I woke up the next day with a pounding headache worse than yesterday. When I finally opened my eyes I had to immediately close them because the light coming through the window was way too overwhelming and did nothing but intensify the throbbing pain in my head. After a few minutes of laying in bed, I realized I needed to get up. Just because these guys offered me a place to stay and had saved my life did not mean they weren't crazy psychos that torture teenage girls. I needed to stay alert at all times.

I slowly crawled out of bed, careful not to jostle my aching head. I then took in my surroundings. I looked around and I noticed that Dean hadn't returned last night so it was just me and Sam in the room. To be honest, I don't really trust Sam as much as I trust Dean. He just gives me this weird vibe. Thinking about Sam made me realize that he wasn't here either.

I got up and knocked on the bathroom door, only to have it slightly creak open. I peeked in and saw no Sam, so I opened the door further and stepped in. On the sink sat a lone pill bottle. Picking it up I read that it helps headaches so I took one from the full container and popped it in my mouth washing it down with water from the sink, using my hands to cup the water.

I looked up into the mirror and was not surprised. I looked like crap, but then again I felt like crap too. The headache was probably from yesterday, but I was starting to feel a little nauseous. It was barely even noticeable but just enough that it was going to bug me the entire day.

I was pulled out of my thoughts after hearing the motels lock click. Quickly I scanned the bathroom looking for something to protect myself with,and found a lone metal pipe under the sink. I picked it up and positioned it over my shoulder, ready to swing at anyone who got to close. I waited a few seconds listening to someone moving around the room until I heard a gasp.

"Crap, Dean she's not here."

I somewhat relaxed at hearing the somewhat familiar voice and lowered the pipe. I opened the bathroom door and stepped out back into the motel room where a frantic Sam ran a hand through his hair. In his other hand was a phone, It was probably Dean on the other line. I let out a little cough to get Sam's attention.

He turned around so fast I thought he might fall over. His face went from stressed to normal in about 0.2 seconds. He stared at me for a few seconds, frozen in place. He awoke from his trance and returned to the phone.

"Hey… Yeah I'm still here….. Don't worry I found her…..Ok….Yeah ok."

Sam hung up the phone and looked at me with a worried expression. I was getting a little creeped out, I mean I only just met him yesterday and he freaked out when he saw I wasn't in bed.

"Are you okay? I didn't see you in bed so I thought you ran."

"Yeah, I'm ok I just went to the bathroom." I sorta lied.

Sam nodded, he then walked over to the table. On top of the table was a plastic Gas N' sip bag, Sam reached pulled out a breakfast sandwich and handed it to me. I accepted the sandwich and nodded thanks.

"We have to go so you do whatever you have to do and meet me in the car in 15, okay?" Sam said after a long hiatus. I looked at him with surprise.

"Where are we going now then?" I questioned and waited for a response.

Sam sighed and continued."Dean and I, we can't really stay in one place too long."He looked at me trying to see if I accepted the question. I wanted to know more so I motioned with my hand for him to continue. He rolled his eyes.

"You won't believe me." Now it was my turn to roll my eyes. Obviously if it was crazy I wouldn't believe him, but I still wanted to hear what he was going to say. I stared him dead in the face silently urging him to continue anyway.

"Fine, don't say I didn't warn you." He reached over for his bag that was sitting on the floor next to the table and pulled out a worn out leather journal. "This was my dad's. Inside is everything he knew about hunting, and not just any normal deer or squirrel hunt. He hunted Monsters that are thought to just be stories." He pushed the book over towards me, and I opened it up to a random page. "Me and my brother, we hunt too. We've been hunting basically our whole life."

I flipped through the pages of the journal skimming through the information. I abruptly stopped on a page that read 'DEMONS' and read through it blocking Sam out. From what I could decipher, demons were basically souls that were broken through torture in hell. Their form is black smoke and can possess a human, when they are in a body their eyes are black and they reek of sulfur. I thought about yesterday and how Sam had vaguely told me the driver just so happened to be a demon. I'm starting to question what I think is real and make believe. Sam finally seemed to notice I wasn't listening to him.

"Mandy….? Hey, are you okay, you uh, don't look so good." I replied with a nod but winced as a sharp shock of pain corsed through my skull. I tried to hide it but Sam noticed my discomfort and reached across the table to feel my forehead. I immediately pulled away from his touch. He looked disappointed, and I started to feel bad, but I remembered this was for my own protection, not to boost his self esteem.

I slowly stood up ignoring my headache as much as possible, and walked out the front door ignoring Sam's protests, and went over to the wagon from yesterday. I strolled over to the side and ran my hand over the splintering wood memorizing the texture. I sat down and took out the small sketch pad and pencil from the hidden pocket in my jacket, and started drawing. I started with the outline then slowly shaded it in until I thought it looked acceptable.

I got so distracted with my drawing that I forgot about my headache and failed to notice Sam watching me from behind. Eventually he came over and touched my shoulder, I reacted fast and punched him in the stomach. I looked up and noticed it was Sam and was hunched over with his arms wrapped protectively around his midsection. I dropped my drawing tools and notepad on the ground carefully and then I asked if he was ok.

Sam looked at me with eyes that reminded me of when Dean saw whatever was in that duffle bag. I only got a quick glance at them before my gaze landed on the bags that were all packed and ready to go. He was coming over to tell me that we had to leave, and I punched him. Suddenly the roar of Deans Impala brought be back into focus.

The Impala swiftly rolled into the parking lot and stopped right next to Sammy and I. The engine was turned off and then we were left in silence. Dean opened the driver's side door and lifted himself out of the car. As soon as he was fully out, he made a beeline straight to where Sam was just starting to recover from the blow.

"You okay Sammy?" Sam slowly nodded yes in reply to Dean and stood up using the Impala to pull himself up.

As soon as Dean knew his brother was ok, he started laughing. Both me and Sam stood there so confused to why Dean was laughing. After a few seconds of just watching him Sam finally spoke.

"Dude, what's so funny?" Dean looked between Sam and I before busting out laughing once again. When he finally composed himself, he took a deep breath and put the most serious look on his face.

Turning his full attention to Sam he quietly asked."Did she do this to you?"

Sam who looked even more confused than before nodded again. I could see Dean was using all his strength not to laugh again. Once again serious, Dean finally told him.

"Dude, you like totally got beat by a girl."

Sam gave Dean the nastiest glare before turning to get all the bags and put them in the car. I didn't bring anything back with me from the van except a small duffle with a pair of clothes and my drawing stuff, so I just packed everything I had dropped into the bag and followed Dean into the car. A few minutes later Sam came and hopped into the car as well.