An hour later, Anna was in Portland. She would've gotten there sooner if she wasn't stopped by the police for speed-driving... idiots. Anna drove to the only motel in Portland which was: Portland Motel. She knew that' s where they stayed because the Impala was parked there.

"Hey, I'm looking for my cousins - one's tall with shaggy hair and the other one's short with spiky hair - they both have brown hair and brown eyes..." she asked at the reception.

"You mean Tom and Kyle Marsh?" Anna nodded, hoping that her instincts weren't going to let her down.

"Room 16."

"Thanks." Anna sped off to the room. In there, she would either find the brothers - tied up or whatever - or she'd find tons of clues that'd help her figure out where they were taken. Knock, knock.

"Hello?" she called after she didn't get an answer. She tried again. Still, nothing. The nothingness was getting to her fast. What happened to them?! Anxiety grew and grew till she just had to do something - and what she did she regretted, as soon as her foot made contact with the door.

The door broke down, and before her was a trashed room. Papers, furniture and clothes were all over the room in a heap. Blood was also one of the things that was all over it. But who' s blood? What if it was Sam's? Or Dean's? 'God! ANNA! Why do you care so much?!' she wondered to herself. Frustrated, Anna kicked a chair hard. Her foot went through it. But ah well - it wasn't like anymore damage could be done. Anna sighed and dropped onto the bed, resting her hands on her face.

"Well done Anna... well done..." The cocking of a gun startled Anna. She jumped from the bed and stood in fighting formation. But there was no one there but the ghost of an old man. He stared at her like he'd just been disturbed.

"You can see me..?"

"Can it grandpa..!" The man frowned at her disapprovingly. The ghost didn't have a gun so he couldn't have been the one. And it came from the bathroom. Anna held tight onto the silver knife tucked in her belt. Her other hand closed around the knob of the door. 1... 2... 3... Anna entered the bathroom - BANG! Anna ducked quickly, but not quick enough. The bullet caught her right shoulder. Anna grasped it and cursed beneath her breath.

"Hey!" Anna yelled and looked up. It was Dean who'd shot her, and Sam was standing just before her and was helping her up.

"Dean! Next time look who you're shooting!" Sam scolded furiously and lead Anna out of the bathroom. Dean rolled his eyes.

"What happened?" Anna asked with a concerned frown. She had acknowledged the large gash's on Sam's forehead and Dean's chest.

"Demon," Dean explained. " Oh - I'm gonna kill that son of a -"

"Demon?" Anna asked. "Why?"

"We don t know - now, let me look at your shoulder..." Sam sat Anna down on the bed and examined her shoulder. There was no need to, it wasn't going to cause much of a fatal injury she wanted to say. But she couldn't.

"Ooh, it looks pretty bad..." he said as his frown deepened.

"Honestly, it s fi- OUCH!" Sam was trying to dig out the bullet with a pair of tweezers. "SAM!"

"Sorry! Dean -" Dean came over.

"Yeah?"

"Hold Anna s hand -"

"What?" He glared at Sam.

"This is obviously going to hurt Anna so I need you to let her squeeze your hand."

"Sam, I don t need anyone to squeeze my ha - ow!" Anna winced and clutched her knee. Bullet removal was incredibly painful. She maintained her tough appearance by not crying, screaming or acting like a baby. Dean watched them. He admired Anna's tough image but still reminded himself that she wasn't human.

Sam was good at treating injuries and the bullet was out soon. Dean walked away to the bathroom to get some towels for Anna's wound. Sam dropped the bullet on the bedside table. Anna watched him do his work. Dean came back and threw the towels to Sam before closing the door. Sam ripped one of the bigger towels in half and began to bandage her arm. Anna winced whenever he touched her wound, and Sam would say sorry. After a while Dean got bored and went to the pub to get beer.

An hour or so later, Anna finished cleaning the room with Sam (though he insisted that she should rest instead). Sam admitted that it wasn't as good as before but it was okay. Dean still hadn't come back from the pub. Sam handed Anna a book from his bag to keep her entertained, since the T.V was broken. They relaxed on separate beds.

"'Of Mice and Men'?" Anna read aloud.

"Yeah – it's a great book," Sam said as he opened his laptop to do some research.

"What's it about?" she asked, not really bothered to look at the blurb.

"You'll have to read it and find out."

"Meh..." Anna put the book on the bedside table and watched as Sam did his research. Watching him so focused on his work, Anna though that maybe most of the hunts relied on him to find out the information that they needed to defeat their opponent. He probably didn't get much relaxation. Anna sighed.

"I'm sorry Sam..." she began as she put the book down and lay down on the bed, leaning on her good side, still watching him.

"For what?" he asked in a confused tone.

"About Lisa..." Sam looked to Anna, taking in the sincerity in her eyes.

"Don't worry about it," he smiled lightly at her.

"But she was the only one that made you 'smile properly in weeks'," she quoted Dean's words. Sam chuckled.

