AN: So sorry I haven't uploaded in a while, been really busy, but I hope you enjoy it anyway :)

I awoke to the sound of Metallica playing and Dean tapping his fingers in time with it on the steering wheel. Rubbing my eyes, I spoke with my croaky morning voice, "Are we nearly there?"

Dean turned to see me awake, "Morning, and yeah, just down this track here."

Looking out the window, I noticed that we were following a dirt track into some place in the woods, completely away from anyone else or anything. An isolated cabin came into sights, surrounded by imposing trees, towering over us. As we neared the cabin, I noticed many markings painted on the sides and windows. They seemed like religious markings, some sorts of spiritual symbols. What was this?

The impala came to a quick halt as Dean turned the engine off and began fumbling with his keys. Sam's head turned to face me, "We're gonna stay here for a few days." As he glanced at the house and then back to me, his eyebrows raised inquisitively, "Did Bobby ever tell you what kind of work he did?"

I thought for a moment and remembered back to one of mine and Bobby's talks, he had mentioned it once or twice every time I asked him what he was up to, but he always seemed to dodge any details of it. "He said he did some sort of police work every now and then, but he was usually off duty. Why?" It was such a strange question to ask at this time.

"No reason." Sam was blunt and got off the subject briskly, giving Dean an anxious look, and Dean returning it. Sam, Dean and I stepped out of the impala, and made our way over to the cabin covered with the strange shapes. I decided it would be best not to ask about them just for now, and just to focus on getting used to this arrangement.

Dean put his key into the door and turned it, the rusty lock jammed a couple of times but it managed to creak open, revealing a rather small near empty room. Simply a wooden and scratched coffee table, a two seated couch, battered and old, a rather small TV in the corner, facing the couch was all that lay in this room. As I looked in further, I saw a kitchen, a microwave set on the countertop with a cheap fridge next to it. Dean and Sam sauntered inside, Sam placing his duffel bag on the couch, sitting next to it and gesturing for me to come in too. "You might as well make yourself at home Hannah, you're gonna be here for a few days." I did as I was told; slamming the weak door behind me while walking over to Sam to return the jacket he had given to me before we left. I held it out and set it on the arm of the couch, Sam smiling and nodding his head at me.

I observed the rest of the cabin and realised another door leading somewhere else. Dean must have seen my staring and spoke, "That's the bedroom, you wanna sleep in there or on the couch?" he offered kindly, perching next to Sam while unscrewing the cap of a bottle of water and drinking from it.

I hesitated, not wanting to cause a fuss, "Um, I'll go wherever there's space." I tried smiling but I never was good at that really.

Dean nodded, "Sammy and I'll stay in here, it's fine." Sam smiled at me. I nodded, nervously making my way for the bedroom, when Dean spoke again, "You want anything from the store?" He screwed the cap back on his bottle and placed it on the table, standing up again and glancing at his watch. I shook my head, not wanting to be a pain, once again. "You sure?" He seemed to be wary of pressuring me into anything, even the simple things like food. I nodded and swiftly made my way into the bedroom to be with the best kind of company, my own company.

I examined the bedroom, the single bed with its many different layers of dull blankets, the moth eaten curtains draped shut over the window, the chipped wooden drawers in the corner of the box room. The floorboards creaked as I took steps towards the drawers which I realised were empty. Although, I didn't need any space for my items; I had none of them with me, they were all back at home, everything. I contemplated what would happen to them all while I wasn't there, while traversing over to the window. Would the police want to see my bedroom? Use it for evidence or something? Or would Rick of tried to sell some it perhaps, being the cold hearted man he was. This led me on to think about what would happen to Rick. He'd probably find a way out of getting caught, like he always did. He'd most probably blame it on me, twisting it around so very much to say I more or less enjoyed it and laughed while killing my mother. He always managed to turn everything into a situation where he was the victim, or he was the good guy, it was one of his 'talents'.

Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. Knocking me into realisation of what this had done to her. I stared my mother in the eyes as she held my hands in hers over the dinner table. "Hannah, it's not safe for us to leave, you know that. Rick's a kind man remember, he let us live here with him." She painted on a fake smile and squeezed my hand, "I know you don't really like it here, but we can't just leave him here like this. It wouldn't be fair on him." My own mother, who was once a strong and independent woman, had come to the point where she believed what Rick had told her while beating the living daylight out of her every other night. I tried to tell her that we could leave him, start a life together away from it all, but she was having none of it. "Now if you mention this stupid idea one more time to me Hannah," she began to grow frustrated with me, "So help me, I don't know what I'll do. If Rick heard you talking like this he'd punish you, and so he should." She released my hands and stood up from the table and brushed herself off before warning me one last time, "Look, Rick's gonna be home anytime now, so you keep your big mouth shut until I say so. Got it?" I nodded, before leaving the table with my head bowed in shame up to my bedroom, wondering how it had come to this.

"Stop it!" I murmured to myself, I had a bad habit of going off into my own world, remembering the past, the good and the bad, although, there wasn't really much good to think about. I had been daydreaming and managed to lie down on top of the blankets on the bed. Sitting up and checking the time on my watch, I noticed it was already 2:30pm. I swung my legs onto the floorboards and paced over to the window, drawing the curtains to reveal a grey and rainy day outside, just to match my mood. The rain pattered on the window at a steady pace, rhythmically soothing and tempting me to go back into my own world right then and there, but I couldn't do that anymore. It would just disappoint me when I came into realisation that anyone I ever had would never see me again, except for Bobby of course. I'd always have Bobby. And his two friends seemed nice enough too, I suppose.