When I walked out of my room and into the kitchen, my brother screamed. Running into the living room where the scream came from, I asked my brother what was wrong. He sat on the floor with the Xbox controller in his hand, staring at the screen.

"There's a spider!" He yelled. Sighing, I squished the arachnid and moved on.

"Alex, what is your brother yelling about?" Mom called from the kitchen.

"There was a spider." I called back. I plopped on the sofa.

"Mommy! Can I skip school today? Please!" Johnny asked.

"No. You have a party today. Remember?" I answered for my mom.

"Oh, yeah!" He smiled.

"You still want to skip school? I'd gladly bring those cupcakes to work with me." I smiled, as he screamed no. "Alright, I won't."

"Mom, I'm leaving in about a half an hour." I said as I walked back upstairs. I got dressed in my tank top and jean shorts. It was noon, and the bar opened in 15 minutes. I worked from 12:15 to 3:00 Am. When I came back down, Mom was taking Johnny to the babysitters. I took a granola bar and a bagel and headed out the door.

I got to the bar, and started transferring beers and liquor from the big fridge to the bar fridge. "Hey Allie," I turned to see Marci walk through the door.

"Hey Marci, what's up?" I asked. Marci was my best work buddy.

"My great aunt sent me on a blind date with her friend's grandson. His name is Grant, and he is 37! It's like my aunt has no idea how old I am!" She whined.

Laughing, I continued setting up the bar. Marci flipped the closed sign to open. Someone walked in immediately and sat on the stool in front of me.

"What can I get you?" I asked.

"Can I get a beer please?" He asked. I took one out, opened it, and handed it to him. "Thanks." He muttered.

"Allie, what was that song playing on the radio yesterday… the one that that guy was singing?" Marci asked.

"That narrows it down." I scoffed. She laughed. We sat on our asses the rest of the day, until the 11:00 rush.

"Where the hell is Michael?" Marci asked running drinks around, handing them out to guys in boots and jean jackets. Every night, around midnight, there would be some dumbass drunk hitting one me while I worked behind the bar.

"Hey baby." Tonight's drunk was Victor Gerald. He was a regular, but didn't get that drunk.

"Hello Victor." I grinned. I knew how to handle them.

"How about you and I get outa here?" He asked me.

"I can't right now. I'm working. I get paid by the hour."

"I'll pay you by the hour." He winked at me. I laughed. As I pulled out another beer for him, he tried hitting on me some more.

"Baby, come on!" He reached across the counter and grabbed my wrist.

"Victor, you're drunk. Knock it off." I pulled my wrist back to my side, but he leaned over and wrapped both of his arms around my hips. His hands slid around my boobs. "Whoa! Victor! Stop!" I yelled at him. "Get the hell off of me!" When he didn't release me, I tried wiggling out.

"Hey, you heard the girl! Get the hell off of her!" A guy pulled Victor off of me. He had dark hair and eyes. He was cute. Victor ran back to the group he was with before.

"Thanks," I smiled. I pulled out a beer. "This one is on me." I smiled.

He took a seat on the stool. "No problem." He nodded. "I'm Dean by the way." He said.

"I'm Alex." I introduced myself.

"Is this your bar?" He asked me.

"Uh, no. Just an employee." I smiled. He grinned back.

"Can I get another one? Or better yet, a scotch soda… no, wait. Make that a double." He couldn't make up his mind.

I laughed, and poured him a glass. I heard Marci giggle. I turned. Her boobs stuck out to a table of guys. "She… is my only coworker." I laughed. A hand flew up in the back. "Be right back." I ran back there and brought beers.

"Do you need help?" He asked. I looked at Marci, who was being pulled out of the bar by a tall guy in a cowboy hat.

"You know what, yeah, that would be great." I tossed him the apron that Marci was supposed to be wearing. He tied it around his waist, and went to the nearest table of girls.

The crowd was gone by 2:30, and the next shift arrived, which meant I could leave. Dean was still with me.

"Thanks for sticking around." He walked me out of the bar, putting my jacket on for me. He slipped me a slip of paper with his name and number on it.

"It's no problem, I had fun."

"This is mine." He opened the door of my blue Matrix. "Thanks." I got in.

"Bye Alex." He shut the door. I put the key in the ignition, and drove home.

Not even turning the light on, I trudged up the stairs and immediately fell asleep…

Dean was in the dream. We were at the bar, and instead of standing behind it, we were sitting on the stools, drinking beers. We talked about random stuff. He was funny, and smart, and cute. I liked him. Then his face started to melt, and I tried to scream, but nothing came out of my mouth.

I woke up with a gasp, sweaty and gross. I checked the clock; it was already 3:00 Pm. I'm surprised that Mom, Johnny, Max, Harry, or Nate would have woken me up by now.

I headed downstairs; my eyes were almost glued shut. I rounded the corner to the kitchen, and poured myself a cup of coffee. I took a sip, and nearly spit it out. It was old. That was strange. All of my brothers except for Johnny drink at least three cups of coffee a morning. I zombie walked to the living room. I gasped in shock as soon as I turned the corner.

The first person I called was Dean. I had no idea why, but I had a feeling that he might be able to help. He was here in a matter of seconds, and I was waiting on the lawn.

"Are you okay?" He asked me. I shook my head no. "Well duh you're not okay. That was stupid." He charged into my house, pulling a gun out of the back of his pants. A gun! Dean had a gun!

"Dean! Dean, what are you doing?!" I yelled. I followed him into the house. I had to look at my family's bodies scattered all over my living room. I started sobbing, when the spreading blood reached my toes.

"Alright… alright." He pulled me to him and hugged me. Someone else walked into the house. He was unfamiliar, being tall with light brown hair. I snuck behind Dean, and hid. "Hey, hey, it's okay. This is my brother, Sam." I was standing in a pool of Max's blood.

"Sam, I would say that it's nice to meet you, but I am standing in a pool of my big brother's blood, and it is really not nice." I shivered. Dean picked me up and placed me where it was blood free.

"Come here." Sam outstretched his hand, and pulled me to him, and out the door.

"Okay, will someone please tell me why my whole family is laying on my living room floor, with their throats cut open?" I was still crying.

"My brother and I… we hunt monsters. I know it sounds crazy and all, but they're real. And I have a feeling that someone or something is after you and your family." Dean's face was full of sorrow, and apology. "Alex, I am so, so sorry about your family."

"I have... I have no one…" My tears didn't lighten.

"Sam, can I talk to you?" Dean asked. They walked to their car, and talked. They looked like they were arguing. About a minute later, Sam sighed, and they came back. "Alex, you're not alone. You're going to come with us until you get your things straight."

"Oh, Dean, we just met. I couldn't ask you of that." I said.

"You don't have a choice. I'm not giving you a choice. Whoever killed your whole family has to be looking for the rest of it. You." Dean took my hand and pulled me back into the house, shielding me from the living room, and up the stairs.

"Which one's your room?" I pointed. He pulled me through the door. "Pack." He was forceful, so I did. I took most of my clothes, and one t-shirt from Mom, Johnny, Max, Harry, and Nate.

"I'm ready, I guess." I sighed.

Dean and Sam told me everything about everything supernatural. Vampires, werewolves, wendigos, witches, shape shifters… they're all real. They kill them for a living. I guess the world just isn't what I thought it would be.