I must have passed out because I woke up hours later with the annoying dinging of the driver side door open with the keys still left in the ignition. I smelled fresh blood that made my stomach twist uncomfortably. I lifted my head slowly as it was stuck to the plastic seats. I tried to see what time it was but the dinging made it impossible to think.

I let out a painful groan as I kicked open my door and saw I wasn't near Stanford University. But somewhere else. I lifted a hand to block the sunlight when I heard the roar of a car, in the distance, coming closer. I didn't have any supplies so I walked away from the taxi and only then did I see the amount of blood that coated the side of the once yellow car.

I fell to my knees holding my mouth. It had been a year since I saw death at this level. I knew what did this wasn't a human. But my mind raced wondering why it had left me in the back seat almost completely unharmed. That's when I heard the roar coming closer. I raised my hands up and walked towards the street frantically waving for I knew that the creature that did that damage couldn't be far away.

"Help!" I said running towards the street. The black shape of an Impala slowed to a stop. I glanced back at the blood covered Taxi then back to see Sam Winchester's face appearing through the slightly tinted windshield. The look of shock and confusion on both his and his brother's face made my headache vanish instantly. The light to noises didn't bother me but what bothered me was why I was there.

"Christy?" Sam asked running to my side. I was still wearing my white tank top, my hoodie, and jeans I had worn however long ago it was since I was in that taxi. "What are you doing here?"

"I...I honestly don't know." I said shaking my head. "I remember I took the taxi..." I turned and my eyes went wide as it had just vanished into thin air. "Great!" I yelled throwing my hands up and tearing off my hoodie. "Now I'm completely mental! STUPID BIRD BRAINS!" I screamed at the sky, my voice going hoarse. I felt Sam grip my shoulder calming me down. He always had a gift of calming me down, even before I act like a complete idiot.

"Christy, why don't you come with me and my brother. You can explain everything before we get to Jericho." I glanced over at Sam and then at his brother. "What?"

"How did I get all the way here to Jericho?" I thought to myself.

"Because you need to be here with them," a sweet voice I only heard once six years ago said. "Go with them."

"Yeah, I'll come with you." I said snapping out of the slight haze. "Then after all this is over I'm heading to a bar, get myself shitfaced drunk and then try and get more hunting done."

"Hunting?" Dean asked stepping besides Sam and me. "You mean, you hunt deer, bear, elk or what?"

"More like Ghost, wraiths, demons and other things that go bump in the night." I said nonchalantly. After I realize what I said I covered my mouth and prayed to every birdbrain in Heaven that I didn't make myself into a complete idiot.

"I'm sorry but you don't look like the hunter type." Dean said with a smile.

"And what type do I look like?" I asked leaning up against Dean inches away from his face. I saw a small pink line spread across his cheeks.

"I...I think we should get back in the car." He said licking his lips. I smiled and stepped away climbing into the backseat of the Black Impala. Dean stood there talking to Sam in a hushed whisper and I saw Sam smile. Which was really rare when he was away from Jessica.

"What did he say?" I asked as Sam climbed in the car and Dean took a few awkward steps way bent his knees and was slowly heading towards the impala.

"Oh, he's just trying to calm his urge to find a shady motel and buy a room for a couple of hours." I let out a chuckle and leaned back onto the black leather seats.

"Can I tell you a secret?" I asked and leaned in closer towards Sam's ear, just as Dean climbed into the car. "He's not my type. I just enjoy seeing men get all jelly legged around me."

I smiled triumphantly as Dean gave me a weary glance in the rear-view. "When we get back," Dean said bringing his Impala back to life. "I'm going to take you up on that drink." I smiled and looked out the window. "And maybe something else, later."

"Don't dream on it," I said closing my eyes. For the first time in my life I felt safe. Even with all the demons, ghosts, and everything else that haunts the nights, I felt safe, as if I was meant to be there with those two. I took in a deep sigh and fell asleep to the rocking of the car and the sweet jam of Metallica.