'So, all of these things that are myths or whatever, they're real?' The three of them were sat in a small all night diner/café opposite the motel. Sophie was curled on the plastic seating, a mug of coffee folded in both her hands. She seemed shaken but to the brother's surprise, acceptance.

'Yeah.' Dean was slouched down low in his chair, one foot resting on a stool in front. Both of his arms rested on the back of the booth, the fingers on his right hand were tapping a tuneless melody. He wasn't concentrating. It was obvious to Sam that he needed to think about what had happened that night. The Shtriga had prayed on Dean's mind for over a decade, it was time he had chance to let it go. Which

Sam in contrast was leaning over the table towards Sophie. He had taken the role of explaining what was going on and what they did. Choosing not to mention their mother he'd explained only briefly their quest for a particular demon. Sophie hadn't pushed it. She was too taken aback for the moment.

Dean was slightly perturbed by his brother's eagerness to explain their lives. It felt to him, like they were burdening with Sophie. She was now party to this: destined to be hurt by their lives.

'Right. Sorry but I'm gonna go get some sleep.' Dean stood up, stretched and then nodding at his brother and Sophie, left.

'Sorry about him.' Sam said after he was out of earshot.

'Why?' Sophie asked before she shrugged and smiled.

'Did you want another?' Sam indicated her coffee and then stood when she'd nodded.

Returning with the drinks Sam leant back against the seating. Sophie was still curled up but was, seemingly, comfortable.

'Thanks.'

'It's okay. So now you know why we're travelling- what about you?'

'Oh not much of a story really. I was studying in England when my dad died. I was in my third year, just. When I flew home for the funeral it kinda dawned on me. My stepmother was older than my dad and so her kids, my stepbrothers are at least 9years older than I am. She'd done her part for students and teenagers, plus we'd never really gotten on. I was… I am…'

'On your own?' Sam recognised the tone in her voice. He'd used it himself, before things had turned out with his dad and Dean.

'Yeah. After that I couldn't see the point of finishing my course. It had another two or three years left and I'd just lost interest. I wanted to see people that I hadn't seen. To live a little bit. So I left uni and started travelling.'

'You're not completely on your own then.' Sam said trying to comfort her somehow.

'No. I've got friends and the occasional aunt.'

'What about your real mom?' Sam's curiosity overcame his sensitivity.

'Oh. She and my baby sister died.'

'I'm so sorry.'

'It's okay. I was only two… Really broke my dad up though. You see- they died in a fire at our house. Dad was convinced it was his fault, swore blind there was someone in the baby's room.'

'What?' Sam's heart thundered in his chest. Part of him was praying that he was mistaken but somehow he knew. Meeting her three times and now this it was too much of a coincident. Sophie and her sister were like them. Only not as lucky.

'My dad. He told everyone that he'd seen a guy in my baby sister's room the night of the fire. Maintained right until he died that he killed my mother. Fire hides a murder he always said.'

Sam's eyes were tightly shut now. There were no other options not now.

'Wanna head back? Get some sleep?' Sophie nodded.

She slept on the sofa in the motel room. Sam waited for Sophie to fall asleep before waking his brother.

'Sam? What's going on?' Dean rolled to face his brother looking perplexed and annoyed.

'It's Sophie.' Dean sat up suddenly but then caught sight of the sleeping girl. He looked at Sam with his eyebrows raised.

'What about her?'

'She's like you. Like us.'

'What do you mean like us?'

'The demon. It killed her mother and baby sister.' Dean seemed to need a few minutes to compute the information. During this time his gaze returned the sleeping form.

'So?' came the eventual reply. Sam was shocked and angry. He couldn' comprehend this. What did he mean so!

'What!'

'No! We can't just wake her up and say "hey Soph, guess what? That demon we mentioned killed our mom and now it turns out it killed yours too! Welcome to the Club!"'

'But she deserves to know.'

'Does she? She deserves to have her life turned upside down? She deserves to spend the rest of her life knowing that not only that demons and whatever are real but that one killed her family?'

'Wouldn't you rather know?'

'No. Sammy, I'd rather have a normal life.'

'But…'

'Look Sam, she's spent what twenty-one? Twenty-two? Years not knowing. Why should we ruin that for her? Why take the ignorance away from her?'

'Dean…'

'What?' Dean's voice had begun quietly but had grown. When he turned in the direction of his brother's gaze he realised what he'd done, exactly as he'd just sarcastically suggested. Woken Sophie Jackson up and in some way initiated her to the club.

The sofa was empty and her bag was gone. When Sam and Dean rushed out onto the motel's car park that was empty too.

'Damn.' Said Dean.