I had fallen asleep about two hours into the journey. Dean had told me we were going to South Dakota, to their, our, Uncle Bobby's. I was living in South Carolina, so it was going to be a long drive. I had unbuckled my seatbelt and, my legs were spread out across the back seat and my back was against the threshold of the car.

I woke up when we hit a bump.

"Dean, what was the point of taking her in if we aren't going to at least teach her to hunt?" Sam asked, I kept quiet, my eyes closed, pretending I was still asleep, this sounded interesting...

"The whole reason we took her in is so we can protect her, Abbi is our only blood relative left. We have to protect her no matter what. Dad said so." Dean replied.

"If Dad was so obsessed with keeping her safe why didn't he just take her in himself instead of dumping her on us?" Sam asked, he didn't mean it in a cold way, but it was still hurtful.

"Okay, number one, he didn't dump her on us. I've been checking on Abbi ever since Dad told me about her. We never met her because her mother was the freak of the family and Dad's family didn't take it too well when she got pregnant before marriage. They disowned her. He told me about Abbi when she was say, ten, we were in town and he decided to see if she was okay. I've been checking in on her every three months. Number two, Dad did the best he could with us and sure we turned out just fine. But a girl, Sam, he has no experience with taking care of little girls." Dean said.

"Trust me I like Abbi I think she's going to be great, but we do?" Sam asked in return. That was when I decided to pop into the conversation.

"Don't worry, I'm pretty independent, I can take care of myself, you do can do whatever it is you do and you have nothing to worry about." I said, they both jumped slightly, Sam looked to me.

"What do you mean by hunting anyways? I can hunt I've lived with a few rednecks in my day." I told them. Sam looked to Dean.

"We'll explain when we've gotten settled at Bobby's." Dean said, looking in the rear view mirror I gave him one my finest concentrated 'whatever' looks and looked outside, watching the grassy knolls fly by.
"So where are we?" I asked them.

"Somewhere in Illinois, we're about halfway there." Sam told me, turning back to look at me. I nodded and checked on Duckie. She was still asleep. I smiled, laughing a little. She was THE MOST laid back cat I had ever seen, one of the many reasons why I loved her.

"So what do you listen to?" Dean asked, giving me a quick glimpse via the rear view mirror. I looked at him from my caged kitty.

"Anything basically." I said curtly, Dean shrugged and pulled a tape from the glove compartment and shoved it in the tape player. Metallica started to play softly. I nodded a little and allowed my head to bob along to the music lightly.

After passing two more state lines we finally and driving for another hundred miles or so Dean pulled off of the highway and onto a tight little back road and drove for fifteen minutes. After that he pulled into a place that was called Singer Salvage Yard. We got out as we came up to a mismatching two story house that looked like it had definitely seen better days.

"Alright crew, everyone out!" Dean said, Sam had passed out long since. Dean smacked Sam in the chest. Sam woke with a start I smiled and giggled some; Dean caught this and smiled himself. It felt…right, being with my cousins.

I got out of the car, slinging my bag over my shoulder and rounded the car and opened the opposing passenger door and grabbed Duckie's carrier. We walked up the steps and Dean lead the way in. The house was messy, but had a lulling homey charm to it. We walked through a kitchen and into a study. A man about in his mid to late fifties sat behind a desk, buried in a book.

"Hey Bobby, we got Abbi." Dean said, walking into the living room/office. The man looked up. I smiled at him and gave him a greeting wave. I liked this man immediately.

"Good, now that the family's together, you got yourselves a job, vamp nest in Red Lodge, Montana." My interest was immediately sparked.

"Vamp as in vampires?" I asked him, he looked at me.

"Well yeah, what else does vamp mean?" Bobby asked, Dean and Sam cleared their throats uncomfortably.

"Awesome, when can we go?" I asked. Dean looked at me as if I had grown a second head. I gave him a look back.

"What?" I asked him.

"What, no? Oh my God, vampires exist? Or Holy crap you're off you're rocker old man?" Dean asked. I laughed.

"No. When I was twelve I was taken in by a family of shape shifters that wanted to kill me, it sparked my interest in the supernatural. I've known the things that go bump in the night have existed for two years now." I told him. Dean smiled, laughing.

"How the hell did you escape?" He asked.

"The mom got attached to me. She snuck me out the night before the rest of them were going to kill me." I told him, Dean looked surprised.

"A monster with a soul, now that's a new one." Dean said snootily, looked to Sam, the younger Winchester shrugged.

"Well its true, believe it or not, so do I get to come on the vamp hunt or not?" I asked him. Dean looked at me.

"No, you're just a kid." He said. I glared.

"What! Then why not wait until I was old enough to come get me!" I asked him. Dean looked to the roof, giving off an exasperated feel, like he's had this argument before.

"Because of the exact reason you started looking into the supernatural, Abbi. Monsters. You were damn lucky to get away from those shape shifters before, and I doubt that it will happen again. We need to keep you with someone who knows how to protect you until you can do it yourself. Bobby's going to train you and teach you everything you need to know. As soon as you know everything we know and know how to shoot, we'll let you come, until then you're going to stay here." He said firmly, as though it would end the conversation.

"Well you guys are in luck, I can already shoot, I'm an archer." I told them. Dean spanned his arms out, nodding in a type of pissed off yet impressed way.

"Good, we can use that, but not now, Abbi, end of discussion." Dean said. I opened my mouth to reply, but I stopped.

"Alright." I said quietly.

"There's a girl." Dean said with a smart ass attitude, I put Duckie down, I turned to Bobby.

"What do you think about cats, Bobby?" I asked him. He gave me a confused look and saw the cat looking up at him through the slots in the cage door.

"We tried Bobby, but she said she wasn't coming unless Duckie could come." Sam said. Bobby looked from me to Sam, then back again.

"I take it your hard headed." He said. I nodded.

"Well this should be fun." Bobby said. "I'll go ahead and show you a room." Bobby told me heading to the flight of steps. I picked up Duckie and I followed him.

"The cat stays off the tables; I don't think I got any furniture that I should be worrying about so she can get on the couches and things." Bobby said as we walked up the steps.

"She's declawed so you don't have to worry about her tearing up your furniture." I interrupted him.

"I ain't cleaning no litter box. So you better be on top of that girl." He told me. He seemed a bit bitter, but I could tell there was a soft inner side to him.

"Yes sir." I told him as we got on the second floor. We walked down the hall and turned right and came to a room on the end of the corridor.

"Here's your room, it ain't nothing fancy, but I guess there won't be anything wrong in your personalizing the place. I need to go ask Dean what he's gunna do for school." He said starting down the hall again.

"Don't worry about it, I kinda already graduated." I told him, Bobby stopped and turned around.

"Get outta here, you're only fourteen." He told me.

"I'm a genius, by national standards….. I have my diploma if you want to see it." I told him, going into my satchel, ignoring my art supplies I pulled out my framed high school diploma and walked down the hall and handed it to Bobby, he looked at it with a surprised look on his face.

"Well we got a resident genius here then. You tell the boys that?" He asked me, giving me back my diploma after he was certain that it was real. I shook my head.

"Why not?" He asked.

"They didn't ask, I don't usually tell people unless they need to know, I'm not about to go deal with a bunch of idiotic horny teenagers for another who knows how long for no freaking reason." I told him. Bobby laughed and smiled.

"I like you kid."