A/N: I'm back. Again. Yay. New chapter for you guys. Didn't really get many reviews for the last chapter... but oh well. I've got many surprises in store and if you were paying EXTRA attention in Chapter 1 (not the prologue), you may know what could be coming and a little about Eva's past. Also, this chapter is a little *long* but it's worth the read. I promiseee. Enough of my rambling, here ya' go.

Chapter 3 - Join For The Ride

'Not all those who wander are lost'

-Tolkien

"Are you trying to be an asshole on purpose?" Eva replied to his stupid 'brown eyes' joke, all because she had called him green eyes once. And they were very green as a matter of fact and it's definitely not common to see somebody with a pair of eyes like those. Too bad he was an ass.

"Let's just say that asshole is one of my many traits." He said while a witty smile grew on his face. Yep, definitely an asshole. All Eva did was roll her eyes and slouch back onto the seat.

Dean eyed the old man who had just walked across the street to make sure he wasn't checking on them from afar. It seemed he wasn't and that he ended up going his own business. All Dean was trying to do now was think hard about what Sam and he were going to do. By the looks of it, they hadn't caught the demon (much to Dean's dissatisfaction) but instead ended up finding a "string on the web", in this case, the loud and annoying brunette sitting at the back of his Impala. The only thing he wanted to do now was drive somewhere away from here, maybe the next street, and drop her off so that he and his brother could return to their lives. If there was one thing Dean hated, it was not getting business done and dusted. So technically, he hated any type of setback.

"Dean, if what she says is true, then we need to get back to the library and ask who took the book before her." Sam looked over at his brother who was thinking to himself. Sam did have a very good point.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean we'll know where the person is, maybe their name. And who's to say they used their real name," Also a good point coming from Dean. "And didn't you hear what she said? The lady wanted the damaged payed for and I'm not gonna be the one fixing that. Plan B, Sam." Sam had a look of defeat. His brother did have another good point.

Eva was feeling confused as to what exactly she was supposed to be doing. First of all, she had no idea what they were talking about, and second, she wanted to get out of the Goddamn car. And anyway, who drives these nowadays? She retorted to herself, referring to the Black 67' Chevy Impala. And this was probably the only good reason why people shouldn't be able to read people's minds: Dean would have felt highly offended if he had heard such a thing spoken from the brunette, and they weren't exactly on good terms at the moment.

"OK, can I go now?" Eva pushed herself forward slightly from the seat.

"I think she could be useful," Sam was quick to reply, though he was referring himself to Dean. "Maybe she can help us. I mean, she read the book. Maybe what was in it matched the way Jake died. At least we'll start somewhere." Sam threw his hand into a "Right?" position.

"Since when do we ever need help, Sammy?" You could Dean was slightly mad at his brother's suggestion through his facial expression. Adding a girl to the mix? Nope. Completely out of the question for Dean.

"You guys keep talking about Jake, Jake, Jake and I'm just sitting here without anybody explaining. So can somebody please tell me why that book is so important? And why am I still here?" Eva said a little louder, hopeful somebody would actually reply to her queries.

Sam looked over at Dean, feeling slightly unsure, but he decided to go ahead with what he was going to say. "Jake Pillock was murdered. Here, in Kingman."

Murder, murder... Of course, it was the murder that had been recently. She had read it in the newspaper and she read the article. But she still didn't understand: why were they getting so involved into this? Why was it worrying them so much? Like she had previously thought, they didn't look like cops but more like ordinary dudes who had that "I hit the bar every night" kinda style. Why was the book involved?

"I read about it the other day... wait, do you know anything about it?" She furrowed her eyebrows together. She practically ignored Dean's presence.

"No. That's why we need you to tell us what you read in that book. The note you found. Anything." Sam said as he faced the brunette. Dean had that face of his that literally read "C'mon". For once, a more "nicer" side was showing from at least one of them. But then she reminded herself they were probably just tugging her for information and they'd be gone.

She paused for a moment. "Like I said, it had rituals, different ways to torture a person, kill them, hurt them, ghosts, and not to mention the book was called "Demons". Yeah... Everything you could imagine was in that book," She cleared everything up. "Oh, and the note. It had page numbers, and those pages were missing. Somebody forgot about the note in it and took the pages with them to do hell-knows-what."

"Dean, it makes sense," Sam said all eagerly, returning his gaze to his brother. "That page was found at the scene because whoever used it ripped it from the book and made use of it, just like a recipe book. It adds up," He turned around again to face Eva. "How come you wanted to read that kind of thing?"

