Tiny was never used to bars, or even the matter of being around people for too long to add to the matter. But in the end there was one thing for sure, she was all content with being besides the brothers. Hannibal was hidden contently in her bag. There he would nudge a glass or two at Dean and push a paper here and there, but he rather enjoyed to be upon Dean's Lap. Dean had simply huffed out at the puppy, brushing his callous hands over his thick fur as Hannibal's attentive eyes glazed over the crowd.

"So, Blackwater Ridge doesn't get a lot of traffic, local campers mostly, but still, this past April two hikers went missing out there. They were never found." Sam explained.

Tiny wasn't paying much mind to what he stated at the moment. At the moment the trio where in a bar, the smell of liquor was strong in the air, thick and the women who presented themselves where so surrounded the men, and the pool table was packed. It was too different for Tiny to obtain complete focus. Her body gradually shuffled around in her seat as she listened to the boys as they debated on what to do. "Any before that?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, in 1982, eight different people all vanished in the same year. Authorities said it was a grizzly attack. And again in 1959, and again before that in 1936 - every 23 years just like clockwork." Same explained. He then fumbled around his computer as Tiny got up behind the boys to look at what was on the screen. "Watch this." He began to say. "Here's the clincher. I downloaded that guy, Tommy's videos to the laptop. Check this out." he stated as he immediately began to press the arrow key to pass frames in the video.

"Do it again." Dean ordered to which Sam obliged. "That's three frames, it's a fraction of a second. Whatever that thing is, it can move." Sam stated as he observed it. Dean lightly slapped his shoulder. "I told you something weird was going on." The eldest stated. "Yeah. I got one more thing," Sam began to say as he looked to Tiny who had sat down again, listening intently for once. "In '59 one camper survived the supposed grizzly attack. Just a kid- barely crawled out of the woods alive." He finished.

"Is there a name?"

Tiny was always a woman to resolve her mind in thought, considering most of the time her thoughts seemed to be more focused on amazing things that what her perceived reality was completely full of so it seemed nice to image a world of wondrous, well, whimsicality. Closing her eyes ever slowly, the young woman who laid dormant within the back of the car looked out towards the road, eyes glazing over the scenery that was bound before her eyes as she seemed to remember so much and yet so little.

It was like a dream, to really thing that she was going back to all of this. And though she said she's never really done a hunt, she was never the one too willingly kill a life. Those honey eyes would turn away from that unfortunate soul as the gun aimed at them as those streams of gray tears fell from her face as the sound of shattering flesh came around them, engulfing it as well as the finishing thud or scream resounded. Hunting was not something someone would face alone, nor was it something that people wanted and she knew that. She feared the thought that she had happily excepted this life style, this cruel, forever lasting decision; but deep down there was a reason for all of this delirium that was the reality of the world.

"You're a little quiet back there, have been all day. What up?"

His voice infiltrated her thoughts, as the young female turned to the eldest brother who glanced at her through the rear view mirror. She tilted her head for a moment, blinked ever slowly as she had then turned to the outside world. "Well, I guess you can say I'm in deep thought, observing how a proper hunt goes along." she stated softly, her mind remained drifted away for a moment longer as her focus was lost gradually and reformed again. "And the fact I really don't know what to do is also there. If you noticed I'm a bit, well, awkward."

"You're kidding me, right? For someone who hasn't been around people in a long time, they rather like to talk to you than to us." Sam responded to her comment slightly. "I mean honestly I see no reason to help this girl, but you manged to talk you're way through with ease." He added in turn. "Don't worry, we'll eventually make you into a social butterfly." Dean added.

She giggled lightly at that, her voice soft and light. "A butterfly... I love butterflies." She mumbled ever so as her mind seemed to wonder again. "But I'm a rather isolated butterfly though, and they don't change their instincts quite easily. If I was a butterfly though, I want to violet, and blue, and red, and all the shades of a tranzite! Now that would be lovely, and better yet a butterfly from Alice and Wonderland! Oh, that would be glorious! So large and beautiful with those tuffs of fur wrapped around their neck ever so tenderly. And " She stated with a small smile, which softly faded as she took in mind how strange it was to be discussing about butterflies in such a manner. She had yawned at the end of it however, a soft little sound as it was as she shook her head ever so lightly to wipe the tire away.

