Sam.

Sam's my responsibility, Sam's all I have left. I sat in the Impala with AD/DC blasting through all speakers. It didn't matter that I was going to hell, none of it mattered. He is my brother. He's the only person that means a damn in this world. Sam's all I have left. We were stopped off at a truck stop, a boring run of the mill truck stop. Sam was inside the shop buying groceries. I pushed the bad thoughts to the back of my mind and decided to think about the case instead. People were dieing, people always die. The police found no evidence and have no leads. All the victims were random, theres no pattern to the killings. Right up our street. Sam got into the car. He looked happy today, as happy as was possible for him.

Half price beer today.

He gave me a half smile and pointed at the 6 pack in his hand. He pulled one off and popped the cap. couldn't help but smile, It was half nine in the morning. That boy's becoming a lush. I didn't mind though, if it kept him going I wouldn't complain. I stepped on the pedal and felt my baby growl, and we were off. On the road again.

So Sammy. Any idea's with this case?

I dunno. It's a bit of a long shot. How do we know that this is even a supernatural killer?

God, I thought Sam was smart but sometimes he was so naive.

Sam, listen. I have a hunch that this case is different then most, even for us. Anyway when is it not something supernatural for us. Those types of cases always find us, it's like we a magnet for freaky- ass shit!

Sam was silent, I guess he was thinking that over. It was strange how true I was. Supernatural stuff always found us. I hadn't asked for this life, it had asked for me. Sam had been staring out the window, deep in thought for a while now. We were traveling over the Arizona high way now. Suddenly he saw something.

Dean, look at her.

I looked at were he was pointing. It was a girl, about the age of 17. She had a backpack on her back and she clothes her frayed and dirty. She had short black hair which was tied in a messy pony. That wasn't what had caught Sam's attention though. She had a sign which said " Dean Winchester." I was shocked. I pulled over onto the gravel and stared at her for a minute across the highway.

What did I tell you Sam! This kinda stuff ALWAYS finds us.

I was shouting at Sam as I got out of the car. I wasn't angry at Sam, it was that I was tired of having to do this all day everyday for the rest of my life. I slammed the door of the car. The girl was looking at her feet, which were bare. I got to the side of the road and started to shout at her trying to make her look.

HEY YOU! GIRL. HEY YOU, COME OVER HERE NOW!

She looked up slowly. She looked like she was tired, like she had been standing there for days. When she say me something light up in her eyes. She smiled at me with relief and gratitude. She crossed the high way with out looking away from my face and was beside me in a second. I urged her towards the car. I couldn't talk to her on the highway, anything might be listening. She got in the backseat and closed her eyes against the window. She was asleep before I had my seatbelt on. I got in the drivers seat and looked at Sam. By the look on Sam's face, he had seen it too. Nobody could move that fast. She had run across twelve busy lanes in less than one second.

Crazy ass shit, hmm? Sam mumbled under his breath. He sighed. This is going to be a long day!

About an hour later we arrived in Phoenix. It was the middle of and it was stinkin' hot. We arrived at a boring run of the mill motel. The strange girl was still asleep in the back of the car. I poked her in the arm trying to wake her up. Her eyes flew open and it took her a few seconds to remember where she was. When she did she gave me a big heart warming smile and opened the back door and stepped out. She stood there and waited till I had got out of the drivers seat. Sam was inside paying for a room. She gave me a innocent look and tilted her head to the side. I looked into her eyes over the car. Was she a demon? She didn't have an evil presence about her, but you could never be to careful.

Whats your name? It was always good to start with the simple.

Sophie.

She smiled at me again. It made it hard to think straight. How could someone who smiled so much be evil? She had an Irish accent, which I wasn't expecting. Sophie could be really beautiful if she had a bath and washed her hair. I heard Sam coming back and turned around.

Number 13.

Great like all we need is bad luck. He threw me the key and I caught it.

Where's the girl? Sam asked.

He must have been blind she was right behind the car. I turned and realised she wasn't were she had been two seconds ago. I cursed myself for letting her out of my sight. Bad Dean, Stupid Dean. Never let the demon get away! She had to be a demon, only the guilty tried to escape. I was searching the horizon, trying to calculate how far she could have run in 5 seconds. That could have been all the way back to Ireland for all I knew!

There she is! How did you get the door open? I have the key? Sam spoke behind my back.

I spun around and she was there, in the doorway of room 13. She looked at me with a cheeky smile on her face. So miss super-smiley leprechaun was also a smart arse. I gave her my pissed off angry look and stalked past her into the room. The room was small with only a double bed. It had green faded wall paper and was non-discript and frumpy.

Sam couldn't you have gotten a room with single beds. Which ever way we sort this somebody will be sleeping on the floor and somebody in the bed together. Come on were all church goers.

Sam raised his eyebrows at me. He knew something was pissing me off but he didn't know what. Sophie walked over to the bed and sat down. She throw her bag over to a far corner.

I'll be sleeping over there, so try to keep the noise in a minimum in the middle of the night.

That girl was getting on my only good nerve.

You know what smart-mouth? You're sleeping outside! I shouted in her face, she didn't bat an eyelid.

I can't.

She looked defeated by the words but I was in no mood to be merciful. I grabbed her bag from the bed and flung it threw the open door. There was a gust of wind and I waited for the bag to hit the ground, but it didn't. I turned to face her again. Her bag was back on the bed and she was holding her head like she had a head ache.

Dean, I can't leave. I don't have anywhere to go. My dad was Jim Murphy .He was a friend of John's. John was the closest thing I had to an uncle. My dad died last week. In his will he said John was my God father, but since he's dead I came to find you guys. I knew you were working a case in Arazona and so on. I'm officially an orphan now and I can't legally live on my own till I'm eighteen . Please,I have nobody else.

I could hear the raw pain coming through her words. She tried to hide it but it showed.

Well you've been with us five minutes and its all being cheeky and calling names. How do you expect us to live together like that. It's hurts a guys feelings.

My sarcasm was thick. She looked up at me with her innocent eyes.

Please.

I couldn't deal with tears. It made me feel itchy and nervous, especially when it was a girl.

Fine! God damn it, We're the boss though so no more gay jokes or you're off to the orphanage Anne!

She smiled at me and hopped of the bed in a flash of a moment, she hugged me and then Sam who had been listening in the corner the whole time.

Sophie, How did you're mother die, may I ask?

Sam must have had something in mind. I didn't know where he was going with this...Wait! He doesn't mean....

She died when I was six months, I think it was a house fire or something?

I looked at Sam and he looked at me. Here we go again.