I will be skipping some episodes in this story and I may not make them go in order.

Oh, and I know the song Amber puts on in this chapter in the beginning is "Girl in the War" by Josh Ritter, but I was listening to the song "In The House – In A Heartbeat" from the 28 Days Later soundtrack because the song goes along better with what happens in this chapter.

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Chapter 13: An Attack/The Camp

Amber awoke to Dean lying on his back with his left arm wrapped around her back. Her head was lying on his chest, her waist-length hair scattered all over the blankets. Not wanting to wake Dean, she slowly removed his arm from around her back and crawled out of bed. She looked at the clock, which read 6:23 in the morning. Stretching quietly, she walked towards her bedroom door and grasped the baby blue towel from behind her white wooden door with clear crystal-like handle. Amber then tip-toed over to the master bedroom bathroom and quietly closed the door behind her.

Water filled the tub quickly as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. It looked back at her revealing dark circles under her emerald eyes on her Italian olive-toned face. Her hair was a mess, but she was able to brush it out within five minutes. The window beside her glowed in the early morning light passing through the trees beside the window. The bathroom was large, a large old-fashioned ceramic tub sat on golden legs in the corner of the room, a showerhead attached to the sand-colored tiles on the wall. Beneath the tub sat a drain on the sand-colored tiles, swallowing excess water. The sink sat up against the tiles to the left of the large window. Hand soap sat beside the faucet along with a bottle of lotion.

Amber walked over to the tub, after stripping herself of her green pajamas and gently pressing play on the yellow CD player on the back of the toilet. She sat on the edge of the tub, watching the water as it poured into the tub like a tiny waterfall, water splashing onto the floor of the bathroom. "Girl in the War" by Josh Ritter quietly filled the room as Amber stepped into the hot water. She slowly sat in the tub, allowing the water to swallow her body. Holding her breath, she slid down in the tub, allowing the water to envelope her entire body, soaking her hair. She came back up, closing her eyes and resting her head on the back of the tub.

As she lay there, the music the CD player started emitting static and the in the bathroom began to flicker, sometimes shutting off for a few seconds then turning back on.

"What the…?" Amber sat up in the tub, grasping the edges, heart pounding.

Amber climbed out of the tub and grabbed the baby blue towel that was neatly folded on the toilet seat, wrapping it tightly around her body. She began walking towards the door, but before she got to the door, she heard laughter. An evil laughter that seemed to come from all corners of the room. It sent chills up her spine. She then heard footsteps coming from behind her. Slowly she turned, afraid to face what was behind her. At first there was nothing behind her, but when the lights flickered off then back on, she was able to see the outline of a person in a black trench coat. Her face drained completely as the figure approached her with glowing golden eyes.

"Oh God!" she cried, turning to reach for the door.

Before she could even grasp the cool door handle in her right hand, she was grabbed from behind, her scream muffled by a hand covering her full, pink lips. The man's other hand wrapped itself around her waist. Amber clawed at his hands, but ended up having to bit his hand.

"Tsk Tsk Tsk," it scoffed just before she bit his hand.

The man cried out and shoved her hard, sending her sailing across the room, smashing into the tile wall. She landed in a heap on the slippery tile floor, cutting up her left knee and left side of her forehead. She quickly pushed herself up and sat on her butt as the man approached her quickly.

Amber crawled backwards on the damp floor,

"Dean!" she screamed as she hit the wall behind her.

Not even a second later, Dean kicked the door open,

"Get down!" he yelled, firing the gun he held in both hands.

The demon turned and burst into a black cloud, disappearing into the floor. Amber lifted her head in time to see it disappearing into the floor and Dean running, or more like sliding, over to her. He dropped down onto his bare knees in front of her and grasped her face in his hands. As soon as he touched her, tears streamed down her cheeks. He gently turned her face from side to side to check for more cuts. Her forehead and knee were dripping blood, staining the baby blue blanket,

"Shit!" he exclaimed once seeing her wounds.

He looked around the room until he found what he was looking for. Standing up, he rushed over to the towel rack and grabbed a white towel then kneeled in front of her again, touching the towel to her forehead. From behind them, they heard someone, that someone being Sam, stumbling up the stairs to her room. Within moments of reaching the top of the stairs, Sam was in the bathroom in a pair of boxers and a grey t-shirt, his strong arms exposed.

"What the Hell happened?" Sam asked upon seeing Dean dabbing Amber's bleeding forehead with the now pink towel, "I heard a gunshot!"

"Get dressed!" Dean turned facing his brother, "We're leaving, NOW!"

"Now?" Sam asked, completely unaware of what had just happened.

"I said, NOW, Sammy!" Dean practically shouted.

Sam turned and headed back down the stairs, skipping two or three stairs at a time, and got dressed while Dean helped Amber stand up.

"Come on, you're okay," he repeated a few times as he helped a shaking Amber stand up, "I think you may need stitches," Dean added, looking at the gash on her forehead again.

"I don't think so," Amber replied as he led her towards the bathroom door.

