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I stood by the Impala waiting for the grand discussion to start. This was it, the end. Fuck; why couldn't I just be effing normal and actually trust people. Why couldn't I just have sat down and explained to the Winchesters where exactly my trust issues originated from. Why couldn't I have just explained to them that my trust issues started when I was only three years old when, Canley, my older sister, promised she'd never leave. A promise she broke only two months later when she left for college and didn't talk to us again until seven years later.

Growing up there were always little things. All the times my father promising to be at my school stuff but never showed. Cody never trusting me enough to either keep me in the hunting loop or to take care of myself.

But there were also the more serious times, the ones that left me with scars that were so deep I doubt I'll ever get completely over them. Like the time when my father's brother (I won't call him my uncle) tried to kill me. Or the time where my father gave me a kiss and a hug, telling me the words "I love you so much Addy. I promise I'll see you in the morning", only I never saw him again.

Though I certainly did have good memories of my time at Lexington's Academy, for every reasonably decent, happy memory there seems to be an equally awful one. Like the fact that my first real boyfriend was murdered. Ryan was an awesome guy; he didn't deserve what happened to him. He loved Rocky Road ice cream and was always willing to sneak out after curfew to help me and Riley find some.

So how do I deal with my trust issues? I'm cruel, I'm evasive and I'm sarcastic. Because if I keep you at arms distance long enough; then when you do eventually leave it isn't a surprise. It's expected and it's on my terms.

But the Winchesters. God, the Winchesters. They gave me a run for my money when it came to stubbornness. I had done my best to make them hate me, to make them ditch me on the side of the road and never look back. But no matter what I did, no matter how rude, disrespectful or out of control I was, they never told me to leave. They just made me feel loved and appreciated. And it sucked. I felt like a jerk for acting the way I had towards them. Though I will never admit it, even to myself, I liked being with them. A lot, at least much more than I should have after knowing them for only about three weeks.

What scared me the most, was the fact that I was so close to adding three more people onto my list of 'people who won't screw you over when you least expect it'.

I had seen this little 'confrontation' coming from the start. Uncle John would never have allowed me to get away with the crap I had been dishing out. Why had I been stupid enough to think his sons would be any different?

"This doesn't look like talking," The sarcastic words were out of my mouth before I could stop myself. "This looks like a freakin' interrogation."

Dean took a deep breath and attempted to calm down before getting a 'screw that' look on his face and opening his mouth to fume "What the hell do you expect? What you're doing to yourself… It's not healthy. The lying, the crap excuses..."

I opened my mouth to protest but he didn't let me.

"Yes I know, 'you didn't lie to us, you just didn't tell us everything'. But guess what Kid! It's the same thing."

"What do you want me to say to you?" I asked in desperation. "I don't know what you want from me!"

"How about some trust?" Sam suggested "Or how about you drop the constant antagonistic attitude?"

"It's not my intention to be antagonistic. You gotta understand trust doesn't come easily for me." I pleaded.

Dean ran his hand through his hair. His eyes held no trace of sympathy or understanding. "I get it. You have trust issues. But we're family"

"I know Dean. I'm trying; I'm really, really trying."

"Is this trying?" He asked, grabbing my wrist and shaking it in front of my face. "What about the sarcasm or the way you keep avoiding our questions? Is that trying?"

"What questions do you have Dean?" I asked, arms open "I'd be more than happy to answer them."

"Really?" he asked an angry smile on his face "Because you were so open when I asked you about your powers?"

"That's different." I fumed. I knew my attitude wasn't helping any. But I felt that I was up against a wall and well I felt fucking defensive.

"How is that different Adds?" Adam added his expression mirroring Dean and Sam's serious ones.

"Because I can't tell you about that." I tried to explain for what felt like the hundredth time.

"Do you not know yourself?" Sam asked with a sigh.

"I have a pretty good idea." I admitted.

"Then what is it?" Dean demanded.

I shut my eyes in a desperate attempt to keep my cool. I had told them I couldn't tell before. Apparently they hadn't gotten the message. I opened my eyes and desperately looked at Dean. "I can't tell you."

"Not the answer I'm looking for Kid." Dean was losing his already strained cool. "We're not anywhere till you tell me something, so I suggest you start talking."

"You don't get it Dean!" I yelled. "I'm not doing this to be a jackass. When I say 'I can't tell you', it's because I literally can't fucking tell you."

"Why? You afraid your ego will get bruised?" I've never wanted to punch someone as much as I wanted to punch Dean at this very moment. He didn't get it. But could I really expect him to?

"Just fucking forget it." I told him shaking my head and refusing to meet his eyes.

"I've had it up to here," Dean motioned with his hand, an indication of just how much he had actually put up with "With your crap little girl. Any more attitude and I swear I'll-"

"What?" I asked I wasn't even aware of the look of sadness and desperation on my face "Yell at me? Beat me? Leave me to fend for myself?"

I rounded on Dean. "Don't you get it? That's what I want! I want you to leave me alone. I want you to forget about me. It'll be better for everyone if I do that."

"Better for us, or better for you?" Sam asked his eyes hard and emotionless.

"Me, you, I don't know. I don't care. I can't take it anymore, this close Cleaver family bonding crap."

"Well too bad. You're stuck with us. We're not going anywhere and neither are you." Dean told me with an angry look on his face. I felt like I couldn't breathe; the walls were closing in. So I did what I always did when I couldn't handle a situation.

I started running.

I pushed past Adam, the most inexperienced of the three Winchesters, and started running towards the forest that was on the other side of the field. If I could just get to it I knew the chances of one of the Winchesters catching me would be a hell of a lot smaller.

It took all of one hundred feet for someone to tackle me.

"Leggo of me!" I screamed as Dean forced me on my back.

"I said, let go of me." I repeated through gritted teeth, struggling against Dean as he pinched my wrists in one of his hands. I saw the blank look in his face as he stared down at me. His eyes held murderous intentions and I knew running had been the worst possible thing I could do. I was a good runner; but I was into endurance not speed, and I was out of shape. There was no doubt in my mind that I could outrun Dean. But he'd caught me in a sprint I'd been saving my energy with the anticipation of making more than one hundred feet.

I was reminded of that time four weeks ago where I had managed to run away from him and escape through a side alley. This seemed like karma's way of getting back at me for out running him and kicking him in the stomach. Karma was a bitch!

I lashed out with my feet, trying to make him let go. "Please." I begged.

Dean didn't answer as he pulled me into his chest tucking my head into his shoulder, letting me struggle and scream as he held me tighter with each word I yelled out.

"Please, please just let me go." I continued to struggle but his grip was like iron. I knew I didn't stand a change of escaping but I couldn't help it as I struggled even harder against him.

"Please, Please, Please," I continued to beg as I fought against him.

"What aren't you telling us Kid?" Dean asked me as I began sobbing.

