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-Nerin-

"Who are you?" I tentatively asked the man who stood before me with a gun pointed directly at my head. I was too scared to run, and the man was just staring at me so that's why I asked it.

"The name's Liam. You're the sea-witch's little brother aint ya?" Liam cocked his head to the side and lowered his gun.

He was tall, not like the tall Winchester, but taller than Arrie. He was definitely a hunter, I could tell from the way he was dressed and how he stood. He had shoulder length blonde greasy hair, the only thing keeping it from falling over his face was a dark green baseball cap that was covered in grease stains and littered with holes.

Arrie told me all about the hunters and how evil they were, and that they chased us because they didn't like how she could heal people. I kinda liked Sam and Dean, they were nicer than the other hunters and they helped me and my sister. But this guy did not seem as friendly.

I nodded slowly, trying to prevent the tears that wanted to swell to the surface.

"Well, I've been lookin' for yer sis a loooong time little guy." Liam moved closer and laid his hand on my shoulder. "How's about ya help me find her? Hmmm? She around here kid?"

I shook my head no. I was so scared I couldn't move, there was something so off about this guy. I felt like I remembered his voice, but it was too deep a memory. One that was too scary to think about. I knew I had to escape, but I didn't know how since he had a gun.

"Alright, well yer going to help me anyways."

"No! Please leave me alone!" I screamed as Liam pulled me towards him.

"Shhhh… just breathe in the perfume and let the darkness seround ya kid." He said as he lifted a cloth over my face. For some reason, I just knew I shouldn't breathe, but it was so hard to hold it in though and I just couldn't hold it in anymore. So I breathed in and the rage smelled awful, so I tried to kick and squirm my way out but Liam was too strong. I tried to scream again, but only a muffled whisper escaped as I sunk into darkness.

-Arrie-

I woke up feeling surprisingly rested when I considered the last few days of hell I'd been through. That stupid angel must have put me to sleep because I woke up in someone's bedroom. I slowly sat up, realizing it wasn't the one I had visited earlier. This one was more nicely decorated and it still had a few knives and guns displaced, but not to the same caliber as Dean's room. I decided this one must have been Sammy's. Wait did I just call him Sammy? I shook my head and threw the blankets aside, now was not the time to fall in love with a hunter.

There was a master bathroom connected to Sam's bedroom, and I contemplated just marching strait out there and insisting that we continue to search for Nerin or even just slipping out hopefully unnoticed, but decided against it when I saw my reflection in the mirror. I was still dressed in the baggy sweats and t-shirt I borrowed from Dean and my auburn hair was a disheveled mess. I couldn't remember the last time I really looked at myself, I mean of course it gets old over the millennia, but it still surprised me how much my appearance could change without me knowing it. My bright green glowing eyes were sunken in and I had even more freckles on my pale white skin. I looked older somehow, which is impossible because I can't age, being the immortal that I am.

I decided that I might as well take a bath and rejuvenate myself, it would replenish some of my strength and hopefully make me look more publicly acceptable.

When I was done, I decided to borrow a pair of sweats and t-shirt from Sam. I thought Dean's cloths were huge on me, but they were snug in comparison with how Sam's fit. I just cinched them up as much as I could and hoped for the best, so much for being looking publicly acceptable.

I was greeted with the smell of bacon wafting down the hallway as I entered the kitchen. Dean was cooking and humming… Metallica?

"You cook?" I asked in mock astonishment as I pulled up a chair at the dining room table.

Dean looked up in surprise, and his countenance brightened a little. "Well look who decided to wake up, it's the green-eyed sleeping beauty."

I rolled my eyes, "How long was I out?"

Dean turned and continued to assemble whatever it was that he was making, "Oh about eight hours. I wanted to wake you up earlier, but Ol' Sammy wouldn't have it."

"Where is Sam?"

"Him and Cas left early this morning to go look for Nerin."

"Dammit! If it wasn't for your stupid angel, I would have found him by now."

