Five hours later I was drifting off to sleep in the Impala, after listening to music and watching tv on my phone for the first half of the ten hour drive.

As Dean, Sam, Cas, and I walked down into the bunker's garage I asked, "Why don't we just ask Castiel to take us to this forest?" But, right as I said this, Cas took it upon himself to fly back to wherever he came from leaving me with an awkward ten hour drive to Wham, Iowa (where the forest was located).

I woke up about an hour later at about 10:00 pm, and found that we were parked in a gas station. For a second I couldn't see Dean or Sam, but then I spotted them standing in the dark next to the gas station, talking. Dean kept on making worried glances in the cars direction, so I sank down in the seat, not wanting to alert him to my being awake.

I discreetly tried to open the window just a crack, hoping to catch some of their conversation. "I don't know what to do Sam. I just know that I can't let her grow up in this life."

Sam said, "Dean, today she meant a demon and then an angel and then got in a car with two strangers to go hunt a Wendigo. I think she is tough enough to handle this life."

"No! I will not let my daughter grow up with all this. I won't let her get scars from being bitten by a vamp, I won't let her bruises get cracked from being tossed aside by a werewolf, and I certainly will not let her sacrifice having a life just to grow up half dead in a job that take everything from you and gives nothing in return. What happened to you, you used to want out of this life, how could you expect to force your niece into it? Its like every since you were-"

Dean was cut off by Sam, who suddenly had an even deeper voice, saying, "Possessed? Dean how many times do I have to go over this with you? You cannot tell Sam, because then he would eject me and we would both be too weak to survive."

"Yah, I know Zeke."

"Good… were what?" Sam said, his voice suddenly becoming higher in pitch.

"Huh?" asked Dean, clearly as confused as me.

"Were what? You didn't finish you sentence," said Sam.

Dean said, "Oh, um… it's just that ever since you went through these trials you have been off."

"I'm fine," Sam insisted, "Let's get back on the road."

Then the boys walked back to the car and got inside, and I pretended to still be asleep. My mind was whirling with what had just happened between Sam and Dean. Sam was obviously possessed, and it seemed to be healing him or at least keeping him alive, but was he possessed by a demon or something else? My mind wandered back to Cas and how we looked human, but clearly wasn't. I started to wonder if maybe angels had to possess humans to stay on the Earth, because obviously there aren't people with wings and halos wandering around the Earth.

Eventually I actually drifted off to sleep and when I woke up we were parked beside a crappy motel labeled, "Golden Door Motel."

Dean and Sam were unloading their duffel bags from the car and I got out of the car to unload my bag. We walked to the door of the motel room, silent. When I realized that the boys hadn't given me a key to my room I asked them for one. Dean and Sam's eyes widened as if they had forgotten I was there. I rolled my eyes and said, "I am not sharing a room with you two so one of you better go get me a key to my own room."

A few minutes later Dean returned with a key, relieving Sam and me of the awkward silence that had settled when he left.

I went into my own room with the instructions to be awake at seven so that Dean and Sam could collect my saliva samples for the DNA test before heading to the police station. I put my bags on one of the two twin beds in the room and then sat in the other, staring at myself in the mirror on the wall.

My blonde hair was frizzy and matted, and there were dark circles under my eyes. My clothes were wrinkled from laying down in the Impala for sleep; I just looked plain tired. Eventually I got myself off the bed and took a shower before opening my laptop and googling the word Wendigo at the table next to the window.

All kinds of myths and lore surrounded the Wendigo, all of them scary. At that moment all of what I had seen that day (technically yesterday since it was about 3 am in Wham) hit me, and I felt the tears start to pool over my eye lids and go down my cheeks. Sobs wracked my body but I kept them silent, not wanting Sam or Dean to hear me through the thin walls. I layed back down in bed and before I could even crawl under the covers sleep closed my eyes and forced my mind to dream.