Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait, I have finals coming up and so I've been busy studying. I hope that this was worth the wait!

Disclaimer: If only I owned them…the things I could do to them…hee hee. Eleanor is mine though.

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"It was very entertaining." Elle said between giggles.

Sam snorted. "I'm pretty sure we both looked like idiots. Sometimes I would be the narrator, and Dean would act out what I would say. Or, we would both review the info first, and then act it out together, one of us being the hunter, and the other the big baddie of the day. We'd depict exactly how one was to kill said nasty beastie, and then whoever was the beastie — it was normally me — would play dead. And then Elle would cry out, and run over to me. 'Sammy! Sammy!' she would shout. 'Dean! You killed Sammy!' The first couple times we did it she actually thought…and so she'd start to cry and grab onto me, shaking me. I'd 'come back to life' and have to hold her for awhile, to calm her down. She caught on pretty quickly though, and so she'd creep over to me, knowing that I was going to jump up and tickle her.

But that was only when we were younger. I mean Dean and I…we tried to make life easy for Elle, as normal as possible. But that got harder as we got older, and Dad started to reveal more about his jobs. Elle realized that our life wasn't all fun and games pretty quickly, and she began to ask me the same questions that I had asked Dean growing up. Plus, our training got more grueling as we got older, and we had to grow up pretty quickly. Elle and I still had our special bond..."

Elle gave Sam a no signal in their own special way, to the point where Kay didn't even notice, but then again, how could she…Sam kept going, no breaks in his story.

"but Dean…he acted more grown up, to impress Dad. Dean was sick of sitting around the motel watching us; he wanted to go on the hunt. He finally got his wish right before he turned sixteen, and then it was just me and Elle, chilling out."

"We did get first dibs on the TV. And dinner." Elle put in quietly.

Sam laughed. "Yea, that's true. And then it was finally our turn to join the hunt…Elle was too damned young, but Dad wouldn't listen to me. We were at this abandoned asylum, in Texas I think it was. Dad was hunting some patient that used to live there…he'd decided to stick around and kill unwanted visitors. We all had weapons, and we were searching the place, in our regular army configuration that Dad had taught us. We were in the heart of the building, and Dad had just gone into a room, when the door closed right behind him. We were separated. He started yelling orders at us through the door, telling us to stay together and be on alert, when Elle was knocked to the ground. Dean and I started yelling, and Dad shouted for us to get out of the way, and he started shooting at the lock on the door, trying to get it open. Elle was farther down the hallway, but I could hear her screams…"

"I don't really remember much from that night. I could hear a door being kicked open and Dad cursing," Elle interrupted. "I looked up to see what was pulling me, even though I knew what it was. It didn't stop dragging me until we had reached a back room, littered with bones. It looked down on me...It smiled, and its mouth…the teeth..." Elle shivered. "I heard a girl screaming, but I couldn't tell it was me…but I felt its fingers…slicing into me. I don't remember much else, it almost seems like a dream…but I remember Sam putting my head in his lap telling me everything was going to be okay, and Dean saying 'It's all my fault.'" Elle stopped and looked at Sam to finish telling what she couldn't remember.

"We had tracked where the spirit had taken Elle by the…blood trail on the floor. Dad was in the lead, with us right behind him. When we reached its lair Dad burst right in, with us right on his heels. Dad started shooting immediately, and Dean and I crawled over to Elle, to avoid the gunfire. By then she had lost so much blood she was going in and out…she was so white…I remember the ghost's death roar as Dad finally salted and burned the bones, and then Dad rushed over to us. He took one look at Elle and paled…he scooped her up and ran to the car, and we sped to the E.R. 134 stitches and a ton of blood transfusions later we emerged, with Elle only having a few scars to show for it. Dad never really forgave Dean for what happened because,"

"Elle got hurt and it was his job to look out for her."

