A/N: So, I'm not dead. This chapter has been in my notebook forever and I just got around to typing it up. Hooray! Anyway, just want you guys to know that I'm going to start writing mini-fics based off this one. They'll basically be funny little adventures with Sam, Dean, and Ash! My first one will be a size!fic (I LOVE size!fic but there aren't many around). I also had this idea for one where Sam gets turned into a dog…back on topic. Hope you like this chapter!

Bobby, Dean and Sam led me into the next room where there were piles of books covering the floor and desk. Bobby saw me looking around, wide eyed.

"They're lore books." He told me.

"There are so many!" I exclaimed. It was like a freaking library.

"Well, there's a bunch of critters out there, and I'm not just talkin' demons. I have books on just about everything. Gotta be prepared."

I nodded, and then sat on the couch on the far side of the room that Sam was gesturing to. He sat beside me, but was careful not to touch me.

"A little late to be worrying about making me uncomfortable" I thought.

Dean stood in front of the desk as Bobby went to sit at it. Dean and Sam were both staring expectantly at Bobby.

"Well" Bobby started, drawing my attention back to him. "time to get started."

Bobby questioned me for the next hour about my family. Had anything strange ever happened to us before? Had I ever seen anything weird? Had any of us ever encountered the supernatural before?

I told him that, aside from my little ESP thing, we were a pretty normal family.

"What about the days before they died?" Bobby asked. "Anything unusual, anything new happen?" I though about that, and shook my head.

"Well" I added as an afterthought. "I turned sixteen, like, two days before, but I don't think that means anything."

"Could that be significant?" Sam asked Bobby.

"I don't know." Bobby replied. "I don't think so."

Then we got into the questions where I was as clueless as they were. Why would a demon want me? Had I ever seen the man before? Had I seen or heard something that could've made me a target? The answer to all these questions was no.

As Bobby sat back in his chair, exasperated, I started in with a few questions of my own.

"Do you three have any idea what that thing was talking about? Getting me ready? And who is him?"

"You know just as much about that as we do." Dean told me. "One thing we do know though: this isn't over. That demon said there would be others coming for you. Could be soon, might not be for years but…"

Dean trailed off when he saw the constipated look on my face. This was all happening really quickly, and it was a lot to take in.

"I'm sorry sweetheart."

I looked up at Deans words, and was taken aback by his expression. His eyes, which I had only seen as hard and determined, had softened into a very sympathetic and caring form. I melted under that gaze, until I felt like I was all but four years old. I couldn't hold his stare any longer, so I just nodded and lowered my gaze to my lap. In my peripheral vision, I saw Sam reach a tentative hand out towards me, then pull it back a little, then reach forward again until his hand was resting on my back.

"You're gonna be fine Ash. You're gonna be okay." He said in a voice barley above a whisper.

When I looked up at him, I found the same caring look Dean'd had, but coupled with a reassuring smile. I tried to smile back but what came out was more of a grimace.

"The demon that attacked me. He's gone?" I asked, looking at Dean, Sam, and Bobby in turn.

"Sent its ass back to Hell." Bobby assured me. "Can't get ya again darlin'."

I smiled at his words. I don't know why, but I really liked it when Bobby called me that.

We talked for a few more hours about…everything. Bobby deduced from the demons talk of me "coming along nicely", and of being "unable to put a lid on what I am" that it would be awhile until anything came for me. With that info, Bobby though it'd be best for me to go home. That got a response from Sam and Dean. They both shot to their feet at Bobby's words. Then the three of them had this weird little…staring contest. This went on for a full minute before Sam finally spoke without looking at me.

"Ash, could you give us a minute?"

I nodded my head, then let Sam take me upstairs to a bedroom. "Just wait here." He said before closing the door. I heard him clomp downstairs and then waited a few seconds before opening the door. I crept to the top of the stairs, sat, and leaned against the banister. The three men were already in the midst of conversation.

"We have no way of knowing that!" Dean said tensely.

"Ya, we do! Besides, what else are we supposed to do?" Bobby replied, sounding just as edgy.

"How about we don't leave the teenage girl to deal with demon kidnappers on her own!" Sam whisper-yelled.

"Well if you two idgits got a plan I'd love to hear it!" Bobby shot back.

That invoked a long period of silence from the boys, one that I never heard the end of. I was back to the room in a heartbeat. This was overwhelming. Two weeks ago I'd been living with my family and my biggest worry had been schoolwork (which I'm terrible at). Now my family was dead, mother fucking demons were after me and three men I barley knew were downstairs deciding my course of action for me. My life had been uprooted so fast I hadn't even had time to blink!

I started hyperventilating, my distress making my asthma act up. I reached for my inhaler instinctively, only it wasn't in my pocket. Of course it wasn't, I hadn't thought to grab it in all the commotion.

"I just have to get control of myself then, before this becomes a full blown asthma attack." I think. So I start taking slow deep breathes.

"In through the mouth, out through the nose. Slow. That's it." As I force myself to calm down, it isn't my own voice I hear in my head. It's my mothers. She's coaching me through my panic, as she always has.

I've just regained control when Dean comes into the bedroom to tell me they're done talking. To tell me they're taking me home.

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