"Nothin'." I yelled as tears began to drip out of my eyes.

"If it's nothing then why are you trying to run?" Dean demanded.

"Nothing!" I screamed this time. Tears of anger, frustration, sadness, grief, and every other emotion I'd ever felt ran down my face.

I lashed out, like some desperate animal caught in a trap. My fingernails clawed at Dean's flesh, drawing blood as my legs kicked out defensively. But he still didn't let me go.

Dean could tell I was tiring, this time when he spoke his voice was softer. It was a croon, a voice that a parent uses to comfort an overwrought toddler "Come on. Tell me what's wrong. Talk to me."

"Nothing." I whispered again, this time I couldn't even believe it.

He started rocking back and forth, comforting me even as I continued to fight.

I couldn't fathom how he could still care, after all I'd done. How he was still willing to protect me, even from myself.

"Please." Dean spoke so softly I wasn't even sure if I had heard him correctly. But either way, that's all it took for me to drop the protective barriers that were shielding me.

"I'm scared." I sobbed brokenly into his shoulder "I'm so, so scared."

Dean was silent for a long time. I'm not sure how long passed, minutes, seconds, hours. He just kept holding me, rocking me, comforting me; with each passing second my struggling lessened Dean waited until I had calmed almost completely before he spoke.

"What are you afraid of?" The words were soft and sympathetic; the tone of a father; not a Hallmark moment hating cousin. I buried my head deeper into Dean's shoulder before I started mumbling into the damp flannel.

"Of what's going to happen. The demon's interest in me. The angels' appearing. My powers; not being in control. Of why I never knew about you before. Of you, Sam, and Adam. You all deciding you don't want me. My brother not wanting me."The words spilled out of my mouth before I could stop them. "I can't be scared."

"Why can't you be scared?"

I looked up at his green eyes; they were the same shade as my own. "Fear creates distractions. Distractions get people hurt, they get people killed. I can't let that happen again."

Dean looked down at me, a whirlwind of emotion infused into his features. "Who died?"

"No one." I whispered, looking away and trying to get away from him again.

He didn't let me; instead he wrapped his free arm around my legs, halting any farther escape attempts.

"Really?" He asked "Is that why you're in so much pain right now? Is that why you held everything in until you had a complete breakdown?"

"Not a breakdown." I tried to convince him; burying my face back in his shirt.

"That's exactly what this is." He continued rocking me. I would never admit it to him, but it was soothing and comforting. "Shhh… calm down, tell me what happened."

"He was so sweet; I really liked him. We'd had been dating for about 3 months, Ryan even knew I was a hunter. One night we were walking home from the movies. It was just the three of us; Riley, Ryan, and me. I'm not sure why it happened. He came outta nowhere and I, I just froze. He stabbed Ryan. I didn't do-," A sob caught in my throat. "It was my fault. Ryan died; he died. Riley was next. But I couldn't let her get hurt. So I killed him before he killed her. He was human. I've killed evil things before, but never a human. Ryan's family didn't blame me; even though I was the one who introduced him hunting. It was my fault."

"It wasn't your fault. He made the decision to be there."

"It was my fault." Addy kept brokenly crying. "I miss him."

"Maybe you should let it out; emotions aren't always bad. They can help. Everyone freezes up at some point." Dean suggested.

"You've never froze up."

"Yeah, Kid. Yeah, I have."

If I freeze up people get killed. I can't do that. I can't get scared. There's no one there too back me up, no one there to help me."

"We're here now," Dean told me. "Sam, Adam, and I; we have your back."

"What happens when you don't want me anymore?" I asked.

"Ain't never gonna happen Kid." He insisted "Like I said, you're stuck with us."

"What are you going to do when I piss you off, or-"

He cut me off, not letting me finish. "Look Kid, you can use your little 'promise keeping' power on me, because I promise I'm never gonna not want ya around."

I had accidentally told the Winchester brothers about that power when I was hopped up on pain meds. Though they hadn't originally believed me I had decided to demonstrate it, something I most definitely wouldn't have done if I hadn't been high on meds. The Winchesters had understood the magnitude of the ability. I didn't even need to explain it, they just understood.

Dean had just told me to use my powers on him even though he knew the consequences. I didn't need to. Dean's simple statement that he'd be willing to sacrifice his free will to show me how much he cared was more than enough.

"Got it?"

I nodded in understanding as my sobs continued. My body was tired, my eyes were drooping, and just like that I fell asleep in Dean's arms.

O~O~O~O~O~O~O

"Addy," Sam called over to Addy "Did you finish your homework?"

"Sir, yes sir!" she said cheekily, giving him a mock solute. It had been five days since 'The Breakdown' as the incident was titled, it even got air quotes. Getting that stuff out into the open had really helped. Everything wasn't peaches and cream yet; but, it was getting there. The day after 'The Breakdown,' Dean had laid out a bunch of stuff, consequences to Addy for her crappy behavior. She didn't actually mind too much; because she realized how horrid been to all of them. Of course last night when she was doing everyone's laundry it totally sucked.

Sam, much to Addy's annoyance, had suggested to Dean that she should go back to school. Addy hadn't whined much; it only required three glares from Dean, two beleaguered sighs from Sam, and Adam moaning once before she acquiesced. She did realize that school had advantages: Getting out of the motel room without a chaperone, and getting to see Kyle.

That was a tidbit of info that Addy wasn't going to mention to them. Kyle. Addy thought that if she brought him up they'd probably abandon the werewolf hunt and move just to keep her from seeing him. Ok, probably not; but, it wouldn't be pretty. She also didn't mention that that they'd been texting him pretty much nonstop since the encounter at the park. They all thought Addy was texting Riley. It surprised her that she was still allowed a phone (well, except when she was at school); Cody would have confiscated it long ago.

Of course missing a week of school meant crap loads of makeup work, which Addy managed to finish over the weekend. She had something that she needed to do, okay, something she really wanted to do. But considering how far she was in the dog house already, her chances of getting a 'yes' were virtually nonexistent; especially with all the make-up work.

Addy looked at Dean and calculated her chances of getting a 'yes' from Dean… Nope, that was a zero; actually it was probably a negative. Sam on the other hand… that had a solid maybe of a possible yes.

"Sam," Addy called in the calmest voice she could muster "Can I go to the park for a little while?"

"I guess so." Sam said shrugging his shoulders. "Why?"

"Kyle has a soccer game and he asked me if I wanted to go." Addy was trying her hardest not to blush. All the while, cursing her red hair.

"Hell no." Dean snapped "Remember? You're grounded."

"I'm just going to watch him play. There are going to be plenty of other people there. That's not a date Dean."

Dean looked like he was about to open his mouth, only to be cut off by Sam who was giving him a look that said 'cut her a little slack' "If Adam agrees to go with you; you can go."

Adam, who until that point had been completely oblivious to the conversation, looked up "What about me?"

