Somewhere between that moment with Jessica inside the motel room to standing beside the car, Sam had calmed, almost eerily so, his eyes were intense and focused and he extended his hands for the keys, and wordlessly she handed them over. Jessica was slightly scared by this focused and controlled version of her boyfriend, and she was slightly uncomfortable with how quickly the transformation occurred. Maybe there was a valid reason he left his family and their "life" behind. Maybe Sam knew that it would turn him into something cold and rigid, and that was unacceptable; because without Sam's heart, without Sam's soul, he would be a very scary man.

They drove in silence, and that was alright for Jessica, she needed time to process what was happening, and when they reached the edge of the forest, and Sam pulled the car up beside a black Chevy and Sam got out and picked the lock to the trunk, Jessica realized that it was a good thing that she had been able to process some of what she has encountered before they got here. Because if she hadn't, seeing how easily Sam picked the lock to the trunk, or seeing what was inside the hidden compartment of said trunk, might have just sent her over the edge and made her run screaming from the man that apparently she only THOUGHT she had known.

"What is all of that?" she breathed.

"Dean's hunting stuff."

"Those are illegal weapons." She said stupidly.

"Yes." Sam acknowledged and picked up a large serrated knife that didn't look like it was made of metal and put it in the back of his jeans.

"What was that?"

"It's a knife." He said simply and continued to dig around in the trunk.

"It isn't made of metal."

"No it is not." He said as he located what he was looking for, and extended a blade, made of metal, towards her. When she didn't take it immediately he took his head out from the trunk and looked at her. "Take it."

"What do I need this for?"

"To protect yourself."

"Wouldn't a gun be more appropriate?"

"No. Shooting something like this will only piss it off."

Reluctantly she took the blade from Sam, "Well we wouldn't want to do that, now would we?" She muttered under her breath. Sam ignored her comment and went back to raiding the trunk. "Why isn't yours made of metal?" she asked as she tried to locate a place on her person where she could put the large knife.

"Metal knives won't kill it."

"Then what will?" she asked as Sam handed her a sheath that would fasten the knife onto her belt.

"A knife made out of bone."

"What kind of bone."

"You don't want to know." She paused in her endeavor to snap the sheath onto her belt.

"It isn't human bone is it Sam?" she asked slowly. He didn't answer. He simply closed the trunk, put the duffel bag he had been filling on the ground, and shooed her hands away from her feeble attempts at hooking the knife sheath to her belt and with grace and quickness had it attached to her belt. He took the knife from her limp fingers and put it into the sheath.

"Now, when you use this…"

"Sam," she cut him off. "What kind of bone. It isn't human is it?"

"No." he said simply. "Not human bone." She found that only relieved her mind slightly. "C'mon." He said as he took her hand. "Stay behind me."

She followed Sam through the woods. Sam virtually made no sound as he walked, and she was stunned, someone with his body mass, someone with his size should make noise as they creep through woods. It was as telling about the man Sam used to be as any of the other things that had happened since they decided to find his brother.

They walked, and Sam stalked, until way passed sun down. Once the sun set the noises started, noises that Jessica had never heard before, they were primal, they made the instinctual fight or flight response flare up in Jessica, and the hair on the back of her neck and arms stood straight. Her hand was on the hilt of the knife before she knew what she was about. She wanted to clutch Sam's shirt, she wanted to cower behind him, she wanted to run, she wanted to get the hell out of there, but she couldn't. They were here to find Dean, they were here to help, they weren't here to cause more problems.

Sam put a hand out to stop her from moving forward. "I hear something. Stay here."

"You can't leave me here."

"Just stay put. It will all be fine." He pushed her behind a tree, and took off into the woods moving blithely and making minimal sound. She waited, fretted, tried not to pee her pants, and the time seemed to be moving slower than it ever had before, it was as if the clock stopped and she was going to spend eternity standing right here waiting for Sam to get back or for whatever was out there to eat her.

Her palms were sweaty holding onto the knife so tightly, and she wiped them down her jeans several times. Then she heard it; a terrifying wail, something that sounded like a dinosaur out of one of those movies.

"Come on you son of a bitch come and get me!" A deep male voice screamed. Another wail from the animal. "That all you got?! Come on! I've dealt with scarier flies than you." The animal wailed a couple more times, and then the man screamed. He screamed a scream of the mortally wounded.

Then she heard Sam, Sam off in the distance antagonizing the wailing dinosaur creature to come his way and eat him. Jessica started to yell but before she could the animals heavy footfalls could be heard going off in the direction of Sam's voice.

She took off. She went down the hill, deep into the brush, deep into the heavily wooded woods with nothing more than intuition to guide her. And she stumbled upon him. Dean. In the grass. Cut from shoulder to hip. Blood everywhere. He was still conscious. And Sam was nowhere to be found.