Hey! I'm back with another one. I'd like to personally thank babyreaper for being this story's first review, and also KookieKing for his continuous support and stroking of my ego. Anyways, hope you guys enjoy and please don't forget to review.

She drove for about 3 hours or so on the 40 highway and got to Albuquerque before the tank got low on gas. She pulled into the nearest motel she could find and rented a room for the night, using one of many credit cards she owned to pay the sixty-five dollar fee. This one referred to her as Grace Motalvo. The room had a King sized bed and a decent sized TV. The bed was comfortable but the sheets were somewhat dirty, she just threw those aside though. She curled up on the bed and turned on the TV. Flipping through channels she finally settled on some Japanese game show. Even though she had no idea what they were saying, it was pretty hilarious. She drifted off to sleep a while later.

She bolted awake, her mouth open in a silent scream. Beads of sweat dripping down her forehead and her limbs momentarily paralyzed from fear. Nightmares, she had them almost every night. Panting and sweating she got up and began to get dressed, putting on her black, furry trench coat she left the motel and walked to the gas station across the street. Luckily it was open 24/7, it was three in the morning. She bought a jerry can and filled it up about halfway, "This should be enough." She said, sloshing it around. She walked back to the car and opened the gas door. As she was filling it she heard a deep, rough voice say, "Nice car." She turned, saying "Oh thank y-" She stopped, seeing the person who had spoken, It was the man that broke into the factory back in Gallup.

"I can explain." She said.

"Oh, you don't need to." He said, stepping forward.

"Dean." Another voice called out, it belonged to the taller one that he was with before.

"I got this Sam. So, you wanna tell me why in the hell you stole my car?" Dean said, pushing her away from the Impala and standing in front of it protectively.

"Look, I thought you were dead!"

"What?"

"You walked into a demon-infested den with a gun and a knife for chrissake! In my experience neither of those aren't very affective."

"You're a hunter?" Sam said, surprised.

"Yeah."

"But, you're like... what? Thirteen?"

"I'm sixteen!"

"Okay, sorry! That's still pretty damn young."

"Yeah, well... I have my reasons."

"If you two are done," Dean interrupted, "I'd like to get my friggin' keys back."

The girl pulled them out of her coat pocket and tossed them over to him. He snatched them out of the air and got into the Impala. "Oh, Baby, the mean lady didn't hurt you did she?" He said putting his hands on the wheel. The girl tried not to laugh as Sam scoffed and shook his head. "So you were at the factory?" Sam asked her. "Yeah, I've been tracking them for almost three years. I climbed onto the roof and heard voices in the maintenance stairway, it was a trap, they were waiting for me."

"So you were the "bitch" they were looking for?" Dean said, receiving a glare from the girl. He raised his hands in the air and said, "Their words, not mine."

"Yeah... How'd you get out anyways?"

"Easy," Dean said, "We killed them."

"What?" She said. "You can't kill a demon!"

"You'd be surprised at what we can do kiddo."

She was a little shocked. They can kill demons... She thought, realizing how tremendously helpful these two could be.

"So," She said, "how'd you find me anyways?"

Dean reached into his back pocket and pulled out a cell phone. Tapping the screen a few times he then held it out to her, showing the screen. On it was a map with a blinking orange light seemingly highlighting the area where they were standing.

"You put a tracker on your car?" She asked.

"Yup."

She raised her eyebrows but decided not to comment. "Did you see a guy in there? Long brown hair, bushy beard. A scar running over his mouth?"

The two looked at each other and they both shrugged their shoulders. Sam said. "Not that I remember."

"I saw him go in there..." She said, confused.

"Why's he so special anyway?" Dean asked.

"He killed my entire family." She said, not moving her gaze from his eyes. Dean swallowed and shifted around awkwardly.

"I'm really sorry." Sam said, "Our mom was killed by a demon too."

"What happened to it? The demon, I mean."

"We killed him." Dean said.

"Good." She paused for a few seconds. "If that dick snuck away then I'll have to track him... again. I could use some help."

"Sorry kid, we can't re-" He stopped as Sam kicked his ankle. "Dean, can I speak to you privately for a moment?"

"Okay..."

Sam smiled at the girl and walked with Dean to the other side of the parking lot. "What the hell are you thinking Dean?"

"I'm thinking we've got enough on our plate already!"

"She's just a kid!"

"She's sixteen, Sam. We were hunting years before that! She can handle herself."

"Yeah, but we had dad, and each other. She's alone, she's got no one."

Dean looked up, pondering his decision. "Fine!" he said, "We'll help her."

"Good." Said Sam.

"Just one day though, we've got enough crap to do already."