A/N: Thanks to everyone who commented. It's greatly appreciated. Here's the next chapter, regretfully not much happier...Enjoy!

Dean came up beside me and murmured,
"We have to go. We just got word we're needed in Louisiana, it's a week's trip, I'm sorry. Do you have all your stuff with you?"
I looked up at him for a moment; I had no clue what he was talking about, why would he care if I had all of my stuff with me? Of course I did, I never left anything in any of the disgusting motels we stayed in, because it is was too easy for some maid to steal my stuff and because of the fact that I never knew when I would have to leave quickly and have no time to run back and get my gear. Realization dawned on me as I remembered what my dad had said. He wanted me to go with Sam and Dean.

Normally I would have been fine with going off on my own, but this was different, I was a wreck and even though I am stubborn as hell doesn't mean I was going to go hunting while I was emotional and I knew I would be all around irrational.

"Yea," I said, "it's in the trunk of-" I was about to say "my dads car" but then it hit me, it wasn't his car anymore, he didn't have anything, he was dead.
I refused to cry. No way was I going to be the one who freaked out and was crying all the time, I had already cried once tonight and that fulfilled my quota for the year, I didn't want to go around freaking out Sam and Dean with my blubbering.

With that thought I began walking in the direction towards the street where the car was parked, I ended up loosing my footing on a hill and went tumbling down the muddy slopes and into a stream that sufficiently covered me in disgusting water. Well so much for my composure at that point, I burst into tears, sobbing like a six year old girl. To the normal person walking by, I would have looked like a maniac; it's embarrassing for me to even be telling you this now. However there were no passers-by due to the fact that it was well past midnight in a forest, no one in their right mind would be here; well except for hunters, but no one has ever said that anyone who chooses to risk their life daily to hunt for things that most of the population doesn't even believe in qualifies as sane.

So anyways, I'm in this stream, no one is saying anything although I know Sam and Dean were standing there, watching me. I looked up at them, tears still running down my face, looked back in the general direction of my father's body; and attempted to stand up, but ended up slipping in the mud once again.

I was only laying there for a few moments before two strong arms lifted me up and rested me against the body they were attached to, you see, if this was any other day I would have stood up and brushed myself off and pretended nothing had happened, but then again this wasn't every other day, my father had died and I was sure it was my fault. So instead of doing what I would have normally done, I leaned into the warm body and continued crying,

"Shh," Dean said cradling me, "shhh it'll be okay. Come on, you need some sleep, Sam how far to the closest motel?"

"About forty miles." Sam replied, I could hear him shifting his feet in the leaves.

I wanted to pull myself together, slide out of Dean's arms and act like myself; what I wanted, honestly, was my dad back, I wanted to be a little kid again and I wanted my mom to be alive.

All of these thoughts only made me cry harder and has a result of that Dean's arms tightened around me.

I spent the entire trip back in Dean's arms, thinking about what had happened tonight, I thought about time I had spent with Sam and Dean when I was younger, I was only 4 and they were like my family until I was 13. Their dad was a hunter so when my dad went out on hunts he used to leave me with the boys; Dean was used to responsibility, he had taken care of Sam pretty much all his life.

I heard the sound of shoes on dirt and leaves change to the sound of gravel; I lifted my head to see what was going on and saw a black Impala parked beside the car my dad and I had came in. Dean eased me onto my own feet and I looked around dazedly, I watched as the two men walked over to the car and grab my bags from the trunk; it was funny, but not funny ha-ha, I didn't remember giving them my keys. I preferred thinking about simple things like my keys instead of the darker problems that I knew I would eventually have to face.

I looked up to see Dean staring at me expectantly,

"I asked you if you're okay."

"Yes." I said but was unsatisfied by the wobble in my voice, I knew I looked terrible but I was happy that neither of the Winchester brothers had babied me, yet.

I got in the car that Dean was holding the door open to and tried to fight a fresh wave of tears, the whole crying at random intervals thing was really beginning to freak me out.
Sam slid into the passenger seat as Dean walked around the car, got into the driver's side and started the car.

I looked around the beautifully restored vintage car, and immediately recognized it as John, the boys' fathers' car.

"How long have you had John's car?" I asked the boys

"Since I turned 20." Dean answered

I nodded my head, but realized that they weren't looking at me so they obviously couldn't see it, "Ok."

I spent the rest of the drive staring out the window watching stationary things fly by as Dean drove at a ridiculous speed the entire way to the motel and I was so dazed that I didn't even realized when we pulled into the parking lot of a motel.

I continued staring off into space until Sam's voice brought me back to reality,

"Hey, Kaiden. We're here." It was interesting, Sam had never been the type to chat your ear off without need but at the same time he had been uncharacteristically quiet all night. I realized that I had been staring off into space again and slid out of the car.

I walked to the back of the car to grab my duffle bag but Dean had it already over his shoulder and refused to let me help with anything. Well that was until I grabbed the bag and pulled so hard that he had no choice but to either have his arm dislocated or let go of the bag. He turned around and gave me a surprised look which I responded to but raising my eyebrows and walking towards the room that Sam had just unlocked with the key he got from the front desk.

I stopped on the threshold of the room, peering in. It was a tiny little room with two queen beds. I knew this was going to be a problem, there were three of us and there was no way that Dean and Sam would share and bed.

I walked into the room and a wave of emotional and physical exhaustion hit me and I flopped face-first onto the bed. I didn't have the energy to care weather or not it was polite of me to take a bed when they had already gone out of their way to help me.

I heard Dean enter the room and close the door behind him and began talking in hushed tones to Sam.

I dragged myself off the mattress and stood in front of the two men and they immediately stopped talking and turned to face me,
"I'll take the couch. You guys can have the beds." I was used to sleeping in uncomfortable conditions and compared to where I'd been sleeping the past couple of weeks a smelly couch was a god send.

My mouth was set; Sam and Dean had known me long enough to know that when I was determined to do something, there was no stopping me. Like that moment for instance, I was set that they would sleep on the bed and I would sleep on the couch and most likely have springs digging into my back all night, but by god that's the way it was going to happen.

Anyways the guys didn't protest at all, which was strange; although Dean was never the gentlemanly time unless he was trying to seduce someone, which he had never tried on me since the only time I was around him was before I hit puberty and that would just be plain weird, Sam on the other hand was generally pretty considerate of others, I'd always liked him for that.

So I had a date with the stained couch. I had a quick shower to rid myself of the mud that I had accumulated on my skin and clothes, changed into some pjs and headed towards my bed for the night I was so tired that only a moment after I lay on the couch I was sound asleep.