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Chapter 1

4 months later

"Hey Bobby, I'm going out with Martin, I'll be back later" I shouted through the house.

"No worries Stacy! See you when you get back!" Ever since Dean was sent to Hell I'd been living at Bobby's house. Sam left us behind only a day after we got there. He left a note, not even bothering to say goodbye in person. We hadn't spoken to him since, and it was making me worried. He obviously hadn't found a way to get Dean back yet, and I wondered if he is still looking.

Martin has been my boyfriend for a month as of today, so we're going out for dinner to celebrate. It had been difficult moving on at first. The first couple weeks after Dean's death, Bobby and I really struggled to make ends meet. I stopped hunting completely, not that I could ever do it without my brothers. Bobby still gets calls from other hunters, but those are few and far between.

I met Martin when I started working as a bartender at Williams, only about fifteen minutes from where I live with Bobby. Martin and I work a bunch of the same shifts, so it was easy to quickly become friends with him, and then it turned into something more.

This is what Bobby said we had to do. Move on. Make new friends. Get new jobs. Start living normal lives. But I know we will never escape our pasts. Bobby still keeps all the hunting supplies, and I still sleep with a knife under my pillow. But we're trying, and that's what matters.

A horn honked from outside. I grabbed my purse and started to head towards the door. As I opened it, I saw Martin sitting in his navy blue pickup truck surrounded by all the destroyed cars that Bobby keeps in his front yard.

I smiled as I stepped off the porch and onto the gravel. Martin opened the door and hopped out. As I approached him, his arms outstretched and I allowed him to give me a huge embrace. Still in his arms, I looked up so that my eyes met his and I leaned in for a kiss.

We made out for a minute before Martin pulled away and said "Stacy, we're going to be late for our reservation, we have to go."

Reluctantly, I pulled away and walked around to the passenger side door. I climbed in and turned the radio to my favourite alternative rock station. Martin smiled, he prefers country music, but he knows that I can't stand it. He lay his hand down on the center console as he started to pull off of Bobby's property, and I gratefully accepted it.

Martin knows that I used to have an older brother, but I told him that he passed away in a car accident. He also knows that I don't talk to my younger brother anymore, and that I live with my uncle Bobby.

"So how was your day?" Martin asked, making casual conversation.

"It was pretty relaxing, I watched a movie and caught up on some school work, how about you?" I replied. Since hunting would no longer be my profession, I figured that I should get an education. Bobby agreed since he wanted to see me get out of the house more often.

I had been interested in psychology in high school, but I never followed through. My marks in high school had not been horrible, but I had a lot going on at the time. Always moving around was starting to take its toll on me, and my grades reflected it. After high school I decided to take a gap year, to travel around with the family some more. I never really thought that post-secondary education was realistic.

Then Sam graduated, and moved away to university, completely against Dad's wishes. It was pretty horrible to witness. They fought constantly through those last couple weeks and then Dean and I were forbidden to contact him. How was I supposed to follow that? So I gave up on it.

But now I wish I wasn't in school. I wish I wasn't sitting in a truck with Martin, going to celebrate our one-month anniversary. It's not that I don't like him; I do. But I miss the old days with my brothers.

"My day was pretty uneventful too. I worked the day shift at the bar, nothing too crazy. I called my mom, she's feeling better after her appendicitis". I almost laughed. Appendicitis is about the most normal thing to happen to somebody. Unlike what happened to my family.

"That's great! I'm glad everything went well" I replied.

"Thanks," he said as we pulled into the restaurant parking lot. It was the first restaurant we went to together. It was a quaint looking Italian restaurant off the side of the highway. It never got too busy, and it had really great food for cheap prices.

"Hey Theresa, we have a reservation for 8:00" Martin said to the waitress whom Martin was friends with.

"Awesome! How's it goin' tonight Stace?" Theresa replied. Martin had introduced me to her when he found out that I was new in town and didn't know many people.

"Great, thanks!" I replied as we sat down at the booth.

For dinner Martin had the spaghetti and I had the alfredo. It was great, as always. After we paid we started back to the truck. Martin opened my door for me and then walked around to his side. He hopped in, started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot. All of a sudden, there was this extremely high pitched ringing sound. It was so bad that Martin had to pull over, as we covered our ears and waited for it to stop.

After about two minutes, it finally did. "What the hell was that?" Martin asked as he started the car again.

"I have no clue." I whispered.

By the time we pulled into Bobby's it was dark. The lights in the house were off, so I assumed Bobby had gone to sleep. We hopped out of the truck and started walking towards the house.

Martin wrapped his arms around me as we stepped onto the porch and started to kiss me. It was soft at first, but then it became something more heated, more passionate. He pushed me up against the wall and started to run his hands down my back.

"Wanna go inside?" I asked.

He nodded. We had done it before.

I walked in first, with Martin right behind me but the scene that was unfolding before us stopped me dead in my tracks.

Bobby had a gun aimed at a man. The man was holding a silver knife to his arm, about to cut himself.

The man turned around and looked straight at me. My jaw must have reached the ground as I stared in pure shock.

"Hey Stacy" he said.

Dean.