"That's what Dean said... but that's just cos he doesn't know me that much. I'm happy the way things are – you don't have to smile to show it." Anna smiled at his words. He was right. But she still didn't believe him – when she ran into them he looked upset and disappointed. She could confront him about it, or she could just change the subject. She chose the second option.

"What're you searching?" she asked frowning.

"A name..." Sam answered as he stared hard at the screen.

"Who's name..?"

"Annaliese Carter..." Anna burst into laughter. She laughed so hard she almost fell off the bed. Sam rose an eyebrow at her. What had the shot done to her..? Seeing the look on his face Anna stopped.

"Seriously..?" she asked. Sam nodded and turned his head back to the screen.

"I can't find her anywhere though," he told her.

When computers were invented, Anna destroyed all evidence of her existence – all the documents, all the pictures. Everything.

"Why?" She wanted to know why he was searching her name.

"The demon that attacked us wants her," Sam explained shortly. Anna raised her eyebrows as she knew what to say.

"Well tough luck for him, she's gone..."

"What?" Sam turned to her again.

"She was a poltergeist – I hunted her down, end of story."

"How could you know it was her – I mean, like I just said there's nothing here about her -"

"I have my sources," she interrupted before he could spill anymore. Sam turned to her.

"Was that why you laughed?" Anna nodded. Liar she couldn't help but think to herself. Sam sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"Why would they want her then..?"

"Who knows..." Sam thought hard – why? Why would they want a long gone poltergeist...? A worried look crossed his face.

"What if they want you..?" Anna bit her lip.

"Why would they want me..?"

"Cos you're the one who got rid of her..." For an unknown reason Anna couldn't help but glare at Sam. Sam was surprised at this.

"What?" he asked. Anna just shrugged and turned on her side. Why would a demon want to find her? What did she do? She wanted to know. Somehow she knew it would be soon. Sam was right, they did want her. She was so focused on her thoughts, that she hadn't realized she'd fallen asleep.

"Anna..." Anna looked around, trying to find the voice.

"Hello?"

"Anna..." She browsed the round room, hoping to find it soon.

"Hello!?" Her hand rested in her pocket. She breathed steadily. She needed to find this voice – it was important. Very important. She turned slowly on the spot.

"ANNA!" A scream. A male scream. Her eyes widened. Suddenly she was so scared. There was no one who could help her. No one. Now she was alone. Alone with something. Her breathing quickened.

"This isn't happening..." she whispered to herself. "This isn't happening..." There was a baby's rattle. It was still there even after a long time. This brought tears to Anna's eyes.

"STOP IT!" she yelled at it. "STOP IT!!" She cried hard, and she still cried after trying so hard to stop. She fell to her knees and buried her face in her hands. She couldn't breathe properly. She should have been looking after him. She should have been stronger. Now he was gone, and she was been tortured by it.

Unable to take anymore of this, she pulled out the dagger from her pocket and slit her throat...

Anna woke up in a hurry, clutching her throat. It was dark outside. She grabbed her phone on the table and looked at the time: 3am. She'd been sleeping for quite a long time. She looked around her – the brothers were asleep. Sam was in his bed and Dean slept on the sofa. Anna felt guilty – he must've been annoyed that she had taken his bed. She looked down at herself. She was in her shirt and underwear. Her eyes widened. Who undressed her?! She wondered, looking from Sam to Dean and vice versa. 'Nevermind..'. she thought to herself. It wasn't like she was going to stick around to find out.

Using the light from her phone, Anna found her jeans and coat and put them on. She put her phone down on the bed. Then taking one last look at the sleeping brothers, she made her way outside. A part of her desired to be with them, to stay, but she'd gotten so used to it in the past that she'd learned how to fight it. She found her car right where she'd left it; parked on the other side of the road. She jogged over there and climbed in. She sighed, taking one last look at the motel. Was she doing the right thing..? Yeah, she was. She wasn't about to let them or her get hurt. Breathing deeply Anna reached into the back for her bag where her keys were. Her fingers met something wet, and warm. She frowned. It couldn't have been water – she never bought water. It hadn't been raining, and there was no sign of a break-in so no one else could've put water there. She looked at her fingers. Blood. Anna's eyes widened and she looked over at the back – a limp body lay there. Dead, and bloody.

"Holy -" A hand slapped itself onto Anna's mouth. Someone was in the car with her who wasn't there before. Anna struggled to fight him off but it wasn't possible. He elbowed her head and Anna fell back onto the seat, unconscious.

"Wake up!" Anna opened her eyes. Light hit her eyes – Anna squinted.

"What the h -"

"Shut up and look at me." She obeyed. A man stood over her, his eyes harshly meeting hers. He wore jeans and a leather jacket. His hair was brushed back neatly. She sat up and scanned her surroundings. She was no longer in the cage, but on a sofa. Anna coughed and looked away, hoping she wasn't been rude. With each cough her head hurt more.

"Where am I?" she whispered, confused. She was in her car before.

