The buzzing and vibrating of my phone surprised me; I had been waiting all night, laid on the couch and keeping myself busy with the few channels on the TV awaiting a phone call from Dean. I grabbed for the phone and answered it, holding it to my ear, "Dean?"

"Hannah?" Dean's voice was reassuring.

I let out a sigh of relief, "Are you okay? Where are you?"

"Just outside of this town Sam's been talking about."

"Good," I leaned back on the couch, "How is he?"

He paused, "He's… He's fine. Oh and by the way Hannah. I forgot to tell you something and I need you to listen carefully."

"Sure, what is it?" I was intrigued.

"Underneath the drawer in the sink is a gun only to be used in emergencies. It should be taped to it and loaded with just a few bullets I think."

I stood up and made my way over to the kitchen where there were two drawers, opening the first one and crouching to see under it I saw nothing. As I shut that one and moved over to the second and did the same, there it was. It was a simple pistol loaded with three bullets. I went to grab for it but shocked myself into sense while telling myself, "Dean said it was only for emergencies."

"What?" Dean asked, obviously overhearing my mumbling.

"Oh, nothing," I slammed the drawer shut and leaned my back against the counter, "So that's if I ever needed to, like, shoot somebody?" The idea was almost senseless in my opinion; even if I did need to shoot somebody, I had never held a gun in my entire life, never mind fire it at someone under pressure! "Um Dean?"

"Yeah?"
"I've never shot a gun before." I admitted, slightly embarrassed.

"Don't worry, you won't even need it, I promise." He tried reassuring me of my worries.

"Okay, so do you have any idea when you'll be back?" I changed the subject.

"We've only just got here so…" A loud beeping interjected Dean's sentence and was followed by silence as I realised the call had broken up.

I tried redialling the number a couple of times but there was no answer, they had probably just gone into an area with no signal, it was nothing to worry about. I simply placed the phone back on the coffee table and laid across the couch, trying to relax and get some rest after staying up the entire night being alone in the safe house. I closed my eyes and floated off into my little world of thoughts.

"Everything okay?" a voice made me jump as I looked up to see a face I wasn't exactly familiar with just opposite me on the path. I then realised it was my neighbour, the one who had seen Rick hit me the other day. I wasn't sure whether to completely ignore him and save myself the embarrassment or act as if nothing had happened. Instead, I just stood there and didn't mutter a word. "What's up? Cat got your tongue?" He tried joking with me but I couldn't even fake a smile for his own amusement. He straightened himself up and took a deep sigh, "Okay, so yesterday, I saw you and your dad having a"

"He's not my dad." I interrupted him with some kind of bitterness and resent.

"Sorry, he's your mom's boyfriend then?" He asked, correcting himself. I nodded and looked back to the ground. "Well I think I saw something happen, I could swear I saw him," He swallowed and took a pause before almost whispering, "…hit you."

I didn't know how to react. Part of me told myself to kick off at him right there for insinuating such a thing even though it was completely true, another part of me said I should try to make some sort of excuse for Rick, but he didn't deserve anything of that sort. Instead, I did what I never thought I would do, I nodded shamefully. He seemed to be as shocked as I was at my response. I cleared my throat and looked back up to him, "Yeah, he did." It was as if I couldn't control myself. Perhaps it was because it had been building up and up that I was fit and ready to blurt my problems out to any stranger who passed by.

"Does anyone else know? Does your mom know?" He asked in a hushed tone, glancing in the direction of my house.

"He hits her too." Where was this coming from? I couldn't stop myself!

"Do you want to…" He stuttered slightly at my outburst, "Do you want to come in?"

I looked up to see his house in desperation, "Okay." I gulped and began to walk with him into his home.

The wind crashing against the weak walls of the cabin snatched me away from my thoughts. I was confused for a moment or two, expecting it to be morning again but then realising it was merely the late afternoon. My sleeping pattern had been slightly messed up from the past days, waking up in the middle of the night, drifting off during the days; it didn't help me going off into my thoughts either.

I wandered over to the kitchen and swung open the fridge door, searching for any food lying around. The contents of the fridge were almost non-existent, just a couple of bottled waters, a chocolate bar, and some kind of sandwich with things spewing from the sides of it, not the most appetizing meal I've ever seen. I continued my search for any real food, looking through the cupboards, the drawers, finding nothing but an empty jar and a couple of dirty spoons and forks.

I moved on to the other parts of the cabin, even in the bathroom. I peered under the bathroom floor towel, behind the shower curtain and amidst the shelves on the wall containing Sam and Dean's few items. In the main room I checked under the sofa, the coffee table, behind the TV, even under the welcome mat, yet I couldn't find anything else. I abandoned my search for 'real' food and settled for a bottle of water and the chocolate bar in the fridge.

I checked my watch while perching back on the couch to see it was evening time and I hadn't received another call from Dean since we were cut off. He hadn't said he would actually call but he gave the impression he would try his best to. It was at that point thoughts of concern and anxiety began to race through my mind. What if they had got themselves into trouble? What if they weren't going to return? What if they needed help but nobody knew where they were? Perhaps I was just worrying when I really didn't need to; after all, I knew more or less nothing about the hunting business compared to Sam and Dean, but then more than most people. From what I had gathered, very few people knew of the actual fact that these demons, ghosts and monsters were all very much real.

I often believed there was some kind of monster in my closet when I was much younger, a monster which would come out as soon as I shut my eyes to sleep. I would often make my mom check it before she left me to my own company at night. She played along for the first few times, making me hold her hand as we both slowly tip toed over to my closet and quickly swung the door open to reveal a rack of clothes and that's all. No monster. Then she told me not to be scared of things which weren't really there before tucking me in and leaving the bedroom. After some time, she grew tired of playing along and eventually told me to grow up, that I was being too childish for my age, around about 7 years old. That was when she began to get completely sick of me and my behaviour; she would basically brush off anything I said as if I had no meaning to her at all, which was most probably true.

Remembering the old memories, the few good ones of my earlier years were often the only things keeping me going. Although now when I thought of them, instead of seeing her wide perfect smile, I could only see her lifeless face, her thin pink lips in a delicately faint smile, the few strands of hair misplaced across her thin cheeks and forehead, those pools of mud staring back at me helplessly.

My bottom lip quivered, tears built up behind my eyes, my fists clenched in anger. I felt as if I could swing my arms about with rage, hitting and breaking everything in my reach but I stopped myself. I gained control of my emotions, held back the tears, unclenched my fists and swallowed the anger. Exhaling deeply, I turned my head to the window where outside the wind had picked up heavily and were banging against the walls. I stood and walked over to close the curtains but paused when a thick black smoke began snaking over the ground towards the cabin.

My eyes widened with fear as the smoke glided ever so smoothly, getting closer and closer.