A/N: Okay everybody, here it is. The last chapter. I can't believe I made it. Please review at the end, it will keep me writing.

I sit up, momentarily confused as to where I am, wondering why I'm not in my own bed. I yawn and look around, when everything that happened comes back to me. I sigh, leaning forward with my head between my knees, trying to wake up. I push the blanket that I'm assuming Bobby place on top of me last night, off my shoulders. I'm somewhat surprised that I had no nightmares last night, but then again, it is the first night of sleep I've had in a semi-comfortable position, meaning not in the cramped backseat of my truck. I take another deep breath, deciding not to dwell on the past and stand up, wanting some form of food.

I look at my watch that somehow stayed on while I slept, and see that it is about 1:30 in the afternoon. I'm not that surprised; I did only fall asleep around 7:00 this morning. If anything, I'm surprised that I didn't sleep more.

I walk over to the kitchen and grab a granola bar and a bottle of water before sitting back down on the couch and eating my meager lunch. Or whatever meal this is. As I eat, I close my eyes and just listen to the sounds of the forest. The trees' souls are calming, and they don't worry about trivial problems.

After eating, I walk out to my truck and grab one of my books that I brought with me from Phoenix. Most of my books are lore books, but some are for entertainment. I lock my vehicle back up, walk back inside the cabin, and sit on the couch, opening the novel to my bookmark.

I read for a good hour or so before I hear a car pull up outside the cabin. I put the book down, and hear that Bobby's back. He's no different than he's always been, and I let out a sigh of relief. I would never do that openly to anyone except for my parents and my best friend from high school, but when you lead the hunter's life, you can't help but feel a little worry when someone heads out alone.

I reopen my book seconds before Bobby comes in the front door. I look up from my spot in my book more from force of habit than anything else, even though I know it's Bobby. We exchange nods in greeting, and I watch as he somewhat hurriedly goes into the basement of the cabin. I wonder what he's doing down there, but I quickly dismiss it; he must need somewhere to keep all of his books and things. Especially after his house burned down a few months ago.

I go back to reading my book, but not ten minutes go by when I hear something thump, and Bobby swearing. I furrow my eyebrows, confused at what could have Bobby so frustrated. I close my book and put it in my bag before heading downstairs.

I probably shouldn't be down here, but maybe Bobby needs help with something. I know that Bobby and I are the only two in the cabin, one saving grace at least.

I cross the threshold into the basement, and even I was not expecting this. It looks like a sex torture dungeon. There's really no other way to put it. There's a chair with chains around it in the far corner, with various knives and weapons strewn about the table to my right. There are several bookshelves in the corner, and Bobby is sitting at the probably only clean spot on the table. My eyebrows rise in surprise at the … interesting decor of the room.

I knock on the wall out of courtesy, and Bobby looks at me before going back to the book he's currently browsing.

"I heard you get frustrated earlier. You okay?" I know my concern is probably falling on deaf ears, but I just can't help it; that's the kind of person I am.

"I'm fine," he says, but I can tell he isn't. I don't push the matter though.

"Alright, well if you need me, I'll be upstairs." He kind of grunts in response, and his soul sounds very frustrated, but he also seems like he's on a timetable. I know he probably doesn't need my help though, and even if he does, he won't ask for it.

I decide to change into attire that is more suitable for the climate. I settle on my regular, ever-present combat-style boots, long pants, a plain forest green t-shirt, and a grey hooded sweatshirt.

I settle down to read my book some more, but eventually pull my laptop out of my bag and decide to research some more on the comedenti. A few years ago, I enabled my laptop with a cellular data connection like a smartphone, so the cabin not having Wi-Fi is not a problem.

Most of the information is repeated over and over on different websites, and I'm a little surprised that only a few people have been bitten before. Twenty-seven, to be precise. I might find one of them and talk about this, and maybe get some help on learning how to control this power.

I jerk awake, not having meant to fall asleep. I look around, disoriented, as I always am when I wake up from an unexpected nap.

My laptop is still on my lap, and the sky outside has grown dark. I glance at my watch and see that it is 7:39 PM. Okay then, a little longer than a nap. I'm surprised that my laptop isn't dead, but on closer examination, I see that it is giving me a 2% battery warning. I decide to just shut it off, and put it back into my bag. I get out of my relatively uncomfortable position on the couch to stretch.

While I do, I notice that Bobby is still downstairs in the basement where I last saw him, but he seems a little more relaxed. I opt against going back downstairs, not wanting to bother the surly old man, and elect to try and find some more food.