"My apartment," he answered. His voice was rough and it didn't sound too happy. She gave him a what the hell happened look.

"My best friend is now in the clutches of some demon cos of you!" he roared. Anna winced loudly as her head throbbed alarmingly. She pressed on her temples and rubbed them, trying to reduce the pain.

"What? What demon?" she asked. She really didn't recall any of this. He had no reason to be angry at her. Whatever happened wasn't her fault. Glaring, the man grabbed Anna's arm and half-yelled, half-spat in her face, "Well you needed it didn't ya!? If you were more careful then we wouldn't be in this mess!! Be thankful we didn't leave ya to rot!" Anna looked away from him and sighed.

"Fine... thank you," she said – to shut him up - and he dropped her back on the sofa rudely. Anna watched as he walked away – to his bedroom she guessed – leaving her alone. Who did this guy think he was?! He was a hunter, that was all she could figure so far. But why was he shouting at her? What did she do? Why was she with a demon? She didn't understand.

She sighed. So she just had to stay here. Anna jumped up from the sofa and examined the room. A T.V stood on a coffee table opposite the sofa she had slept on, a bedside table stood beside the sofa, and there were lots of framed images on the walls and there was a big, red square rug on the floor. Stupidly, Anna fell back on the sofa again. It wasn't like she could do anything else. Anna's eyes cast to the window and she became stationary. She could see huge rocks in the distance, all in a mess. She approached the window tardily. She was nearly there. But even she couldn't be prepared for what her eyes had befallen... the city was gone. And in it's place was fire, dilapidation, ruin.

Dean fell off the couch as the song, Mr Brightside by The Killers rang through the room. Sam sat up in bed and looked over to the direction of the tune. He picked up the phone and frowned at the caller ID: Bobby. He pressed the pick-up button and put the phone to his ear.

"Taylor, you need to watch out," the fatherly voice spoke with deep concern.

"Bobby?" Sam asked, his frown deepening. Dean stood up and stared at Sam, concentrating on his conversation. Bobby wrinkled his brow as he recognized the voice.

"Sam?" he asked.

"Yeah – what's this about Taylor?" Sam asked quickly before Bobby could change the subject in any way.

"Y'know her?" Bobby replied.

"Yeah, we met her a month ago and she's right..." Sam's eyes cast over to where Anna was sleeping – correction; wasn't sleeping. She'd left. Dean realized this at the same time as Sam and swore under his breath. Sam gulped. "... well, not here anymore."

"You have to find her," Bobby insisted urgently.

"Why? - "

"Some demon is trying to chase her down for some Carter girl -"

"Annaliese Carter?" Dean moved over to the window.

"Yeah," Bobby confirmed.

"Sam," Dean said, his eyes fixed through the window.

"One second Bobby - what?" he asked his older brother.

"Come here." Sam jumped from his bed and stood beside him.

"Look," he said. Sam did as he was told and he gulped. He was looking at Anna's car, and it looked empty. Seeing Anna's love for her car the other day they guessed she wouldn't leave it alone like that.

"Bobby?" Sam said, worrying about what he might say.

"Yeah...?"

"I think we've just found her car..."

The boys got dressed and sped outside to Anna's car. Sam pick-locked the lock and soon opened the door. The window on the other side was slightly cracked, and Anna's jacket was in the drivers seat, which was on the right. Sam immediately knew it's origin. British cars are so strange... he thought to himself.

"Hey Sam," Dean called, staring through the back window. He was hoping that the body belonged to someone unconscious. "There's someone back here." Sam reached over to the back-seat and pulled a disgusted face as he saw the body's. The man's face was distorted and there was a symbol carved deep into his face and chest: a mirrored P, standing on a line, and underneath a circle with a diagonal line across it. Dean approached Sam and reacted the same way his younger brother did when his eyes fell upon the body.

"That's the Latin symbol for Pluto, and death..." he recited from memory as he stared unwillingly at the symbol to check. "And this circle one means... a good road, and a deceased female..." Sam gulped and looked up at Dean. Dean was worried by Sam's diagnosis, knowing that he couldn't be wrong.

"We gotta hurry," he said, and they raced to the Impala.

Anna put a hand over her mouth from the shock. This wasn't possible. How could the city have been destroyed overnight? It wasn't human, that was for sure. But how? She gradually recovered from her shock and opened the window. The air stank of burning and decay and death. Anna frowned in disbelief.

A heart-wrenching scream awoke her from her thoughts. She turned to the direction of the noise. The scream belonged to the man, and he was still screaming. Something was causing him pain. Anna wasn't sure but she could swear that he was telling her to... run? She stuck around, to define what he was really saying. He must've been saying something other than run. Maybe hun? Was he asking her for help? The screaming eventually died, and Anna remained immobilized, alone in silence. What was going to happen next? Her instincts insisted that she run as she assumed the man had asked but she couldn't do that to him... not after whatever she could've done to his partner. The door creaked open and that made her decision. She jumped out of the window – landing gingerly on her feet – and ran.