I opened my eyes, I was staring up at the ceiling. Where was I? I slowly sat up, but my body rejected my actions and I felt myself fall back into the hard bed I was laying on. I had a slight headache but nothing that couldn't be fixed with a few painkillers. I close my eyes shut once again, hoping that sleep would overtake me. Then, I remembered everything. It literally hit me like a ton of bricks. I bolted upright and my eyes immediately started scanning my surroundings. There was another bed to my right, and a couch in front of the beds. A table to the side of the room with a laptop on it and also a load of local newspapers spread out, and a door to my left. I guess that's where the bathroom is, and I guess this is a shabby motel. I crawl out of the covers and walk into the other room, I was right about it being a bathroom. I washed my face and rinsed my mouth out with toothpaste. I didn't have any clean clothes or anything. I looked a mess, so I just put my hair into a bun on the top of my head. I was alone in this motel room, where was Dean and Sam? I rubbed my eyes and went and sat on the couch.

I was watching some shit on the TV when the door to the motel opened and in came Dean and Sam. They were dressed funny. They wore suits and looked like they just stepped out of some crime scene show.

"Hey, I got you this. I um… didn't know what type you liked but…" Dean stuttered and passed me a bag. There was a bacon burger inside, my favourite, I didn't realise how hungry I was until now. I nodded awkwardly, I didn't know what to say so I just took the burger and ate it. It was delicious.

"Thank you" I said, "do you have anything to drink?"

"Uhm, yes. Wait, how old are you again?" Sam asked as he walked towards the little refrigerator.

"17" I stated.

"Well then, no beer for you. We have water." He chuckled and threw me a bottle of water which I caught without hesitation.

I turned my attention back to the TV. I really didn't know what to do or say, I didn't know either of these men at all. All I knew was that one of them is my father, and the other is my uncle. I didn't want to leave them… It's strange. I feel safe and reassured around them. So I am willing to lie when they decide to send me away. I walked towards the table where they were both sitting and talking about some… case? I sat on a chair and they both turned towards me.

"Dominique, right?" Sam asked, wow his hair was long.

"Yes sir." I smiled slightly.

"See, the thing is, Domonique… our job is too dangerous to put anyone we care about's lives at risk." Dean started.

"What do you mean?" I asked, I already gathered that. I mean, they have the king of hell on their case for pity's sake.

"He means you can't come with us. Is there other family members you have?" Sam said as his forehead creased in a concerned way.

Yes, in Australia. "No… My mother was killed by that… Crowley."

"There's no one else?" he asked. "It's just not safe for you to be with us."

"No." I stated. I'm glad I was a good actress. "Look, the king of hell showed up on my doorstep and killed my mum. I don't have any other family members apart from you guys and I know nothing about you, but apparently you have a lot of enemy's. Who's to say another ungodly creature is going to turn up and try to kill me? Maybe the safest place for me right now is to be with you."

"Dean she's got a point." Sam said, thinking things over. I could see that both of them saw my point of view and agreed. And I guess that got them off my backs for a while. At least long enough for me to have a chance to get to know them. I have been dreaming about this my whole life, I want this to be good.

"Okay. Well Dom you're gonna have to learn to survive in our lifestyle, so we're gonna have to teach you. Right now we're dealing with a case and we're suspecting it's a powerful witch." Sam started before I interrupted him.

"A witch?" I almost laughed.

"Yes, a witch." He said, and he started getting some things from a bag of his. "This is a hex bag, this is going to keep them from finding you."

Sam showed me how to make a hex bag to stop them from finding me, and I found it very interesting. I was able to make one first try.

"Hey Dean, since you're her… you know… dad and all I think you should take her to get some clothes." Sam told him.

"Can't you take the girl? You're more… Gay than I am." Dean said, then looked proud about his remark. Maybe I am more like him than my mother.

"Dean she's your daughter."

"Your niece."

"Why don't you both come?" I suggested. "But I only have £30"

"Well… I don't think you can get anything here with English money." Dean shrugged. He dived his hand into his jeans and pulled out his wallet. "Here" he said and passed me a load of American money, I didn't understand how much I had. All I know was that they were called dollars.

I followed Dean and Sam to their car, which was a beautiful car.

"Oh my god. 1967 Chevy Impala. Wow." I gawped. I want this car.

"Baby, meet Dom." He said, introducing his car to me. I found it funny so I had to laugh a little. Sam shook his head at the two of us, earning a "what?!" from us both, which we said at the same time. We looked at each other and he smiled, I like him.