She didn't know whether to be sincere or just make up a story. If these dudes knew how useless her degree was, they'd probably laugh their heads off, and their heads would definitely roll off if they heard about what she did in her spare time. "Something that interests me. Let's just say I like to investigate these things. I'm not afraid of the things that go bump in the night. Ghosts, angels, demons."

"Really?" Sam was utterly surprised.

"Yeah, have for years now." She admitted, staring blankly at him.

"Well, now that Miss Brown eyes has cleared it up, where exactly are we meant to go from here?" Dean replied.

"I've told you, I'm not brown eyes." Eva said for the second time, slamming her hand against the headrest on Dean's seat. This Dean guy was absolutely pushing it.

"Hey, hey! You can say whatever you want to me but you don't hit my baby like that." Dean said, becoming all defensive.

"Alright, alright, what's your name? You still haven't told us." Sam tried to be civic before a fight were to commence between the two.

"It's Eva. Eva Sampson." She said simply.

"OK, I think we need to get out of here before anybody else questions us." Dean said, not really taking note of what was going on around him. He was worried about all the stares that surrounded the Impala.

"Wait, I'm not planning on staying with you guys so can you let me out?" Eva asked for the millionth time.

"Not here." He said. He started the Impala's engine, the sound arousing Dean completely. Even though he had heard that sound so many times, it still didn't stop pleasing him and giving him so much satisfaction. Dean drove away from the street they were in, noticing passersby would gaze at the car until it left their field of view. He decided it was probably best to drop this Eva off on some other street and then let her be.

After a thirty-second drive, Dean pulled the Impala onto the side of a road and came to a hault, possibly two streets further from their previous location. Dean had to get out of the car in order to pull the seat back for Eva to get out. And so he did and that was probably the only gentleman action she had witnessed coming from this man. "Well," Dean looked at Eva, and this time he actually looked at her properly. She had chestnut brown hair that was slightly longer than shoulder length; round face, olive skin tone and her eyes matched her hair exactly. She was shorter than him and very slim, he noticed. She had a very casual, laid-back look to her; definitely doesn't match her personality, he shared to himself. "You can go now. Oh, uh, and pretend that what happened earlier didn't happen." He made sure to mention.

"Fine," She shrugged. She stood there for a moment still and he was kinda doing the same. Well, this was awkward. She gave the floor a quick glance and started to walk off slowly; she sure wanted to ignore and pretend nothing happened. As she was walking off, it seemed destiny wasn't letting her go, because she heard Sam yell Dean's name while he pointed at something, making her turn abruptly. She saw a tall figure, and then it vanished quickly exactly where Sam was pointing at. Dean and Sam zoomed past her with their guns in their hands, almost like what they did when they met her. "Stay here." Dean said in a harsh tone as he ran past her.

"Wait! What the hell?" She called out, but they didn't bother to turn around. She noticed they were entering a park. Nobody ever went there. And why were they running like maniacs? She didn't know but she sure as hell was going to investigate because her curiosity was getting the better of her and it wasn't going to be some asshole that was going to stop her.

Her first instinct: run towards the same direction. The park basically consisted of a closed off wood area and one long, never ending concrete path; and she had no idea where it ended. Somehow, they had already gone pretty far ahead and she decided to pick up her speed. Why she was following them? She had no idea. Maybe they were just like her, investigating the same things as her. She thought of these little things as she ran, her black converse possibly creating sparks against the concrete. She came to a sudden halt when she finally came across them; they were at least 20 metres away from her and they seemed to be confronting a rather tall, pale man who was holding another person. That person was a woman, who was struggling and she was speaking, though Eva couldn't quite distinguish her words. Her first reaction was to jolt behind a tree and spy from afar. She tried real hard to concentrate so she could understand the conversation. She peeked and checked to see what was going on.

"Dean and Sam Winchester, how very nice to meet you." The tall, pale figure said in a strong, British accent. You could hear the woman struggling and groaning, trying to escape from his grasp. Winchester. She mentally took note of that.

"Wouldn't say the same," Dean replied, pointing his silver Colt at the stranger. "Let her go you son of a bitch."

He let a small laugh escape from his mouth and then stopped abruptly. "You must think you frighten me with that appalling acting. You're weak and sensitive who lacks any self-worth... Winchester, Winchester, you're all the same."

