Hello, everyone!

This is my second attempt at writing this story out because I really want to do this but sometimes the words are hard to find. My first version was up but then I deleted it which I regretted. So now, I'm starting it again but this time, it's going to be different. So I do hope you join me on this journey and that we'll have fun, sad as well as suspenseful moments!

This will probably start around or halfway through season two and the next chapter will clarify that for sure.

Please do enjoy and let's go!

The pain was immense and so much that the desire to pass out was enormous. If the world was dark and if she was unconscious, then the pain would go away. It would stop tormenting her like this, stop tearing up her insides with every step that she took. The sky was dark and very few stars littered the darkness but the moon was big as it shone over the earth. It gave her light to see so she had some idea of where she was even though she had no idea where she was going.

Her backpack was heavy on her body as it caused her unnecessary strain. She would have dropped it if she could but that wasn't really an option. If she wanted to remain without her clothes and money, sure but that was a risk that she couldn't take. But the pain was so much that she was so tempted to just drop it off and collapse onto the side of the road and just be done with it.

She was so tired and wounded.

She was losing so much blood that she was sure she wasn't going to make it to any civilization. Death was knocking on her door and this time, she wasn't afraid to go.

But she had a promise to keep and she couldn't give up now.

Gritting her teeth, she continued to walk down the empty highway, the forest and the cold wind her only companion on this journey ahead.

She could do it.

She just had to push herself-

Her vision went blurry and she stumbled slightly, a soft cry falling from her lips as her wound was disturbed. She halted for a moment and stared down at her stomach, removing the piece of cloth from the wound. The white fabric was soaked up in the red liquid and she closed her eyes before taking a deep breath.

"I can do this, I can do this."

With a firm nod, she continued on and she trekked for several moments before her vision blurred again causing her to lose her balance. The female immediately crashed onto her knees before falling face first onto the gravely road, pain simply coursing through her body like lighting. She tried hauling herself back up but it was no use. Her body was too weak from the amount of blood she had lost and there was no way she was going to live unless some miracle happened.

So she laid there as the wind blew through the trees, the light whistling as well as the rustle of the leaves reaching her ears. It was at that that the tears came flowing down her face as her breathing became ragged and heavier. She was going to die like this and she wasn't even going to get a chance to say goodbye.

She had promised them that she was coming home.

They were waiting for her with hopeful smiles because they were expecting her to ring that doorbell and greet them with her usual hearty smile.

Her eyes closed as she prepared herself for the inevitable, one last thought on her mind.

I'm so sorry.

Darkness came at last.

"Quick, we need to get her to a hospital."

"Okay, okay. Just be careful with her, she's lost a lot of blood."

Carefully, she was picked up by two strong arms who cradled her close to a broad chest before the person began to move. The sound of a car door opening could be heard and she was placed gently on cold yet worn leather. A hand was suddenly on her neck and a sigh of relief came as a barely there pulse was felt. "She's still alive." The first voice said and it was gruff with a hint of a Southern accent.

"Good. Now let's get her there before she's no longer alive." The second voice replied and this one was smoother than the first and slightly lighter in tone.

There was a silent agreement between them before they both got into the car so they could rescue the girl in their back seat. Dean took a quick glance at her bloodied form as his lips drew into a tight line, his eyes raking over her form. He refused to let her die as another person couldn't slip through their fingers, not when they had a fighting chance.

Soon, they were speeding down the highway and into town with time barely on their side.

But questions echoed through Dean's mind and he was sure there were going through Sam's head as well.

What was she doing out there and what did that to her?

And last of all…

Was she one of them?