I stand up, and realize I am still wearing a hospital gown. Luckily, it has a back, so no one can see my backside. There are three buttons on each shoulder, and there is a small slit next to each leg.

I still feel really uncomfortable, especially because I am standing in front of three men practically naked, and I am a sixteen, almost seventeen year old girl.

"What now?" I say.

"We leave." Cas says.

"I can't exactly just walk out of here. FYI I was just tortured."

"I am aware." He says.

He beckons me, Sam and Dean to him.

He places his hands on our foreheads, and we basically teleport. It's a really odd feeling. I feel all of the air being sucked out of me, and then I feel like I am being compressed into a really small hole.

Then, we are in a cabin. It's more of a condo really.

Dean looks at Cas, and says, "Where is my baby!"

"Outside." Cas says. Then, he disappears.

Dean goes outside to check his car. It's still there.

I open the door, and look outside. I have an idea where we are. We are surrounded by woods, and there is a dirt road, that just leads into more woods.

I realize that my clothes are in Dean's car, so I walk out to go get them.

I look in the backseat, and find my duffel full of weapons, but no clothes.

"Dammit!" I mutter.

I walk awkwardly back inside. I walk into the living room, where Sam is on his laptop, and Dean is stretched out on the couch.

I walk up to them and say, "I need to go to Walmart… or Target.. or something.

"In case if you haven't noticed, were kinda in the middle of nowhere." Dean replies.

"I know that! But my clothes are gone, and I need to get some things!" I snap.

"Fine. Get in the car. Come on Sam, let's go."

I raise my eyebrows, and motion to my dress.

Dean sighs and throws me a shoelace. "Use it as a belt."

I sigh and tie it around my waist, and we walk out the cabin.

We get into the car, and drive out of the woods.

Right down the road, we found a Walmart, I'm guessing it was Cas who put it there. Or put us in a location with a Walmart there.

I get out of the car and walk into the store. Some people stare, some shrug it off. I awkwardly walk to the aisle with women's clothing.

Sam follows me. I wave him away with my hand, and he tells me he'll be back in fifteen minutes. By the time I'm done, I have four bras, five pairs of shorts, two sweatpants, five pairs of underwear, and five t-shirts.

Sam shows up and laughs. I smile back and shove the clothes into his arms.

He starts to walk to the cash register when I tell him, "Sam, I need to get some uh... Womanly supplies."

He nods his head and smiles while I quickly walk away to get the things I need. I come back and we buy everything and make our way to the car.

When we get there, Dean is sitting in the front seat, with the radio blasting, singing loudly. I laugh, and throw my things in the backseat, and then get in.

Dean drives us back to our weird cabin thing. I put on some normal clothing, and grab my laptop. I figure out where we are. Somewhere in California.

I take out my laptop, and look for possible hunts. It takes me about two ours until I finally find something by the coast.

I click on the article and read it. Five lifeguards drowned. In two months. Odd? I think so.

I call Sam over. "What?"

"Look at this." I say motioning to the article.

He leans over and reads the title. "A few drownings in the ocean. So what?"

"Five in two months Sam. Get this, all of them were lifeguards. The witnesses said it looked like they were being dragged under. Lifeguards don't just drown."

"Yea but Nova it's all the way down to the coastline."

"Can we please just check it out?"

"Fine."

"Plus, a free swim." I squeal with excitement. I am so excited to swim again. Sweet, sweet water.

I call Dean over, and tell him.

He shakes his head, "That's all the way to the coastline. Plus the fact that Cas threw us here for a reason."

Five minutes of persuasion and Dean cracks.

"Fine. We'll check it out." I squeak, and run upstairs to go and get some sleep. It's been a very stressful day. Torture, demons, what could be better?

I change into my pajamas, and go to sleep.

I am in a dark room with the demon who tortured me. "Hi sweet cheeks."

I make a face, "Shut up. Who's bitch are you?" I ask. I return her sickly sweet smile. I am strapped at the same table.

Her smile turns to anger. "Watch your mouth." She says. She slaps me hard. I grunt.

I grit my teeth, and say, "That the best you can do?"

She turns around, and I see my sisters face. She laughs evilly. I take a sharp breath. She has one of my daggers. She throws it and it stabs me in the stomach.

I scream, and am snapped back to reality. Dean is the one who woke me. I gasp in air, and mutter, "Thanks."

He grunts, and heads back to his room. I slip back into sleep.

I wake up with sunlight streaming through my window.

I jump out of bed, and grab my dagger.

I throw my bathing suit on, under my clothes. Just in case, and make my way to the kitchen with a yawn.

I rub my eyes, and find Sam and Dean at the table. They seem to be having a heated discussion. Sam notices me and gives Dean a look.

They both shut up, and I glare at them both. "What."

I know they were talking about me. Sam ignores my statement, and says, "Before we take off, we need to eat."

My stomach growls. I haven't eaten in a while. "Yea." I go into a cupboard and find oatmeal. Dean makes a face.

I laugh and pull out the box. We have cold oatmeal.

When we all finish I go upstairs and grab a dagger. I tuck it into my waistband of my shorts.

I head to the car, where Sam and Dean are waiting.

I fall asleep in the car. When I wake up, we are almost there.

When Dean finds a parking space, we all get out.

We walk down to the beach, and Dean and Sam start making conversation with people ion the beach to see if they know anything.

I, shove my toes into the sand and inhale the salty scent of the water.

Sam and Dean start walking towards me, when I notice a group of girls screaming in panic.

I run to them to see whats going on, when I see a girl, about twenty feet away, screaming, and bobbing in and out of the water.

Adrenaline takes over my body, and I throw off my shirt and shorts, so I'm left in my black bikini, which is strapless, and has a chain connecting it to my hips, so you can see my tattoos.

"Nova stop! You can't get hurt again!" Sam yells.

"To hell with that!" I say.

Before anyone can stop me, I dive into the water, and let my instincts take over. Seven years of swimming lessons really are starting to pay off.

I swim to the girl as fast as I can. She is flailing screaming, "IT'S GOING TO TAKE ME AGAIN! HELP!"

I grab her on the arm and yell back. "Calm down, I'm here to help you okay? Take my arm."

She grabs my wrist, and I start to drag her back to shore, when she lets go, and is dragged under.

I look around, and see Sam and Dean back at shore, getting ready to dive in and help, but I don't want it. I need to prove to them I can actually take care of myself, and can save someone. I feel like they are always the ones saving my ass.

I dive into the water, and grab the girls wrist. It's tug of war between me and something I can't even see. I'm starting to feel the need for air.

I give one final kick, and it lets go. I drag the girl back to shore as fast as I can.

Sam and Dean have their shirts off, and let me say this. They are freaking ripped.

I cough a bit, and help the girl up. She is shaking and crying. I pull her into a hug. "It's okay." I whisper to her. "Your safe."

She nods her head and sobs into my shoulder. After a minute, she lifts her head back up. "Thank you." She says, before bursting into another round of tears. I stay with her through the whole thing.

Dean taps his wrist, and I glare at him. When she finally finishes and leaves, they walk up to me.

Both of them are studying me. Eyes are wandering up and down.

I cross my arms and clear my throat. Dean's eyes rest on my tattoo's, before shooting back up to my face.

"You know that was really stupid right." Sam says.

"Oh like you two haven't done worse." I say.

They both say nothing, when Dean throws me my clothes.

I put them back on, and we walk to the car.