Dean drove through the night. By morning, they were only a few hours from Bobby's. He pulled into a diner with a gas station attached, so he could get food for him and his baby. Sam had fallen asleep halfway through the night and his head had landed on Carlys. Honestly, it was adorable, but Dean kept his thoughts to himself as he knew Sam wasn't in the mood.

Dean pulled into the gas station and went in for a small purchase. When he returned, Sam and Carly were awake. He got back into the car and threw a small bag at Carly. She opened the bag to find a scarf inside, looking down at it with confusion.

"Put the scarf on to hide the bite." Dean suggested as he smiled at the both of them. "I have to get food for Baby, so why don't you two go into the diner and get some sustenance? I'll be in shortly."

"Whose Baby?" Carly asked, wrapping the scarf around her neck.

Sam rolled his eyes at Dean and explained. "Baby's the car. It's his child in a sense."

"And I would kill for her," Dean said without hesitation.

Carly looked at him and then Sam, silently asking if he was serious. Sam nodded to say he was. Dean smiled and got out of the car to get gas. Meanwhile, Sam and Carly went into the diner and found a booth near the back.

A waitress in a grungy uniform handed them menus. Sam got a salad while Carly got pancakes with a side of hashbrowns; both having coffee as well. The waitress nodded before vanishing behind the counter.

"So, where are we going?" Carly asked.

Sam leaned forward across the table. "Since you had nowhere else to go, my brother thought it best we take you to a friend of our father's, Bobby Singer. He's a trusted hunter who can teach you a thing or two."

"Hunter?" Carly asked.

That's when Sam realized she still thought they were FBI. So, he sighed heavily, intertwining his fingers. He prayed Carly wouldn't run for the hills when she discovered the truth.

"Dean and I aren't actually FBI. We hunt monsters like the vampires we fought last night. We're hunters of the supernatural," Sam explained.

Carly took in what he said and thought for a moment. Sam expected her to think he was crazy, but instead she reacted the exact opposite.

"That makes a lot of sense honestly. It was quite obvious you weren't FBI the second Dean cut the vampire's head off with a machete, but hunters…" Carly muttered, meeting Sam's gaze. "You do stuff like that all the time?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah, we risk our lives every time we go out on a hunt. It's hard, grueling, and doesn't pay, but we save people...like you."

"So, am I going to become a hunter as well?" Carly asked with intrigue.

"We're taking you to Bobby's so you're able to protect yourself. If you want to hunt, that is up to you, but from personal experience, I wouldn't." Sam warned, shaking his head. "It ruins your life."

The waitress returned with the food and coffees, placing them in front of Carly and Sam. Just before she walked off, Dean slid in beside Sam and ordered as well. The waitress looked annoyed, but went off to get his food nonetheless.

"So, what are you two talking about over here?" Dean asked in a suggestive tone.

"I was just explaining that we're hunters and that we're taking Carly to Bobby's," Sam said, hitting Dean's arm.

"Just asking," Dean said with a smile.

Dean's food arrived shortly after and the three began to eat. Carly slowly felt more and more comfortable with them. It was nice to laugh after the events of the last few days. For a short while, she had forgotten all her worries and it was so damn nice.

Carly and Dean made fun of Sam for eating a salad for breakfast while they chowed down on their pancakes. At one point, Carly laughed so hard coffee came out her nose, causing the boys to laugh even harder. They'd only known each other for less than twenty four hours and yet Carly felt like she was home...whatever home was for her now.

When they were done, the waitress handed the trio the bill. Dean pulled out a credit card and handed it to the woman. She looked down at it and back at Dean with a furrowed brow.

"Beatrice Burns?" She asked with a croaking voice.

Dean smiled wide. "Yeah, my parents were not kind to me."

She looked at it for a second longer before going to the cash register. Carly followed the movement of the woman with her eyes before looking back at Dean.

"Beatrice?" Carly asked.

"Hunting doesn't pay, so credit card scams are all we got," Dean whispered.

"Yeah, well you could've chosen a better name than that," Sam whispered in return.

"What? I think Beatrice suits me," Dean admitted with a smug smile.

Carly and Sam looked at one another and burst into laughter once again, Dean frowning in response. The waitress returned with the card and the receipt as the three headed outside to the car. Carly got into the back as Dean got into the driver's seat. Sam was tempted to sit in the front when he decided he'd rather sit in the back with Carly. Dean watched through the mirror, smiling as Sam took his seat.

He started the car and they were off. The more time went by, the more comfortable Carly became with them. It was weird, but it was the happiest she had felt in weeks and that meant a lot to her.