Dean felt his anger become fervent inside of him and it was eating him up. He clenched his jaw hard to dissipate that anger. He hated the words that were being spewed out by the man standing in front of him. Why hadn't he just shot him already? He could just walk away right now and forget everything. These words hit Dean right in the soft spot, but he kept his cool and he kept that 'I don't care' face on that he was known for. He sure was a toughie. Not even Sam knew 100% what was going on inside Dean's head at times nor all the struggles Dean had to face on his own. It's not that Dean didn't trust his brother enough to tell him, the only damn person he trusted was Sam at the moment, and the only person he has trusted for years. He was forced to turn into a father figure at such an early age; protecting his brother Sam was his priority, with hunting coming very close to second. People have entered and left Dean's life like the seasons change, and so for him, it's hard to become emotionally attached to anyone. Chick-flicks were not for Dean. And also, let's just say that having the weight of the world on your shoulders isn't easy and that not always being a superhero has positive perks. Along with it comes major responsibility and even major sacrifices. But who could Dean unburden to? Who could possibly understand the extent of his situation?

"How about I just kill you?" Dean spat back through gritted teeth.

"I'm thinking the same." He replied dryly.

"So it was you, huh?" Sam inched slightly closer towards him. "Killed Jake Pillock? And probably killed many more?"

His head slowly twisted to face Sam and it was freaky as hell to watch him do that. "Oh, him," He said almost like he didn't feel a drip of remorse. "Let's just say he was used for an experiment of mine. I like to come up with new things, you see."

That's when it hit Eva; this was the murderer. He was there. It had to be him. And there were guns involved and she was hiding behind a tree and at any moment, somebody could get shot. She didn't quite know what to do now. Eva continued to watch closely, her curiosity intensifying by the minute.

"You're not pretty smart. Guess you needed to go search in a damn book, didn't you? Even I'd be more careful not to leave a freakin' page behind." Dean added, and what a smart remark.

"Well, we all make mistakes don't we. I'm just human - oh, hang on." He laughed madly at his joke. Nobody else seemed to find it amusing. Eva didn't understand what he meant.

"Drop the girl." Sam said.

"Or what?" He raised his eyebrows in a playful manner.

"Or this." And in a quick and abrupt movement, Dean reached into his back pocket and dragged out a silver flask. He twisted the cap and threw the contents in a flash, the clear liquid that resembled water landing all over the tall guy and ruining his black suit. His skin began to burn like it was touching fire and he screamed in agony, immediately letting go of the captive who at this point was so shocked with fear to even move.

"Run!" Sam advised. The captive stared with awe at Sam and nodded fearfully like she had seen a ghost. She turned horribly pale. She knew that what was happening right now was not normal and that everything she had witnessed was not supposed to be witnessed. And without any further ado, she ran, ran for her life until she disappeared around the corner, never to be seen again.

"Make it stop!" The pale man yelled as he clenched his face, slowly falling closer and closer to the ground. The pain was unbearable for him and Dean and Sam watched without feeling even slightly remorseful.

Sam threw a knife over to Dean and with one forceful stab right into the heart, the pale man was damned for all eternity. His chest glowed a bright, yellow light, almost as if it was trying to escape until finally, when the knife was ripped back out, the body dropped lifelessly onto the concrete. All Eva could do now was gape. What the hell had she just seen? What the hell was that all about? An eerie quietness remained in the air. She watched further, watching how they dragged the body into a nearby bush and making sure the scene was all clear. At this point, they still hadn't noticed Eva hiding behind a tree metres away.

She stepped out of her hiding place and walked straight onto the concrete path and stood there, staring at their backs as they still hadn't took notice that they were being watched. She didn't know if she was making a good choice. They had tried to kill her less than an hour ago and she had just witnessed them killing somebody, light shooting out of them, some sort of 'acidic water' burning the guy's skin. She didn't want to believe her eyes. She didn't want to think that these things were actually true that maybe, just maybe, hell really is out there.

"Let's get outta here." Dean said to his brother. When they turned around, it was a shock for both brothers. Just a few metres away, Eva was standing lifelessly and still. A staring competition had commenced. It didn't take long for Dean and Sam to realize Eva had witnessed everything they had done, everything that had just happened.

Her first question was basic, but she needed answers. Despite standing slightly away from them, she spoke. "What are you guys?"

Sam looked over to Dean. Was there really any point in lying right now? "We're hunters." He replied simply.

"I told you to stay put, didn't you get the memo? The damn thing could have killed you if he found you spying like that!" Dean said rather harshly, throwing his arms into the air.

"I don't remember you controlling my life," She spat back and it seemed to shut him up, for now. "You're hunters? What's that supposed to mean? What the hell did you kill?" She looked specifically at Sam. She was burdened with so many questions.

"It was, uh, a demon. There are things out there... things that go bump in the night really do go bump because they're real. They exist. And it's our job to get rid of them, one by one. You said you weren't scared... but that's because you probably don't know what's really out there, hiding behind the shadows. The catch? They're trying to get rid of us too." Sam replied.

