Chapter 3

You rubbed your sore and dry eyes. The morning sun was peaking through a gap in the drawn curtains. You could hear Sam and Dean quietly talking to one another and began to sit up. You had almost completely forgotten you were in a hotel and for a moment was confused.

"Hey sleepy head, how are you feeling?" Dean came over to your bedside.

"Hungry and feel a bit rough but ok. I'm sorry I pinched one of your beds." You replied, your throat hurting a little.

"It's ok. We need to make sure your safe so your sticking with us for a little while, just until we find this demon."

"Y/N, I know this is hard, we've lost people too. But we need you to tell us if you remember anything odd happening in the last few days or so." Sam was sat on the edge of the other bed, his face soft and reassuring.

You thought for a moment. "Actually about a week ago some guy approached my mum and asked her if she knew of a Winchester. She thought maybe he meant the place. I never thought anything of it either when she told me."

"Huh, not long before we arrived." Sam commented.

"It still doesn't explain why my family were killed, what does knowing you guys make so damn special?"

"Dude will you sit down." Sam spat at his brother who had been pacing the floor for several minutes.

"It helps me think." Dean replied sharply.

"You'll wear the floor out." You grumbled.

Sam couldn't help but smile at your comment.

"I think it's taunting us." Dean finally stopped pacing. "I mean does what happened to Y/N family remind you of anything?"

Sam nodded grimly.

You looked puzzled at the two of them.

"A tale to tell another time." Dean barked.

You nodded and went to the bathroom to wash your face.

S + D POV

"She looks like crap." Dean commented quietly.

"Well yeah, the poor kids been through a lot. And your not helping either."

"Maybe you should stay here with her while I go back to what's left of her house and see if there's anything that can help. Your better at babysitting."

Your POV

"I'm not a baby. I can take care of myself!" You snapped tiredly having heard what Dean had said.

Both Sam and Dean looked at one another.

"I'll be out of your hair in just a minute so you needn't worry." You continue as you strode across the room to collect your belongings.

"What do you mean? Where the hell are you going?"Dean asked slightly annoyed.

"I've just lost the only family I've ever known. Police will probably be looking for me to ask me questions etc and now I have a funeral to plan." You reply matter of factly.

"Y/N. Your life is in danger. There's a demon out there hunting you down. You can't just leave." Sam argued.

"Watch me." You snapped and headed for the door.

"The hell you are." Dean rushed in front of you and blocked your path. "Your staying with us until we find this demon. Until then your not leaving our sight."

You roll your eyes. You really want some alone time to mourn in peace but it looked like that option was out the window.

"What are you going to do? Handcuff me to the bed?" You taunt.

"If I have to." Dean sneered back.

You consider knocking him aside and making a run for it but you knew both men could easily catch up and you were still drained of energy. You sighed heavily and went over to the bed you had slept in and dropped your bag just beside it.

"Now what?" You glared at both of them.

"Sam will stay here with you while I go back to your house and search for anything that may be helpful. You don't leave this room." Dean ordered and grabbed his jacket and keys before leaving.

"You hungry?" Sam asked gently.

"Starving." You admit. You couldn't stay mad at Sam. He was always polite, friendly and understanding with you.

He ordered some food be brought up and after a few minutes wait there was a knock at the door.

Sam walked over and opened the door. There was a loud thud and you looked up to see Sam laying sprawled out on the floor. A man flashing black eyes barged into the room and headed straight towards you. You panicked and dodged his punches, leaping past him as you made a break for the door. You felt something grab your ankle and the next thing you knew you were face planting the floor.

You kicked at the demon with your free leg in a feeble attempt to get free. He laughed sending shivers down your spine.

"Hey, let her go!" Sam was back on his feet, although somewhat unsteady.

The demon let you go and you didn't hesitate in jumping up and bolting out the room, leaving Sam to fight it. You ran down the long corridor and found a door labelled 'storage'. You looked back checking the coast was clear before opening it and hiding inside the rather cramped storage room.

You could hear footsteps approaching quickly and then stop as a mobile rang.

"No sir, I lost her, she got away. Sam Winchester was with her. Yes sir, I will find her. I won't let you down a second time."

You waited until you could no longer hear the demons footsteps as he left before cautiously opening the door and checking it was safe. Once certain the coast was clear you headed back to the room to check on Sam.

You found him laying on his side against the wall by the door, nose bleeding and a bruise forming around his left eye. You closed the door and dashed to the bathroom to soak a flannel with cold water. You placed it on his bruising eye initiating a groaned response as he began to come to.

"Take it easy. Are you hurt anywhere else?" You ask softly.

"No I'm fine, are you ok?" He looked straight into your eyes.

"Yes I'm fine but your not."

He pushed himself up to a seated position wincing slightly. "I've been a lot worse than this before. I'm fine. We need to leave, there's a good chance that demon will be back with a few buddies."

You both jumped as the door flew open.

"What the hell happened?" Dean looked at you both surprised.

"A demon attacked us and chased after Y/N. It's definitely after her. We need to leave. I think it'll be back with backup." Sam explained gruffly.

Dean helped his brother up and looked him over.

"I'm fine." Sam puppy looked his brother.

"Are you alright?" Dean turned to you.

You nodded. Really you were terrified out of your wits.

"Grab your stuff, we're out of here." Dean ordered.

The three of you left the hotel and headed straight for the car.

"Maybe we should call Cas?" Sam suggested once Dean began driving.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea at the moment. I think one thing at a time is enough." Dean replied while glancing at you in the rear view mirror.

Sam caught on to what Dean was getting at and nodded knowingly. You figured it best not to ask any questions you knew you wouldn't get an answer to, at least not any time soon.