"Oh how poetic, not strange one bit." Dean told her as he smiled softly. He knew well she was tired, after all it was evident that being a hunter meant crazy hours and as she was on her own regiment it wasn't taken the same. He had listened to her go on, he couldn't help smile at the childlike glee that came out at the sudden thought of a butterfly.

Sam had raised a brow at her words, her soft laughter had come along with it as he couldn't help but let hips mouth curve upwards beneath his mind whirling with thoughts. She just seemed so Innocent, so lost in such a case. As that thought came up, he wondered further how she could be a hunter, none the less a good one if she was so young, so childish, so loving and caring, so imaginative.

She huffed ever so softly. "Says the White Rabbit now does he?" She softly mumbled. Sam couldn't help but chuckle lightly at that. Dean in turn smiled and shook his head slightly. " Oh really now?" She nodded in turn lightly. " Of course, even the March Hare seems to be taking his part in manner well. I would say it needs to switch up a bit more, doesn't it?"

At that Sam shook his head lightly. A smile emerged on his face ever so as he inquired ever softly, "Dean told me you where a writer." Tiny gave a small little nod in return." Yes I am." she responded back ever so carefully. "Do you like writing children's novels then?" he asked again. She shook her head quickly at that.

"No, I like stories with morality." She stated ever so sweetly with a soft look in her eyes. "Life is rather cruel and yet it has it's ups and down. It's why you can take so much from it." she added ever so. "I write poetry and stories, and there usually the first things that come to mind." Realizing that silence was the only thing that followed, a soft blush crossed ever over her cheeks, a bashful look spread over her as she looked towards the side. "I'm sorry if I'm boring you." She added rather simply.

"Not at all, just..."

Sam began to say ever so. "what about these books?" dean interjected in turn towards the missing space. She smiled softly at that, her head turning away from the window as she looked down slightly in their direction before her. "Well..."

Dean was certainly now a man to be doing things as boring as reading a damn book, but the story she stated behind the books seemed rather thrilling, seemed amazing and adventurous and overall was such a complex mentality that he couldn't understand it all. Of course there was the matter of how she explaiend it, so boring, and so dead, but as she caught her pace up with words it seemed to be wonder of it's own. It sounded like these stories where about the horrors of regular life, or a cruel world where there was no monsters, making it seem like a world like that was so much harder than a world like theirs. It was impossible, right? But that thought remained there, and the thought of the case at hand also highlighted there as well. Sam saw a mind so swiftly made and amazing that he couldn't help but ask their names, ever so intrigued as his worry and disdain before was lingered short by the revelation of the stories.

It was just a moment of peace in that car ride, one of a soft smile, of no worries, and that solemn smile that laid upon her face. Of course the case still lingered on their minds, as it was usually hard to forget, none the less in the middle of a case. Of course however there was one important factor from this all. It was much more at ease within the Impala. Sam seemed calmer, Dean could breath easier, and Tiny wasn't as uncomfortable as before. Of course she was still a matter of questions, but now it seemed much more relaxed, as the tension between all four was ease. It didn't seem as hard to work with her anymore and as a result they could tell eventually it would help in the long run. For it was always a good idea to be in touch with the other members within the party.

Hannibal looked up, towards the towering creatures as he softly yipped up towards them in joys. He was born remembering only a world of isolation, which his master had so hard fought to maintain of opened fields. He knew for a long time it would never come, but now it was here. And now she smiled in the open where there was no cruel bigger creatures around to judge, and where two males where her companions. His deep dark eyes saw their harmless intentions and so he yipped, he yipped in joy, in freedom.

Author's Note

This for whatever reason had strung too far off from the actual episode. Of course this only causes problems from how far behind I am, but hopefully it's not too bad. My attempts are strong and I hope for those of you who are reading it's okay. This one was just off and I didn't take as much time with it (that includes proof reading it). If you've noticed I have a new cover image, well I might change it back. You see, when I first began this story I already started with a cover on my phone. I was so ready for this one, and I've never drawn guys before and because they looked more or less descent (well really just the faces) I decided why not. But within the time I lost my pen, and I stopped working on it. However I was fully determined to get it done so I did, however I never finished coloring it but it looks decent enough, especially for something with only my fingers. I hope you enjoy it.

Please tell me if this could use so work on either degree. Please, also leave a comment, it would help this story quite a bit and my apologies for any errors and the slowness of these updates.

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