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Groggily I slowly woke up on the motel bed. I could hear people talking but couldn't quite make out what they were saying. They cut off abruptly by the voice that had knocked me out saying, "She is awake."

I practically flew off the bed and stood as far away as I could from them, which, unfortunately, put me even farther away from the door. I looked at the three men and my head started to swim slightly. I gasped out in a shaky voice, "I thought you said you were the good guys."

"We are," Sam confirmed.

I peeked around the tiny room and the only ways out of the room were the door – which they were blocking – and air vent above my head – too short for that – and the bathroom. I inched towards it slowly and when Dean realized where I was heading he spoke quietly, "The window is too small."

I stilled and watched them. I chewed on my lip and really wished my parents hadn't been joking when they said my front teeth were really a tracking device. I scratched my head before rasping, "Alright, if-if you aren't going to hurt me…then why are you blocking the exit?"

"So you don't run," he replied.

"Oh…yeah…that makes, um, perfect sense," I nodded slowly.

The silence was deafening, but quickly cut short by Can't Be Touched by Roy Jones Jr. playing. I stared at them and realized where the sound was coming from – my pocket. Rob had programmed the song weeks ago and said it was obviously his theme song. I fumbled with my pocket and pulled it out. Without hesitation I flipped it open. Dean started towards me, but I jumped up onto my bed.

"Rob?" I panted. "Rob," I repeated. "Listen, I've been kidnapped, go to the—"

Sam grabbed my arm and started talking, but I landed a kick in his gut. I barely wiggled out of Dean's grasp and landed on the other bed. I pressed the phone back to my ear and cut him off by saying, "Shut up for one second! Three guys, motel, kidnap, no joke, their car…um, um…"

I was rattling off a description of the car when Dean ripped the phone from my hand and hung up. I growled, but stopped when I saw his face. He pocketed my phone and commanded, "Sit."

I squeaked slightly, bounced down, and he gave me a glare before going over to Sam. "You alright, Sammy?" he questioned.

"Fine."

Dean turned back to me and demanded, "Do not do that again."

"How could I? You took my phone, smart one," I snapped, my true attitude shining through my calm façade.

He continued to glare at me and I looked up at him unimpressed. He had scared me, but I was use to bigger and scarier people – he wasn't new. I crossed my arms across my stomach and kept my eyes on his, I wasn't giving up first.

"You don't scare me," I informed him.

"Really? So when you made that girly little squeak…that was just for the hell of it?"

Damn him and his ability to notice things.

"Yeah, well, you do have a gun. I wouldn't put it past you to shoot me."

"I don't just shoot people, alright? I haven't killed anyone before."

"You're lying. And I'm not just going to sit here and wait for you to kill me."

I stood up from the bed and started for the door, but there was still one more person standing in my way. I glowered at him and Dean spoke up, "Let her go, if she wants to die, at least we tried."

"We need her," the man in front of me frowned.

"No, we don't. We'll find another way for whatever you want to do. She isn't worth it," Dean snapped.

"Hey! I'm standing right here!" I exclaimed, whirling around to face him.

"We're trying to help you, and you're acting like a bitch."

I didn't exactly have control of myself when I started to talk," Did you just call me a bitch?"

There was uncertainty in his eyes, but it was masked by anger and arrogance, "Acting like one, but yeah."

My jaw ticked and I swallowed all of the violent threats that were trying to bubble out, yet, one still slipped out, "I just hope you sleep with one eye open."

I moved back to the motel bed and stared down at the floor. He shuffled over to Nameless Man and Sam looked over at me. I ignored him and he followed Dean over Nameless Man. About ten minutes later, Sam turned back to me. He pulled out a chair and sidled it up next to me. He ducked down so his eyes met mine and he asked gently, "How old are you?"

I tried to think if there was any use in lying, and finally shrugged, "Seventeen."

"And the person you called, who was that?"

I relaxed slightly; he was a very calming person, unlike Dean. I directed my eyes to my nails as I spoke, "Rob is my brother; he's visiting from college this week. I really want to go home; I haven't seen him in months."

He nodded slowly and explained, "I understand, but our friend said you're in trouble, so you need to stay with us until we're sure you're safe."

I pursed my lips before asking, "So, you and Dean…are brothers?"

He confirmed that with a nod. I barked out a short laugh and stumbled over myself as I managed out, "How? He's so…and you're…"

"I know we're different, but…"

He just shrugged. I moved on to the next subject, "What's the other guy's name?"

"Castiel."

"Castiel?" I repeated.

He nodded yes, and I mumbled, "That's a…oddly interesting name."

He shrugged once more and then it was quiet except for the Dynamic Duos whispering in the corner. I flicked my eyes back to my nails, and then back to Sam, "My brother will find us."

He was confused, I could tell. He must have thought that little conversation meant something to me. "He'll find us, he knows where all the motels are in this town…and now he knows what your car looks like. And if you call him, I'm not going to tell him no to find me, because frankly, you guys could still be some crazy killers."

