Dean stopped the car. He was ready to drop off Marlowe and leave her on the side of the road but Sam was giving him his "don't do anything stupid face." Marlowe knew she was in too deep. She should've kept her mouth shut, but she thought they deserved to know everything.

Sam was trying to think of things to say. He knew that Dean was angry, which meant that he would definitely not be talking for a while. Sam wanted to give Marlowe a decent chance to explain herself. He thought that if she knew everything about them, then she may know some things about their parents, so he started there.

"Did you know our parents?" asked Sam trying to get to the truth.

"I knew your parents very well" said Marlowe with a hint of sadness "They were my best friends. I was actually the maid of honor at their wedding."

The more Marlowe talked, the more irritated Dean became. He was tired of the waiting game. He wanted the full truth.

"Who the hell do you think you are and why do you think we would believe you?" said Dean while pulling Marlowe out of the back of the car by her jacket collar.

"Dean whatever you're thinking about doing, don't do it." said Sam as he tried to calm down his brother.

"I have been lied to too many times and I know what it looks like when everything a person says isn't worth a damn cent." said Dean while still having a tight grip on the jacket.

"I'll tell you everything, I promise " said Marlowe, while trying to catch her breath. "I don't like being lied to either, but let me tell you everything in the car, on the way to Kansas. It may take a while."

They got back in the car, this time with Sam being the wheel. Marlowe made herself comfortable again in the back and Dean was slumped down in the passenger side.

" Do you want me to start when I met your parents, or do you want to hear my humble beginnings as well?" asked Marlowe.

"Why not start with your story." said Sam, wondering how long the story will actually be.

"Whatever I say, no matter how far fetched it may seem" , said Marlowe "It is 100% the truth. "

"Well let's get it started!" snapped Dean, getting impatient.

"Okay, the beginning." said Marlowe, trying to remember her life. "I was born Marlowe Hildebrand, fourth of six kids to Wilhelm and Beatrice Hildebrand in a farming town about 10 or so miles from Pittsburg. "

"What year?" asked Sam.

"What year was I born?" said Marlowe, obviously hesitating, "I was born in... uh... 1802."

Dean stopped the car, again and turned around. "I thought you said no more lying."

"I'm not lying! " shouted Marlowe "My birthday was February 2nd 1802. My mother was the daughter of a Shawnee Indian and A French fur trader. She learned things from her medicine woman grandmother. My father was a German immigrant from a family of hunters and farmers that came to the US at 17. My siblings and I grew up speaking French, German, and a little bit of the Shawnee language, along with English."

"What did your parents do for a living?" Dean asked , trying to catch her in a lie.

"My mom was a housewife and my dad was a farmer. All of us kids grew up in the farming life and when we finished our chores, we all went hunting. When we got back from our hunts, my mom had our dinners waiting at the table."

"So all of you went hunting? All six of you?" asked Sam.

"Yes most of us did, once we were old enough. My older sister Addie didn't enjoy as much as I did. She was too kind for her own good. Didn't want to hurt anybody. My brothers loved to hunt. My brother Matthew was the best. He was strong, determined, and vicious when you caught him on a bad day, but he fell in love and quit the job. My brother David took his place and then it was me and my younger brother Daniel. My little sister Clara was too fragile to go out hunting. If she was growing up now she'd probably be diagnosed with asthma or something."

"So you actually liked hunting while growing up? Being raised into it?" asked Dean curiously.

"I only really enjoyed it because I was good at it and I saw it as a way to get closer to my family." replied Marlowe.

"Do you remember the first time you hunted anything by yourself?" asked Sam

"I remember every detail. That is one thing a person never forgets. I had just turned 18 and I was hunting a werewolf. "

As soon as Marlowe started talking about that night, her mind took her right back. Right back to the trees, right back to the to the darkness, and right back to the silence. It was almost too quiet. She heard the ruffle of the leaves behind her. The sun was going to come up in at least an hour so she thought she could catch him in his more vulnerable human form. She estimated where he would turn up at sunrise and she waited. When she saw the yellow beacon coming up over a hill she started walking towards the werewolf's location. After walking about 10 minutes she saw a figure. He was pale and filthy. She saw that he was fully clothed. She assumed that after changing back into his normal state he must have put clothes on. The individual was slumped against a tree. She walk over pulling her gun with the silver bullet closer and closer. She was at least 12 feet away from him and she loaded the gun. She was ready to kill but then he looked up. All she saw were those baby blues.

