I opened my eyes and swung my legs over the side of the bed sitting up. The curtains were draped shut but were still allowing a slither of light through the small gap. I walked over to the window and opened them, whilst being blinded by the morning sun light beaming through the glass. I smiled to myself before checking my watch to see it was still the early hours of the morning, 6am to be precise.

I would wake up at about this time for school most mornings, I was always the only one awake and the house would seem to be eerily dark and empty, even though I knew my mom was just upstairs. Rick however would most probably still be out in some dark alley somewhere, trying to make a deal with some poor person who'd gone off the tracks because of something Rick had sold them. Although, Rick turned out to be like one of these people. Some of his clients had gotten really mad with him for selling them the wrong stuff. They managed to beat him up, knock him unconscious and take all of the stuff he had on him at the time, which was most of his livelihood. It was from then on everything became unbearable.

I walked away from the window and through the bedroom door, into the main room. I looked around to see Dean still asleep on the couch and Sam sat on the floor with his laptop on his knees, in the exact same position I had seen him last night. I walked over hesitantly until his eyes looked up from his screen, red and tired; he must have been on there all night. He saw me and then looked at his watch, on seeing the time he was slightly taken a back. "6 already?" He muttered to himself, blinking harshly a couple of times before turning back to me. "Did you sleep okay?"

I nodded and then went to sit against the wall next to him, he shut his laptop instantly. "Have you been to sleep?" I asked him in a whisper, not wanting to wake Dean.

"Um, yeah, I was busy looking at some stuff." He lifted his laptop from his knees and placed it on the floor beside him carefully.

I chuckled at his very vague description, "Are you okay?"

He looked at me in confusion; his eyebrows furrowed together, "Yeah, of course. Why do you ask?"

"You seem to be a bit 'out of it'." I tried to explain.

"I'm fine." I could tell he was lying, but didn't say anything else about it. The conversation drifted off into silence until the sounds of groans came from the couch where Dean lay. He sat up, rubbing his eyes and stretching.

"What time is it?" Dean grumbled.

Sam stood up and went over to pat Dean on the shoulder, "Time for you to get up."

Sam grabbed the remote and turned the TV on where the main story on the news was still the case about my disappearance. He watched and listened intently, while Dean stood up and walked over to me. I got to my feet and looked at him, waiting for him to speak. All he did was reach to his back pocket and pull out something wrapped in newspaper, handing it to me while smiling, "Happy birthday." I had almost forgotten about it completely until this point.

A grin crept over my face as I stared at it, fiddling with the package before looking back up to him, "Thanks." I looked back down at it and then began to unfold the newspaper, being careful not to rip any of it.

"I wasn't sure what to get, I've never shopped for a 13, sorry, 14 year old girl before." He raised his eyebrows as he emphasised on the 14. I continued to unwrap it until I saw what was inside. It was a pair of pink fluffy socks with cows patterned around on it. "You haven't had anything on your feet for a while; I thought it would be nice for you." I raised an eyebrow at him, smiling also, "Okay, so I barely had any time to think about what to get you. I'm not exactly great at the whole sentimental gift thing either so…" I interrupted him without even speaking. I just sort of did it without thinking. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him. I was just shocked at the fact he had known me for just a couple of days and yet he treated me better than people who'd known me for nearly my entire life. I felt his arms on my back before pulling away, a little embarrassed for my forward actions.

Before he could say anything else, I rushed over to the couch where I took the tag off the pair of socks and put my feet into them, wiggling my toes in the soft comfort of them before standing back up and looking down at them. "How do I look?" I joked around with Sam and Dean as they chuckled, almost amused by my own amusement.

That day was one of the best I'd had in a while; the whole simplicity of it made it all the more special and memorable. Bobby rang to say happy birthday to me as well, he also updated us on the whole case with my disappearance. The cops hadn't finished looking at the crime scene yet but they had police looking everywhere for me. They'd checked all of the neighbouring houses, including Bobby's, but Bobby was a professional in lying, he had managed to keep the demon hunting thing completely unknown from me and probably everyone else too. He said to us that they didn't have a clue where I was, which was a great thing really. But on the other hand, it made them search even harder to find some sort of evidence, which wasn't too great, but my hopes were still high.

The sun began to set and draw a close on my birthday. The day was coming to a perfect end until Sam began to feel slightly dizzy. Dean and I grew more and more worried for him as it became more severe. "What's going on?" I whispered to Dean as we stood at the sink, him washing the plates, and me drying them. Sam was sat on the sofa with his head buried in his palms, obviously feeling very distressed.

Dean looked down to me, "He just hasn't been feeling too good these past few days, that's all." I nodded and said nothing else on the matter, sensing there was more to it than Dean had told me.

As light became darkness, Sam's condition had become worse and worse. His breathing was fast and heavy and he was fidgeting ever so much. It was when we heard the panting stop suddenly that we knew something was wrong. Dean and I rushed over to him and realised he had his eyes closed and was unconscious. Dean shook his shoulders while saying his name numerous times until Sam's eyes flew open and his heavy breathing started again.

"Dean?" Sam saw his brother and began to relax as he sat back on the couch and tried his hardest to explain what had just happened. "I saw a man, a man sat in a chair, and, and you, Dean, you were pointing a gun at him, you were going to… you were going to kill him." He stuttered in almost panic.

Dean looked confused, he glanced at me and then back to Sam, "Wait who was I gonna kill?"

Sam ignored his question, "We need to go," He stood up and grabbed his jacket before turning back to Dean and I who were both equally confused, "It was in some place called Rivergrove."

Dean paced over to him, "We can't just leave Sammy, and we've got Hannah." He gestured back to me, trying to reason with him, "She's missing and there'll be people everywhere looking for her!"

"Well, I can't just leave it Dean, it's gonna happen either way, I saw it Dean." Sam began to argue.

They carried on disagreeing with each other until I interrupted, "Guys!" I yelled. They both turned to look at me, "You don't need to stay here with me, I can look after myself, and it'll only be like, one, two days at the most, right? I'll stay here; you two leave and then come back when you're finished with your hunting or, whatever it is you do."

Sam looked between myself and Dean, considering it, Dean however was completely against it, "No way, we can't just leave you here! What if somebody finds you?"

"Oh c'mon, how many people do you know come here apart from you two?"

"But there are people looking for you Hannah!"

"And if you aren't here when they do find me then you two won't get into crap and I'll just have to go to wherever they send me, it'll all be fine, really." I tried my best to persuade him and after a while, he gave in even though I could easily tell he still hated the idea.

While Sam waited in the car, Dean grabbed the last of his things and then came over to me, "You know I hate this right?" I nodded, "You sure you're gonna be okay?" I nodded again, "And you know what to do if…"

"Yes!" I interrupted, "We've been through it a thousand times! It's all good Dean." I smiled at him and he returned it.

Before setting off through the door, he ruffled my hair and handed me the key to the safe house, "I'll call when we get there." He waved slightly before slamming the door shut and leaving me to the sound of the engine of the impala growling and then fading off into the distance.