She changed into the tight jeans Lauren picked out, noting that they didn't look bad. They just normally weren't her type. It wouldn't hurt knowing Sam would enjoy them as well. Gathering everything together and placing it on the bed she then headed for the door. As she got close to the door she could hear people talking. While looking through the peep hole she saw Sam and Dean. She didn't intentionally eavesdrop but she could hear everything they were saying.

"You know how it is Man, we can even have friends." Dean said

"I know Dean." Said a frustrated Sam

"Then what the hell are you doing?" Dean asked

"What were you doing with Lauren? Why is that okay for you but not for me?" Sam asked angrily

"Cause you're not me Sam" Dean replied

"Did it occur to you that maybe I am trying to be like you? Maybe I am just trying to get in her pants?" Sam asked

"That's not your style Sammy." Dean replied

"Maybe it is now." Sam's voice said to Dean

Willa's mouth dropped open. She was shocked by what she had just heard. From Dean it's expected. From Sam? She didn't want to believe it nor did she want to believe the hurt that filled her chest.

She backed away from the door and walked slowly to the bed. In a slight daze she sat down. She could still hear them talking but couldn't make out what they were saying. They both still sounded angry. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. Her parents, she just needed to get home to her parents and she would forget all about Sam Winchester and his stupid face. The door opened within a few seconds. Sam entered looking stressed. Of course he would look stressed he just argued with his brother.

"Hey you're up." He said

Willa held back everything that wanted to come flying out. She buried the rage deep down in her chest. If anyone asked she would play it off as being upset and so torn apart of being raped and tortured for a month. It had nothing to do with a silly man.

"We ready to go?" She asked

"As long as you are." Sam replied

Willa nodded and grabbed her bags. She followed Sam to Dean's room. They entered just as Dean was throwing some unfolded laundry in a duffle bag.

"Ready?" He asked expectantly. He looked Willa up and down noticing immediately that something was off with her. He didn't vocally acknowledge it but Willa caught the look. If she needed to talk about it she would. Dean knew her well enough to know she was that kind of girl.

Willa and Sam nodded. Dean walked by the unnerved girl and grabbed her bags out of her hand. He then gave Sam an annoyed look and started to walk out of the room.

"I'm not helpless." Willa mumbled with a slight pout.

Dean turned and gave her the knowing look again.

"Yeah okay." He said and walked out of the room bags in hand.

Dean drove the whole way back to her home in Florida. It was a long nervous anxious ride for Willa. She felt like her life had flipped upside down in just a few days. Was there really something different about her as Dean suggested? Would her parents hide something like that from her? And Cas was insistent himself. Wouldn't an Angel know? She was going to have a few questions for them but her being bombarded with questions wasn't something she wanted to deal with. When they wanted to know what happened to her she wished she could just tell them she was kidnapped and nothing else. She wouldn't lie but did they need to know the gory details of the things he had done to her? The things he put her through? She didn't want to watch her mother cry or see the look in their eyes thinking they had failed as parents. She just wanted to say "I'm home" and hug them and continue with life. She knew she couldn't though. Dating, going out, and seeing a few friends, everything was going to change.

Then there was Sam. She caught glimpses from both the men that let her know they knew something was wrong. Neither asked, maybe they assumed she was nervous about the ride. She hadn't connected with someone so quickly, ever, and here he was just like the rest. She felt like if anyone else touched her the way Sam did, she would throw up but she had let him touch her and he did it with only bad intentions. She wanted to cry over this but refused to let him see her tears.

The ride to her home seemed to take forever in reality she was just excited to get home. They pulled up to the locked gate and she entered to code to get in the driveway. Dean had all sorts of quips about how rich she must be to have a lock code. She simply ignored him and anxiously waited until she was at the front door. Dean seemed to drive 2 miles per hour while he soaked up the landscape. Both men took note of how nice the property was. The lot was maintained by landscapers. Her father paid plenty for sod to be planted on the large lot. When Willa played as a child he only wanted her bare feet to touch the grass as soft as carpet. He only wanted the best for his only child and that is what she got.

As the pulled up to Willa's home Dean blew out a whistle. Though beautiful it was actually one of the smaller mini mansions in the area. Her father didn't want to poorly invest too much money in a larger home. Instead he concentrated on a larger lot. He enjoyed the land and being able to play in the yard with Willa. There was a pool in the rear where her mother could be found most of the time. It was her mother's favorite spot. Rarely a day went by when she wasn't lazily lounging in a blow up chair. There was a single tennis court that also doubled as a basketball court. Willa played the sports but also spent hours creating sidewalk chalk masterpieces. The pool also had a pool house/guest house. Willa was allowed to spend many nights in there just for the taste of freedom it would give her. The home wasn't too far from the beach. A long walk or a short bike ride would get you there in minutes. Willa spent as much time as she could there. Nothing made her forget life's troubles like swimming in the salty ocean water. She was excited to get in the water and hoped that's what she would be doing that evening with her parents. A few drinks poolside would help her forget some of this mess in her life. The pool wasn't as nearly as good but she didn't want to leave her parents side at all on this evening. Two of the greatest parents on earth deserved her attention and she craved theirs. She couldn't wait for the loving arms of her two biggest influences in life, love, and success to be wrapped around her. "Work hard play hard" was the family motto. Willa learned it and lived it well. She didn't get into a lot of trouble. Her parents wanted her to be who she was but she was also raised to respect herself and respect others. She attained a fake ID and snuck into clubs underage but if she drank too much she wouldn't hesitate to call a cab. The embarrassment of a DWI charge would be much more devastating that receiving a bill. She had a great life and relished in it and here she was back to it. Willa brought her thoughts back to the present as Dean neared the house.

"Just park here." She said. "Come on in."

She jumped out of the car and ran to the door only hesitating as she hit the front steps. Something seemed off. She turned to Dean and Sam and waved for them to hurry up but her brain was in another place wondering why her parents were bolting through the door to great her. She put her hand on the doorknob and heard Deans voice.

"Stop!" He shouted. He knew something was wrong.

But she was already in motion. Before he could get to her she opened the door and received her devastating answer as to why her parents weren't there to greet her. There on the floor in front of her was a fresh pool of blood and a man on the floor face down. It wasn't her father. It was the butler who was only there part time. He was probably there tonight to cook dinner for her coming home. She grabbed her chest and spun around. Dean was there he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her behind him. He pushed passed her and pulled a gun from his jacket. He knelt down next to the man and placed his hand on his neck.

"Who is this?" He asked

"Maury, our butler." She replied trying to refrain from the panic that was building up inside. Her thoughts were on her parents. Where were they? Were they okay? She looked from Sam to Dean and wanted to burst into the house.

"Mom?" She called out.

Sam's hand was over her mouth in a flash.

"Shhh." He said. "We don't want to draw any attention."

Willa nodded in response thinking she understood what he meant. Hoping she knew he meant from any would be attackers. He released her but stayed close. He pulled out a gun as well. Willa stepped inside behind Dean who now had gun drawn and ready for anything to come his way.

"Where do you think your parents are?" Dean whispered.

"I….I'm not sure." Will answered. She felt as though she couldn't think. Breathing was hard enough at the moment let alone comprehend anything.

"Upstairs maybe." She said