3:17 p.m.

The girl opened her mouth to let out a scream but was quickly silenced by Sam's massive hand.

"How in the hell did you catch her?" Dean asked, slowly retrieving his breath.

"Figured she would run, so I went around the back to block her off." He answered with a slight shrug.

Dean groaned, knowing he should have thought of that. Sam let out a sound of sudden disgusted surprise as he felt something soft and wet running back and forth against his palm. He pulled his hand away from the girl's mouth, wiping his hand on his jeans.

"Really? How old are you?" He asked, annoyed.

"I needed to breathe! Your stupid gigantic hand was covering my mouth and my nose you freaking moose!"

Dean couldn't help but laugh as Sam just rolled his eyes, gripping tighter as the girl continued to struggle.

"Relax! I just want to talk to you." Dean said with the same uncharacteristic gentleness as before. This made the girl stop and stare at him with a look of determined defiance.

"What's your name?" He asked, the softness not leaving his normally rough voice. But the same confusion from the night before came back to her face.

"What's the matter? No one asked for your name before?" He wore an amused half smile which quickly faded when the look on the girl's face told him that that was true, but she answered anyway.

"My name is Wren. Wren Snow."

"If I let go of you, will you run?" Sam asked, already starting to loosen his grip. For some reason, he trusted the girl, or at least wanted to. She shook her head 'no' and suddenly, she was free. She could have run, and probably gotten away, but she stood there, waiting with clenched fists. She had felt sure that Dean would have hit her for what she had done, or at least taken his wallet back by now, but there wasn't even mention of it. She hadn't taken her eyes off of Dean, prepared for anything.

"Seriously, relax." Dean said, trying to calm her down.

"How am I supposed to relax around you two, Dean? You two should have been out of town by now! It's not safe!" She shouted. It wasn't until after the sentence was out when she realized she had messed up.

"What do you mean? And how did you know his name?" Sam asked, stepping into her view.

"I-I heard you guys talking last night and I just happened to hear names." She answered, a little too quickly for Sam's comfort.

"You're a terrible liar." Dean observed, his voice gaining an edge to it. He watched as her face paled.

"I'm not lying!"

The brothers exchanged looks. Noticing this, the girl dug into her pocket and retrieved the stolen wallet. She thrust it in Dean's direction.

"Here! Take it back!" She was almost begging now, in fear of more questions. Dean took it with his left hand, and in one swift movement grabbed her wrist with his right, knowing she was about to bolt.

Putting his mouth up to her ear, he whispered gruffly, "Listen. You're the one who dug yourself into this hole. So either step up and deal with it, or we will be forced to make you. Get it?" He heard her swallow hard and knew that she understood perfectly well.

"Good. Now c'mon." He said leading her around the sandwich shop to the Impala.

"Dean…" Sam said gently once they were in front of the shop. This made Dean stop and turn to his brother.

"What, Sammy?" He asked. Sam just nodded toward Wren and Dean matched his gaze. She was staring longingly at the basket of food that had just been set out for her before the brothers barged in. The waiter that Dean had practically tackled was now taking it away, looking pretty shaky as he did so. Dean hadn't noticed before because of the jacket Wren wore, but she definitely did not look well-fed in any sense of the term.

Dean sighed heavily. "You know what! I completely forgot! I'm starving! Why don't we find a place to eat and have our talk over some food? I don't think they'll let us back in there." He said with a slight smile, nodding towards the dirty shop.

Wren looked up at Dean with those strange eyes, filled with gratitude and warmth that he knew she was too prideful right then to put into words. But, he got the message.

3:42 p.m.

After a little driving around the city, Dean was finally satisfied when they found the greasiest burger place that probably should have been shut down years ago for health reasons. They all climbed out of the Impala, watching as snow began to fall once again, a lot harder than the night before.

"It's freezing." Dean complained.

"Only supposed to get colder." Wren chimed in with a slight smile.

"You like the cold?" Sam asked.

"No…I just like the snow." She said simply.

"That's fitting." He said with a chuckle.

They walked inside, shaking snow off of their shoulders and sat in a dirty booth. Wren had been calm for the whole ride, but now that she was actually sitting with the Winchesters, she got tense.

The waitress came over to take their orders. Their wasn't too much variation. They each ordered a classic burger. Even Sam decided that it was a burger kind of day. Once the waitress left, there was an understood silence between the three of them. Wren couldn't believe that she was sitting with the Winchesters. She had only heard about them in stories and the thought of actually meeting them made her want to pass out. They were her heroes. She didn't relax until the food got back to the table. There was no hesitation. She began to devour the burger with such intensity she could have probably gone against Dean in any eating competition.