He led her quickly out of the bathroom, grabbing his 45 as he left. He glanced behind him once before helping her over to the bed and helping her dress. She threw on a pair of jeans, hissing as she pulled them over her cut up knee, and a green t-shirt with writing across the chest that read,

"Yo, rock, ya gonna eat thunder and crap lightning."

Dean laughed for a moment at her shirt, but then proceeded to grab things from her drawers and toss them into a green messenger bag she had pulled out for him. Dean would not allow her to pack her stuff. A photograph of her father, stepfather, mother and sister were packed into the top of the bag along with a few t-shirts and a pair of jeans and shorts and her sketchpad.

"Dean, why me?" Amber asked, holding the pink towel to her forehead, "Why is it after me?"

Dean looked up from shoving a pair of jeans into the army green messenger bag. She looked like she was on the verge of crying once again. He walked over to her and sat beside her on the bed,

"We will find out why," Dean told her, "but right now we need to focus on getting you away from here, okay?"

Amber nodded gently, a smile creeping onto her delicate features as Dean wiped a tear from her cheek with his thumb.

Within moments they were heading down the stairs towards the living room. Sam stood gripping the railing, looking up the stairs waiting for Dean and Amber. By the time Dean had finished packing her stuff and his, the bleeding on her knee and forehead had slowed, but she still held the towel to her forehead. Dean opened the front door instantly, Amber following behind Dean and Sam following behind Amber. Just as she was about to close the front door, she flung it back open,

"Shit!" she exclaimed, "my camera!"

"What?" Dean asked, only hearing the "shit".

"I left my camera inside," she ran back into the living room and grabbed it off the living room table then went back outside, slamming the door behind her, "got it!" she exclaimed, holding up a black Kodak.

Not once did Amber look back as the Impala peeled out of the driveway. She knew if she looked back, she would not be able to leave, despite the attack in her bathroom. It was her home. Her family's' home. None of them spoke until about they were about five minutes from where Hailey and her brother, Ben, would be hiking out with a tour guide to find their brother. Sam finally spoke up after what seemed like forever, still staring out the window watching the trees that passed by,

"So, are you ever going to tell me what the Hell happened back there?" he asked, glancing at Dean once before turning and peering back out the window.

In the back seat Amber traced dirt mark on the outside of the back window with her right index finger. Not looking away from the spot she answered Sam's question,

"The thing that killed my parents came back for me," she said, "I was taking a bath when the lights started flickering and the radio was all static. I was about to leave the bathroom, but this…. guy…..appeared behind me dressed in a black trench coat," she sighed heavily, "luckily Dean was there with the gun."

"Dean, the gun is no going to kill it," Sam said, looking over at Dean again.

"Dude, I know," Dean grumbled, "but I had to do something to make it leave her alone," he said, glancing in the rearview mirror once to check on Amber before looking back at the road.

Hailey, Ben and the tour guide stood at the beginning of the path as the Impala parked. Out stepped Dean, Sam and Amber. Hailey and the tour guide were chatting as they stepped out of the car.

"You're rangers?" the man wearing hiking boots and pants asked, adjusting his pack on his shoulders.

"Yes, sir," Sam responded, walking up to the others.

"And you're hiking out in biker boots and jeans?" Hailey asked, looking Dean up and down.

"Sweetheart, I don't do short," was Dean's response, walking ahead of them, Amber and Sam following behind.

They hiked for what seemed like hours, but they still were not at the campsite. None of them spoke to one another; they just focused on making it up and down the sides of the mountains.

"So the three of you are rangers?" the man asked.

"Yep," Dean replied, aggravated by the man.

Dean was about to step forward, but was grabbed roughly by the collar of his jacket. Sam stepped forward,

"What are ya doin' Roy?" Dean asked as he was pulled back.

Roy placed a tree branch on the ground in front of him. Amber and Hailey jumped at the sound of the branch being snapped in half.

"A bear trap?" Dean asked, "unbelievable."

"Watch your step….ranger," Roy said, emphasizing the last part.

Dean pulled roughly out of his grasp before shooting him an angry look. Amber walked up beside Dean and Sam, their hands almost touching. Amber glanced back periodically to catch Roy sneering at her. When Roy finally walked ahead of the group, Hailey roughly grabbed Dean's left upper arm,

"You didn't pack any provisions, you are hiking out in biker boots and jeans, you're not rangers!" she said angrily, "So who the Hell are you?" she demanded.

Dean looked up at Sam and nodded for him to go ahead. Amber was not going to leave, but Sam grabbed her wrist and led her away from the two. They were walking towards a thick patch of trees when Sam asked,

"So, are you alright?"

"What?" she asked, looking up at him, pulling her hair back in a ponytail.

"From earlier?" he asked, biting his lip.

"Shaken," she answered honestly, then adding a little humor, she said, "but not stirred."

Sam cocked his head to the side for a moment, furrowing his eyebrows, then he laughed when he caught what she had just said.

"Took you long enough!" she laughed.

Sam walked ahead of her along the path. The minute Amber looked back to see where Dean and Sam was, she ran into something hard. The something hard was Sam, who had stopped just ahead of the trees,

"What?" she asked before stepping up beside him, "Oh my God!"

"Dean!" Sam called, not looking back, unable to tear his eyes away from the scene in front of them.