Chapter 5-

"So... you guys kill... spirits?" Samantha whispered, as she leaned over the diner table.

"Yeah. We kill spirits, demons, monsters. If it's evil, we kill it." Dean replied. Her brown eyes met his green ones.

"And... this thing... that... it happened to you too?" She asked on the verge of tears. Dean continued to look at her.

"Yeah. But not just us. We've met more people that this thing has come after." Sam cut in.

"So... it's after me? Why?"

"It might not have been after you. You said your brother was six months old, right?" Dean asked. She nodded. "Well Sam here... he was six months old too. And all the others that we've met. Your brother's the first that..."

"Didn't make it..." She added softly. The table went silent for a moment. "And you... You have visions?" She looked at Sam.

"Well... yeah." He nodded.

"Wow... But if it was after my brother... does that mean I'm safe?" Her voice had hints of hopefulness.

"We're not sure." Dean answered. "You see, the demon kept the others alive. He needs them for... something. We don't know what. But you lived. Not your brother. You."

"So, what are you telling me?" This may have been to much to handle. Dean had warned her, but she insisted that they told her everything. She thought maybe they would tell her it was a random coincidence. Or maybe that they had the same electric company. One that they may have been planning on suing. What she was hearing, was definitely not expected.

"We're not sure." Dean wished he hadn't needed to use that phrase again.

"Dean, can I talk to you for a minute?" Sam looked at his brother.

"Okay..." They got up from the table. And with a glance at Samantha, Dean followed his brother back towards the men's room.

"How old is she?" Sam asked quickly.

"I don't know. Why?"

"Because, we won't know for sure if the demon wants her until she's 22. When the visions or telepathy or whatever starts."

"So, you actually think the demon may be after her?"

"I don't know, but I don't want to take a chance."

"Well what do you want to do about it. I don't see many options."

"Bring her with us."

"What?"

"Bring her with us."

"Are you crazy? It's dangerous out there." Dean glared at his brother.

"Well yeah. But she seems like a girl that can handle it. And it would be safer to have her with us. Especially since we have no idea what the demon wants with her."

"I don't know Sam..."

"Dean. Think about it."

"I am thinking about it. I'm thinking she could get hurt."

"Yeah but at least we can be there to protect her." Sam reasoned.

"Fine! But if it gets dangerous, we're coming back here and leaving her."

"Deal." The two brothers walked back over to the table to find Samantha staring out of the window, tears silently rolling down her cheeks. They sat back down. Finally aware of their presence, she quickly sniffled and wiped her face.

"So..." she asked, her voice choked off from the crying.

"Pack your bags." Sam told her.

"What?"

"You're coming with us." Dean said reluctantly.

"Wait. Why?"

"Well, we're not sure what the demon wants with you. The circumstances of the attack on your family was different from all the others. We want you to be with us until we're sure of what's going on." Sam looked at her pleading for her to agree.

"But if it gets too dangerous, we're coming back here and going back on the road without you." Dean added.

"O... Okay..." She hadn't thought about it, but the idea of going with them on the road excited her. She had always believed in supernatural things, just not to the extent that she thought they'd affect her life. Getting to follow two guys that hunted this stuff everyday was unbelievable to her. And the guys were gorgeous, which was always a plus.

Author's note- Okay now I can really get the story started. YAY!! I need reviews though... and a title.