As I stepped out of the hotel room, I was immediately familiar of my surroundings. The hotel the guys were staying at was only a few blocks away from the cemetery, where mine and Alex's car was parked. 'It's my car now.' I realized, sadly. I just wanted to get to it so I ran to the cemetery. Being a fast runner I got there in a couple of minutes, only to find an empty space where the car should have been. 'What the hell?!' I thought, angrily. 'Where's my god damn car?! Maybe those lunatics moved it.' I thought, looking around for it. It was nowhere to be seen.
I wandered through the graveyard wondering if they had really buried Alex. I saw the graves of my parents and younger brother untouched and kept moving towards where I thought the spot where I had found Alex last night was. After a few minutes I stopped. There it was. A mound of dirt where he used to be. I couldn't take it. My legs gave out and I fell in front his grave. 'Why is this happening?' I thought, as hot tears streamed down my face. 'What did I do to deserve this?!' A choked sob escaped my throat. "I'll kill what ever did this to you, Alex." I swore to him. The sun was beginning to set. 'I must have been passed out for hours.' I realized. That thing would be back soon. At least I hoped it would.
I sat there staring blankly ahead until the black of night overcame the entire cemetery and a familiar growl sounded near me. I shakily stood up and reached in my pocket pulling out what I hoped would kill this thing. The bushes in front of me rustled and it was last night all over again. Only this time I was ready to fight back. As the creature jumped out at me, baring teeth and claws, I let the blade out of my pocket knife and held it in front of me letting it plunge into the soft flesh of the monster's chest.
It whimpered, but regained itself quickly and threw me to the ground, scratching my arm deeply in the process. I was numb to pain at the moment so I ignored it and led a fruitless search around me for the fallen knife. When I couldn't find it I looked up to see the creature a few feet from me. It got ready to pounce and I gripped the grass. 'This is it,' I realized. 'I'm gonna die. And my brother's murderer is gonna get away. Maybe Sam and Dean will kill it.' No. What right did this monster have to destroy the most important thing in my life? What right did it have to destroy my hope? I wasn't gonna let someone else avenge my brother's death.
It jumped on me and I exploded in rage for the second time in my life. I pushed it off of me and started attacking it. Each punch fed my anger. It was the boy who insulted my parents in 7th grade. It was my uncle who beat me senseless every night. It was the monster that murdered my big brother, my best friend. It wasn't gonna get away. Too bad it was stronger than me. Even when I had adrenaline on my side.
It flipped me over and was about to reach its claws into my chest to tear out my heart when a bullet from behind me came and tore through its chest. It cried out and flew backwards off of me. I sat up and watched as it's monster-like features disappeared. It was a man. 'They were right.' I realized, shocked. 'It was a werewolf.'
"We've gotta stop meeting like this." a voice from behind me said. I turned around and there was Dean offering a helping hand. I stood up on my own and saw Sam staring at the wolfman.
"Is it dead?" I finally managed to ask. Dean knelt to check and nodded.
"Yeah. It's dead." he said, glancing towards Sam. "You alright there, Sam?" he asked. 'Sam? What about me?' I wondered, studying my torn up arm. Sam nodded and walked towards his fascination. "How about you?" Dean asked, finally noticing my wounds. I glared at him. "Right. In pain. Gotcha." He said, taking my arm to get a better look. I pulled away. I didn't need his help. "I just need to see if it needs stitches, hold still." he said, impatiently. I backed up. "Fine." he said, giving up. "Bleed to death. See if I care."
"Dean, come and look at this guy." Sam called him. Dean walked closer and raised his eyebrows.
"Yeah, he's dead." he said, stupidly. Sam shook his head.
"I know that, but doesn't he look familiar?" Dean took a closer look.
"Hey, yeah, it's the hobo from the bench isn't it?" he asked, clearly amused. Sam nodded.
"What hobo?" I asked, finally saying something.
"When we passed this cemetery yesterday this guy was sleeping on the bench outside of the gates." Sam explained.
"That explains why he was staying in the graveyard when he turned..." Dean said. I shook my head. This was a lot to absorb.
"So, werewolves are real," I stated. "What about bigfoot?" They looked at each other and laughed. I glared at them. It wasn't that funny.
"No, you don't need to worry about bigfoot." Sam said.
"Almost everything else is real, though." Dean said.
"So, what, you guys go around killing monsters then?" I asked, feeling light-headed. They stole glances at each other before Sam spoke up. "Basically."
I sat back down on the ground, I was really dizzy and my arm was throbbing. "We need to get her to a hospital."
"And how would we get her inside? She can barely walk. If one of us goes in someone'll probably recognize us and call the cops." Dean argued.
"So, are we just supposed to let her die then?" Sam asked, angrily. Their voices were growing fainter.
"We can patch her up ourselves and send her on her way." Dean said.
"That's stupid, Dean." Sam said.
"You're both stupid." was all I was able to say before I fainted for the third time in 24 hours.