He sighed and stood up from chair; he walked over to the group and interjected himself into it. I watched them before discreetly moving to the window. My stomach fluttered excitedly when I saw the nauseatingly neon orange car my brother owned. It pulled into the parking lot and I quickly pulled up the blind and banged on the window. He looked over and I waved at him eagerly before the blinds dropped back down and Dean pushed his hand over my mouth.

I let out a frustrated grunt and when the knocking started on the door, I squirmed uselessly in his arms. I couldn't think of anything else – and as gross as it was – I licked his hand. He jerked back slightly and gave me enough time to shout out, "Rob!"

Then the door was being pounded on. Sam glanced over at Dean who slowly let me go and went to the door. He pushed Sam out of the way and opened the door slightly. Rob pushed his way inside, causing Dean to have to stumble back, and when his eyes landed on me he was at my side in an instant, asking me if I was alright.

"Of course I am, just…they…well, I was at this…" I sighed and took a deep breath. "I went for a walk this morning and this black van pulled up and two guys pulled me into it. I woke up in the dark place where I was chained to the wall. Then these two," I pointed out Sam and Dean. "Rescued me, but then they took me here and won't let me leave. They keep saying that they'll let me go once they know I'm safe."

Rob thought it over before questioning, "Why isn't she safe?"

I punched Rob's arm and hissed, "Don't talk this out! Get me out of here!"

"Shut up," he ordered, turning back to the three.

"This is going to sound crazy," Sam started.

"Always a great way to start a story," I grumbled, earning me a look from several people in the room.

"But we don't have time for you to freak out; we hunt ghosts, vampires, monsters, the things that go bump in the night. Demons are after you sister, and so are angels. This guy," Dean jabbed a finger at Castiel. "Is an angel, and he said we have to protect her," he pointed at me. "Until he knows she's safe."

"See! They are crazy!" I exclaimed.

"That sounds pretty insane to me," Rob agreed.

"Why would we make something up like that? It's not like she's been a joy to be around so far," this from Sam.

"You're crazy!" I shouted, adding in a small whisper of, "I'm not that bad."

"Do you not believe in angels?" Castiel butted in.

"What's that…oh, that's right, you're an 'angel.'"

He looked to Sam and Dean while saying, "You see, all you had to do was explain it to her, like I told you to."

"Cas, she was being sarcastic," Sam sighed dejectedly.

I looked up at Rob and whispered, "I'd watch that one more closely…he's got extra bolts loose."

Rob shook his head and said, "It's no time to joke around."

"Why didn't you bring anyone with you?"

"They're at the other motels, give me a little credit."

"Sorry…so, they'll be here soon, then?"

"Maybe, if I don't call they'll keep looking."

I rolled my eyes and turned back to the Crazy Crew, Wait, did you say demons are look for me?"

Sam nodded and I continued, "Like Tech N9ne Demons?"

"Uh…" Sam looked to Dean who shrugged. "I'm not sure what that is."

"Guess not then…do you mean like…Devil's minions and stuff?"

"Sort of, yeah," he nodded.

"I told you, I told you, I told you, and I told you!" I exclaimed, patting Rob's arm.

"Shut up, this isn't a time to be funny."

"Nu uh, I told you!"

"Shush."

"I told you!"

"Syd," he warned.

"Fine, but I'm just saying, I told you that I was important to the devil! Booyah!" I grinned.

"No, you said you're the daughter, complete difference."

I sighed and grumbled, "Whatever, close enough."

"This isn't something you should be happy about, this is really bad, actually," Dean revealed.

"Yeah, whatever, crazy," I waved him off. Everyone was silent before I let out an 'Oh!' and turned to Rob. "He has a gun!"

"I know."

"You know?"

"I can see it under his coat," Rob informed me.

I studied his coat and didn't see anything. Just to humor him though, I nodded, "Mhm."

"They are closing in," Castiel spoke suddenly.

There was a knock at the door then, and Dean pulled out his gun. I squeaked and dropped to the ground. He went to the door and called, "Who is it?"

"Housekeeping!"

"We don't need anything."

"I have fresh towels."

"We don't need anything, thank you."

"Alright."

There was silence and then the door reverberated from someone throwing themselves at the door. Dean opened the door and the person flew into the room. Sam threw a bag over the person's head, and then pulled the drawstrings. I crawled behind Rob.

"Rob," I tapped his leg.

"Yeah?"

"I think they practice dark magic, or something," I whispered.

"What?"

"The symbols on the bag they put on the guy's head, it looks like dark magic symbols," I answered.

"How do…?"

"I read."

"Right," he nodded and then looked back at the four.

Sam was tying the guy to a chair over a red circle of spray paint. I resisted the urge to tell them they'd probably get in trouble for spray painting the floor, and then when he was satisfied that the man was tied, he backed up. I stood up, still behind my brother, and asked, "Who is that?"

"Demon," Dean replied.

"Right, course, uh huh, perfect sense," I nodded.

Dean heaved a sigh and looked over at Castiel, "You think you can knock her out again? I'm getting tired of her constant nagging."

"I only did it the one time to get her in here, Dean, and I don't think I could restrain the other one."

Rob sighed and I said, "Can we leave?"

"No," Sam and Dean said at the same time.

