DEAN'S POV

I see that scared look on Rachel's face, despite her attempts to hide it. She gets up without words, and runs back up into her room. Sam stands, but I stop him.

"I got this one." I say. He nods, and I chase after Rachel. She slams the door to her room, and I run down the hall and open it, to see her lying on the bed, crying and gasping for breath. I sit next to her, and she sits up and lunges at me, crying into my chest.

I wrap my arms around her and try to help her calm down. She starts shaking slightly, and I don't know what to do. So I just hug her and try to help the best I can.

"Shhh, it's okay Rach. I'm right here. Shh, you're safe, I swear. It's okay, Rachel, it's okay." I whisper. I rub my right hand on her back, and she seems to be okay with that. She keeps crying.

"Shh, it's alright. You don't have to be scared." I say. She cries harder, and grips the collar of my shirt tightly. I continue to rub her back, and she calms down soon.

For a few minutes, we just sit there. I still have my arms around her, while she just kinda sits there.

"Dean?" she says, breaking the silence.

"Hmm?" I say. She hugs me tighter.

"I'm sorry." she says. I smile slightly.

"Don't be sorry." I reply. She nods.

"Thanks, Dean." she says. I hug her tighter.

RACHEL'S POV

Dean walks back into the other room, and I tell him I'll be there in a minute. As I'm about to turn the corner and walk towards the guys, I hear Sam and Dean talking.

"I mean, you were this...No-Sharing-and-Caring kind of guy, and now you're acting like some kind of softie. She's changing you. You love her, man." Sam says.

"Well, yeah I love her! She's my sister! And you know what? I dont care. She's my sister and if i'm showing that I care, then good. Sam, the kid needs to know that someone cares. I intend to show her." he says.

I notice I'm crying now. Sam replies.

"I understand. I mean, we just met her, but I already love her."

"Now you're the one going soft, Sammy." Dean replies with a chuckle. I'm bawling. I walk out, and Sam and Dean look at me. Before they can say anything, I walk and hug them both.

"I finally have the family I always wanted." I say. They hug back, and I smile.

****

We go back to the school the next day, after I tell Sam and Dean about the math teacher. I go through the school day again, and the same thing happens in math. He eyes me every minute. I get through the class, and then go back up to go to Sam's class.

****

As I'm walking out of the school towards the Impala, I hear someone behind me. I spin around, and then there's all black.

DEAN'S POV

"Sam, she can't have just disappeared!" I say. Sam doesn't want to admit that the math demon took Rachel.

"I know, Dean. We have to find our sister, man." he says. I nod. Where could she be?

I run into the school with Sam, and see the other teachers all in the hallway getting ready to leave.

"We need to ask you guys some questions." I say. They scoff, so Sam and I take out our FBI badges. They nod.

"Where does Mr. Tylers live?" Sam asks.

"Up the road about a quarter of a mile. 352 Clover Road." one of them says.

RACHEL'S POV

I wake up strung up by my wrists. I start to struggle to get free. I see Mr. Tylers, the Math teacher, sitting in front of me.

"Don't even try. You will fail." he says, standing up. I notice my knife is next to him on the floor.

"You stay the hell away from me." I say. He ignores me and comes closer. He unbuttons the top button on my shirt, and I realize what is going on.

"SAM! DEAN! HELP!" I scream.

SAM'S POV

We pull up to the dark house and race inside with holy water, guns, and the knife. When we get inside I hear Rachel below us crying and shouting, "STOP!"

We run into the basement, and I see the demon taking advantage of my sister.

"HEY!" I shout to get his attention. He turns to me, and walks towards me. Dean stabs him from behind. We untie Rachel and she falls to the floor. She curls up into a ball on her side, her arms across her chest. She starts sobbing. I look at Dean, and then walk over to her.

"Shh, it's okay, he's gone. He won't hurt you again." I say.

"N-not again!" she shouts. I look at Dean, and then decide I'll ask her later what 'not again' means.

