Sam looked out the window; there wasn't much to see. There never was much to see out of the window of the car. He looked past his own reflection and out into the gathering dark. It had been one of those days when the relative normalcy of his time at school felt more like a dream then a memory; in fact it had started to feel less real than some of his dreams. He was losing Jessica in the routine of driving, cheep motels and jobs. He was losing her to the patterns of a life he had hoped to have left behind. The dark woods slipped by without Sam noticing, what he did notice was how hot and uncomfortable it had gotten in the car.
"Dean, pull over. I'm gonna be sick."
"Sam, you don't get car-sick," Dean said glancing quickly at Sam.
"I do today. Pull over," Sam breathed a relieved sigh as Dean guided the car to a smooth halt at the side of the road. He opened the car door and stumbled to the trees, cool fall air filling his lungs and settling his stomach, but not quite as much as he had hoped. Sam stumbled and retched into the leaf litter.
"I hadn't realized my Call was so strong," the first thing Sam saw as he looked toward the voice, a soft woman's voice, was the hoof of a goat. The hoof was quickly tucked up under a floor length green skirt as a hand was extended to Sam, "I am sorry. The nausea should pass quickly now."
"Who are you and why are you out here in the woods?" Sam looks the woman over. It is hard to see her in the gloom but Sam sees pale skin and dark hair, the odd hoof feet were now hidden under her dress.
"You may call me Leanne," her tone formal, "and I am looking for my sister. I Called to me ones who could help me."
"Sam?" Dean's voice came from behind Sam.
"That's my brother."
"Good, there are two of you," Leanne said with a smile, but as Dean stepped into the clearing Leanne's eyes narrowed, "Your brother is a Hammer?"
"Last time I checked I'm not a tool."
"I think she meant a Witch Hunter, Dean," Sam said dismissively.
"Just because I-" Dean started only to be interrupted by Leanne.
"We need to go before my sister kills again," Leanne started back to the car, leaving the bewildered Winchester boys behind her, "Are you coming?" she called back over her shoulder.
"What's her story, Sam?" Dean asked, "Or are you planning to make a habit to pick up girls on the side of the road."
"She said she called us," Sam shrugs.
"And what is that supposed to mean?"
"I don't know. Did you see her feet?"
"Yeah she's not wearing any shoes. So?"
"She's," Sam looked at the girl walking in front of him small bare but defiantly human feet where carrying her to the Impala, "I just thought it was a bit cold for going barefooted."
When Sam caught up to Leanne at the car her hands were gently caressing the door, "It's beautiful," she said her voice reverent, "It's like a knights charger."
"It's an Impala," Dean corrected.
"You two will be my black knights," Leanne continued as if Dean hadn't spoken, all trace of formality gone, "and every Fairy Story needs Knights," for a moment Sam thought she would leap up and embrace them, but instead she turns to let herself into the car.