Shadow attack: John couldn't even say a word before something more more important than a family fight happened then. Apparently the shadow had taken to following us home. John was thrown into the cabinets on the other side of the wall. I screamed when I was lifted off my feet, flung across the bed and landing with a heavy grunt on the other side of the bed. Sam was pushed to the ground before Dean followed. We would never know that Meg was standing just outside, looking up to our motel room window; the Zoroastrian symbol tied around her neck as a necklace. We were all being flung across the room. I screamed in pain as I was slammed into the bathroom door. My weight combined with the force nearly cracked it in half. I hit the floor and scream as a claw nicked my cheek. The burning pain sensation happened as my shirt and lower side was clawed and now heavily bleeding. The claws went through me like a hot knife through butter. The boys were in the same problem, only they're faced being used. "Shut your eyes!" Sam suddenly screamed. I barely managed to squeeze them shut as tight as I could being Sam threw a flare, the room erupting in bright white blinding light. Smoke filled the air. I started to cough, dragging myself up the wall so I stand and lean against it. Sam suddenly appeared, slinging my arm over his shoulder. "We don't have much time." Sam warned as we all met at the car. "As soon as the flares out, they'll be back." "Then what are we waiting for? Lets hit the road." I said, leaning against the car. I bundled the bottom of my shirt against my side to slow down the bleeding. "Wait," Dean suddenly said, turning to dad. "Dad, you can't come with us." I looked at him surprised. "What are you talking about?" Sam demanded. Last thing I expected was for Dean to argue dad should go. "You kids, you're beat to hell." John said, looking back at they're wounds. I pushed the cloth harder on my injuries, hissing a little. "Yeah, like that's never happened before." Please, I knew what beat to hell felt like by the time I was four. "We'll be alright." Dean said. Sam protested, "Dean, we should stick together. Well go after those demons!" "We almost got dad killed in there!" Dean snapped. "Don't you understand?" I understood that he was more worried about dad then himself or us. "They're not gonna stop." After all, dad was still standing. "They're gonna try again." I just hoped I wouldn't need stitches. "They're gonna use us to get to him." Wouldn't they remember how dad never showed up until after the big warehouse fight. "Meg was right, dad's vulnerable when he's with us. He's stronger without around." As much as I hated to admitted, "Don't you know that they're are strength in numbers." "After everything, after all this time spent looking for dad." Sam protested loudly again. It had been right long months. "I have to be a part of this fight." Well you know I surely didn't want to miss the death of my mother's killer. "Sammy, this fight is just starting." John said and I glanced around cautiously. "And we are all gonna have a part to play." It was a good thing it was so late. "For now, you've got to trust me." Or else surely someone would have noticed the four dirty and bleeding suspicious people standing in the parking lot and called the cops by now. "You've got to let me go." The three boys were surprisingly emotional, looking like they were gonna cry. I felt my own tears unwilling start to well up. It just wasn't fair we spent all these months looking and now he was running off again. Sam patted dad's shoulder before turning away. Dean and dad shared a look as he passed. He stopped at me and I turned away, so he continued to his truck parked a few spaces away. John stopped before he climbed into the truck. "Be careful, kids." And then he drove away leaving them behind. Several seconds later, "Come on." Dean said quietly. "About time." I said just as sullen. Nobody said another word as we climbed into the car and left as quick as possible before people started finding the wreck room. If I had looked out the bad window at that moment, I would have seen Meg walk out around the corner. But I didn't so we were helplessly aware that Meg was still alive and gunning for us. Miles away, something else was happening in a small place called Richardson, Texas nearly two months earlier. There was three teenage guys and a teenage girl walking through a clearing coated in mud. "Come on man, is it much further? I'm cold." One of the guys complained loudly from the back. "It should be up here." The guy up front holding a flashlight said. At that moment, it was like the fog that had been surrounding then cleared up. It revealed a deserted, run down falling apart, cabin. "How'd you find this place anyway, Craig?" The guy in the back asked. "My cousin told me about it." The front guy with the flashlight now known as 'Craig' said. They all stopped, staring up at the dark cabin. "I am so not going in there." The sole girl of the group said immediately. "Wuss." Craig grinned. "We came all the way out here, may as well check it out." "Let's just hurry this up and get back to the car, all right? It's cold." The guy in back started to complain again. As they started up to the house, the final guy that had yet to talk looked at the girl. "You want me to hold your hand?" The girl thought for a moment before taking his hand. Then he started to grin leering. "Are there...any other parts I can hold?"