Sam opened his mouth to say something but Dean quickly silenced him.

"Never interrupt someone while their eating." Dean said with a smile. "I think I like this kid."

Sam just stared at his brother. He hadn't seen him smile a real, genuine smile in so long, he had almost forgotten that Dean had the capacity to actually do it. He looked back at Wren who was already halfway finished. He had to admit, the kid had something about her.

Once everyone was done eating, having left Dean and Wren groaning with stomach pain, Sam decided to get started on getting some things answered. He had stopped halfway through his burger. Now, looking at the two people with him, he was happy with his choice.

"How did you know our names?" Sam asked.

Wren lifted her head up from the cool table and sighed before she started. "My family isn't exactly…normal, I guess. They are hunters too." She whispered.

"Hunters? Then why weren't they helping with the Rugaru issue that was going on in their own city?" Dean jumped in.

"They're gone. They went out to take care of another case up in Maine. Coven of witches making trouble I think it was."

"Coven? And they left you by yourself?"

"Well…yeah. I mean, somebody had to take care of the house while they're gone. Should be back in a few days."

"So, who in your family are hunters?" Sam asked curiously.

"My mom, dad and brother."

Sam was suspicious. "And no one could have stayed with you?"

"I'm sixteen! Old enough to take care of myself." She grumbled.

"Clearly not." He retorted.

She looked furious. "What the fuck do you know?" People glanced over at their booth. "I can take care of myself better than any of them ever could."

"Okay, okay. Let's just chill out." Dean intervened. "Going back now. What did you mean by it wasn't safe in this town? We took care of the Rugarus."

"Look, don't worry about it. Once my family gets back, we will take care of it. The point is, Winchesters can't be here right now."

"You better start telling us what's going on. We are not willing to let people die because your family shows up a few days too late."

Her jaw tensed. "Fine. I didn't take your wallet for kicks. I didn't even take it for a few extra bucks. I took it because you had to get away from where you were and that was the best way to do it quickly. There was a whole group of Rugarus waiting to get you guys."

"You're saying you saved us?"

For a moment she looked taken aback. She hadn't thought of it like that. "I…I guess…"

"What are the Rugarus doing? Why are there so many in this city?" Sam asked.

"They decided it was safer for their kind to stick together. I guess they didn't count on the fact that the death toll would rise so quickly and get noticed by every police department and newspaper this side of the Rockies. And apparently, the Winchesters. They can't find any order and that's leading to each one deciding to do their own thing. They end up killing at least three people in a week or more." She looked outside the grimy window that overlooked their booth. The sun was already starting to set. "Look, I really should be getting home. I think I've answered all your questions…"

Sam looked at Dean who didn't take his eyes off of Wren. "You'll be okay?"

She locked eyes with him. "What?" She asked carefully.

"Are you going to be okay by yourself? I mean, we can make room for the night. Even until your family gets back."

Now Sam looked startled. He had never seen his brother act this way.

Wren wasn't sure what to say. At first she couldn't believe that Dean asked or even cared if she was going to be okay. Now he was offering her a place to stay. Finally, she found the words. They weren't the ones she wanted, but they were the ones she was obligated to say.

"Thank you…really. But, I can't. I have to head home…make sure everything is where it should be." There was a faint smile on her face.

"Fine." Sam chimed in. "We are at least giving you a lift home though."

"No." She answered. "I mean…it's not necessary."

"Come on. Hunters gotta stick together, right?" Dean smiled.

"It's not far. Really, I want to walk." She said a little firmer than she meant to. "I like the snow." She added, trying to sound less desperate to get away from them.

Sam stared at her for a moment which felt like an eternity to Wren. Finally he opened his mouth and said, "Alright. If there's no convincing you." He gave her a warm smile as the bill came. They paid it in cash and got up from their greasy booth. Sam wished the waitress a good night who only gave a terrifying grunt in return. They walked outside and it felt like they had all just gotten their nose bitten off by the sharp wind. Their shoulders lifted as they tried to pull their arms closer to themselves to keep what little warmth they had.

"Well, guess we'll see ya around, kid." Dean nodded towards her.

"Yeah, might meet your parents if they get back early enough. Always nice meeting other hunters." Sam added.

Wren nodded, knowing that they would never meet her family. "Right." She said with a forced smile. "Bye." She began walking away.

The boys just stood there for a moment. She was almost out of sight when Sam finally asked, "Are we following her?"

Dean nodded. "Oh yeah…"