"Marlowe? What are you doing?" asked the now human monster frantically.

"Billy, why didn't you tell me what you were?" asked Marlowe, still holding her gun.

"How would I know that you would've believed me? " asked Billy now walking towards Marlowe and her gun.

Billy was the son of the owner of the local general store. He worked there and whenever Marlowe would sell her family's produce at the market he made sure to stop by. Soon he stopped to see Marlowe when he wasn't even working, he just wanted to take any chance he could get to see her. Marlowe knew that Billy and his family lived in a little house in the woods not far from town. At first she thought Billy was just talking to her because he had nothing else better to do. Soon, she grew to love the attention and the flirting was mutual. After that well, you can use your imagination. That kind of relationship at that time was pretty scandalous. The only people that knew about it were Marlowe's mother and her older sister Addie.

"Because Billy after everything we have gone through I thought we could trust each other." said Marlowe as tears streamed down her face.

"Then why do you have that gun pointed at me?" responded Billy.

As soon as he mentioned the gun, Marlowe collapsed to the ground in tears. Billy sat on the ground with her and held her hand.

"Now that you know what I am and I know what you are, you know what I have to do." said Marlowe while trying to stop crying.

"You don't have to do anything. We can run away." suggested Billy.

"You ate the preacher's wife Billy!" shouted Marlowe "She was found by dead in the woods by school children!"

"You know that wasn't me!" Billy shouted back. "I can't control it. This thing just takes over and there is nothing I can do."

"Then doesn't that give me a reason to kill you?" said Marlowe, now more calm "The fact that you have no way of controlling any part of what is happening to you."

Billy knew she was right. He had no idea what to do when the monster in him takes over. He didn't want to cause any more damage. He just didn't want to be found out by Marlowe. Anyone but Marlowe. He let go of her hand and kissed her on the forehead. He started to walk away but then he stopped and turned his back. Marlowe knew this was his way of telling her what to do. Even though every muscle in her body wanted her to break down, she went on with it and she pulled the trigger. When the ringing in her ears was gone, she found herself back in the Impala.

"So you just killed him. Right then and there." said Sam.

"What would you have done Sam? He had killed people. He had no way of stopping himself from doing it again." said Marlowe defensively.

"Well if it means anything, I think you did the right thing." said Dean.

"I know I did." said Marlowe.

"Well, what happened next in this never ending story called your life?" asked Sam feeling clever for coming up with the never ending story line.

"Hell, that's what happened next." said Marlowe "About two years before Billy's death, my family was plagued with Demons. My brother David was possessed and our crops were destroyed. There were other possessions around town as well. Thankfully we had help from above, but things were about to get a whole lot worse."

"Help from above, like help from Angels?" asked Dean.

"Yes" responded Marlowe quickly "If they can help you too then why wouldn't they be able to help me?"

"Good point" said Sam "You said it got worse. How much worse?"

Marlowe hated telling this part of her story, but she promised to tell them the truth and this was part of the unfortunate truth.

"It was four months after Billy died and I had just come home from the town market where I had sold some grain, corn, and carrots. I opened the door to see my family torn apart by four different hell hounds. I walked in on one finishing off Clara. After watching her die knowing I couldn't stop anything, I went nuts. For some reason I could see the hounds and I slaughtered them one by one. Each death more painful than the last. In the blink of an eye I saw my family dead with four dead hell hounds at my feet. Killing them was way too easy. Then I felt it. The hot air on my neck. Apparently, the hounds that killed my family were "puppies" and Mama wasn't too happy about what I did to her babies. That hot air on my neck was the biggest hell hound I have ever seen breathing down my neck. I was ripped to shreds within seconds. "

"How long were you in hell?" asked Dean, who remembered all too well what that was like.