After a few more hours of driving, Dean pulled into the auto shop. The impala drove through the sea of cars surrounding the house. Some new, some so old you couldn't tell if it was a car anymore. Neither boy had ever seen Bobby work on any of the cars, so was it just for a cover up or did he actually fix them in his free time?

Dean pulled up near the house, Sam and Dean getting out of the car as they told Carly to stay put. They walked up to the door side by side. Dean took the lead and slammed his fist against the wood of the door. He heard muffled swearing from the other side and something falling, most likely Bobby running into something. The multiple-lock door opened with Bobby talking before really noticing who was here.

"What now Rufus? I'm not checking out your wife for the 5th time this week because you think she's a succubus," Bobby blurted out.

The second he saw Sam and Dean he shut up. They both looked at him with raised brows, tempted to ask, but they knew he probably wouldn't go into detail. So, they got down to business instead.

"Hey Bobby, we need your help," Dean pleaded.

"Well, go ask your father. He doesn't want me helping you anymore," Bobby muttered, starting to close the door.

Dean shoved his foot in the crack as Sam sighed. "We can't...he's dead."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Bobby apologized, opening the door back up.

"So, the situation I was talking about," Dean mentioned, moving over to show Carly in the backseat of the Impala. She met Bobby's gaze and awkwardly smiled, waving slightly.

Bobby looked at Carly and then back to the boys. "Who the hell is that?"

"Long story short, everyone she has ever loved was killed by vampires during our last hunt. We were wondering...if you could train her or at the very least teach her how to defend herself?" Dean asked.

"Why can't you two teach her?" Bobby asked, arms crossed over his chest.

"Because you know more than we do and...could we crash here a few days as well?" Dean asked, Bobby complaining at the thought. "We need to rest up and then we'll be out of your hair. I promise."

Bobby sighed in defeat. "Fine, but only a few days."

"Got it," Dean said, running back to the car.

"How are you, Sam?" Bobby asked with intrigue. "You seem happier than the last time I saw you."

"Yeah, I am happier," Sam muttered.

Bobby followed Sam's gaze to Carly. "Oh, so it's love then."
"I have no idea what you are talking about," Sam denied.

"It's okay to be smitten, Sam. Nothing wrong with that," Bobby smiled.

Dean helped Carly out of the car and walked her up to Bobby. She awkwardly offered her hand to him with a smile. He gladly took it in his own.

"I'm Carly, it's nice to meet you," Carly said.

"I'm Bobby and it's nice to meet you too," he replied.

Bobby moved aside, offering for the trio to come in. The house was not as big as it looked on the outside, but still a pretty good size. The upstairs was off limits and the three had to sleep on a really uncomfortable couch or the floor. Alcohol was free to consume, except the good stuff, which Bobby kept for himself. Sam and Dean began looking at the selection as Bobby offered to teach Carly a few things.

Bobby opened the back door and led Carly into the sea of cars. He swerved through the maze for a few moments before stopping. He stood beside an old Ford Chevy with the windshield shattered. It looked at least 50 years old, but the crack was newer.

He got into the cabin and threw a duffle bag onto the ground. Bobby wiped the dirt from his clothes and kneeled down beside it. He unzipped the bag and rummaged through it.

"What's in the bag?" Carly asked.

"Weapons. You'll be here for a few days so within those days I'll show you how to kill a vamp. Those vampires that attacked you are part of something bigger, and they do not like leaving survivors, especially ones that killed the leader of the coven. If any other covens find out what you did, they will come for you and the boys," Bobby explained, taking everything out of the bag.

"That's comforting," Carly muttered.

"It should be. Like you saw Sam and Dean do, the only way to kill a vamp is cutting its head off," Bobby admitted, handing Carly a machete.

She took the machete in her hand and began swinging it around, kind of like you would with a lightsaber. Bobby rose to his feet and she almost cut his throat with the blade.

"Careful, it's not a toy," Bobby warned.

Carly looked at her feet. "Sorry..."

"It's fine. Now I want you to practice swinging. If you aren't fast enough, a vamp will drain you in seconds," Bobby explained.

"Is there anything that can weaken the vampires so you can trap them?" Carly asked.

"Yes, but that will be taught tomorrow. Today, I want you to practice. I will call you in when dinner is ready," Bobby said, putting everything back in the bag, except the machete.

"That's hours from now," Carly pointed out.

"Well, then you better get started," Bobby said, heading back toward the house.

