Sorry this chapter isn't as long as the others I took a few lines out as I thought they were a little pointless to the story. I appreciate any helpful critiquing and thank you to those who have reviewed.

The next chapter may not be up for a while as i'm busy these days but keep your eyes peeled.

S + D POV

"Dude she's gone!" Sam yelled after frantically searching the entire house and surrounding woods near the house.

"She wouldn't have just left us." Dean replied as he stuffed what he could into his duffel bag.

"She had a nightmare last night. She feared you both would be killed if she remained. I thought I had reassured her but it seems I was wrong." Cas added grimly.

"Great so now she's running with demons after her, zero hunting skills and what? She thinks she can beat them?" Deans temper began to rise. "She doesn't even have a weapon."

"Actually I think she does. I can't find my knife or my other jacket for that matter." Sam rummaged through his duffel bag.

Dean gave a little smirk. You had fascinated him with your little quirks and never seemed to stop surprising him while also showing you took a little after Sam.

"Maybe she went to the nearby village about 2 miles from here?" Sam pulled out a paper map and pointed at the village he was talking about.

"No, she knows that would be the first place we would look and since it's pretty obvious she's running she probably thinks she can brave the countryside for a while. There's some food and water missing and one of my tops. Enough to last her a few days at least."

"Cas can you find her?" Sam asked.

"I can't sense her but being half angel she could hide herself from if she chose to." Cas sighed, he felt helpless.

"Ok, now what?"

"Tracks, we follow her trail of footprints. The good old fashioned way." Dean lead the way out the door, his duffel slung over his shoulder.

Your POV

For the last 2 days you had been trudging through the countryside trying to put as much distance between you and your brothers. You were tired and had ran out of food and water.

It was mid afternoon when you reached the outskirts of a bustling town. You had Sams knife tucked discreetly in the front of your pants. You felt a bit odd wearing it but also safer.

Once inside the town you found a quaint little B and B and decided since you had hardly slept the last few days to spend the night there. You went inside and booked yourself a room. It was cosy and clean, with a single bed and small wardrobe and bedside cabinet. Attached was a walk in shower room which you practically raced into.

The warm water flowed soothingly down your back. You hated being dirty and the shower made you feel a hundred times better. Once clean you dried yourself off and put on the soft dressing gown that was provided, washed your clothes in the shower and hung them on the radiator in the bedroom to dry.

You changed into the shirt you had pinched from Dean and wrapped yourself snugly in the dressing gown again before heading downstairs for something to eat.

The woman that ran the B and B was very accommodating and gave you a handmade menu to look over before taking your order and going into the kitchen to give it to the chef, who was also her husband.

After a few minutes waiting she came over to you to inform you her husband had nipped out to get more ingredients and shouldn't be too long.

"Have you come far dear?" She asked. She was a plump woman roughly in her mid 60s with curled silver grey hair. She was wearing a green and yellow cardigan over a cream blouse and a long beige skirt, pearl necklace and earrings.

"Only a few hours drive away. It's a nice place you've got."

"Why thank you dear. Been in my family for 3 generations. If I had children of my own then I could pass it down again but it's just one of those things." She trailed off. "Will you be staying long?"

"Only the night."

"Well I hope you enjoy your stay dear. I'll just go see if he's come back yet." She pottered off to the kitchen.

You sat waiting for a good ten minutes more. Ever since you had come downstairs you had felt a niggle in your gut that something wasn't right and now it was really itching away at you. You got up and headed into the kitchen only to find it empty. There was a large covered pan left cooking on the stove and curiosity made you go over to have a look at what was being cooked. You lifted the lid and instantly recoiled when you saw an arm sizzling away.

Feeling instantly sick you bolted out the kitchen and straight upstairs. You quickly put on your pants and Sams jacket before stuffing your stuff into your bag and racing back downstairs.

"Where are you going dear?" The woman stood in front of the exit with a crude grin plastered across her face.

She pulled out a large knife from her pinny pocket and lunged at you. You quickly dodged her and made for the kitchen where you remembered seeing another exit only for her husband to burst out also wielding a large knife.

With both exits blocked you figured you should try for the stairs and quickly spun round only to feel a sharp pain hit your left temple then darkness.