"How, in the hell, did you know I was a hunter?" Dean asked, his surprise seeping into his words as he continued to stare her down. There was something incredibly fishy about this mysterious girl. She wasn't a hunter, that much was obvious. She looked too clean. There weren't any visible scars, nor was there any sign of the wear and tear that accompanied being a hunter. "And why do you need my help?"

"I follow the circuits" she replied flippantly, a wave of her hand brushing away the matter. She wasn't even sure how she knew who he was, or rather what he was; there was simply a voice inside her head that was forcing her to ask this stranger the things that were flowing from her mouth. "Will you help me or not?"

Dean was skeptical. The more he sat there looking at the girl, her pale blue eyes boring into his green eyes, the more he thought how bizarre this whole situation was. He was already on a hunt. He had Sammy with him. This could definitely back fire and turn out to actually be a trap. Obviously nothing good could come from this. Yet the longer he stared into those eyes, the more he believed that she really needed his help. Her entire being was practically screaming for help. From the hard crease in the middle of her eyebrows, her slightly enlarged pupils, even the small pout on her lips. He knew no matter what the outcome, with the way she was currently looking at him, he was doomed from the start.

"I'm already on a hunt at the moment" he answered stiffly, not wanting to give in too easily. "But I'm sure I can talk my brother into diving straight into another one once we finish this one up."

Lilith sighed as she listened to his answer. It wasn't exactly what she was hoping for. For some reason she had just expected him to drop what he was doing and help her. He seemed like the type. Hell, she had even heard multiple stories about him doing that exact thing. However, he seemed very reluctant to even help her at all. Almost as if he didn't trust her.

"Look, if you don't want to help just say so. Don't beat around the bush" she bit out, her voice scaring her as well as the man who sat in front of her. "For some reason I've got demons trying to kill me and I don't exactly understand why. I thought you of all people could possibly help me keep them away, but if you don't want to don't waste my time. I'll find someone else."

Before either of them really processed what had just happened Lilith was out of the chair and storming off. She couldn't exactly explain the rage and utter disappointment that was currently coursing through her. In all honestly she shouldn't be surprised. She was a complete stranger who just magically claimed to know a very personal fact about another person.

Back inside the bar Dean was still running through the conversation he had just had with this mysterious girl. Her mood and temperament changed so drastically and in such a short amount of time. He hadn't even realized how serious she was until she exploded and left. Whatever was going on with her was suddenly more important than a simple haunting. And Sammy would definitely agree, he was a bleeding heart. Yet he was just so nervous about accepting this girl's request for help.

Swallowing the large lump that had formed in his throat, Dean got up from his seat and placed a twenty dollar bill on the table and headed outside to find Lilith. Immediately not seeing her in the practically deserted parking lot, he began to panic and quicken his pace. For some unknown reason he was extremely worried about her. She had said something about demons trying to kill her but he hadn't taken her seriously then. Now, though, it sounded like a very probable thing. Especially with how fast she had seemed to disappear.

A scream a few away from him pulled him out of his thoughts and he hurried to where it seemed to have come from. There were five enormous men all huddled around the girl from the bar. She was visibly shaking while looking around at the faces of the men with her own terrified expression. The men were talking in deep hushed voices yet it seemed Lilith knew exactly what they were saying to her.

"It's not nice picking on a poor defenseless girl in the middle of the night" Dean rasped, a confident smirk fixed on his lips as the five men turned to look at him.

Behind them Lilith looked up, relief etched all over her face, and sighed heavily. However, the relief was quickly erased from her face as another man emerged from the shadows and grabbed her. A scream ripped it's way out of her throat as she peered into pitch black eyes.

"You really thought you could hide, didn't you?" the voice asked, a sick smirk set on his lips as he tried to pull her struggling form away from the others.

Dean didn't notice the absence of the other girl until the five men surrounding him fell to the ground unconscious. With a quick confused glance around the area, his mind swiftly switched back to 'panic mode'. Once again the girl from the bar had managed to disappear out of thin air. Though, yet again, he heard her desperate cries for help which were quickly followed by the harsh sound of flesh hitting flesh.

He could hear her whimpers and pleads as he neared where she was but suddenly they stopped all together. When he finally managed to find her, he was shocked by what he saw. Lilith was standing in front of him, her shirt splattered with blood and what looked to be a pipe in her hand, with the man who had dragged her away laid out in front of her. A look of pure terror was etched onto her face as the pipe fell from her hands, emanating a loud clang that resonated around the small side alley.

"Do you believe me now?" she whispered, her breathing ragged. She was beyond terrified. She had single handedly either knocked out or killed someone. But that wasn't the scariest thing. The scariest thing was the enormous cloud of black smoke that erupted from his mouth as he fell to the ground. "Please, help me."