorway. At the counter, they saw those eyes. Neither of them was sure what to do until the girl looked over and saw them. The brothers saw the terror flood through her and knew what she was about to do.

"Wait!" Dean shouted, causing the five people in the little shop, including the man working the register to look over. But Dean's shout had no effect. The girl practically flew from her chair, the force causing it to fall to the tiled floor with a loud, metallic clang. And like that, the chase was on.

The girl went out the Employees Only exit, nearly taking down a waiter by accident. Dean on the other hand actually did take down the waiter and they both went crashing to the floor. The waiter was screaming, "Don't kill me! Don't kill me, man!" Over and over again. Dean just cursed loudly as he jumped to his feet. He looked around him and didn't see Sam. He thought that was strange but trusted his brother so he just started to sprint after the girl once again, but he knew that he wouldn't catch her. She was incredibly fast.

Up ahead, the girl looked behind her, not seeing either Sam or Dean on her trail. She smiled a little, thinking that she was safe but all of a sudden, her once clear path was obstructed. She ran into what felt like a brick building, but it couldn't have been because whatever it was gave a loud grunt like all the wind had been knocked out of it and it gave way a few feet. Not a moment later, she felt huge arms wrap around her, holding her in place and a hand covered her mouth, preventing her from screaming. There was nothing she could do. She knew it had to be Sam who was now fighting to keep hold of her and get all the air back that he had lost.

Dean finally caught up to the two of them, breathing heavily from the run. "How did you…?" He asked in between breaths.

"I went around the back." This was all that Sam offered, also in between breaths right before he felt something soft and wet rub against the palm of his hand, realizing that she was licking it in an attempt to get him to get his hand off from over her mouth. It succeeded as Sam let out a sound of disgust and wiped his palm on his jeans. "That was so mature." He said sarcastically.

"Let me go!" She shouted which caused Sam to have to replace his hand.

Dean just kind of chuckled. So far, the kid wasn't half bad. "Okay." He said, getting serious. "We have to talk to you." As he looked at her, he noticed that her left eye was swollen and bruised and right below that, on her cheek was a cut that was about an inch long. It looked like it had just stopped bleeding maybe half an hour ago if that. He was sure that neither of those things had been there last night.

She said something but it was so muffled that neither of them could quite make it out. They weren't sure if they really wanted to. The muffle was short lived as it was interrupted by a loud gurgle and growl. Sam and Dean both actually looked around for the source of the noise, Dean's hand moving towards a knife in his jacket. This was until they realized that it was coming from the girl's stomach. Her right cheek turned a bright red and Dean was sure the other one would have blushed too if it wasn't for the bruise. Dean realized that they had interrupted her meal, which from the looks of her had been the only one she had for a while. This gave him an idea.

"Okay. If you talk to us, we will buy you food for as long as we're in town."

Sam felt her perk up.

"Deal?" Dean asked.

The girl clearly didn't want to agree but she was starving. And she was very, very broke. She finally nodded and Sam slowly took his hand away from her mouth. When she stayed quiet, he took the arm that was holding her still away. She could have ran and probably could have even gotten away because of how fast she was.

"Good. Let's find a place to eat, because I really don't think that other place will let us back in."

The girl just nodded, not really making eye contact with either of them.

"What is your name anyway?" Dean asked.

"Robyn McKenzie."