Sam nodded. "But it wasn't Dean's fault, it was Dad's. We both told him Elle was too young, that hunting was too dangerous, and that she wasn't ready. He didn't listen, and Elle paid the price. Dean was pissed at me about it; he didn't see why he had to take all the blame when I had told Dad the exact same things he had told him. Dad and I were already clashing by then, and Dad tended not to listen to what I said to him, so Dean decided that it really was his fault. I almost think that Dean blamed Elle as well; my thought is that he figured that Elle hadn't taken the hunt seriously, and so she wasn't really on high alert, but then he realized that Dad's a… But Elle's relationship with Dean was never the same after that. Anyway, if it was possible, Dean and I got even more protective, and from that night on Elle and I stayed at the hotel while Dean went with Dad, until she got be 15. And then hunting officially became a family affair, but Dean and I always kept an eye on Elle; it got us hurt a couple times. We kept that up, bouncing around from one town to another until…"

"A few months ago. Sam had just finished high school, and we were in a hotel room, waiting for Dad and Dean to bring some food back. Now you have to realize that at this time our motel room was split in two, the 'Samelle' side, as Dean called it, and the 'Mr.'s Right' on the other. Dad and Sam were fighting all the time; Sam didn't see why Dad would want to endanger our lives to protect others. Sam wanted to stay in one place — for at least a short time — so I could take my ACTs, stop hunting for awhile. Dad was starting to get a little reckless; I was being bait a lot, and that worried Sam. Now Dean, he didn't like what Dad was doing either; but with his blind faith in the man…he didn't speak up. I fought with both of them too; Dad because he treated me like a baby, and Dean because he would say one thing to Sam and I, and then back Dad up the next minute concerning the same topic. I even yelled at Sam…"

Elle stopped, glancing at her brother. He squeezed her hand gently.

"Sam wanted a normal life, he wanted to go to college, live the traditional life, and he wanted the same for me. So, we started talking about colleges, and where Sam wanted to go. We went online and printed some applications out. We would fill them out whenever Dad and Dean were gone, and then we sent them out. He got accepted to every single one. But Stanford, with its free ride and everything…Sam was ecstatic, but we didn't know how to break it to Dad. We told him right after a really challenging job. Dad was…obstinate in his ruling. Poor Sam here got the whole 'hunting is our lives' speech, and he said that Sam would be abandoning his family."

"I then foolishly told him that there was a high school a block away, and that I would be taking Elle with me, so she could have her senior year of high school in one place. Dad was livid."

"But you two left anyway."

"Hmm. But as Elle and I left Dad said one thing, 'If you walk out that door don't bother coming back.' We haven't talked to them since then."

"Dean always took the orders that Dad gave him, so I'm sure that's why we haven't heard from him either. And if we do hear from him it will be to tell us that Dad is dead or missing or something like that. Sam and I actually have bets on the whole thing. I placed mine on him calling to tell us that something is after us, and Sam's is on the 'how are you doing' option. I'll win."

"No, I think I'll win."

"You keep thinking that. And the knife was stashed under there because I was cleaning it, and I forgot to put it back in with the rest of my stash."

"Wow. No wonder you didn't tell me. Your life is messed up. Borderline crazy even. But for some reason I believe you."

"I wish I could tell you that this is all a joke but it's not Kay. We took weapons with us because Dad has a rep among the baddies of the world, and so he has a lot of enemies. And some will do anything to get at him, especially coming after us, because we're his weak spot so to say."

"Do you have any questions for us?" Sam had asked her.

"Yeah, one."

"Shoot."

"Have any cookies?"

And that had been a year and a half ago. Kay smiled. Elle had been wrong in her judgment of Dean, for he had called, at Christmas time, to see how things were going. Finally reaching her own house, she was kind of disappointed at how boring her own life seemed compared to that of her friends.

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TBC

Well, that was chapter three. I'd love to hear about what you think of the story so far, and if you have any suggestions of what you'd like to see in here, let me know!