****

Rachel fell asleep in the backseat about 20 minutes ago, and we are on our way back to the bunker. She starts tossing and turning, and then she gasps and shoots into a sitting position, panting. I turn and look at her. She looks at me with tears in her eyes.

"Sorry, I-I'm sorry." She says.

"Don't apologize." Dean says. She nods.

****

We get to the bunker, and I carry Rachel inside. I put her in her bed, and she stays asleep.

RACHEL'S POV

"She's dead, Rachel. I killed her." he says.

"No! BASTARD!" I scream. He glares.

"Such anger. Young Skywalker." he replies. I go to punch him, and I end up pinned to the wall. He walks over to me, and unbuttons the top button on my shirt. And that's when he started to touch me. I scream.

I sit up and gasp. I see Sam standing next to the bed.

"What happened?" he asks, crossing the room and turning my light on. I notice I'm crying, when Dean enters the room.

"Hey, you okay? We heard you scream." he says. I sigh, and try to wipe some tears away, only to have them be replaced with new ones.

"Sorry, I-I had a nightmare." I say. Sam sits next to me, and puts an arm around my shoulders, so i lean into his side.

"What about?" he asks. I sigh.

"Okay, so remember when after I was untied I said, 'not again'? That's because that's happened to me before. By another demon." I say. Sam and Dean look shocked.

"Wh-" Sam starts but i cut him off. I'm not finished yet.

"When I was about 9 or 10, my mom was killed by a demon. He killed her, and then, he screamed at me. He told me she was dead. I couldn't believe it. She was actually gone. What was I supposed to do? Anyways, he pinned me to a wall, and…" I trail off.

"And what?" Dean asks.

"And he took my innocence." I finish, crying and remembering that terrible day. Sam and Dean get enraged.

"He what?" Sam says through clenched teeth, standing. I sigh, sobbing now. Dean hugs me, and I cry into his chest.

"It's okay, you're safe." Dean coos. I just keep crying. I get so scared just thinking about it. I know, I must seem weak, but I'm just saying.

"I'm sorry." I say, pulling away from Dean, but he doesn't let me, and hugs me tighter.

"Don't be sorry." he whispers.

"I just...I can't…" I start, but Dean shushes me.

"Don't say it if you don't want to." he says. I nod. I keep hugging Dean, and he rubs my back. I look between Sam and Dean.

"I'm really tired. But...um...can one of you stay with me?" I ask, sheepishly.

"I'll stay." Sam says. Dean nods. He kisses my forehead, and then gets up and walks back into his room. Sam lies down next to me in the bed, and I just cuddle up next to him. He wraps his arms around me, and I slowly fall asleep, feeling protected in his embrace.

****

I wake up the next morning in Sam's arms. Sam is still sleeping, so I kinda just sit there for a while. I cuddle closer to Sam, and he wakes up. He kisses the top of my head. He hugs me for a second, and then we get up. We walk downstairs, and get some breakfast. Then, I get a great idea when Dean comes downstairs.

"Do we have a case today?" I ask. They shake their heads.

"No, why?" Sam says. I smile.

"I have an idea." I say.

****

Sam, Dean and I reach the bowling alley. I smile, giddy. I absolutely LOVE bowling! I jump out of the car, and run towards the bowling alley, feeling like a little kid on Christmas. I run inside, and Sam and Dean come up behind me. We get some shoes and the bowling balls, and then I get fries, a brownie, and a soda. Sam gets a salad (HEALTH FREAK!), and Dean gets a bacon cheeseburger.

We get to the lanes, and start the game. I'm going last, after Sam, then Dean.

Sam bowls a spare, 3 then 7.

Dean bowls a 6. MAH TURN!

I get the ball, and put my three fingers where they are supposed to go. I bowl a strike, and turn to face Sam and Dean.

"And that's how it's done." I say arrogantly. They smile.