"So," Dean started over apple pie. "If we're gonna be taking care of you, we need to know some stuff. How old are you? What freaks you out? Do you know anything about hunting or the life surrounding it? Can you do anything useful, I mean, do you have any skills?"

I looked at Sam who looked back, obviously also wanting answers.

"I am 21 years old, which makes me seven years younger than you," I looked at Dean. "And two years younger than you," I directed at Sam. "Spiders freak me out, as does heights and the thought of being run over."

Dean frowned, confused.

"I don't know how to hunt and I don't want to learn, but I know a lot, loads in fact, about the life surrounding it. I started doing research after my mum, you know, to make sure if I was in that situation, I'd know at least what I was dealing with. That leads onto my skills; I am shit-hot smart when it comes to creatures, myths, legends, curses, everything that exists and shouldn't. And that's not being vain." I looked from Dean to Sam. "You want to know something, I can find it if I don't know it already. While searching for you I made it my . . . habit to become a supernatural encyclopaedia."

Sam and Dean looked at each other, both with raised eyebrows.

"What's your last name? Are you a Winchester?" Sam asked.

"I could be, I suppose, my mum changed her last name when she left home. From Winchester to Smith. She said she wanted something ordinary and completely normal."

"Can't get more normal than that," Dean huffed around a mouth full of pie.

"Where are you staying? Do you have much stuff with you?"

"A motel fifteen minutes from here and I have two bags of clothes and another bag of stuff I need. Passport, money, a few I.D.'s, the general stuff," I answered Sam's question.

"How do you get around?" Dean asked me.

"Coach, bus, train, hitchhike, any way I can. I've had to learn how to survive, maybe now I won't have to worry about that so much," I replied.

"Being with us doesn't mean you let your guard drop, you always keep alert and keep your eyes open," Dean pointed at me with his fork and I nodded nervously.

Sam looked at his watch. "We need to go and get her stuff and go if we want to be in Louisiana by tomorrow."

"Rednecks," I grinned.

"I think you and me are going to get along," Dean laughed.

"Can you find anything out about the town Bon Temps? There are vampires that have supposedly revealed themselves and are living among humans," Sam asked.

"Are you going to kill them?" I looked at them warily.

"If they are feeding off humans, which they probably are. We've only met one . . ." Dean sought a word in his mind.

"Coven," I filled in.

"Yeah, we've only met one coven that doesn't harm humans. Humans weren't at risk so we left them to it," he explained.

"We'll get you the laptop when we get in the car," Sam said and looked at Dean. "Are you going to take much longer?"

"Sam, don't rush me. You know a good pie needs to be eaten properly so you get the whole taste, you can't just eat pie like you eat a . . . cheesecake, now we will leave when I have finished," Dean scowled.

"I hope you have patience and a very long fuse cause you're gonna need it to be around him all the time," Sam advised.

"Hahaha, don't be like that Sammy, you would miss me if I were gone."

"I don't know, why don't you give it a try," Sam fought back.

"Bitch."

"Jerk."