I showed Dean to the spare room and smiled at him as I opened the door. I was grateful that he'd let me go along with he and Sam, regardless of how hesitantly it may have been. I smiled at him and nodded into the room. "Make yourself at home. And, we have three bathrooms, so feel free to shower whenever you want..." I told Dean, trying as hard as I could to smile.

Dean smiled at me. "Thanks, Page. Night, guys," he said, and nodded his head, dropping his bag onto the floor, and watching as I closed the door. I could tell that he wasn't thrilled about me going with them, to wherever it was we were going, but, I didn't care. I wanted to find out where this thing that killed my family was, and I wanted to rip it's...whatever was inside of it...out.

I glanced at Sam and smiled. "Sam...thank you for talking your brother into letting me go with you guys..." I said to him, glancing at the room across from mine, Dylan's room, and then at my room. I wasn't sure how well this would go over, since Sam was...really sweet, and this wasn't his style at all, but...I went for it anyway. "Sam...I...don't want to be alone tonight. Can...you come into my room and sleep?" I asked as I opened the door. "Or...down into my mom and dad's room? They have a nice...bed..." I sniffled and bit my lower lip. The more I spoke, the more real it became to me. My parents. And my brother. Were gone. And they weren't coming back. I tried not to cry, so it didn't seem like I was guilting Sam into staying in the same bed as me. But...I couldn't help it. I was...a wreck on the inside.

And Sam, being Sam, was there to pick up the pieces, as always. "Don't worry about it, Page, okay? I'm...I'm here for you, okay?" he wrapped his arms around me and nodded to the stairs. "Let's go. I'll stay in your parents' room with you, of course. And I totally get why you don't want to be alone..."

I led him downstairs, and opened the door to my parents' room. Once through the door, I felt my heart, suddenly...empty? It was like...I had gone from being sad, but still feeling that my life was substantial, to having nothing. I walked over to my mom's bedside table and glanced at everything. A portrait of her and my dad, that I had taken on our family vacation to Niagara Falls last year, with Dylan in the background, flirting with a random girl he'd met. I frowned, and I realized all too quickly that I was crying. I took a seat on my parents' bed, and wiped my eyes, trying to keep it together, but I felt Sam's hand on my shoulder, and glanced over at him. "So...do we even know where we're looking?"

Sam bit his lip and stood up, walking toward where he'd set his bags on the floor. "N—no. We don't even know where our dad is, either. But...he keeps sending us coordinates of places to go to help people out and...we kinda just go with it..." he told me. And honestly, this didn't sound like Sam. Following his father blindly like this? But I figure losing Jessica must have done something to him, just like losing my family...it was doing something to me. I needed to be with people who I knew genuinely cared about me, not people who were just...sympathizing with my situation. Sam, at least, I knew that he cared about me. I didn't know Dean well enough yet. "It's dangerous, Page. It's not to late to ch--"

I shook my head, cutting him off mid-sentence. "I can't change my mind, Sam. I can't. I've just lost everything. The one thing I have left is running around the country with his brother, and I don't care how long it takes, Sam. I'm going to get whatever did this to our families. I...swear I will..." I whispered to the picture in my hand, looking at the bedside table again, and smiling a bit when I saw my mother's engagement ring on the table. She couldn't wear it to bed, in fear of losing it, but...I took it from the table and walked over to her jewelry box. I'd bought her a locket with a photo of Dylan and I in it for her birthday the previous year, and I took that out, putting the ring on the chain and clasped it around my neck. I had a piece of my mother and brother now...but not my father. I walked over to my father's bureau and got into the top drawer, grabbing his good luck charm. A penny that he'd bought, with a four leaf clover punched into the middle. I unclasped the necklace and put the clover penny on it, then reached back around to clasp it. Only, this time, I couldn't quite hook them around. It was like the stupid thing had switched directions without telling me. And it was pissing me off.

I was about to holler and throw it to the floor, but I felt Sam's hands on mine, taking the necklace and clasping it together, behind me. I turned around and looked into his eyes. "You, Sam, are the only person in my life, who has always been there when I needed you. I adore you, you know that?" I asked, smiling as I slid a piece of hair from his face. "I don't know where I'd be without—what's wrong?" I asked, glancing at him.

His face had gone from smiling to looking like someone had just taken his happy and thrown it off a mile high cliff. "Um, I, just...started wondering...how many people are going to have to..." he stopped himself, backed up and sat at the foot of the bed. "I mean...my mom, Jess...your family...it's...too many..."

I swallowed hard and nodded in agreement. "I...know what you mean," I said simply, wiping my eyes and sitting beside him, then put my arm around his shoulders, though I had to lean up slightly to do so. "That's why I need to come with you. Both for that and closure..." I lay my head against his shoulder, then nodded toward the headboard of the bed. "Let's try and get some sleep, Sammy. We have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow..." I sighed a little, and turned my head to look up at him.

He nodded, and we scooted back on the bed, making our way beneath the blanket. I curled my body into him, covering us over and nuzzled a bit closer to him. Something about being close to Sam...made me worry a lot less. Made me feel a lot safer, and a lot less...alone. I felt protected. And that was why I didn't think twice about following Sam and Dean into the unknown. I knew Sam would keep me safe, wouldn't let any of the things we were facing hurt me. I stared at the ceiling, part of me wondering what I had thrown myself into, but the rest of me not caring. I was laying next to the only person I had left in this world who truly mattered to me. And there was no way I was going to lose him, too. I don't think I could survive if I lost Sam.

I leaned up and pressed an innocent kiss to Sam's cheek, flashing a semi-genuine smile. Sam glanced at me, a grin on his face as he pulled me closer to him. "What was that for?" he asked softly.

I shrugged a shoulder and smoothed his hair back again. "Just because..." I told him gently. And that? Was all I was going to say.