The Winchester's looked at each other, silently communicating with there eyes. "Now what? Do we tell her?"

"She's going to find out eventually. Now's a good time as any." Dean looked over at his daughter. Her eyes were filled with curiosity, and a she had a look on her face demanding answers. "Well, it began back in 1983…"

* * *

Hours Later

"… now we're on the road. Going from town to town, killing things that go bump in the night."

Alexis hadn't moved a muscle since her father had started his story. Her green eyes stayed fixated on the storyteller, as she let out a breath that she had been holding. "So you guys are like the Ghostbusters, except no pro-ton packs?"

"Yes."

"And some yellow eyed bad ass came from Hell, and killed your parents?"

"That's the gist of it."

"Do you smoke crack? Either one of you?! Seriously…" she exploded.

"Alexis, I know this sounds crazy, but it's the truth. You have to believe us," Sam said soothingly.

The skeptical teenager eyed them wearily. "You're serious."

"As a heart attack," Dean said.

"For some odd reason, I believe you," she said finally, much to the men's relief. "But I need to sleep on this. My brain is in complete overload right now." Alexis stood up from the spot on the bed. Walking over to the forlorn looking couch, she looked at the two hunters. "Good night."

* * *

3 a.m.

Alexis hastily but noiselessly moved around the small motel room. Gathering her things she muttered "effing psychos," looking at the siblings. She stealthily opened the front door to the room. Taking a final peek at the sleeping forms, she slipped from the room. Shutting the door once she was outside, the runaway winced as the door clicked back into place. Alexis started down the road towards the main part of town, occasionally looking over her shoulder. "Ghost hunters… what the hell ever."

* * *

Dean stirred uncomfortably in the lumpy bed. Nature was calling, loudly, and he didn't want to answer. Sighing tiredly, he threw his legs over the side of the bed. Bleary eyed he staggered into the minuscule bathroom, shut the door and turned on the light. The older hunter squinted at the offending fluorescent lighting. Temporarily blinded, he went about his business.

Opening the bathroom door, light spilled into the darkened motel room. It slightly illuminated his surroundings. Dean realized something was off. Looking towards the red glow of the alarm clock he saw that it was almost 3:30 in the morning. His eyes searched for what was wrong. It finally hit him; the couch was empty! Dean's eyes fell to the spot beside the dresser. Her duffle bag was missing also.

"Sonuva Bitch! Sammy, wake up," he barked, "Alexis is gone!"

The younger sibling's long form rolled over quickly. He looked at his brother, "What? Are you sure she's not in the bathroom?"

"Good call, why didn't I think to look in there… Of course I know she's not in there! I was just in there! Her stuff is gone. Get your ass up and get dressed! We gotta find her!"

* * *

Even though it was a warm spring night, Alexis pulled her dark green zip-up hoodie tighter to her body. She pulled out her cell phone and looked at the time. It was almost 4.

"Hey sweetheart," a gruff male voice called out, "Ain't it passed your bedtime?" She looked towards the direction of the voice. Another male voice started to laugh, as if his colleague had something clever. She ignored them and picked up her pace slightly.

"Hey! I'm talking to you," the first voice yelled. She chanced another look at the men. Both were tall and well built. The man who yelled at her had blonde hair and startling blue eyes. The other had greasy black hair and dark brown eyes. Both were clad in blue jeans and faded black t- shirts.

"She seems rude to me Tony," the brunette said.

"Yeah, I think you're right," Tony said, getting up from the sidewalk, "Is Chris right there Babydoll, are you being rude?"

They started following her down the street. The gap between them quickly was closing. Alexis dropped her duffel and started off into a dead sprint.

The two men gave chase, "You won't get far girlie." Chris yelled, "We just wanna talk!"

* * *

15 minutes later, Dean and Sam were slowly driving around the town, looking for any sign of Alexis.

"Why the hell would she run?" Dean questioned.

"Dude, we just told her we hunt ghosts," Sam replied looking out his window. "Dean! Stop!" Sam wrenched the door open. Dean followed swiftly after. There, under a street light sat a familiar purple duffel bag.

Dean surveyed the area, "Alexis!"

An ear shattering scream pierced the night air. "HELP!" The Winchesters looked towards the park. Without a word, they both ran towards the scream.

* * *

Alexis kept running as her sides cramped and her lungs burned. "BITCH," one of the men yelled.

Taking a hard right, Alexis ran towards a wooded area of the park. "OOF!" She grunted as she fell to the ground. A large tree root tripped her up. "Are you serious," she mumbled, panting heavily and scrambling to her feet, "freaking root."

A dark shadow fell across her path. She ran straight into Chris' chest. "See, you made this harder than necessary," Tony sneered coming up behind the pair.

She started screaming," HELP!"

Chris slammed her into a nearby oak tree, her head slamming into the sturdy trunk. Stars danced in front of her eyes. "Shut up Bitch!" A mighty back hand split her lip wide open.

"Yeah, you kick my ass big man," she mouthed off defiantly. Blood dripped from her cut lip. A blow fell across her left eye.

"I said shut up!"

The familiar sound of guns being cocked echoed around them.

"Back the fuck off my daughter!"