I stared at them in confusion, were they crazy? Demons? Demon hunters? "Bobby's a 'demon hunter'?"

Dean cleared his throat, "Yeah, and so are we." He looked at Sam and so did I.

"You're 'demon hunters'?"

"Yeah I know it's weird but don't freak out, please." Dean held his hands up, "We hunt demons and ghosts and send them back to where they belong because they are all evil sons of bitches."

I stared at him in disbelief; he was talking crazy, surely. "Okay, so demons kill people and you kill the demons, yeah?" I tried my hardest to be on the same wave length as them. They nodded in unison. "And you've been doing this for how long?"

"Well," Sam started, "We were brought into it as kids but I only really started when I was supposed to be at Stanford because Dean wanted me to…"

Dean interrupted him, "Yeah, long story short, we've been doing it a while now, Bobby's been in the hunting business a lot longer too."

I took a breath and calmed down, taking everything in, "And what does that have to do with the symbols on the walls?"

"They keep off demons and ghosts and stuff."

"Okay, I get it, umm… great." I got quieter as I spoke, wandering away into my thoughts and the endless amounts of questions going through my mind. Why hadn't Bobby told me this? We're other people demon hunters too? How had they not been killed yet? That last question actually came out of my mouth instead of staying in my head.

"We're wondering that too." Sam smirked while reaching for the remote and turning the TV off.

We carried on the conversation for quite some time. It was mainly me just asking questions such as what kind of stuff they'd come across. They went on to tell tales of what they did on a daily basis, all the way from vengeful spirits, to a killer clown, although my personal favourite had to be the wendigo. "So, are you working on a case now?" I asked, hinting slightly towards finding out more.

"Well, we just finished one with some crossroad demons." Dean enlightened me on what a crossroad demon was. "Anyway, you sure do ask a lot of questions once you get talking." He winked at me in a joking manner.

Embarrassingly, I blushed and then went to say one more thing on the subject, "Can I help?" It came from my mouth a lot quieter than I expected, my nerves began to come back as they exchanged glances between them.

"It's pretty dangerous stuff, Hannah." Sam begun, "but I'm pretty sure once this situation is a lot more settled we could let you help in some way." He smiled at me before going back to the last of his fries.

We finished our meals and cleaned up, the day had gone by so fast; the sky outside was getting darker by the minute and stars were beginning to unveil in the midst of the dispersed clouds. A yawn slipped through my lips as I rested back down on the couch. Sam was leaned against the wall on the floor at the other side of the room with his laptop on his knees, his eyes fixated on the screen. Dean was on the phone, trying to get through to somebody, he kept mumbling angry words to himself every time it didn't work, and well that was what I'd gathered while observing their actions. I leaned my head back in relaxation, closing my eyes and drifting off into my world of thoughts and memories…

I hadn't gone to school that day. I really just didn't feel like it after that argument at breakfast. After I walked out of my front door, I went straight to a park a few streets away so that they wouldn't see that I wasn't at school; Rick or my mom never came around these parts. I mooched around all day, making sure to keep a large distance away from school or from home. Then as 4 o'clock came, I began to stroll back home just like I usually would.

On my return, Rick awaited at the front of our lawn with a heated expression on his face. Oh crap. He started talking over me in the most patronizing and condescending way I'd ever heard. This tone of voice then turned into an irate voice and then into a complete yell. It turned out the school had rung home wondering why I wasn't in school and Rick was the one who had answered. He shouted and roared but all I heard were muffled noises. He must have noticed I wasn't paying my fullest attention and made me notice with the contact of his hand across my cheek.

I held my cheek as the heat spread across my face and the stinging sensation began. I was shocked that he would be so forward and open with the violence; we were in broad daylight for goodness sake! Surely somebody must have seen that? I looked around not to see a single person even outside their house. Yet as I turned back to face Rick, something caught my eye. It was the figure of a man stood at his window with his jaw wide open, staring right at us He must of seen it He was my neighbour, what was he called? Bobby.

Rick then grabbed my shoulders and began to shake me ever so gently at first, which wasn't like him at all, then getting more vigorous by the second.

I opened my eyes to see that Dean had his hands on my shoulders and was shaking me; I must have fallen asleep. "You started talking in your sleep. You got pretty loud so I just wanted to make sure you were okay." He straightened himself up and brushed himself off. "Look, it's getting late, why don't you go get some sleep through there?" He pointed towards the bedroom.

I nodded, rubbing my eyes and standing up. I made my way over to the door and turned back to them, still half asleep. "What date is it tomorrow?" I croaked sleepily.

"Uh, November 23rd." Sam stated, moving his laptop to a side and standing up, "Why?"

"Oh great, I always planned on spending my birthday here like this." I turned rather sarcastic and cranky when I was awoken from my sleep, just like any other typical teenage girl would be I suppose. With that, I turned around and walked through the door, shutting it behind me and flopping on to the bed, not even bothering to get in the sheets.

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