Addy smiled cheerfully "We were just talking about how you're so amazing because you're totally willing to take me to the park."

"I don't remember telling you I'd take you to the park…" He said with a slight smile.

"You didn't, but you should anyway." Addy gave him her best puppy-dog eyes.

He looked back and forth in between his two brothers. Sam looked perfectly ok with whatever answer Adam was going to offer. Dean, on the other hand, was glaring at Sam. It wasn't a hard glare, just an 'I don't quite agree with you; but, I'll go along with your opinion' glare.

"Why do you want to go to the park?"

"Kyle has a soccer game, I wanna go watch."

Dean mimicked Addy's puppy dog eyes; his attempt looked like cow eyes. "Sam does them better."

Adam sighed slightly. "Fine, I'll take you."

Though he would never admit it Adam was feeling slightly guilty for dragging Addy from Kyle. He did seem like a nice kid.

Dean sighed deeply as Adam and Addy made their way to the door "Be back in an hour. And Kid?"

"Yeah?" Addy asked.

"I know you're not thinking of leaving the room without a jacket." He told her.

"I would never do that Dean!" Addy insisted as she walked over to her backpack and pulled out her fleece.

"Yeah, ok. Watch out for each other." Dean warned as he watched the two teens shrug into jackets.

"We will." Adam ensured him before shutting the door.

They chatted nonchalantly for the remainder of the three minute walk, arriving at the game just as it started its fourth quarter. Addy knew she wasn't going to be able to see much of it because of the stupid make-up work, she had even told Kyle that. But still, better late than never, right?

Kyle ran out onto the field and watched Addy giving him a tiny wave; even from here he could see her blushing. He noticed and gave her an over-exaggerated wave and a huge smile. 'It looked like her Neanderthal cousin was with her again. Adam, that was his name, right? ' Kyle thought to himself. 'It was pretty cool she got to come watch; even if it was only for a little while.' Her cousins must be real jerks; they never let her do anything alone.

"You must be the girl my brother can't stop talking about." Addy turned to her right, noticing for the first time the brunette who was smiling at her. Politely she stuck out her hand. "I'm Stephanie, Kyle's older sister."

"I'm Addy." She said, shaking Stephanie's hand briefly. "It's nice to finally meet the sister Kyle always mentions."

"God, I hope he hasn't told you anything bad!" She said with a smile, but for some reason it was oddly menacing. Addy couldn't shake the feeling in her chest that there was something wrong about Stephanie. Not a false kindness, but almost as if an inhuman presence had manifested itself in her. Not a possession, it was part of her. It was the same feeling Addy had when she'd met Kyle's friend Nate. It was so nice to talk to a girl again; Addy pushed the feeling away, and ignored it.

Adam nudged Addy with his elbow; she hadn't realized she was spacing out. "No," Addy said with a smile "You don't need to worry about that. He hasn't said anything bad, I promise."

"Well that's a relief!" Stephanie smiled "So what grade are you in Addy?"

"I'm a sophomore. What about you?"

"Senior, I just turned eighteen actually." She seemed so nice. But Addy was getting this awful vibe from her. If Riley had been describing it, she would have said that Stephanie had a dark aura.

Adam watched Addy and Stephanie introduce themselves and couldn't help but think that Stephanie had a really nice ass and a great set of legs. Not that he would ever say that out loud. She reminded him a little of Katie, a girl he'd been kind of seeing at school; similar legs.

"Hi, I'm Adam." He said, putting in his most flirtatious smile that reminded Addy all too much of Dean. "Are you ok?"

Stephanie looked slightly confused for a second before answering "Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"

Adam, flaunting his best Winchester smile oh so smoothly responded "Because heaven is a long fall from here."

Addy couldn't help but snort at the use of such an incredibly cheesy line. Adam shot her a look before Stephanie let of her own laugh. Addy just shrugged her shoulders and rolled her eyes at him.

"Sorry," She told Adam with an apologetic smile "I have a boyfriend and he's actually on the team so..."

He clicked his tongue in disappointment before sighing "Lucky guy."

By this point Addy couldn't hold it in any more and busted out in giggles. God, how pathetic can she possibly be?

"Are you giggling?" Adam asked in surprise. "Are you acting girly?""Oh shut up!" Addy snarked at him, punching his arm almost to the point of pain. Adam waited till Addy was distracted by Kyle before mouthing 'ouch at Stephanie.

"I like you." Stephanie grinned at Addy. "You don't take crap from anyone, do you?"

"I guess not."

"Good for you. So where'd you meet my brother?" She asked curiously.

Adam exchanged a look with Addy; this time it was his turn to laugh.

"He… Uhhh… Ummm… Kinda hit me with a car…" she confessed.

Stephanie got a surprised look on her face "No shit! You're the girl he hit?"

Addy nodded yes, red creeping up her cheeks. God, why couldn't she have been anything but a redhead. The whole redhead, pale skin, and the blushing whenever totally fricking sucked!

"Well at least he knows how to make a grand entrance. I told mom not to let him take the car. But nooooo…. Well, I'm glad to see you're alright."

Addy laughed and the threesome continued to talk as the game ended. She was funny and sarcastic with the right amount of sympathy and understanding when she spoke. It was so nice talking to a girl again. Texting with Riley just wasn't the same as actually having a girl around.

"So, how'd you like the game?" Kyle asked as Nate and he approached. Nate embraced Stephanie in a hug and a kiss before turning to face Kyle.

Nate was her boyfriend… The connection between them made Addy feel uneasy and she was once again reminded of what Uncle John would always tell her when she was younger.

'There's no such thing as coincidences, Addy.'

Whatever strange force that connected Stephanie and Nate was, She'd find it. She promised herself she'd find it.

"I thought you guys were a bunch of slackers. Your defense was asleep and you, Mr. Center Forward, weren't much better." Stephanie told her little brother as she hung off Nate's arm.

"Hey!" Kyle protested. "We won, didn't we?"

"Well I think you did fine." Addy told Kyle with a smile. He walked over to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder before turning to face his sister and best friend.

"See? Addy thinks we played fine!" Kyle told his sister triumphantly.

"Do you even know anything about soccer?" Nate asked her suspiciously.

"Yes actually." Addy told him proudly. "I was a varsity starter of the girl's soccer team at my old high school."

Nate looked impressed, "Really? Were you guys any good?"

"We won the state championship for our league." Addy admitted with a shy smile.

"Good for you." Nate said with a nod. But the way he said it, it was sarcastically and emotionally cold. Addy didn't like him. Addy didn't like him at all.

"Athletic and beautiful," Kyle told me, glaring at Nate. "Have anything else up your sleeve?"

"I can think of a couple of things." Addy told him.

"Care to share?" He asked with a laugh.

As usual Addy didn't get the chance to respond. The frigging Winchester over protectiveness gene kicked into overdrive.