"When I said I wasn't scared, I meant it." Eva said more firmly.

No matter how ridiculous it sounded, Sam ended up dragging Dean, and Eva of course, to a bar nearby. But Sam wasn't interested in the drink, he wanted to find out more about this Eva character and didn't know where else to sit down and chat. Though it seemed some were more enthusiastic than others; Dean was slouched on his seat, acting minimally interested with Sam sitting alongside him and Eva opposite them. The waitress arrived with Eva's cup of water and Dean's beer, Eva thanking her with a smile. Once Sam noticed the waitress was a reasonable distance away, he leaned in slightly closer like he was about to spill the biggest secret of the universe.

"Why do you say that?" He asked curiously.

"I like these things."

"You have no idea." Dean retorted. He took a long swig of beer.

"I do. I have a degree... in religious studies. I know, it sounds stupid. It's something I've always liked. It's impossible to find a job, though. Nobody wants to a hire a girl like me. Nowadays, you need to be a lawyer or a banker." She smirked as she stared at the glass filled with cold water. But it was a sympathetic smile. She often felt sorry for herself.

"What about your family? You live here on your own? Boyfriend?" Sam continued to question. Dean was just sitting quietly.

"Uh, no, I'm more of the independent type... I live here on my own. Living in a hotel room. And family? I only have my mom, and she's all the way in California," She missed her awfully. Wanting the conversation to be less about her, she asked a question. "What about you? Family?"

Sam looked a bit uncomfortable for a moment. "Uh, it's a long story. It's just me and Dean." He admitted.

"Oh," She said. She swallowed a small gulp of water uncomfortably. "I wanna know more about what you guys do." She said all serious.

"We kill, sweetheart, ain't much more you can add to that." Dean finally spoke up, holding on tightly to his bottle of beer.

Sweetheart? This guy must think he can woo any woman, Eva thought. "Yeah, thanks, you cleared that up for me earlier," She said sarcastically. "I mean... why do you do what you do?" She looked over at Sam.

"Family business. Our dad was a hunter too and he passed his teachings onto us. That's kinda it." Sam replied.

"It's... strange." Eva admitted.

"What is?" Sam raised his eyebrow.

"This. I thought this was all lies. Monsters, ghosts, all that supposed crap," She stared at the clear liquid in her glass, that was still pretty full. "And then one day, somebody tells you it's all real. I could be standing right next to a demon for all I know. The world is more unsafer than I thought."

"At least you don't have to get the dirty work done." Dean added, and he was right.

"I wanna try." Eva said. Silence.

Dean laughed for a second. "You're kidding, right? I thought this whole 'chatting' thing was gonna show you that what we do ain't all rainbows and butterflies."

"Is it because I'm a girl?" Eva asked, tapping her fingers on the table.

"Yeah, and that too," Dean said, taking a swig of beer. Sam gave Dean a look. "I don't want you to get your nails dirty, sweetheart." He was still trying to be funny, but nobody at the moment was finding it amusing.

"You're an asshole, Dean, and stick with the name Eva, OK?" She said. Dean instantly found her bossiness slightly attractive. But only that.

"I think you should join us. You probably know as much as we do." Sam admitted.

"Sam." Dean said very sternly.

"Dean, she's on her own. I'm trying to help her."

"Look, I think I should just go." She stood up but Sam quickly did the same too.

"Wait," He made her freeze. "Yes? Or no?" He questioned. He had that look in his eyes, like he really did want Eva to come along with them.

She thought really hard. Really hard. Was she going to join these two men on their murderous adventures without really knowing that much about them or was she to proceed with her life that was so cyclical? She could be on the road with these guys, chasing after those things she thought weren't freaking real. She no longer would have to read books because they'd appear in front of her. Was this what she wanted? Was this what she needed?

Hell yeah.

"Yes," She said. "But I need to pack my things."

1 Unread Message.

Jo unglued her eyes from the TV screen to look over at her phone that had just vibrated. She was hoping for it to be her daughter. She hadn't heard from her all day and she was slightly worried. It was probably seven PM already. She placed the tray of food that has sat on her lap onto the couch and reached for her phone sitting on the table. It was Eva. Anytime it was a message from her, all her stress would dissipate into thin air. She opened the message eagerly. It read:

Finally found a good job. No more diner.

Jo smiled to herself, placing the phone against her chest.

A/N: Done! Please review and tell me what your thoughts are. I know not much has started and I've only just begun scratching the surface but I would love to hear whether or not you're enjoying this story so far! Anyway, thanks in advance. See you soon.