We traveled a few towns away to create distance between the demons and us. I was completely fine with this, it also gave me some time to rest. Resting was almost foreign to me by now, last time I rested was back in school. I wonder if anyone remembers me, or did the mist make them forget. I'm sure they would have forgotten me regardless, not like I had any friends.

As Dean was driving I noticed he would sometimes check in the rear-view mirror to see if I was still there. I never acknowledged it, just kept staring out the window. Watching the trees and utility poles go by was mesmerizing and almost put me to sleep. I don't understand why I was so calm about letting two grown men drive me to a motel where they could easily take advantage of me, but for some reason I didn't feel intimidated by them.

It wasn't that long ago that most adults scared me. Hell, they still do, but not as much anymore. After everything I've been through, pretty sure adults are the least scary thing out there.

Looking out the window I notice a sign saying welcome to Jewell, Kansas. My blood ran cold. This was where Sage died, just outside of the town borders in a cornfield. This also means I'm backtracking and that is the opposite of what I need right now. I wanted to say something, but what could I say without sounding suspicious?

This is fine, I tried to convince myself, just a minor setback. I'll take a shower, get some sleep and I'll be gone before they even wake up. Just looking at them I can tell they probably get up around noon. No way am I staying with them more than necessary.

Dean pulled up to the first motel that he saw and parked in front of the check in office. Sam turned to face me.

"Dean's probably getting a room with two beds. You can take one I don't mind taking the couch."

"No, you don't have to do that. You were kind enough to me already." Taking the couch would give me an advantage in sneaking out tonight. "Besides; the couch is perfect size for me."

"Alright, if you're sure. You just look like you could use a good night's sleep." I only nodded in response.

Right after Dean came back to the car. Getting in the driver's seat he gave a set of keys to Sam.

"Our room is 236 second floor." Dean started the car and drove us to a parking space near our room.

Gods even thinking about sharing a room is weird. We all exited the car and Sam handed me the room key. Telling me to get to the hotel room while he and Dean grabbed their stuff from the trunk.

I didn't understand why Sam trusted me so much. I know Dean barley trusts me if at all; I can tell he pities me more than anything. That's probably what Sam thinks too.

Gods I'm stupid, why would anyone trust me? It's all just pity. Once they fall asleep, I'll leave and run as fast as I can. Not east this time, north. North then start trekking east.

I finally found the room at the very end of the building. It was kind of nice to see a real room again. It had a small kitchenette, two beds separated by a half wall, and couch. It looked well kept, but you can never be sure with motels. Also, the whole room had a rose theme going on which was weird.

I set my bag down on the coffee table while Dean walked in. He looked around and scrunched up his face when he saw the decorations. I sat on the couch; it was comfortable.

Dean threw his duffle bag onto the bed closest to the door. Right after Sam came in and closed the door. It was at that moment I felt uneasy, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I felt the familiar sense to run and hide.

Dean had taken a chair from the table and set it next to the couch. More importantly next to me. Sam on the other hand sat down on the couch with me, they've cornered me. My heart was pounding in my chest, I wish I had both my eyes, because Sam was out of my peripheral vision. I moved my hand slightly towards my backpack. It was my only protection.

At that same moment, Sam had placed his hand on my shoulder. Only lightly, but I still jerked my body away. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears now.

"Fox, relax. We aren't going to hurt you, we just need a straight answer to our questions." Sam was talking in a softer voice, like I was some scared animal.

"Why was Crowley after you?" Dean asked me now. He wasn't nearly as gentle as Sam, I don't think he was even trying to be.

"I stole a backpack from him." They wanted strait answers so that's what they will get.

Dean nodded, leaning back in his chair now. He still had this hard look on his face though. Like he wouldn't hesitate to kill me if I didn't give him what he wanted.

"Thank you, Fox. Do you know what was in that backpack that was so important?" Sam asked this time.

I turned my head, so I could see him, "No, I was hoping for some money or food. Whatever it is, they were going to kill me to get it back, so I'm guessing something pretty important." Sam slowly nodded his head and gave a quick glance over towards Dean.

They both seemed to have a silent conversation. I looked between the two, I just wanted some sign that I was doing okay. Surviving is my biggest concern now.

"And that hellhound, how were you able to kill it? I saw that whip, just for a moment. That was no regular Indiana Jones whip." Dean seemed to like using movie references a lot.

This question I had no idea how to answer. What could I say, definitely not the truth. 'Oh, this ol' thing? Yeah my dead half goat friend gave it to me.' How would that sound to a mortal?

"It's a bronze whip, specially made to kill monsters." I decided to go with a half-truth. Hopefully they won't catch onto what I really am.

Deciding it's probably a good time to ask my questions now, "Do you know why a backpack means so much to demons? Especially, the King of Hell?"

Dean looked at Sam again before answering, "Listen, Fox. Before we tell you anything else we need to ask you for a favor."

I raised an eyebrow at the sudden change in tone. I only nodded my head as to say continue.

"Crowley has something and someone who's important to us. And could really affect the fate of the world." Dean took a pause to let me take in the information.

"But what does that have to do with me?" I think I might already know the answer but was really hoping I was wrong.

"You were able to steal from the King of Hell. You have skills that we clearly don't have and if we are going to do this right, we have to have the best." There it is, I'm just a tool in their plot to save whatever it is they need.

I shouldn't really expect anything else from strangers though, but a small part of my brain believed they were different. I couldn't help looking down, I felt so dejected. I know he said this could affect the "fate of the world", but what does that mean? Is he really talking about all 7 billion of us, or is he only talking about his "world".

"Of course, you have a choice Fox. You're still a kid, and facing demons sounds scary. Hell, we're both scared just at the thought of fighting demons, but it's for the greater good." Sam jumped in, I know what he's doing. Telling me I have a choice, but really if I want to be a better person I must help them.

Their whole dynamic is just like every cop I've ever met. Treating me nice because I'm still a child in their eyes, but still trying to get what they want. Jokes on these guys, I'm not nice. I steal what I need and bail as soon as I get the chance.

But I'll play along, it's what they want after all. "When you say greater good, are you really talking about the whole world? Or is this for your greater good?" I looked Sam dead in the eyes, he seemed shocked that I would ask such a question.

But there was a look, something that I've seen in my mother's eyes. In the few times where most of her thoughts were together, she had this dead set seriousness about her. Along with the seriousness, also came the haunted looks she would sometimes give me when she thinks I'm not looking. When I looked into Sam's eyes and saw my mother, the only thing in my mind was I wanted to help. And I hate myself for it.

Dean spoke this time, "Look we get it if you don't want to help. Nothing against you if you say no, but we really do mean the whole world. And like it or not, this isn't our first rodeo saving Earth." I turned my head faster than I wanted to, to look at Dean.

But just then a thought occurred to me, "If I help you, potentially saving the world. Would you help me?" They shared a look again, it was starting to get kind of annoying being left out like that.

Dean rolled his eyes, "I guess we can't really ask you to risk your life for nothing. What do you want?"

"A ride, to Long Island New York." Dean looked more confused now, and I can guess so was Sam.

"Why? What's in New York?" Sam asked.

"A safe place. And possibly my dad." I didn't want to give away too much info, but I also didn't want to lessen my chances by lying.

Dean shrugged, "Deal, a ride isn't so bad."

He stuck out his hand to shake on it. I didn't hesitate to take it. A ride is the most helpful thing I could get at the moment. And to be with trained hunters who fight monsters for a living. I really couldn't be safer than with them. I know taking on the King of Hell is super dumb, but my skills aren't in fighting. It's in stealing and running away.