8:00 p.m.

Sam and Dean followed Wren at a safe distance, never letting her catch them if she casually glanced back, which she did an annoying amount according to Dean.

"It's like she's expecting someone to follow her." He acknowledged as they once again ducked behind a building. The sun had set a while ago and it was getting colder with every passing minute. The only light any of them had were the streetlights and all that did was create an eerie feeling. No one was on the streets at night anymore because of the murders so the three of them were completely alone. The snow worsened.

"Well, we know she lied about her house being close." Sam said with a soft sigh, watching his breath create a fog around his face as they trudged on miserably. Finally they saw her stop in front of a building that looked like it had to have been abandoned for years. The windows were broken and a few were boarded shut. Why the rest of them weren't was a mystery. Without a second thought, Wren climbed through one of the windows. She didn't even have to open it. Most of the glass was broken off but there was still some jagged pieced left in the frame. It looked like she knew exactly how to maneuver herself to get in without causing serious flesh wounds.

"No way… That can't be where she lives." Dean muttered. Despite the wind, Sam heard him very clearly. He was thinking the same thing.

"Come on. Let's check it out." Sam said as they walked closer.

When they reached the building, Dean was the first to look in the broken window that Wren had climbed though, his eyes adjusting to the dark as he blinked. What he saw made it very clear that there was no family. Just her. Just that kid for God only knows how long.

In the far corner was just a pile of blankets. No furniture. Papers were scattered all over the floor. Dean couldn't tell what was written on them but it looked like there were hundreds. When he looked in on this place it felt like his heart was sinking. It was just so lonely.

He ducked down when he heard footsteps from the other side of the room. Sam mouthed the words, "What did you see?" All Dean could do was shake his head.

Wren threw herself on top of the pile of blankets, nesting herself in them to keep warm, eventually ending up under them completely. She grabbed a packet of paper and a pencil that had been lying next to it and pulled them under the blankets with her and just started to sketch. It was pitch black under those blankets but her eyes allowed her to see very well in the dark. She wasn't sure why, they just always had.

The brothers were about to get her attention but before they could, a booming voice beat them to it.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" The voice belonged to a man who sounded like he could double as a drill sergeant by the way he yelled.

The voice caused Wren to jump despite knowing who it was.

"I didn't do anything wrong!" She blurted as she poked her head out from under the blankets.

"Really? So the Winchesters? That was nothing to you?"

"It's not like I told them anything…"

"Do you realize they would murder you on the spot if they knew what kind of monster you were?" The voice was cold, filled with hate clearly directed at Wren. For whatever reason this man had for hating her, it sounded like it went way past her talking to Sam and Dean.

The brothers looked at each other, not really sure how to react. She seemed so normal. There was no way she could be a monster.

"Don't say that…" Wren's voice came in a mutter. It sounded hurt. "They are good… so if they killed me, it would be justified." She spoke more to herself than to the man.

Sam and Dean heard a sudden gasp and both of them raised their heads quickly to look through the window. They saw Wren being lifted from her nest of blankets by a man that was three times her size. The term 'man' is used very loosely. To be more accurate, there was no mistaking that they were looking at a Rugaru with its sickly grey skin. Veins looked as if they were almost popping out his head and face.

"Do you think you're special? Better than your own family?"

"I'm not special!" Wren shouted back as the Rugaru held her up by the neck of her shirt. "But, I'm glad I'm not you!"

In a fit of anger, the Rugaru flung her across the room, towards the window. She landed on her right side a few feet in front of it and skidded the rest of the way until her head cushioned the impact of the rest of her body against that unforgiving wall. Shattered glass that she never bothered to pick up from beneath that window became embedded in her arm, side and back. She let out a quick cry of pain but bit her tongue before she let anymore escape her.

The Rugaru saw two faces in the window and recognized them immediately and let out a loud roar of anger.

"Winchesters!"

Hearing this, confused, Wren looked up and saw two sets of hands reaching down through the window. At first she struggled to get away from them but Dean's voice calmed her down enough so they could get a good grip. The brothers grabbed her under each arm and hoisted her outside, knowing the Rugaru wouldn't dare leave the safety of that room in fear people would see him.

Without wasting a second, Wren was on Dean's back, too out of it to really know what was going on.

"I'll take care of the Rugaru, you get her back to the car." Sam said without hesitation.

"You don't have lighter fluid with you. Or a match."

"I'll figure it out."

Dean had no time to argue. "You be careful. You hear me, Sammy?"

