A knock came thudding on the door of the bedroom followed by a voice, "Hannah, You gonna come and eat?" It was Dean.

I thought for a second before replying, biting my fingernails, "Um, yeah, sure." I walked over to the door and opened it to see Dean's smiling face. I carried on walking after attempting to return the smile and looked over to the kitchen where three meals from what I presumed to be a fast food place lay individually wrapped on the counter. This time, I genuinely smiled; I hadn't eaten a meal like this in a while, probably a couple of years.

It was just something we never really did. Mainly because Rick would spend all of his money on beer and such, and then he'd tell my mom what food she had to buy at the grocery store and that would be it, we didn't have our own say in the food we ate. It was the things many people would take for granted which I appreciate the most.

I darted over to the kitchen without a second thought, forgetting any of my manners. I eyed each of them, wondering which was mine. I looked back to Sam and Dean who seemed to be amused by my excitement, Dean chuckling and then asking, "You not ever had fast food, kid?" He took a few steps over to the spot next to me and pointed to the one on the left, "That's yours." He picked up the other two and handed one of them to Sam before taking a seat on the edge of the coffee table. Sam following him and sitting on the couch, grabbing the remote and turning the cheap TV on. I released a sigh of happiness for the first time in a long while before rushing over to the couch and sitting next to Sam.

Over the crinkling and rustling of us opening our meals was the TV, it was the news. A man sat at the desk and began talking about the government and all that crap. I didn't understand any of it but just listened while lifting the most delicious burger to my mouth and taking small bites to savour the taste. The presenter then moved on to the main headlines, "A young woman named Jasmine Martin was murdered in her own home in South Dakota yesterday. Her partner was the only one in the house at the time except for her 13 year old daughter, Hannah, who was nowhere to be seen at the time of the death. Police are investigating further into the murder and disappearance as we speak. However, it hasn't been 24 hours since the incident, therefore, the police are still hoping for the young girl's safe return soon. Our reporter, Claire, has more on the story…" Dean and Sam had stopped chewing and their eyes were glued to the screen. Sam nodded at me with a sympathetic smile as if to ask if I were okay. I nodded in reply and then went back to the screen as a woman stood outside my house and held a microphone to her mouth. "I am here at the scene of the crime where investigators are still searching the premises for evidence of who committed the murder and what actually happened last night. Jasmine's partner Rick was taken in for questioning in the early hours of this morning but there has been no further news on this matter. Here we have some neighbours of the family who were nearby at the time of the event." She turned to three people who lived down my street, one of which was my English teacher at school. They all took their turn in stating they heard a scream and some commotion, then wishing for my safe return. I felt as if I had let these people down, knowing I wouldn't be returning home, just watching them all run around like headless chickens to find the facts of that night when it was only myself and Rick who knew the truth. Although, I doubt Rick would have told the actual story at all.

The reporter carried on stating the few facts she had been told by the police which were entirely wrong. The police had the impression someone had broken into the house, murdered my mom and kidnapped me. They didn't realise how far off they were. But that was a good thing, I suppose, if nobody ever knew the truth, they wouldn't be able to find me, right?

The news report ended and both Dean and Sam turned to me, Dean spoke first. "You okay?" I nodded, I wasn't really but I wasn't going to lay all of my problems on him like that. "You sure? You can tell us you know."

Sam spoke up too, "We're Bobby's friends, and a friend of Bobby's is a friend of ours."

There was silence for just a few moments before Dean broke it, "You know, if you're gonna be living with Bobby, you're gonna be seeing a lot of us." He carried on with his explanation, "You might as well get used to us or it's gonna make this situation harder than it already is, don't you think so?" He looked at me straight in the eyes. "Listen I'm not much of a 'talk about your feelings' kind of person, but the truth is, you can't go on like this, not talking to anyone unless you really have to." He was being friendly.

I realised what he was saying was true and came to the conclusion that he was right, I had to start thinking about other stuff than my past, it would just ruin the present and the future. I smiled at him in appreciation for knocking some sense into me before speaking myself, "Do you mind if I ask a question?"

Dean sat up slightly and smiled back at me, "Not at all."

I took a deep breath in, "What are all of these weird symbols around the house?" I exhaled with relief. But their faces stiffened up as they swapped anxious looks, Dean's jaw clenching while he seemed to be thinking.

"It's just because, well…" Dean began to stutter as if he knew the answer but didn't want to tell me. "Okay, listen kid, what I'm about to tell you is gonna sound pretty weird but please just don't freak out." I began to get anxious myself while waiting for him to explain. "Bobby doesn't work for the police, he's a hunter…" He began.

"Like, he goes and hunts deer and stuff?" I asked, trying to understand why this would be such a big deal.

He scrunched up his nose, "Not exactly," He looked over to Sam and then back to me, "He hunts… demons."