After an hour or so of smooth driving, I get the hang of it and Sam has to pry my fingers off the wheels when he tells me to get some rest and let him take over. At last, I ride shot gun and he gets his drive. We talk a bit, enjoying the sunrise up ahead.

"How are you coping with this life so far?" Sam asks. "I guess it's a big jump for you."

I lean against the car window which is up because it's raining at the moment. I chuckle wryly, "A big jump is an understatement. I shifted countries in a blink of an eye. It doesn't get any bigger than that." I pause before continuing, "This life isn't easy with all its blood and gore, but it's something I can get used to. At least I get to save people."

"Really?" He raises his eyebrows. "From my experience, this is not a glamorous life to live. I mean, you just got abducted and tortured a little more than a week back. Doesn't that affect you?"

I smile sadly and reply, "I suppose it's not always sunshine and flowers but it's just the Key I have been cursed with. I just have to live with it, I guess. Keep fighting. My Dad always says to keep facing forwards and never look back, so that's what I'm gonna do." I shrug, "Besides the fact that I'm now a high school dropout not that it really matters, I'm dead back home, being out of school isn't so bad."

Sam chuckles and guesses, "Tough crowds?"

I count off with my fingers as I list off, "Bullies, Jessie, jerks, jocks, Jessie, social anxieties, teasing, no friends, Jessie, school in general, demanding school teachers and did I mention this girl Jessie?"

"Who's she? You don't seem to like her very much," Sam observes.

I shrug, "She broke into my house that night, demon possessed and I couldn't tell the difference." I sigh, remembering my last life. "On the best days, she would leave me alone and probably stare at me or something. Other times," I look at him, "It's unbearable." I chuckle half-heartedly once more before saying, "Enough about my life, and what about you?"

He hesitates before answering, "I've been through a lot. Dean and I grew up in this business. Our dad taught us everything and when he thought we were old enough, he left us his journal with everything he knows in it. Dean worshipped our dad and followed him as close as he could. I wanted a normal life, so I went to college and had a girlfriend and everything but things didn't go as planned."

I nod, knowing better than to ask what happened to his tertiary studies. "At least you were prepared for this life," I mutter.

He shakes his head, "With this lifestyle, you're never prepared for anything. There's always something new, something terrifying…. Something painful." He looks at me and I can see the blue of the dawn skies reflect in his eyes.

"You've seen a lot," I state, turning back to watch the pink skies, "the both of you. I mean, I don't know how old you guys are. Physically, you guys are fit and at the prime of your life. I personally believe that the eyes are the windows to your souls and both your souls are wise, aged and tired."

He nods, "Dean and I have literally gone to hell and back before. We've seen everyone we have ever loved die and if we're lucky, we watch them die several times. It's like we're cursed or something."

I give a half smile, "Well, I have lost both my parents, who are possibly the only people I ever loved, in one night. Maybe it's nothing compared to what you've been through but hey, it's the past. You can remember it but don't get lost in it." I look down at my pendant that I seem to have been toying with unconsciously. "Looking back, I'm glad I followed you crazy monkeys. We fight sometimes and we are definitely not living the high life, but we get to have our fun and I really like having fun with you guys."

Sam laughs, "I think that's because we let you drink beer."

"And you two still can't beat me at drinking games," I mock. "Seriously though, you guys are amazing people whether or not you think you are. I mean, you're the best family I've ever had. You're like these two big brothers to me. I've always wanted a big brother that kicks ass and now I have two," I say as I watch his smile get wider even though he fights it.

"Thanks," he says after a long pause. "Actually, how do you keep your liquor down? I mean, I can drink some and Dean once drank vodka like it was water but still we can't beat you."

I laugh, "I'll tell you my secret." I lean in and hold the tension on for as long as I can before stage whispering, "It's in my blood." Sam scoffs in disbelief and I say, "It's true! It runs in my mother's side. My grandfather and his brothers will empty out any restaurant's inventory. I can't beat them though, the blood gets tarnished as it goes on."

We have a moment of silence before Sam speaks up again. "Why did you follow us in the first place? I mean, before your dad told you about the whole Summoning Key thing? You could have just run away that first day, but you didn't."

"Gut instinct?" I shrug jokingly, "Or maybe I get to follow two good looking men around town so I stayed." I shake my head. "I'm not sure," I start, "but I think it all has to do with that angel that came down and brought me here in the first place. Things happen for a reason, so I guess I just went with the flow. My mother always said the angels will watch over us, I just had to keep the faith."

"Faith?" He huffs. "You still have faith?"

"Of course," I say. "Without faith, where would you be?"

"I think lost my faith a long way back," he says. "Through my thirty-one years of life, faith hasn't done much for me. You trust someone and they turn out to be backstabbers or they take advantage of you."

"At least now I know how old you are," I comment to lighten the mood. "How old is he, then?" I cock my head to the back seat.

"Thirty-five, but the way he acts sometimes," Sam smiles and shakes his head. "You'd think the thirty is silent."

I smile. "I disagree about you losing your faith," I tell him.

"Why do you say that?" He asks.

"I've seen you and your brother in action," I say. "You may not have much hope for the rest of the world, but one thing you still hold to is him and vice versa. There's where your faith lies, in family. Everybody needs faith. Without it, we will just wander aimlessly on earth or just die."

He gives a small laugh and a nod. "Are you sure you're only sixteen? You've told me something wiser than any older people have given to me."

I chuckle, "Last I checked, yes I am. Let's talk about something less depressing, it's a new day and I don't wanna spoil it with morbid topics."

"Okay," he laughs. "What do you want to talk about?"

I tap my index finger on my chin thoughtfully. "I want to find out more about you two. Your birthdays, full names, favourite colours, everything."

Ok, this ending is a bit weird. think of it as those conversations where the car just drive into the sunset kind of thing. There was more to it but I didn't like how it went so I cut it all out. But okay.