Bobby's was as much of a junkyard, as it was all those years ago. It was hard to believe Bobby was even still alive. Most hunters died by the time they were forty, but then again, he hadn't been in the game more then twenty years. I wonder if it should've started counting from when he first started hunting.

I walked through the streams of cars, and raised my eyebrows slightly, coming to the edge of the gravel and up against the beginning of a field. A large tree stood almost in the centre of the field. As i made my way towards it, i noticed the cut words and names, dates going back a little over fifteen years ago. The oldest one was wearing away, and i could barely make out the words, 'Sammy and Dean were here, August 1993'. I chuckled humourlessly, seeing the name 'Sammy' scratched out and on top of it, 'Sam'. Sounds like something an older brother do, bring my thoughts back to my own sibling.

The girl was so hell bent on saving the world, a 'do it or die trying' kind of mentality, she could be such a martyr sometimes. I'd really need to break her out of that habit without just dropping the ball. i suddenly wished i'd made it perfectly that she couldn't die. But no i had gone and kept that bit to myself. Now look where we are, with the 'we wont stay dead, but we'll let everyone else die around us Winchesters.'

I ran a hand through my hair, craving a fight. i pulled myself onto the rusting car, buried in the grass around it. Letting my body fall backwards onto the windshield, just looking up at the sky now. I sighed, debating whether or not to fill her in on our predicament. Maybe she'd agree to leave if i told her if one of us died, so did the other. I doubt that would change her mind, i rolled my eyes, sighing again.

"You okay?" a voice asked, my eyes shot open, meeting Dean's intense stare.

"Guess," i shot back at him harshly. He rolled his eyes at me, taking a sip of his beer. He sat down beside me, sitting back, but still keeping tense. "Relax, i dont plan on trying to kill you anytime soon," i said amused.

He raised his eyebrows, not saying anything. "So what's up with the girl, no one's even heard of her until you went and got her. Why didn't you just leave her out of it?"

I tried not to be offended with that comment, it sounded like he was trying to insult me. I looked over at him, curiously. He just looked thoughtful. I pulled out my cell phone, having transferred everything from my old into my new one. I went through the voice messages, playing it out loud.

"Mara, you dont know me, but I'm your sister, I was hoping we could talk or something. W-we have the same father, and I didn't know about you and Kade till last night. Dad says Kade passed away and I dont know, I feel like I want to meet you. So give me a call, if your, if you want."

"So that's where it all began huh?" he guessed and i nodded. "It was only a matter of time before someone showed up on her doorstep."

"Was she normal?" he asked, a weird emotion ghosting in his eyes.

I grinned, "no, not even close. She's got Other written all over those pretty little eyes of hers. One way or another she would've gotten thrown into the war. At least if she's with me, she'll have a shot at surviving."

"You think your brother would've found her before you if she hadn't sent the message?" he asked curiously and i nodded once, taking his beer from his hand, and taking a long pull of it, before passing it back to him.

"Without a doubt. If he had heard about her before me, then he would've told her to join him or die, you've met her, it's not hard to figure out what she'd choose," i said snorting in disbelief, shaking my head.

"Can you fight your brother, or Lilith?" he asked, seriously.

I thought about it, "when Kade shot me, i had thought he was dead, and i never got the chance to actually fight him. We were ambushed, over a hundred demons came at us from all sides. When i realized what was happening, i just burned the whole place to the ground, i was so distracted that i hadn't seen him. When i got out of the building, he was behind me. I turned, pulled out my gun, but when i saw who it was, i froze. He didn't even hesitate, just pulled the trigger."

He was silent, but still watching me, and i took a claming breath, remembering the gleam in his eyes when he'd seen me pause. "He came out of hell wrong, he was more demon then my brother. It's hard to say who would win between us. As for Lilith, well, put it this way, if Kade and i are both generals in different armies, what does that make her?"

"I dont know, president?' he asked shrugging.

"Bingo," i said, thoughtfully. "I never got the chance to fight Lilith, we'd met up a few times, she tried her beams of death on me and i punched her in the face."

He spit out the beer he'd been drinking, coughing on it, staring at me in disbelief. "You punched a little girl in the face?" i tilted my head, frowning.

"Lilith doesn't always play dress up as twelve year olds you know," i pointed out. "She was dressed up as a doctor when i met her. I'd been in the hospital the first time we met."

"Why were you in the hospital?"

"Someone cut the break lines in my car and they put the child lock on so once i closed the doors i couldn't get out," i said rolling my eyes, i had liked that beautiful blue audi. I was pissed when i woke up and remembered what had happened.

"Wouldn't that make you thirteen or something?" he asked surprised.

"Yep, my ass got charged for joy riding, reckless driving, grand theft auto and a long list of other things, didn't live long enough to even go to my first court appearance," i said chuckling.

We sat there quietly for a few minutes, both of us eventually drifting off in our minds. I found myself gazing at Dean for a moment. He was good looking for a hunter. You could just tell who was and wasn't a hunter, who was forced into the supernatural out of pain and vengeance and who was just raised into it. It was always in their eyes. They all had these haunted eyes, unable to forget something, unable to let go and move on. Hunters were always stuck in the past, unable to forgive.

Sometimes i couldn't help but feel bad for hunters. Humans could be pretty weak sometimes, and even more breakable. Wearing their hearts on there sleeve's all the time, even when they think they didn't. Hunters were no different, one wrong word and they'd go ape shit on you. So angry and hateful, violent, often hypocrital, judgemental and rascist towards other creatures. They were just as bad as we were, only we didn't use excuses to destroy humankind. We were honest with ourselves most of the time, we knew we were bad people, but we didn't use dead loved ones to make ourselves feel better about what we did to other people. We are what we are.

Dean didn't seem to have as many scars as most hunters would, but i wasn't sure if that meant he had more scars emotionally. Probably, everyone knew the stories about both of the brothers. The entire family really.

Staring at Dean i realized something. Thinking about how many hunters died so young, not a wrong mistake just giving up in the end. They all had a death wish. When you have no one left in the world and all you seem to be is bitter and hateful, why stick around. In those final moments, they decided whether or not to fight harder, or to just let go, knowing once they decided to let go, that it could all finally be over. They could move on, you know assuming they go to heaven. I know both of the Winchesters died every now and again, but i wondered if they'd ever give in, how horrible would that be? Finally able to let it all be over, die and then bam, your back on earth. It would be like a huge celestial punch in the face.

Dean turned slightly, feeling my gaze on me and quirked an eyebrow in question. His expression changed and he was looking at me curiously now, none of that disdain or contempt he'd had when we'd first met just an hour ago.

"Dean-," i was so surprised to see the angel appear out of nowhere, i'd thrown my fist out and hit him hard in nose without a second thought. He fell backwards a few feet and i cringed after realizing who i'd hit.

"Sorry, it's just a reflex," i said, moving to help him up. I looked at Dean, who was grinning from ear to ear. The angel looked to be okay, he was holding his nose though, and i could see a small dribble of blood sliding down over his upper lip.

"It's impolite to sneak up on people like that you know. Dont they teach you manners up there in heavem?" I curiously asked, "Hey, do you think it's a sin to punch an angel the face?"

Dean couldn't hold it in anymore, and burst out laughing. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. I just had to be careful, the future isn't exactly set in stone anyways.