AN: Here is the new chapter. It kind of jumps around the pilot so bear with me. Please leave a review and let me know if you want me to stay with the seasons, or do you want me to do some originals? Enjoy

Hollands POV:

After spending a good amount of time in the shower I finally got out and got dressed. I quickly examined myself in the mirror before turning to exiting the bathroom, that's when I heard the whispering.

I shoved my head against the door to see if I could hear what they were saying. Sam must have returned while I was showering and I never heard it.

"Man, what are we going to do?" Sam asked Dean.

"We are going to hunt whatever is here, and we are going to get our family back together." Dean stated as if it was obvious.

"Dean, I have to go back to school on Monday for the interview, and I'm not so sure Holland is going to be all for looking for dad, I mean look what he did to her. He left her. She is only 15 years only and he left her." He was right, I was not all for looking for dad, but that was for a later discussion. At this point I decided to make my entrance.

"I'm 16" I stated as I stood in the frame of the door I just opened leading to the bathroom, I looked at them before I walked over to my duffle and threw my uniform in it.

"Wait what?" Dean asked.

"I'm not 15, I'm 16." I said still looking down at the uniform, my birthday had just been a week earlier and I had turned 16, Dean typically was good at remembering these things, but I guess with everything going on he forgot. They were silent for a long moment and I was getting annoyed. "Seriously, you guys, my birthday was a weekish ago, I don't mind you not remembering, but come on, I do know my own age." I looked up realize the silence was not because of confusion, it was because of guilt. Dean shook it off and walked over to my duffle bag pulling out the uniform and looking up at me.

"Riley doesn't need a job anymore." He stated before throwing the uniform in the garbage. I have never felt more relived in my life to see an article of clothing being thrown away. It was then I realized that Dean had cleaned up while I was in the shower. Everything was thrown away and there was a pile of laundry in the corner ready to go to the wash. Also there was food on the table, I had not realized how hungry I was until this point.

Sam followed my gaze and walked over to the bags getting the food out. "Chicken fingers and toast?" He asked knowing that this was my favorite growing up. I shook my head and he walked over and handed me the carton and I sat on the bed and opened it up.

I dove right in, eating probably faster then I should have been. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that both Sam and Dean were looking at me. I looked up, Sam looked concerned and Dean looked sad. I started to get self-conscious so I looked down and put the piece of chicken down. Sensing my uneasiness to this situation Dean tore his eyes away from me and walked over and got his food. He sat next to me and started eating, looking up to Sammy to encourage him to do the same.

We sat in comfortable silence while we all ate, and then Sam and Dean started working on the case. They were going over all the information they had, and what they were looking at all the information about the voice mail from dad, which in all honesty I could care less about. They kept going on and on about this information.

"It's the Woman in White." I finally spoke up.

"Huh." Dean said turning his head and looking at me.

"The Woman in white. Constance Welch, she committed suicide off this bridge, she was giving her kids a bath one night and she left and came back, and they had drowned. She had a hard time with it, and ended up killing herself." I said. They both looked up in shock. "What, I do know how to do research, and I have had a lot of time to myself." I said sheepishly.

After giving the boys the information about the Women and White we went and took care of it, Dean got arrested, I made a fake 911 call to get him out, Sammy got seduced by her to take her home, so he did what he had to. He crashed 'baby' into the house. After she had to confront her kids, she was gone.

Sammy had an interview for Stanford so we had to take him home, however Jess his girlfriend, died that night because of the yellow eyed demon. How did our lives get so messed up?

(That night at a motel)
Deans POV:

We got a motel with 2 queens, after getting Sammy to go to sleep, and getting Holland food and to sleep I lay down next to her. I just watched her sleep. She looked so venerable, so small, so broken. No, her and Sammy were broken and I was going to fix them. I had to. It is my responsibility. I was starting to drift when I felt Holland start to stir next to me. Her face was contorted in pain.

"Please no." She whimpered. "Please it hurts." She said again. Sweat had started to form on her brow line, and she started to thrash around more. "Please, no, you can't do this." She started to say a little bit louder. I was still sitting on the bed, but I was turned around so I was facing her.

"Holland, come on baby, its just a dream."

"Please don't, please don't." She started to cry now.

"Holland wake up."

"Dean?" Sam asked from the other bed.

"She's having a nightmare." I said not moving my eyes from her, still shaking her shoulders trying to wake her up. Sam got up and walked over next to her side of the bed looking down at her. "Holland" I said louder shaking her. But nothing, she started to thrash uncontrollably now. I sat her up and grabbed her into my arm. She was fighting me off. "Come on baby, wake up, come on, its me, its Dean, wake up." I said while rocking her thrashing body side to side. Finally I heard her suck in air and try to push back from me. I held her out at arms length and her eyes were open wide scanning the room. "You with us?" I asked her. Sheepishly she nodded her head.

"I'm sorry." She whispered. She was still trying to get her breathing under control. Sam had walked away and came back with a bottle of water, and a towel to whip off the sweat.

"Nothing to be sorry about." I said bringing her in close to me. She latched onto my shirt and I rocked her there for a little bit. Sam sat the water on the table and the towel next to it. "Go back to bed Sammy, I've got this." He nodded and placed a hand on Holland's head swiping some hair back before kissing the top of her head. Once Sam's head hit the pillow he was out again, that boy could sleep anywhere. Once I heard him snoring I pulled Holland away from me so I could see her face.

"Want to talk about it?" She looked down not making eye contact and shook her head no. "Ok, we will leave it for tonight, but we will talk about this soon." I said to her. She just nodded and lay back down. I grabbed the towel and whipped the sweat off her head and handed her the water. She gratefully accepted chugging a good chunk of it. I followed suit and lay down next to her. Waiting to hear her breathing even out, but that did not come. I looked over and noticed that she was staring at the ceiling. So I wrapped by arm around her and pulled her into my side. She nuzzled up and I kissed her forehead.

"Tomorrow will come sooner or later" I started to say, she nuzzled in closer.

"And I will always be here waiting." She finished, and then we both drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

AN: SO there yall go, another chapter! I will hopefully being getting another one up next week but between school and work, and it being Thanksgiving its going to be a crazy week for me! We are about 4 away from 100 views, which is awesome! I am so happy you like it. Please leave a review, favorite or follow. Also let me know what you think I would love some suggestions on what to do. Next chapter we get to see into a little bit of what has happened that last 3 months..OOOOOOOO