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Arrie felt her whole body tense as she prepared for rejection. Her mind was reeling. How could she have told two men who dressed like feds who clearly weren't feds, a secret no one knew but Nerin? Her heart told her to confide in them, but her mind was screaming no. It was too late to take it back now, she just hoped that this didn't get her killed.

Sam looked at me with new intensity, but remained by bedside. Dean on the other hand was very upset. His eyes pierced through me and I held his gaze as he set his jaw again, "Take your glasses off."

I breathed a little easier because at least they didn't reject it. They didn't even question it. I looked down, my long auburn hair falling into my face as I closed my eyes and took off the sunglasses.

I looked up expecting some shock, but was greeted with fascination from Sam and Dean just shook his head and started pacing back and forth.

"That's is? Not even a gasp? I just revealed to you my biggest secret and showed you that my eyes are glowing bright green! You don't even bat an eye? Who are you guys?" Panic laced through my voice. What if I was wrong about them? What if they weren't here to help me? What if they were… hunters?

Sam smiled a little, "That's a long story. Let's just say glowing eyes aren't exactly weird for us."

Dean stopped pacing and loomed over me, "We are the Winchester brothers. Ever heard of us?"

My eyes widened and I quickly scanned the room in search of an escape route, I had never heard of them before, but obviously they thought I should which could only mean one thing. "You are hunters aren't you?"

Now Dean was really smirking, "Hell yeah we are. Now tell us what you are!"

I looked at Sam pleadingly, "I can't tell you here. Please. Just let me and Nerin go. We aren't dangerous. I… I can show you what I am but you have to take me somewhere safe."

Nerin sat quietly still holding on to my hand tightly. His head hung low, and I wondered if it was out of being scared or just being fed up with always getting into these types of situations.

"Okay, we can take yo…"

"Sammy. Can I talk to you outside for a moment?" Dean gestured towards the door and jerked his head for emphasis. It was then that I noticed the knife in his hand. I looked back at Nerin as Sam followed his brother out the door.

"Nerin listen to me. We don't have much time. If they agree to help us, I want you to promise me that the second you see the chance to run that you take it."

Tears welled up in his eyes and his voice cracked, "I can't leave you."

"You have to." I wiped away a tear that was making its way down his cheek. "Nerin I believe in you. You are stronger than you know. I am tired of running. I am tired of putting you in harm's way. If something happened to you…"

I shook my head and blinked back some tears, no I can't be weak. I must be strong for Nerin's sake. I mustered up a smile, "Hey, look at me. You are going to be fine. The second you get a chance to run. Do it. Don't worry about me, I will find a way to get back to you. Remember what the safe places are?"

He nodded his head, "Yeah, I can go to a firehouse, or a… um… policeman?"

"Yes, that's right!" I encouraged him by squeezing his hand and nodding for him to continue. "What's the third safe place?"

Nerin stared out the window for a moment, "A church."

A genuine smile lit my face, hopefully Nerin would make it out of this mess alive. I glanced out the door and noticed Dean throwing his arms in the air, which did not seem like a good sign to me.

A few moments later he came bursting through the door, his not-so-little brother following right behind them. Both of them did not look happy, I just hoped that it was with each other and not me.

Sam shot his brother a death glare before giving me his full attention, "We talked and we are willing to help you."