"I was in there for two years regular time but I'm sure that you know that time down there passes by differently so their time it was about 240 years. Thankfully, I was pulled out by some stupid angel. After getting out, I was too broken up about everything. Devastated about Billy, my family, and the hell was the perfect cherry on my shitty life sundae. I lasted about two days by myself and then I found one of my Dad's guns. I was ready to get it over with and I pulled the trigger and nothing happened."

"What do you mean nothing happened?" asked Dean, who was ready to stop the car a third time.

"I didn't die." said Marlowe "I couldn't die, no matter what I did to myself or whatever someone else tried to do to me I wound up coming back from it."

"What did you do afterwards?" asked Sam.

"I kept on hunting. I was ruthless. There's nothing more dangerous than a hunter with nothing left to lose." said Marlowe "I stopped hunting during the Civil War and volunteered as a nurse. After the war I did some odd jobs over the years, like bounty hunting, went to college a few times, nannying and things like that. Before WW1 I went back to hunting and then I volunteered for nursing again. I was a nurse during WW2 and then I was a strictly hunting. I took up nannying during the 50s to get some money. All of that eventually lead to me meeting your mom in 1970."

"How did you meet her?" asked Dean.

Marlowe thought back to the day when she met the then 16 year old Mary Campbell. Marlowe was hunting a vampire. Like always, she found herself running. Eventually the vampire caught up with her and had her pinned up against a tree. She knew that the vampire couldn't do any serious harm to her, but it doesn't make the situation any less uncomfortable. She closed her eyes, prepared for the fateful sensation of teeth sinking into her flesh but instead she heard a small thud. She opened her eyes to see an axe wielding blonde standing over the body of the vampire.

"I guess I should probably thank you." Marlowe said to Mary while stepping over the body.

"That would probably be the appropriate response." said Mary while walking along side Marlowe "My name is Mary Campbell by the way. My dad and I are out here looking for a vampire nest."

"Well, Mary Campbell thank you for taking care of that vampire for me. I am Marlowe Faulkner."

After their small introduction, they met up with Samuel Campbell and snuffed out the vampire nest. Marlowe was then invited to dinner at the Campbell's and shortly after that she was considered their adopted daughter.

"Where were you when Samuel and Deanna died?" asked Dean curiously because there was no mention of her when he had travelled back in time.

"I was visiting family in France. I still feel terrible to this day. I should have been there to stop it." said Marlowe sadly.

"When I got back from France, I met your Dad. He was so in love with your mother. I was so happy for them. Your Mom had finally gotten her chance of having a normal life. You can imagine how happy she was when she found out she was pregnant the first time, and the second time she was even more happy. They both were."

"Why did you leave?" asked Dean "If you were such an "important" part of our family".

"When your Mom died," said Marlowe still sad about the tragic event "Your Dad had no idea what to do. He would work overtime as a mechanic trying to support you financially and I would be left babysitting you two. This went on for about three years. That was when your Dad had vowed to kill Azaezel himself. I offered to hunt the bastard myself but John said that he had to do this himself. After hours of arguing I told him that after everything that had happened to your mom, that you guys deserved a normal life. He never gave up. Finally, he told me "You won't convince me to stay, so you might as well leave." So I left."

"Why wouldn't he tell us about you?" questioned Sam.

"He probably wouldn't want you trying to go out and find me. He wanted you with him. He sent postcards and pictures. He knew I would want to know how you were doing. I also sent money on Christmas and birthdays, but as the years went on we just lost touch." Marlowe said as she passed up her wallet to Sam, showing him the school pictures she had in there."

"I remember these pictures." said Sam as he was looking at the pictures.

"I remember that sweater vest." chuckled Dean as noticed the argyle number that Sam was wearing in the photo.

"You're just mad that I could pull off a sweater vest." Sam said as he rolled his eyes at his brother.

"Trust me Sammy, no one wanted to pull of your sweater vest." said Dean with a devilish grin.

Right as Sam was going to tell his brother to shut up, they were pulling up to the bunker. Everyone got their things out of the trunk and made their way to the door. Right as Dean was ready to unlock it, Kevin opened the door from the other side.

"I heard you guys drive up to the bunker." said Kevin, ready to ask if they hunted down Asmodeus but then he saw Marlowe. "Who's she?"

Sam, Dean, and Marlowe looked at each other. They all had no idea what to say.

"It's a long story." said Sam.