"Actually we need to get going." Adam told Kyle with a look that dared him to argue.

"We still have ten minutes before the time Dean told us to get back." Addy protested. Adam looked at her and she could practically read his mind.

'Do you want me to throw you over my shoulders and drag you back again? 'Cause I totally will.'

"It's fine." Kyle told Addy, squeezing her shoulder affectionately. "I'll see you tomorrow."

He kissed her, laying a kiss on her lips before whispering in her ear. "Text me later when you get the chance."

Addy nodded slightly right before Adam cleared his throat, a signal for her to get her ass back to the hotel room.

"See you later." She told Kyle with a smile.

"It was nice to meet you!" Stephanie called after Addy as she followed Adam.

Addy waved at Stephanie, Nate and Kyle before turning back to Adam. At first he didn't speak, but when he did it wasn't what she expected him to say.

"So, uh… Kyle seems pretty nice."

"He is." She admitted, unable to keep a stupid grin off her face.

"You guys have any classes together?"

"Yeah, two of them. English and History."

A slightly awkward silence erupted between the two of them. They walked for a minute or two in silence before Adam opened his mouth and asked "So have you two made out yet?"

"Adam!" Addy protested mouth wide open in shock. That was not something she was expecting from the 'nice Winchester.'

"What?" He couldn't even understand what was wrong with his question.

"You don't just go asking people questions like that!"

He contemplated what she had said for a second "So that's a yes."

"No." She admitted. "We haven't made out... yet."

"Good." He told her as they approached the motel room "'Cause it would seriously suck if I got blood all over my jacket because I had to beat that scrawny kid into a pulp for touching you."

"I can take care of myself dork." Addy told him as they walked into the room "I'm a big girl."

"How was the game?" Sam asked them. Dean and he were crowded around small table in the kitchenette, desperate to find any leads on the case. The lunar cycle was about to reach the point where werewolves would begin their involuntary change and they still had no idea who the werewolves could be. Even with the four of them working double time, it would be a miracle if they found out who the wolves were before someone was killed again.

Addy had done her best to try and convince them to let her help. But each time she had suggested it she had gotten a defiant 'No' from Dean. It was frigging annoying, she'd told him over and over and over again she was fine. And that she could help but he had told her that she couldn't help until she was done with physical therapy. The Winchester's had officially made her the water-boy, always the benchwarmer, never a player.

"It was good, they won." Addy told him, sliding into the seat next to Dean. Her face didn't even turn red as she spoke. She felt triumphant; on top of the world… Until Adam ruined it.

"Sure she liked it, loved it is more like it, considering she was making out with that kid after the game."

"You what?" Sam and Dean asked at the same time. One half of a barbershop quartet.

I rounded on Adam protesting loudly, a blush rising up my neck to my hairline. "I was not!" I protested and Adam just smiled slightly. Actually a smirk was more like it.

Maybe it was because Dean had pretty much raised Sam single handedly. Maybe it was because he was almost fifteen years older than Addy; maybe it was because Dean had pretty much been acting like a dad to her for the last month. Whatever it was, when Addy lunged across the table at Adam, Dean grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into his lap before she made it out of her seat. Life was totally unfair.

"Well that was unexpected." Addy muttered "How'd you know I was going to do that?"

"Because I know how teenagers think. I know how you think and I know how to read body language enough to recognize when someone's about to attack." He told her before turning on Adam. "I also know enough to tell that you're lying."

"So," Dean said, doing his best to keep his face serious with a hint of anger in his voice even if his eyes were filled entirely with amusement. "No lying," He told Adam before turning to look down at Addy "And no attacking people out of anger. Got it?"

"Yes sir." They muttered; God it sucked being the youngest.

"Good." He said, allowing Addy to get up and sit back in her seat. "And Addy?"

"Yeah?" She said, knowing exactly what he was going to tell her.

"For your sake, let's just say I hope I never catch you sucking face. Got it?"

"Yes sir," She said rubbing her forehead with her hand. "I've got it."

"So are you guys going over the list of victims again?" Addy asked Sam.

"Yeah, but I can't make out the connections between all of them. Most werewolves travel in a pack and go after their victims based off of people they couldn't get back at normally, but… I can make a connection between six of the victims, but the other two…" He shook his head "Nothing. Three of the victims worked in the school district, two of them were teachers and one was guidance councilor. One of the teachers taught sixth grade, the other ninth grade science. The guidance councilor worked at the same school as the science teacher, the same school that three of the teenage male victims attended."

"We've got a connection between six of them, what about the other two?" Adam asked.

"They appear to be random. One of the victims was a nineteen year old high school dropout parolee; the other was a recovering alcoholic with a drug addict. Both victims were male." Sam dropped the left over files on to the table for emphasis.

"Did either victim attend either school the teachers or guidance councilor worked at?" Addy asked.

"Nope." Sam said with a sigh.

"Yeah, why make things easy for us…" Dean ran his hand through his hair. "Did you run a search of all the students the teachers might have shared?"

"Do you have any idea how many people that would be Dean?" Adam asked his older brother.

"Four thousand, seven hundred and sixteen people that just graduated with in the past decade and considering we have no idea what the age of the wolves are, it might range even farther back than that." Sam hated this stupid situation.

"Crap." Dean muttered. "So you're basically telling me that even though we have a lot, we don't have enough to hunt these sons of bitches down?"

Sam nodded once.

"Fan freakin' tastic." Dean snapped.

What ended up sucking the most was the fact that even though Addy ended up staying up till midnight to help them research; when Dean made her to go to bed they still hadn't found anything else.

The next morning Sam had still woke her up for school at the normal time, even though they'd been up late the night before. And even with Addy insisting that she could stay and help with the research Sam still told her she had to go. Even Kyle's welcoming embrace (and kiss) as she walked into school wasn't enough for her to shake the creepy feeling that Nate and Stephanie were letting off. Annoyingly enough it had gotten worse, she could feel them coming from down the hall.

The school day was a school day; a hopelessly boring and uneventful Monday. Homework was assigned, projects passed out and notes were taken; but for some reason Addy still couldn't get rid of the sick feeling she kept getting whenever Nate or Stephanie approached. It got so bad I had to leave when ever either came around.

School ended at three thirty and as soon as the bell rang Addy had her phone out and was dialing. Sam picked up on the second ring.

"Hey Addy, what's up?"

"Hey Sam. I have an English project I need to work on and to do that I need to go to the library. I know that I'm grounded and I'm not supposed to go anywhere without one of you guys but I was wonder if I could…"

"Go to the library without one of us being there?"

She nodded before realizing he couldn't see me "Yeah. Please. I know I'm grounded. But, this project requires book and journal citations; not just web citations. Please."

He didn't say anything for a minute, it felt like he was building the silence for anticipation and dramatic affect "Yeah, but Addy? If one of us goes to check on you and you aren't there…"

"That's not going to happen Sam." Addy pleaded "I promise."