I scour the cabinets, and all I find is a loaf of bread that has something growing on it and five bottles of unopened beer in the fridge. I throw away the bread, and I don't drink, so I just sit back down on the couch, my stomach grumbling uncomfortably.

I hear Bobby tromping up the stairs, and I am surprised that he's still upright, what with all the alcohol he's drunk in the past day alone. I look up from my spot on the couch, and notice that Bobby is frustrated with something.

"What's wrong?" I ask, but I know he'll probably just give me the look.

As I predicted, he gives me said, look, but I'm not going to let this go that fast. Normally the look from anyone would shut me up real fast or change the subject, but I'm bored and antsy, so I push the subject.

"I'm going to keep pushing until you tell me what's eating you, so you might as well tell me."

Bobby sighs and leans against the counter of the kitchen, and I think he knows that I'm not joking, so he relents. "There's a possible werewolf in southern Wyoming, and you're the only hunter close enough to take care of it before the full moon passes."

"So why haven't you asked me yet?" I smile sarcastically.

"Good question." Bobby says resignedly. He thinks I shouldn't go.

I stand and face him, but keep my posture gentle. Assertiveness isn't going to help my case. "Listen," I start gently, "I know you don't want me to go, especially if I'm around too many people. I'm nervous about that too. But you don't learn how to swim by staying out of the water. If I want to become a good hunter I've got to get out there and hunt." I look at him earnestly, and he finally meets my eyes, but his expression is unreadable. Luckily, I don't need to read his expression to know what he's feeling. He knows I'm right, but he also know he can't stop me.

Bobby sighs in resignation. "Fine. But you better hurry up so you don't lose the moon."

I smile, "Then I guess I'll just camp out in Wyoming for a month."

I turn and walk back to my bag, kneeling down to put my computer and book in it. I zip up the pouch and shoulder the pack as I've done a million times. I turn back, and Bobby isn't in the kitchen anymore. He pulled a Dark Knight on me, but I can tell that he's in the basement. I shrug and turn towards the door to put my stuff in my truck.

As I close the door, I notice that a light snow has started to fall outside. I smile lightly in joy that it's snowing, but inside I know I have to hurry if I want to get to southern Wyoming before the roads close. It's only lightly snowing now, but this could turn into a blizzard fast, especially in Montana in December.

I throw my bag in the backseat of my truck, but I'm going to keep my gun on my hip until I'm in my truck driving south. As I turn back towards the cabin to say farewell to Bobby, I see him walking out with something in his hand and his other hand in his vest pocket.

I turn towards him and put my hands in my hoodie pocket. Bobby hands me the box in his hand.

"What's this?" I ask, and open the box. I smile; there are fifty silver bullets in this ammo box.

"Figured you might need those if you're hunting a werewolf." Bobby smiles.

"Thank you. I'll bring back anything leftover."

"No need. You'll need those for anything else like shifters, and other things."

"I can't thank you enough for this." I say and shake my head.

"Just take care of yourself," Bobby says.

I hold out my hand to shake his, and he accepts. "Nice meeting you Bobby, considering the circumstances."

"Likewise."

Bobby walks back to the cabin, and I walk back to my truck. As I settle into the driver's seat and turn the key in the ignition, I'm suddenly glad my dad payed some extra money for seat warmers. I laughed at him, because we lived in Arizona where it never gets very cold, but now I silently thank him. I put my firearm and the box of silver bullets in the center console of the truck.

I pull out from the cabin out onto the road, and as I do, I think about everything that has led me this far. Sadness, grief, happiness, frustration, anger, helplessness, and hope. I smile sadly, as I think about everything that I left behind, but I relish in the memories that I still have. I think about my best friend, Leyla, and wonder if I'll ever see her again. I think about the Winchesters, and appreciate their help.

But most of all, I think about my parents, and know that while they would be proud of me for coming this far, they would be worried about me. But they would respect my decisions, however much they disapproved. I silently thank them for everything as a few tears slip down my face. I wipe my tears away as I drive down the road; I told myself a long time ago that crying distorts your sense of judgement. Then, a quote from a wise old man comes to mind: "I will not say do not weep, for not all tears are an evil." I smile to myself again, but less in sadness and more of in understanding.

I drive south, and I think about the road so far, and hope for good things for the road to come.

A/N: Wow. I can't believe we made it. I hope you guys all enjoyed the story, and as I said above, please review. As always, Happy Reading.