Dean slammed down the spatula he had been using onto the counter top, the tension in the air thicken before he turned around and replied, "My stupid angel, has been looking for him all night. So, you can shut your cake whole and eat your breakfast." Dean demanded as he set the plate of bacon, eggs, and hash browns down in front of me. "You like OJ Little Mermaid? Or are you a coffee kinda fish?" He asked insincerely.

"Huh, you're a real piece of work Winchester."

"Coffee it is. Oh, and you're welcome for breakfast."

Part of me didn't want to eat it just to spite him, but it smelled so good and I really was hungry. "Yeah, thanks…" I mumbled through a mouth full of hash browns and eggs.

Dean got himself some coffee as well and I noticed that he was pouring something else in it, was that whiskey? This early in the morning? He looked over his shoulder and noticed me staring at him with judgment set in my jaw.

"What?"

"Don't you think it's a little soon for that?"

He made a face and shrugged his shoulders before taking a swig directly from the bottle. He twisted the lid back on and put the whiskey back into the liquor cabinet. "I'd offer you some, but I don't serve minors." He sat down opposite of me and continued to scarf his own breakfast.

"Well I would have declined anyways. Even though I am certainly not nineteen, I don't need my judgment clouded for when I go out to look for Nerin." Dean just rolled his eyes and continued to devour his large breakfast.

It was disgusting how he ate and I was never one for awkward silences, so I wanted to make some polite chit-chat. The problem was I knew very little about Dean, other than that he was a hunter who has stopped the world from being destroyed a few times and has killed several members of the family, but I don't care about them anyways so that doesn't bother me much. Well other than the fact that if he finds out who I really am, he'd probably kill me instantly.

"So… can I ask why you and your brother are helping me so much? I mean, last time I checked the Winchesters weren't exactly known for their mercy towards monsters." The word felt like venom in my mouth and I spat it out more harshly than I should have.

Dean continued to shovel eggs down his gullet, and took a big quaff of coffee before replying, "If it was up to me you'd be dead already, but thanks to my brother you're still alive. He doesn't seem to think you're as evil as you really are. I'm going along with what he wants because frankly, your story seems legit and if there is a rogue hunter out there killing innocent people to get to you then that needs to be stopped."

I nodded, deciding that this conversation was only going to make me more upset. I tried to just focus on finishing the breakfast so that I could get going and maybe meet up with Sammy wherever he was right now.

Dean kept looking up from his food and giving me a glare that ranged somewhere between I wish I could rip your throat out to just plain curiosity. "So… do you not have a pair of your own cloths to change into?"

The question caught me off guard. I looked down at the oversized cloths I was wearing and wished that the only pair I had wasn't ruined with blood and bullet holes. "Uh yeah. The only pair I had since the fire was the one I was wearing when I got shot. I don't think I can wear them out in public since there is a pretty obvious bullet hole." I spoke slowly, trying not to look as embarrassed as I felt.

Dean gave me a look of genuine sympathy, or maybe it was pity, I'm not sure. He got up from the dinner table, his empty plate in hand and walked towards the sink. He returned with a plastic bag that he retrieved from the counter. "That's what I thought… so I picked up some cloths for you." He paused and looked inside the bag before handing it to me. "I obviously didn't know what size you were, so hopefully these aren't too big for you. They will definitely fit you better than anything in Sam's wardrobe."

I laughed a little to relieve some of the awkward tension in the air. I took out the cloths from the plastic bag that had a large GILBERT'S GASTATION logo on the front and back. He bought me a red girl cut t-shirt with bold white block letters that read Lebanon, Kansas: The Center of the U.S. and below it was a map of the U.S. with a little star directly in the middle. He also got me a pair of gray sweats that had Lebanon, Kansas written laterally down the sides in cursive handwriting. I looked up from them and gave him an earnest smile. It was hard to express the depth of gratitude I was feeling right then. I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath so that I wouldn't become emotional.

I looked back up at him, but he was avoiding my gaze.

"Dean."

He looked into my eyes and nervously jested, "I was just tired of sharing my cloths with a fish so…"

"Thank you, Dean. I mean it."

"Yeah, yeah, just shut up and put them on and we will go join Sam and Cas."

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