"Good. Be careful. Tonight's the first night of the cycle, so call when you want a ride home."

"Yeah and I'll be careful, I promise. Thanks Sam."

"No problem Kiddo. Talk to you later."

"Yeah." Addy let the silence fill her head before shoving the phone into her pocket and heading toward the library.

It took Addy three and a half hours to completely finish the stupid English paper on Hamlet, drafting and editing included. When she finished Addy spread the victim's files around the table; she was failing epically at making any connections. It was like being six years old and trying a thousand piece jig-saw puzzle. Addy felt like she'd been there forever when she heard the sound of foot steps behind her. Whoever it was wasted no time in claiming one of the empty chairs that surrounded the table.

"You know, most guys would be turned off if they saw a girl shuffling through random folders of people who were dead." Kyle said with a smile "Me? Well, I'm just kinda curious…"

He picked up a folder and started looking through it, grimacing when he saw the graphic photos of the dead bodies.

"I work part time at the coroner's office. My boss is having me look it over for a second opinion." Addy lied through her teeth; no way did he need to know about werewolves.

"They want a fifteen year olds opinion?" He said as his face dropped into a slightly confused expression "Hey I know these people."

"You do?" Addy was unsure if he was just saying that to get attention.

"Yeah, Mr. Burger was my sixth grade teacher. God, he hated Nate. He was always giving him detention and crap like that." He picked up another folder. Addy was slightly impressed with his ability to stomach the graphic images. Most people wouldn't have been able to handle it. "I know this guy too."

He picked up another file, shuffled through it and his frown deepened. He threw it aside before grabbing another. By the time he had looked through each of the folders his face looked like it was about to fall off in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Addy asked him, slightly concerned for whatever the answer would be.

"I know all of them." He confessed "Were they targeted by a serial killer? They were all missing their hearts right? So that means-"

"Kyle," Addy cut him off "It's very important that you tell me how you know these people."

"Mr. Evens was my sister's ninth grade Social Studies teacher; she hated him, he was always insulting her. Then Mrs. Dawes, the guidance councilor, Nate always said she was a prick. These three douche bags," He gestured to the files of the high school students "were the biggest assholes at our school. They kept beating the crap out of me and wouldn't leave me alone. Nate and Stephanie tried to talk to them about it but…"

"What about the other two guys?" Addy asked desperately "This is really important Kyle."

"Why? Do you think someone targeted them for a reason?"

"I don't know, just please tell me how you knew them." Addy begged, giving him her best impression of Sam's puppy dog eyes. He caved.

"The guy Mathew Gruber," He gestured the folder of the drop out "was my sister's abusive boyfriend. He wouldn't leave her alone after they broke up. She filed a restraining order but it didn't help, like at all. Then all of a sudden a couple of months ago he never contacted her again. I guess we know now it's because he's dead. Not that I care, the guy had it coming. Jess only really got over him after Nate and she hooked up; they're both loners, but as long as they have each other they don't care, that's enough for them."

Addy ignored the unnecessary comments; she was in hunter mode. "And the other guy?"

"Nate's dad. He was always disappearing for months on end so we weren't worried when he didn't come home one night last month. The guy didn't exactly deserve a 'Father-Of-The-Year' award, he was a total jerk. All he did was drink beer and smoke. He used to whale on Nate after he had too much to drink."

"Kyle, this is going to sound really weird but I need you to answer my question. Have Stephanie and Nate changed during the past couple of months? Ummm, like, have they become moody or grouchy? Have they been acting like something strange was happening to them?"

Kyle paused for a second. "Yeah, I guess, a little bit. Why?"

She brushed off the question. "When did it start, the mood changes?"

"My sister came back from visiting my grandparents Philadelphia; I just thought she had her period or something. What's this about?"

Kyle, without knowing it had given me the pieces of the puzzle that were missing. Addy knew the connections between the victims. Nate and Stephanie, the weird feeling that she had been getting… It was because they are the freaking werewolves!

"I need to go." She told him as she began shoving the files into her school bag. "Now."

Kyle gave Addy a weird look but started to hand her the remanding files. "What's going on?"

Before she got the chance to respond with some crap excuse, the flap to her bag flipped back, giving Kyle a perfect view of her knife. He stepped back, suddenly incredibly cautious.

"Who the hell are you?" He demanded "What's going on?"

Addy didn't have time to explain, she didn't have much time. "Kyle, I can't tell you right now-"

"No, no, no, no." He told her, shaking his head. "Creepy ass pictures are one thing. But a freakin' butchers knife? You start talking right now or I'm calling the cops, and I can guarantee they'll be as interested as I am as to why you're carrying those files around."

"I'm not really a coroner's assistant." Addy admitted.

"No? Really?" Kyle faked surprise. He liked Addy, he really did; but what kinda creepy ass person carried around a freakin' butchers knife and the pictures of a serial killer's victims?

"I know this is going to be hard to believe, but if I don't leave now people will die." Addy told him, meeting his eyes with a serious expression. "That's the truth. I swear. You can call the cops if you want, but I can guarantee they will only make things worse."

He saw her face and realized how serious she was. "You do realize that later you'll owe me an explanation, right?"

"If you really want one later, I'll give you one. But I have to go now." The thing that sucked most about lycanthropes was the fact that it was incurable. To get rid of the werewolf problem, Kyle's best friend and sister would have to be killed. He deserved an explanation for that, even if it went against the basic hunter rules.

"Ok, I'm going to hold you to that." Kyle nodded, not liking her lack of explanation; but, realizing he wasn't going to get anything else. So he shrugged in acceptance and gestured for her to go.

"Thanks." Addy whispered, quickly kissing him before she starting running out of the library, down the street and back to the motel as fast as she possibly could.

I burst into the motel room, causing the two oldest Winchester's to reflexively draw their guns. My face was flushed, my hair a mess and I was panting slightly.

"Addy what's wrong?" Sam asked, dropping his gun on the table before walking over to me. "You were supposed to call for a ride. What happened? What's wrong?"

He looked worried, so did Adam and Dean. Addy took a deep breath, doing her best to slow down her breathing enough to answer. "Running was faster."

"What happened Kid?" Dean demanded, quickly losing patience. He was worried, but then again Addy must have been a sight. She could feel the sweat trickling down her face; and she knew that she was all red and windblown.

"Iknowwhothewerewolvesare." Addy said so fast it came out as one word.

"What?" Adam asked in a confused voice.

"Slow down Kid, and tell us what you said again." Dean told her.

"I know," Addy repeated slowly this time "Who the werewolves are."

"How?" Sam asked as he led her over to her bed. Addy sat down and threw off her bag before looking up to meet the Winchesters' curious gaze.

She blurted out her story as quickly and accurately as she could. By the time Addy finished the story the Winchesters were looking at her thoughtfully. The moon had already risen, and time was running out.

