I open my eyes only to see a dark ceiling above me, the sound of rain surrounding me and the hum of an engine underneath. I realize I'm in the backseat of the Impala and Dean or Sam is driving it. The memories come flooding back to me and it is overwhelming. Tears stream before I could even control them as I remember dying and Dad's last words to me.

A big ugly sob escapes me and draws attention from the front row. Sam's head pops up above me and I move to sit up from my former sleeping position.

"Why are you crying?" He asks.

I look at him in the eyes and whisper hoarsely, "My family's dead."

Dean pulls the car aside and turns around, "What?"

"I don't know, I died," I repeat. Between sobs I manage out barely audible words. "Mum was possessed and she killed me. Dad killed her and I died." I return to sobbing uncontrollably again. "I don't know if Dad's even alive now," I mumble.

The boys stay silent for a while and watch as I calm down enough to start breathing properly. When the hacking sobs die down, I curl my knees to my chest and lean against the cold glass window pane of the door.

"Maybe we should pull over at the next motel to rest," Sam suggests quietly to Dean. Dean agrees and starts down the road again.

We stop at the next motel we see and check in. I slowly crawled out of the car and swayed on my feet when I set foot on solid ground. Dead. I died. Mum's dead. Dad's all alone. My knees give way but Sam manages to catch me before I hit the wet tar road. He guides me through the door and sets me down on one bed.

I look up at him and ask, "Where are we?"

"Somewhere in the middle of Louisiana, we thought of heading to Tennessee after the job," he answers. "We packed up our stuff and went off. We didn't wake you 'cause you were sleeping."

"What time is it?"

Sam checks his watch. "It's ten to five in the morning. We haven't made much progress yet."

I hear the sound of the door closing and another wave of tears comes pouring down again. I hide my face behind my hands, a little shy to be crying before two men I hardly know. I feel a blanket being draped around me and I tug the corners tighter around me with one hand. The little show of comfort shakes me even more and I let out involuntary sobs. Forcing myself to calm down, I tell myself to not think about what had just happened. More ugly sobs fall out and I gasp for air trying to hold them in.

My lungs slow down after a while and I take deep breaths to steady myself. I keep my head down, not wanting to look up and see concerned faces and puppy dog eyes at the moment. The boys let me breathe for a few moments more before curiosity takes over and they start asking questions.

"You okay?" Dean's rough voice breaks the silence in the room.

I nod, feeling the tear threatening to fall again. I never liked it when people show me concern when I cry. It only makes me want to cry more.

"Do you want to tell us what happened?" Sam's gentle, soft voice is comforting.

"My house was attacked," I croaked out, my voice hoarse from crying. "My dad told me to run and I did. I ran into the forest but my mum shot me. No," I shake my head. "It wasn't my mother. Something was inside her, possessing her. My father said that it's no longer her and he stabbed her in the back. The thing screamed and her body fell to the ground." I draw in a long shaky breath. "Dad," I whisper, "he's all alone with those evil things chasing him." I finally look up with silent tears steadily streaming down my cheeks, "And there's nothing I can do to help him now." I stare up at the two standing in front of me and say, "I have to help him."

"You got shot, you said," Sam prods gingerly. "Are you…"

"Dead?" I cut short his question. "I think so."

"So were you a ghost or something this entire time?" Dean asks curiously.

I shake my head. "My father told me everything about why I turned up here that night and why I'm here now." They wait for more. "I have something that many people wish to take hold of. A key of some sort but I don't know what it is. I was just born with this certain knowledge inside me that my father told me not to dig out. He wants the knowledge to just die with me and be done with it."

"Why do people want that 'key'?" Dean asks.

"It is said to summon all things evil to earth," I tell them gravely. My voice has returned to something closer to its original state.

"And all this has to do with your consciousness switching between places?"

"Father said an angel came and gave me a second chance at life," I explain what my dad told me just an hour ago. "When I'm unconscious in my original body, I get transported here. Another way of saying it is that when I die, I come here. I wish I weren't dead," I whisper in a weak voice. "I have to help my dad. I can't leave him there alone."

Sam and Dean sit down opposite me on the next bed. Sam looks at me and says, "We know how you feel. Our dad was in danger many times but we couldn't help him. All we could do was sit and wait for his news. You can't do anything anymore, and you've done enough."

"Where's your dad?" I ask.

"Dead," Dean says simply.

"Oh," I look away from both of them. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Dean sighs. "Let's talk about you first. Why were you taken to us?"

"My dad said the angel would try his best to take me as close to John Winchester as he could." I see them stiffen and exchange looks. "He was your father, wasn't he?" I don't wait for an answer before apologizing again. "I'm sorry, Dad said he could help, but now everybody's dead," I mutter.

"Hey, summary of our life in ten words right there," Dean comments unsmilingly.

"We'll take care of you," Sam assures me. "We promise."

"Did your dad say what it is our dad was supposed to help you with?"

I shake my head again, "Dad only said that he would keep me safe."

"I guess that's what we'll do until we find out what to do with the key," Dean states. Looking me in the eye, he says, "We'll take you in."

I once again feel tears well up in my eyes, but this time not of grief and painful memories. They are tears of gratitude. Up until now, I hadn't realized that if it wasn't for these two, I would be homeless and lost in a new country with all sorts of creatures chasing me.

"Looks like you'll be our actual adopted sister now," Dean says.