I had walked for at least an hour before I reached a gas station. My watch had died a while back so I had no idea what the exact time was, but it was still pitch black, aside from the few lights that were on around the building. I almost began to regret leaving my brothers the way I had, but I made my choice and there was no going back. They probably hated me anyways.

The inside of the gas station was bright, but I saw no one working. A black Honda Civic was parked on the side so I assumed someone was still here. I peered inside the building, but I saw no one.

Taking a chance, I pulled out the spare wire I had in my bag and strode over to the car. Quickly, I unlocked the door and got inside, making sure to check the backseat before I took off. I grabbed the wires under the steering wheel and did what I had seen my father do countless times before. The dash lit up and smiled to myself, thinking that if he were here with me he might have told me that he was proud. Probably not, but it's nice to think about.

I checked around one last time and then sped out of the parking lot, hoping I wouldn't get caught. I had never stolen a car by myself before, it was almost liberating. I turned up the radio and when a Kansas song started to flow through the speakers I almost changed it, but I didn't. I thought about Dean. I thought about how he had always been the one to look out for me and Sammy. We we're the only people he had besides Dad. That thought alone was enough for me almost turn around, but I didn't.

I kept going. And I didn't look back.

My phone hadn't stopped ringing all night. The name lighting up alternating between Dean and Sam's every time. I finally turned it off. I knew they were worried, but that still wasn't going to stop them from searching for Dad. As much as they both hated to admit it, they knew I could handle myself.

Or maybe it was because I was only their half-sister. Maybe they didn't care as much about me because I wasn't Mary's kid like them. I knew I shouldn't be thinking like that, but it was hard not to sometimes. I always felt like I wasn't like them, not like the way that Sam felt he was a freak, but in the way that I just didn't belong with them. Sure, John is my father, but I didn't go through what they had with Mary. They all had a stronger bond than I did. They would deny it every time I brought it up when I was younger, but I knew there was some truth to it.

My mother's name was Kathleen Green. She was a hunter by blood, third generation. She met John when he was just starting out. There were a couple of vampires killing the town's virgins, for some crazy messed up reason. She taught him a thing or two, even though he wasn't exactly a ray of sunshine they still got along.

It was two years after Mary's death and the wound was still fresh. He was angry and even though I know he would never tell me so, he used my mother. He left the morning after without so much as a goodbye. When my mom found out she was pregnant she moved across the country to Omaha, where she grew up. She completely gave up hunting and even met a guy who she was going to marry. We were happy for a year. Until a demon came to town and messed everything up. The evil son of a bitch possessed my mother's fiancé, but she suspected it before it tried to kill her. Somehow she hid me in a closet and when it came for her and possessed her it didn't come for me. It killed her fiancé and made her watch from inside her own body. God knows if she's even still alive.

My dad only knew to come because before it came for my mother she called him. She told him about me and for some unknown reason he actually came. He found me three days later dying in the closet my mother hid me in. To this day I don't know why he took me in instead of giving me to an orphanage. He already had a three year old and a seven year old, he didn't need me too.

As I drove I thought about her. My dad always told me she was a great hunter and one of the nicest girls he had ever met. He didn't tell me much about her and it wasn't until I was ten that I got really curious. I stole his journal one night when he was sleeping and read all about her. Dean caught me, he was so furious, but he still never told our dad that I had.

I didn't realize I was crying until I couldn't see the road anymore. I swerved to avoid a tree and parked in the grass. I knew it was time to ditch the car anyways; someone would be looking for it by now.

I walked a ways before I stuck my thumb out to try to get a ride. I never hitchhiked unless I absolutely had to. And I was desperate.

A truck began to slow and I silently prayed it wasn't a creepy old man with other intentions, not that I couldn't take him. I opened the heavy blue door and climbed inside. A heavy set older woman with a few front teeth missing sat in the driver's seat.

"Hey little lady, where to?" she asked loudly.

"Las Vegas," I replied confidently.

"You're in luck, I'm headed that way too," she gave me a toothless smile as she got back onto the road. After ten minutes of heavy rock quietly streaming from the slightly broken radio she looked over at me.

"I'm Stella," she said roughly.

"Andie Christo," I said, using God's name in Latin to see if she would flinch. She didn't. I inwardly sighed, relieved I didn't get into a car with a demon.

"Nice to meet you, Andie. Now tell me, what are you doing hitchhiking all the way out here?" She seemed like a nice person, not many good people picked up complete strangers without another motive.

"My father dropped off the face of the earth, so I'm going to see my mother in Las Vegas," I lied. "She's sick and I don't have a car." Which was only half true.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry to hear about that, dearie." She adjusted her mirror before continuing. "My brother's sick too, god awful thing. I'm headed to see him in Utah."

I nodded, hoping the conversation was over, I hadn't slept in 23 hours and I was ready to pass out. All my instincts in my body were screaming at me to stay awake, but my eyes drooped and I couldn't fight my better judgment anymore.

It was my first mistake.