"Sam grab the weapons, we're leaving in five." Dean told his little brother as he grabbed his leather jacket and shrugged into it before grabbing the impala's car keys.

"What about us?" Adam protested, standing at the same instance that Addy did.

"Yeah Dean, what about us?" Addy asked before quoting him "'you can help with the werewolves', remember?"

"That's before I knew they were two very pissed off hormonal teenagers." He told Adam and her. "You guys are staying here while Sam and I deal with it."

"So you're breaking your promise to me?" Addy asked him. Of course, she had seen this coming but that didn't make it suck any less.

"No, I'm just trying to keep you safe." He told me his anger rising. This was not really the time for an argument.

"I appreciate the concern, but you leaving us here isn't going to solve anything. It just puts it off." Addy tried playing the learning experience card; it worked with Cody sometimes. "If you take us with you, we're going to learn how to correctly handle the situation. Besides Adam has uh never seen a werewolf; this is a great learning experience for him."

"Not to mention the second you two leave we're going to follow you." Adam added as an afterthought. Addy glared at Adam; she wasn't going to mention that part.

"They're right Dean." Sam pointed out.

"Crap." Dean protested with a sigh and glares at both of us. "If either of you disobey a single order, you will NEVER see the light of day again. I swear by all that is holy, I will kick both of your asses into next week! You have five seconds to get into the Impala before I change my mind."

Addy wasted no time grabbing her knife and jacket and running out to the car to join the Winchesters.

"Alright Kid, where does your boyfriend live?" Dean asked me.

"He's not my boyfriend." She protested as she rattled off his address.

"Go see if his sister's home." Dean told her as they pulled up at Kyle's house.

Addy knocked on the door, playing with my ponytail as she knocked on the door. She could feel the weight of her dagger in its sheath; and playing with my ponytail kept her from grabbing it.

"Addy?" Kyle hadn't been expecting her when he answered the door. "What are you doing? Uhhh… My parents are on a business trip so you aren't supposed come in… And Stephanie will tattle on me in a heartbeat."

He looked slightly confused when Addy shook her head at him. "No, that's not it." She ignored formalities. Kyle was so sweet; he didn't deserve what was happening into his life. "Is Stephanie home?"

He looked surprised "Um, yeah, she is. Is this about earlier? Do you think she's in trouble?"

"Can I talk to her? It's really important." Addy said trying to be as persuasive as possible. "Please."

Kyle looked slightly taken a back, "Sure, she went to bed early. Come on."

Crap, asleep meant she had already changed.

"No Kyle!" She tried to protest, but he had already started up the stairs and couldn't hear her. If he walked in on his sister, Addy was afraid that she might attack him.

Not thinking she followed him into the house and up the stairs. Crap Dean was going to kill her for going into the house alone, but she couldn't let anything happen to Kyle.

Addy picked up her phone as she felt it vibrate in her pocket.

"What the hell are you doing?" Dean demanded

"I couldn't stop him from going to check on his sister, so I'm going with him."

"Like hell you are!" He yelled

"You never said I couldn't go into the house."

"Get your ass back outside now!"

"What the heck?" She heard Kyle mutter as he opened the door to his sister's room. "She's not here."

To make the situation worse, her sheets were shredded to pieces; her bedroom window had claw marks and broken glass all around it.

"Oh God. What happened?" Kyle whispered as he fingered his sister's bed sheets. "I mean, it's not like anyone ever comes in here, but you'd think one of us would notice something like this."

"What's going on Kid?" Dean asked Addy.

"She's not here." She told him.

"Well, where the fuck is she?" Dean snapped.

"Kyle, if your sister isn't at your house where is she usually?" Addy turned to Kyle. He looked like he was about to lose it. He was just staring at the claw marks in horror.

"It's like a wolf did this… But there aren't any wolfs in the city."

"Kyle!" Addy yelled again, he looked up at her. "Keep it together! If your sister isn't here, where would she go?"

"Um, Nate's place." He told her.

"Where does Nate live?"

Addy repeated Dean's question to Kyle. He didn't understand what was going on and he was reaching his breaking point. "Five hundred West Lyn Road. It's like a mile from here."

"You got it?" Addy asked my phone.

"Yeah, hurry up and get out here." Dean told her and she heard him shift the car into drive.

"No, leave without me. I'll meet you there." Addy insisted. Waiting for her would waste time they didn't have.

"Kid-" He protested.

"We don't have time to argue, go and I'll meet you there!" She told him a little more forcefully then she normally would have been.

"Don't take too long Kid." He told her before hanging up the phone.

Addy turned around to face a seriously scared and confused Kyle. "What the hell is going on?"

"I don't have time to explain-" She tried to tell him.

"When you told me that at the library it was one thing, but now that my sister and my best friend are involved…" He trailed off and shook his head slightly "What's going on? Why the hell are there claw marks?"

"You won't believe me." Addy told him.

"Try me." He demanded.

She sighed and shrugged slightly, "Nate and your sister are werewolves."

He looked at her like she was crazy.

"Think about it, the way they've been acting lately. Your sister hasn't been the same since she got back from Philadelphia, has she? I bet right after that Nate changed too; I bet they both became got moody and mean. What about the recent string of murders? All people your sister and Nate just happen to know; people who were cruel."

"Werewolves aren't real." He told her, but Addy could tell he was thinking the situation through.

"I'm sorry, but I gotta to go." Addy turned to leave but she felt Kyle's hand on my arm.

"No!" He protested and Addy thought he wasn't going to let her leave "I'm going with you."

"It's too dangerous." Addy tried to tell him, mimicking Dean's words from earlier. "I can't let you get hurt."

"Well to bad, I'm coming with you anyway. If my sister and Nate are hurting people; I need to do something about it." I knew he wasn't going to let me leave without him.

"Don't fall behind, stay by my side and if I tell you something you do it, no questions asked. Understand?"

"Yeah, I've got it." He told her.

"Keep up." Addy warned him as she started running down the stairs, out the house and in the direction of Nate's house.

But Addy had no idea where she was going. She stopped and looked around for some indication of which way she should go. There wasn't any.

"Follow you?" Kyle flashed a quick smile. In any other situation, this would have been funny. "You follow me."

He took off. Crap, Addy must really be out of shape. Or else, Kyle was an awesome runner. Because, by the time she caught up to him she was panting heavily. Man he was fast.

"So, how do you deal with these werewolves?" He asked as Addy matched his pace.

She looked at him to see if he was trying to make fun of her, but the look on his face was more curious then condescending. "Their weakness is silver."

"How do you become a werewolf?"

"It's a disease; it's transferred through bites."

"How do you get rid of it?" He asked and Addy knew she couldn't lie to him.

"You don't."

He stared at me "Then how do you stop them?"