"Got it." Sam nodded and watched as Dean turned and began running towards the Impala that was almost three miles away. Once they were about a block away, he climbed through the window as quick as he could, knife drawn, knowing it wouldn't do much good. But, to Sam's surprise, the Rugaru was gone. It hadn't been prepared for a fight with the brothers so it took its chance and bolted. Sam shook his head in frustration. After wandering around the abandoned building a little more, making sure everything was really clear, he noticed the papers on the floor. Bending over, he retrieved one of them and looked it over. It was a drawing of two men. One kind of looked like Dean, the other had a few features of Sam. The men in the picture were sporting triumphant grins. There was a caption written under it in terrible handwriting.

Sam and Dean after rescuing a family whose boy had been possessed by a demon.

Sam picked up another, the same two figures, this time it looked like they were about to go to battle, both facing a giant spider. Knives were drawn, although they looked more along the lines of swords in the drawing. This one seemed self-explanatory so no caption was given. There were all kinds of drawings. Some were of the hunters in different situations, others were of monsters like the Rugarus or werewolves or even vampires.

He picked up one more. This one looked new. Probably from the day before. This one actually looked exactly like Sam and Dean in every detail. He realized that Wren must have been going off of what she heard from others stories about the brothers. He couldn't help but smile a little. This one he folded up carefully and put it in his jacket pocket and headed for the window.

He had almost gotten there when he saw a drawing of an angel. Not just any angel. It was Castiel. He picked up this drawing too, not sure what he could make of this. He put this one in his pocket along with the other one and began making the trip back to the motel.

10:00 p.m.

Sam had Wren all patched up by the time she woke up. The very first thing she noticed wasn't the pain. It was the fact that she wasn't cold. Then it was the pain. She winced as her eyes started to open.

"Dean…" She heard a voice. It sounded like Sam.

"Yeah?" That was Dean… it had to be.

"She's waking up." Sam again. Why were they here?

Her eyes finally opened all the way and she saw their faces seeming to hover. Finally comprehending what was happening, her eyes widened and she sat bolt upright on the bed she had been set on. Well, she would have if Dean's head hadn't been in the way. Their foreheads collided creating a loud crack leaving them both holding their foreheads waiting for the stars to leave their vision. Sam was glad he was spared that one.

Once she was able, she sat up a little slower this time. "Why am I here?" She asked, not sure she wanted to know the answer.

"We saved your ass!" Dean snapped, still rubbing his forehead.

She looked at Sam. "Why?"

"Because we think you left out a few details of your story before."

"And we figured that we should get those straight before you got yourself killed!" Dean was furious. Neither Wren nor Sam for that matter knew why.

"Why are you mad?" She asked. If it was one thing she didn't want, it was Dean angry at her.

"Why? Oh, I don't know. Maybe because you're a damn monster! But hell if I know what kind!"

"Dean…" Sam said calmly, trying to radiate some of that onto his brother.

Dean shook his head and locked eyes with Wren who looked like she wished they had let her get killed. "Well?"

"Well…you aren't going to believe me if I tell you."

"Try us." Sam said, trying to make things easier.

"I don't know…"

"Come on, just say it."

"I did. I don't know what I am."

"Bullshit!" Dean roared.

Now it was Wren's turn to get angry. "Don't believe me then! Just kill me! Will that make you feel better?" She was on her feet now, glaring at him.

"It might!" Dean snapped back, immediately regretting it after it was already out.

"Then do it!" Her voice faltered. What he said had hurt her more than that Rugaru ever could and Sam saw that.

"Everyone needs to just calm down!" Sam chimed in, but the damage was done. Wren started for the door but Dean's booming voice stopped her.

"Sit down! This isn't over."

"I'd like to stand." Was all she bothered to say as she turned and looked at him.

"Fine." Sam said with a nod before his brother could say any more. "So you really don't know what you are?"

"No… I really don't. I've never met anyone like me. There are no stories, myths or legends about what I am. I've tried to find information…anything, but I can't. It's like being the first to have a disease and no one can tell you what's wrong with you."

"So that whole family story… that wasn't true."

"Well…I had a family, but they died ten years ago."

"How'd they die?"

"Rugarus…"

"Rugarus? Well, you seem pretty close with them if they are the ones that killed your family." Dean observed.

"Close? It wasn't exactly my choice. The only reason they didn't kill me was because they couldn't. So instead, they brought me with them. Partly to figure out what the hell I was and partly to see if I could team up with them. They are always recruiting…" She looked away from them. "I was six…it's not like I knew well enough to fight back. I had no idea what I was capable of. That was back when I thought I was human."

"What are you capable of?" Sam asked.

Her jaw tightened. "I still don't really know… I don't want to know."

It wasn't until that moment when Dean realized that there was not a single part of this kid that wanted to be whatever the hell she was. He wished he hadn't have been so angry. If he was a monster, he wouldn't be going around advertising it to hunters either. He shook his head, the anger that was once towards Wren came right back at him.

Wren finally looked up at the two hunters, just wishing she could tell what they were thinking. "So what happens now?"