She now stood at the door of Dean's room. And watched the machines, no one paid her any attention, she was just another guest, someone who had come to see someone who was sick, dying or dead.

She closed her eyes for just a instant, and it all came back to her in a flash. Sean's burial, where friend's she had not seen in a very long time had gathered for the needs of one.

Another one.

Another one dead, their numbers so few and yet here was another casualty that they could lie at the demon's feet. He had been young but corrupted as they had all been, in their cribs, in the dark of night, on the stroke of 8pm and on their 6 month birthday.

Something had changed in them that fateful night, there had been other casualties, their parents hung out to dry, blood covered the walls, something so awful that the police and ambulance people feared to tread in the rooms because of the gore, and the stench.

Blue eyes watched the fires lick at the body. Sean. That was what his name had been, the name they would all remember. The flames became a blur for all, as their eyes watered at the pain and loss, but even more at the fury growing in side of them.

Feeling a hand at her back she turned to her brother. "You must go" he told her. She didn't want to, but knew she did. Like all Watchers, she had been assigned John Winchester, the word assigned being loosely used.

She let her mind go back to how all this had begun….

Being corrupted as a child by the Demon, who tried to take them in, convince them to be a part of his army, ordering them to kill the innocent, take more children under their wing, there was more blood on their hands that would last 10000 lifetimes.

She still couldn't believe how she had broken free, the straw that had broken that camel's back, and here she was. Killing and watching over Hunters assigned to her by will, but all for a good cause.

Before it had been for the wrong cause. They had finally been able to sleep at night, having chosen the right side to be on. She looked up at the sky, and saw the stars flicker, she sighed and took the guns offered to her and put them both tucked into her jeans at the small of her back. Her trusty friends who never let her down.

……. "excuse me?" a male voice brought her out of her reverie, she opened her eyes to meet Sam Winchester, on his way into his brother's room. "do we know you or do you know my brother?"

"I knew your dad" she replied automatically. Wait!! A inner voice screamed. Sam wouldn't know that, sam wouldn't know of his father's sacrifice.

Sam shook his head. Did he hear correctly? "you knew my father?, a long time ago or -?" she smiled.

"Dean will be fine, he'll wake up soon" that short sentence made Sam look at his brother, by the time he turned back, she was walking down the hall, away from him, he would of followed her but the coughing sounds of his brother coming out of his coma took his full attention and had him racing into the room.

Eve lowered her eyes to disguise the tears from the strangers walking past her.

John Winchester was dead, having sacrificed himself for his eldest son. A son she knew well, or thought she did.

And, she would set him free.

But she didn't know who was be the freer, herself or John.

She had an appointment with Hell – and one that no one would keep her from, not even the hunter that was hunting her, on some misconception, that she was what she hunted.

Only time would tell.