Addy didn't answer for a second, Kyle stopped running. She knew she couldn't leave him in the middle of the alley. She stopped, turning to face him. They were almost at Nate's house, and Addy's lungs were starting to burn.

"So; what they go to the hospital or something?" Addy bit her lip but she didn't answer him; what could she say? How do you gently break it to someone? "Are you going to hurt them?" Addy still didn't answer; words were running through her head, nothing sounded right. Kyle's voice rose an octave. "Are you going to kill them?"

"I promise you," Addy tried to convince him "I'll do everything I can to help them. But they're killing people."

"Yeah, horrible, abusive people." He fumed.

"Who were still alive! If they continue to do this shit, they're gonna kill innocent people."

"But they're innocent!" He closed his eyes and rubbed his head.

"Kyle, I'll do everything I can to help them." Addy panted, doing her best to ignore the weird feeling in the pit of her stomach. Whatever it was, it could wait; Kyle needed some sort of reassurance.

Kyle opened his eyes and they widened with fear.

"What's wrong?" Addy asked.

"Look out!" He yelled, pushing her out of the way as Stephanie morphed into a wolf-like thing and lunged at Addy.

Addy fell to the ground, reflexively rolling and grabbing her knife. As she stood up Stephanie was looming over her brother looking at him as if he were a piece of meat.

"Stephanie, it's me." Kyle tried to coax her "Your little brother. Remember?"

Stephanie attacked, and Addy barely had enough time to knock her to the ground. Addy was on top of her, desperately trying to hold the stronger girl down.

"Run!" Addy yelled at Kyle, relieved when she saw the only injury he had sustained was a cut. "Run! Go find my cousins!"

He hesitated and Addy had to once again yell at him. "Kyle! Please! Go find them!"

He ran. Addy didn't know how long it would take for him to get the Winchester and bring them back, but she needed help.

Addy dodged Stephanie's jaws as she made to bite her. Much to Addy's horror, as she lay there wrestling with the girl-turned-wolf, she heard another growl. Another wolf; this one sounded deeper.

Nate looked nothing like he had as a human. Though Addy knew he hadn't liked her when he was alive, but the he was looking at her was filled with pure unadulterated hatred; Addy couldn't recall ever having seen a look that full of hatred. She couldn't take both of them; there was no way she could outrun them.

Addy pushed away from Stephanie, standing up, knife outstretched and preparing for an attack from both creatures. As Addy was rising Stephanie side-swiped her, the blow knocked her knife out of her hand and just out of reach. Stephanie clawed at Addy's arms and her chest, ripping at her skin. Addy struggled against her, landing a kick soundly enough on her chest that Stephanie stumbled backward slightly.

That was all Addy needed. She grabbed her knife, and this time when Stephanie lunged at her again, she stuck it out. Addy felt the knife bury itself into Stephanie's heart, Addy felt Stephanie's blood as it escaped, and she saw Stephanie's eyes go wide. Addy pulled her knife out of Stephanie's chest and kicked her dying body away from her.

Before Addy's eyes, Stephanie shifted back into a human.

"What's-what's happening?" She whispered, grabbing at the glowing white wound in her chest.

"Shhh," Addy coaxed "It'll be alright. Go to sleep." She was so glad Kyle wasn't there to see this.

Stephanie nodded once before closing her eyes, never to open them again.

A loud, sadistic growl sounded and Addy stood up desperately preparing herself for Nate's attack. She had gotten so fucking lucky with Stephanie.

Addy doubted her luck would hold a second time. Her shoulder hurt like a bitch from fighting with Stephanie; and her knee was throbbing after the run. She was so screwed.

Nate, the were-creature, roared and started rushing her. Addy couldn't move her body was tired; adrenaline only goes so far. She didn't stand a chance of fighting off a second wolf; and she knew it. Addy closed her eyes and tensed waiting for Nate to hit her.

Three loud gun shots ran through the night and Addy felt droplets of blood hit her body. She opened her eyes to see Nate sprawled out only a few feet in front of her, three bullet holes in his back. Addy felt her knees weaken, and started to sag in relief.

"Addy!" Adam said, running across the alley way and grabbing her. He put his arms around her; she inhaled his warmth, his strength.

"You ok Kid?" Dean called as he examined Nate's body as Sam looked Stephanie over.

Addy nodded yes, to shock to speak. She was shivering but she wasn't cold, she was having trouble breathing. Addy knew she was being stupid, but she was hyperventilating, panicking. She had almost died, if they hadn't showed up when they did…

Addy knew Stephanie had to be killed, there was no denying that. But there was a difference between killing a random wolf, and killing someone Addy knew. She was having trouble dealing with the fact that she had killed Stephanie, and that was making her panic even more. Random occupied vessels she could kill, she hated to do it, but she could deal. Stephanie hadn't been random though, Addy had known her. She had talked to her, she had laughed with her. Addy had even liked her.

"Kid!" Dean yelled and he was suddenly standing next to Adam and in front of Addy, holding her face in his hands. "Calm down, just breathe. In, out. In, out. Yeah, that's it."

Addy followed Dean's instructions and until her breath was once again under control. She nodded her thanks and bit her lip. It was embarrassing, panicking like that.

"See?" He told Addy, letting go of her face to briefly rub her hair affectionately "This is why we don't run off by ourselves."

"I don't-I don't get it." Addy stammered "They were only killing people that they had issues with. Why-why'd they go after me?"

"Nate thought I was paying too much attention to you. He got jealous." Kyle told her as he appeared from behind Adam. "Stephanie always went along with him."

He looked scared, confused even; like he didn't know what to think of the world anymore, now that the creatures that inhabited nightmares were actually real.

"Thank you for getting them." Addy whispered to Kyle nodding her head in the Winchester's direction. If he hadn't, there was no doubt in her mind that she'd be dead right now.

Kyle nodded sadly as he looked down at his dead sister and best friend. His eyes filled with tears and Addy wanted so badly to comfort him.

"Come on Kid," Dean whispered into her ear as he tugged on her arm "We've got to get those cuts checked out."

Addy shook her head and pushed away from him, trying to go and comfort Kyle. She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder; he shrugged it away from her.

"Kyle…" Addy tried to say something, she didn't know what, but she had to try.

"My mom and dad, they never cared… But Nate and Stephanie, they're my family." He turned around to look at Addy, a tear escaping his eye.

"What am I supposed to do now?" He yelled, throwing his arms wide open in an indication that he was open to suggestions. "Now that I know that the things that go bump and the night are real?"

"Go home." Addy told him as she shoved my dagger back into the sheath at her side. "Go to bed. When you wake up in the morning it'll all just be a memory."

"Don't you get it?" He asked her desperately "How am I supposed to act like everything's normal?"

"Don't do this!" Addy begged of him, but she knew it was too late. She could already feel the pull in her chest that meant she was supposed to help him, the pull that meant it was her job to protect him. That he was her charge. "You can still have a normal life. You can still go to school, get a job, get married and have kids… This isn't what you want."