Carly watched Bobby wander toward the house as she sighed. She tried to think of the upside of this, so she pretended to be fighting vampires and swinging the machete around like a samurai. Bobby made it to the house as the boys watched Carly run around like a child does when pretend sword fighting.

"Are you just going to let her run around with a machete?" Dean asked, looking from her to Bobby. "I thought you would at least show her some techniques or something."

"She needs to learn by doing," Bobby shrugged.

Sam rolled his eyes, placing his beer on the table beside him. "That is how you get killed. I'll help her if you won't."

He got up from the couch and went out the backdoor. Dean and Bobby watched as Sam approached, Carly almost hitting him like she had done to Bobby. He said something to her and then came up behind her doing the cute thing where he placed his hands on hers to show her the right way.

"He fell in love fast," Bobby muttered.

"It's been almost a year since Jessica died. He deserves to be happy. Besides, I think it's adorable." Dean commented, a smile forming on his lips. "It's like love at first sight. He saw her once and it was all over, she clearly senses it too."

"Well, let's hope this doesn't end badly. Sam doesn't need any more loss added to his plate," Bobby pointed out.

"No, he most certainly does not."

Sam got behind Carly and put both her hands on the machete handle. He placed his hands on top of hers and began swinging back and forth.

Sam explained as the two moved. "Once you get practice, you can swing with one hand, but at first you want to use both so you have stability and strength behind your swing. If you don't have strength, you won't sever the head and then they'll just get back up. You need to be clean and quick, otherwise you'll have a problem."

"How do you know so much?" Carly asked.

"I've been doing this my whole life," Sam muttered as the two swung the blade quickly to the right.

"You're whole life?" Carly asked.

"Yeah, pretty much. My mom died when I was a baby and that sent my dad into a spiral. He began hunting, teaching us along the way so we could save people while trying to kill the thing that took her." Sam explained with a sigh. "But the demon that killed her took him as well just a few months after it killed my girlfriend."

"I'm so sorry." Carly said as the two separated so they could look at one another. "I had no idea demons even existed."

"Yeah, there's a lot you don't know about out there. Demons, werewolves, witches, ghosts, and any other creature you could possibly dream of, but this specific demon has tormented me since he killed my mother," Sam shrugged.

"Well, once I become a hunter extraordinaire I will help you kill the bastard." Carly said with complete honesty. "I want to make sure he pays for causing you so much pain."

"It's dangerous," Sam warned.

Carly stepped toward him, meeting his gaze. "I'm willing to take the risk. You saved my life, Sam. Now let me return the favor."
Their gaze lingered for a little too long as Sam shakingly nodded. Dinner was almost ready so he headed back to the house. Carly wanted to practice a little while longer so she stayed put. She swung and swung until on her last go the machete went flying.

"Shit…" Carly muttered under her breath.

She wandered away from the house and further into the cars. She found the blade embedded in the dirt ahead of her. Carly approached and pulled the machete out when a chill ran down her spine and the feeling that she was no longer alone.

Carly held the machete close as she looked around to figure out why she suddenly felt this way. A whisper in her ear made her turn to the right and another made her turn left. She was getting pissed and scared all at the same time.

"Who's out there!" Carly yelled.

"Just an old friend," A voice whispered in return.

A figure appeared near one of the cars. Carly looked toward the figure as it stepped out of the shadows. The look on her face went from anger to fear in a split second.

"You…" Carly muttered.

"It's nice to see you again. I don't think I've seen you since you were a baby, well unless you count the nightmares," he laughed, a sadistic grin playing on his lips.

"How...how did you find me?" Carly stuttered.

His smile widened. "I was planning to visit sooner, but the vampire debacle got in the way of that. So, when I discovered you were with Sam and Dean...well I had to get you alone. They always make things so damn complicated."

"What exactly do you want?" Carly asked.

"Well, you of course."

Sam made it to the door when Carly's scream rang through the lot. He shot around and ran back into the cars to find her. He ran toward where he thought the scream had come from to find Carly unconscious upon the ground. Sam checked for breathing and then carried her back to the house.

Dean and Bobby were laughing over something idiotic when Sam ran in holding Carly. They stopped what they were doing to watch Sam lay her across the couch. They looked from him to her and back again.

"What the hell happened?!" Bobby exclaimed.

"I don't know." Sam worried, running a hand through his hair. "I left so she could practice a little longer. I got to the door when I heard her scream. When I found her, she was unconscious, but as far as I can tell no major injuries."

"So what attacked her?" Dean asked

Sam shrugged. "I have no idea."