I frowned but didn't say anything. Rob looked at me from over his shoulder and then sat down on the motel bed. He rolled his shoulders and I said, "Well by all means, don't worry about anything. It's not like we're being held captive or anything."

"I'm not, but you are. I figure…ten, fifteen minutes, we'll be outta here," Rob said confidently.

"What?"

He rolled his eyes as if it were simple to understand and said, "I've got three other guys looking for you, when I haven't called, they're going to look here, and then we'll be out of here."

"But what if they kill us before then?"

"Well the tall one doesn't look like he has the guts…the short one…well I'm still watching him, and the other one already said he didn't think he could restrain me, so…" he shrugged.

"The tall one is the scary one, you nit wit!" I cried.

He rolled his eyes once again and said, "He isn't scary, none of them are, what's scary is the gun. And I can only stop a bullet once, alright? So calm down, I've got this under control."

"Under control my ass," I mumbled.

Dean and Sam shared a look and then turned to the man tied to the chair. Dean stepped in front of him and asked, "Why do the demons want her?"

"I'm not saying," he said in a sing song voice.

"Tell me or Sam here will send you back to Hell," Dean barked.

"Regardless, you're going to send me back to Hell, so…might as well stay on the boss's good side," he shrugged, grinning madly.

"We'll let you go if you tell us," Dean bargained.

"No you won't."

"Alright, we won't kill you if tell us why you want her."

"You can't kill me."

"The hell we can't," he laughed.

"I don't think this is funny anymore, Rob," I whispered while he continued to interrogate him.

"I'm not getting in the middle of it, right now; you're my responsibility, not him."

"Rob," I pressed.

"Syd, I'm serious, I can't help him, and until I see any threat, other than him yelling questions…there isn't any reason to be scared," he said, and sat up straighter on the bed.

"Fine, Sam, do it," Dean said.

Sam started to say words in a different language and I said, "Rob! What if they're cursing him or something!"

"I…I don't…"

The man let out a scream and then black smoke poured from his mouth and down to the ground. It disappeared and the man sagged. Sam touched his fingers to the guy's neck and shook his head. "You killed him!" I accused.

"Syd, I don't think…they…Sydney, sit down, they…they could do that to you too," Rob said, alarmed, as he stood up.

"Only if she has a demon in her," Dean huffed.

"I still don't get the whole demon thing," I said, popping up behind Rob's shoulder.

"Should we…" Sam trailed.

"I guess…it looks like it's the only way she's going to believe us," Dean nodded.

Sam grabbed something from the table and threw it on the bed next to us. Rob grabbed it before I could and opened it. I peeked at it from behind him and saw the weird symbols, weird names, and weird handwriting. I snatched the book from his hand and read the page headed 'Wendigo'. I crinkled my nose at the creature's description.

I handed the book back to him and said, "This is weird…"

"I know it sounds weird—"

"No, shut up," I cut Sam off, "This is weird because…I've…I've like…I've dreamt about this before."

"This moment?" Rob asked.

"No, the book," I nodded at it.

"Oh…"

"You dreamt about our dad's journal?" Dean asked.

"Well…yeah, I guess."

"Is that why the demons want her? She's a psychic?" Dean asked.

"I've been told she is something greater than that," Castiel said.

"Um…so, let's say this is real, which I'm not saying it is, but… Let's say it is, I'm important to whom? And why? And how come?"

"I do not have the answer at the moment," Castiel said.

"Riiiight, hey, Rob, do me a favor?"

"What?"

"Call someone and get us out of here, please."

Rob pulled out his phone and then said, "Before I do call someone…let me ask you something."

"Okay," Sam said slowly.

"Do you have siblings?"

"Dean is my older brother," Sam nodded.

Rob looked at Dean and said, "Then you understand the circumstance I'm in, if you are telling the truth and I take her away and she gets hurt, it's my fault. If I don't and you guys are crazy…it's my fault. Either way, I lose, so…can you honestly look me in the eye and tell me that you are sane and know what you're talking about?"

"I'm being completely honest with you," Dean said, if I hadn't known better, I would have believed him.

Rob nodded and put his phone back in his pocket. "Alright, but the first second I think you're lying, I'm calling."

"Understood," he nodded.

"I veto that motion," I said from behind him.

"You don't get to," Rob said.

"But—"

"Syd," he pressed.

"Fine, but if you're wrong, and I die, I'm haunting your ass."

"So you believe in ghosts?" Sam asked.

"Of course not, just…I'd find a way back just because," I shrugged, and then added, "He believes in ghosts though."

"Sort of," Rob said.

"Sort of," I rolled my eyes.

"So, introductions?" Rob suggested.

"Sure, why not? I'm Sam," Sam grinned at the group.

"Dean," Dean nodded curtly, going back to flipping through his phone.

"I am Castiel."

"Right, well, I'm Sydney, this is Rob, anybody know what the 'demon's' name is?" I questioned, staring at the man still tied up to the chair.

"Doesn't matter," Dean remarked.

"Oookay…" I chuckled nervously. "So, we playing coroner with this guy, or do we just dump his body in a dumpster?"

That earned me a few glares. I huffed and hopped onto the bed, convinced that being in a room full of crazy, denial-ridden men, was not going to be fun.