"What would you do if you were in my position?" Kyle demanded "If your sister and best friend were turned into these… things?"

"What's going on?" Dean demanded, but she just ignored him.

"This isn't about me, this about you and what you're going to do with the rest of your life. Hunting these things isn't a part time job. You start hunting them, and they start hunting you."

Kyle shrugged, and Addy knew that no matter how much she begged and pleaded it was useless.

"Please." Addy tried one more time "Don't do this."

"I'm sorry Addy." He said, looking down at his best friend and sister once more before turning and walking towards the exit of the alley.

"He's not going to be able to go back to a normal life, is he?" Adam asked.

"Nope." Addy whispered; grief overwhelming her.

"Kyle, wait!" She yelled after him, he paused at the entrance of the street and Addy made to run towards him.

Dean grabbed her arm and looked down at her, "Let him go Addy, he's made his decision."

Addy shrugged out of his hold and glared at him. "I know, and it's my job to make sure he doesn't die."

"What do you mean?" Dean asked a little impatiently.

"It means that I have to protect him, to take care of him, and come and help him if he ever needs it." She explained.

"Says who?" Sam asked.

Addy laughed slightly "I don't even know." She waved at the sky. "They never told me that." Addy told Sam before running over to Kyle.

"What is it Addy?" Kyle asked in desperation. He was tired, he was scared and he looked like he wasn't sure what he had left to live for anymore.

"I need you to promise me something." Addy told him.

"Yeah," He sighed deeply "What is that?"

"That, whenever you're in trouble, whenever you need help, you'll call me."

"I have your cell phone number." He reminded me.

She laughed "Cell phones can only do so much. If you ever need my help, all you need to do is say Adeline and I'll be able to hear you no matter where you are. You need to be careful; there are plenty of things worse than werewolves out there. Any questions you have, just call and we'll answer them." Addy jerked my head towards Sam, Dean, and Adam.

"Do I need to use your name for that one too?" He asked with a sad smile.

"No." She said with a small laugh "You can just use your cell phone for that. But Kyle, it's my job to protect you, never hesitate to call me."

"Why is it your job?" He asked the same exact question that Dean had asked her earlier. Except, when Kyle asked her, she could answer it. Stupid red tape.

"Because I'm a guardian, and it's what we do." She told him.

"Like a guardian angel?"

"Kinda, but we don't have wings." Addy admitted.

"That's too bad; I think you'd look cute with them." He pushed a piece of hair out of her face.

"I should probably go." She whispered.

"Probably." He whispered back, but neither of us them moved. Instead Kyle kissed her deeply, only pulling away when Dean cleared his throat loudly.

"I'll see you around." He told her briefly pressing his forehead to her's before he turned around and walked away, never looking back.

"Now," Addy told Adam with a mischievous smile as she walked over to them. "You can tell Dean I made out with Kyle."

"Shut up." He told her, pulling her into a one armed, sympathetic hug. "I'm glad you're okay; don't ever scare us like that again."

"I won't." She assured him.

After that they salted and burnt the bodies. Kyle wasn't going to say anything; Addy had assured the boys of that.

After dealing with the various cuts and bruises they'd gotten, they all fell asleep. Sam set the alarm clock for 0600 hours so they could remove any evidence that they'd had ever been in the motel room.

'You get in, you do your job and you leave before anyone starts asking questions.' Addy's dad had always told her growing up. Clearly the Winchesters had the same approach because by the time they were ready to leave, there wasn't a trace of us ever being Godonlyknowswhereville, America.

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Lunch was annoying as usual.

"Kid," Dean said through clenched teeth. "You have to eat."

"I'm not hungry Dean!" I reminded him for the umpteenth time. He didn't seem to care.

"That's too bad," He snapped. "Because you're going to eat the entire salad and we're not going anywhere until you do."

I looked around at Dean's, Sam's and Adam's finished plates and realized I was the only thing keeping us from leaving.

"Fine," I huffed, reaching for the pepper shaker.

"Don't-" Dean didn't manage to get whatever he was saying before I tipped the shaker over pepper spilled all over my salad.

Well, at least this meant I didn't have to eat my salad. "What the…?"

"That was meant for Adam," Dean huffed. "The pansy likes pepper on everything."

"Hey!" Adam protested.

"That was a fail." I mumbled, looking at my now ruined food.

"Well, I guess we'll order another one." Sam sighed looking around the diner for a waitress. "To go."

"No," I begged, not really interested in eating. "Let's just go."

"Kid. You. Need. To. Eat," Dean said slowly. Well that frigging solved everything. The Great Dean Winchester decreed it; thusly it will happen. I ate the new salad; we didn't even have to pay for it. The waitress thought that someone else hadn't tightened the lid. Dean got a free piece of pie. Life was good in Dean-land.

O~O~O~O~O~O~O

The normal thirteen and half hour drive to Sioux Falls, South Dakota only took Dean ten and a half hours, rest stops included. So by the time we had pulled up to Uncle Bobby's house, the guilty feeling over what had happened the night before had reduced to a minor pull. It kinda sucked, knowing that Kyle was now destined for a life full of hunting evil creatures because he had decided to befriend me.

"Who's truck?" Adam asked as we got out of the Impala.

I shrugged on my backpack and sighed deeply. The ass-old four door pickup truck that had been in even my earliest child hood memories was parked in front of Uncle Bobby's house. "My brother's." Or as Cody called it 'a glorious piece of American automotive history,' Dean would probably agree with him on that; Uncle John always had.

"Here," Dean threw me the keys "you and Adam grab the duffels from the trunk."

"Yes sir." I said as I caught them with ease and opened the trunk. I slung my backpack onto my shoulders as Adam and I piled their hands full of the clothes bags while Sam and Dean grabbed the weapon bags.

"It's good ta' see ya'll called ahead to tell me ya' were commin'." Uncle Bobby's familiar voice called. I turned around, a smile on my face at the thought of seeing Uncle Bobby for the first time in over a year.

"Sorry Bobby," Sam said "Didn't think you'd care if we came unannounced."

"I don't you idjit." Uncle Bobby snapped, but this time his voice didn't bring a smile to my face. A frown consumed my face as I saw, for the first time in over a year, my brother standing next to my adoptive uncle. Adam, Dean, and Sam headed inside to see if they could scrounge something to eat. It was amazing the amount of food that they could inhale at one sitting.

"Hey Addy." He whispered as he took a step closer to me. I dropped the bags that were in my hand and took a step closer to my brother. He was within reach now. It was weird, after all this time I wasn't sure what I thought I'd feel when I first saw him.

"Hey Cody." I told him and he stepped just a little bit closer. Before I knew what I was doing I had kicked him in the gut hard enough that he stumbled backwards. And just like that I started running; running as far as I could, as fast as I could, away from Cody and all the pain he had caused.