The gentle hum of the car and the radio had been enough to lull Rauna to sleep. She did not dream of anything, but just watched a black screen as the time slipped away. She woke suddenly, eyes wide open, and gasping very slightly as she felt someone touch her arm. She was confused to see someone learning over her. She blinked hard, waking herself up. She then realised it was one of the men who now looked after her and her friend. They had introduced themselves as Sam and Dean, before she had fallen asleep. She couldn't quite make sense of the situation, but at the same time, she didn't want to. Her past was all too similar to what the mysterious explanation of why they were there seemed to be. The truth was she was curious and it drove her actions. She was going to sit this one out, see where it went. Dean noticed her sudden alarm and pulled back, after unlocking the buckle guard.

"Don't worry, I'm just letting you out" he smiled. She quickly pressed the buckle and it popped open with a click. She climbed out of the car and looked over to where Ellie and Sam stood by the door.

"Home sweet home" Dean chuckled, "Kind of" he shrugged.

Grace sat in the corner of the room. The building was large and she felt if she crammed herself into a small corner, then it would all seem a bit more bearable. Castiel had left almost twenty minutes before, leaving Grace there on her own. He had assured her that she would be fine, but this had brought her little comfort. Suddenly, she heard the door open and every muscle tensed. Her heart began to race again and she was beginning to dislike the sensation more than ever. To her relief, Dean came round the corner. He flashed her a reassuring smile, having noticed her uneasy expression. He looked around after realising she was alone.

"Where's Cas?" he asked, dumping down his keys and pulling his jacket off.

"I'm not sure. He left about half an hour ago" she replied as she slowly stood up. She rubbed her hands on her jeans, a pair that he had bought her to replace the pyjamas she had arrived in. He wasn't alone, Sam entered the room behind him. Grace knew who he was; she had met him the night before. The two that followed were not familiar to her. The girls, presumably younger than her, looked very similar. Tall, dark haired, muscular yet still beautiful. There seemed to be only a few differences between them; one had a fringe, stopping just above her eyes, and the other's fringeless hair framed her face in loose waves. They both looked at her with dark eyes. "Grace, this is Rauna and Ellie" Dean said, pointed to the girls in turn. Ellie had the fringe. "Rauna, Ellie, this is Grace." The three girls exchanged weary smiles.

"Hi" Rauna puffed, studying Grace's features. Her exotic, purple eyes reminded Rauna of the uncomfortable sensation clouding her own. She had made the decision to trust these people, whether it was a good one, she didn't know. "You have a bin?" she asked, looking over to the boys.

"A bin?" Sam questioned. Rauna sighed, rolling her eyes.

"A trashcan" she corrected. Her English accent had become lost on her, through her time in America, but some words just came naturally.

"Ah, yeah sure" he suddenly replied, "Over here" he pointed to the small metal trashcan. He watched as she stuck her finger in her eye and he grimaced. Ellie and she carefully removed something from their eyes, and when she noticed everyone's expressions,

"Contacts" she stated, holding them up, before chucking them in the bin. Both girls turned, revealing their eyes. Dean began to notice the pattern; amazing, rare eyes. Ellie's iris was made up of so many different shimming colours, as if they were kaleidoscopes. The colouration changed in the light, shifting every time it was looked upon from a different angle. Rauna had eyes like ice: silver, grey and white. Also shimmering, glistening in the dim light of the room.

"Where's Cas?" Sam repeated Dean's question after noticing his absence.

"Don't know" Dean said simple, heading out of the room. Rauna suddenly felt a twinge of pain shoot through her arm; she had almost forgotten that she had it clutched close to her chest, but now that the adrenaline of the recent events had completely worn off, it was starting to hurt… really hurt.

Dean rummaged through the cupboards at the back of their maze-like safe house. It didn't take long for him to pull out a large box with First Aid plastered on the lid.

Back in, what they called, the living room, which was actually just a dark concrete room with two metal tables and a couple of chairs, he sat Rauna down and began working on fixing her arm up in a sling. She winced as he carefully manoeuvred it into place. "Sorry."

"So what is this place?" Ellie asked Sam. Grace, Sam and her had huddled on the other side of the room, giving Rauna and Dean some space. Sam looked around at the cold, almost bare, room around them. There was a parting in one wall that led off towards the kitchen, bathroom and bedrooms. There was a storage room at the back, but it wasn't big and, rather inconveniently, doubled as a panic room.

"This" Sam began, "Well, it's a safe house. We're not usually in Chicago, but you guys were here."

"There were go." Dean sat back, admiring his work. "Once again, really sorry about your arm." He suddenly felt guilty again. Rauna shrugged with her good arm.

"It's cool. Plus, it's not like this is the first time this has happened" she smiled wearily. Dean raised an eyebrow as he began packing the medical supplies away.

"When was that?" Rauna suddenly realised what she had said and internally punished herself for not being more careful with her words.

"Um, you know… kickboxing, things get broken all the time," it wasn't a lie, but her pain had come for much more than an unsuccessful sparing session. She didn't want to think about it and she certainly didn't want Dean to suspect anything, and so she brushed the feeling off. Luckily, he had accepted her explanation and thought nothing more of it. "Do you have a bathroom?" she asked as he stood up.

"Yeah, just round the corner" he replied, pointing. She quickly got up and hurried over to steel door set in the wall, around the corner. There was a metal toilet and sink, with a grubby looking shower in one corner. Over the sink, there hung a mirror; it was slightly clouded, but still usable. She made her way over, leaning on the sink with her left hand. She looked up, seeing a girl staring back that she almost didn't recognise. Her silver eyes looked deeply back at her, one's she hadn't seen in a long time. There was a crimson gash just above her left eyebrow, the blood trickling down onto her cheek. Her lip was split and swollen; it too was bleeding. Both small wounds were surrounded with deep purple skin, sore and shining. She looked around, before her gaze rested upon a paper towel dispenser. It didn't take long to grab a few and shove them under the cold water tap. She began cleaning away the blood, ignoring the pain as she did so. It took several minutes to make her face slightly more presentable. Her face was now sore and throbbing; she cool it off by filling her cupped hands with water and splashing it gently over her skin. She took a moment to relax, the recent events had been pretty hectic, but that moment was short lived. The sound of commotion reached her ears; voices were raised, footsteps were heavy and there was a sense of panic emanating from the next room. She emerged from the bathroom and hurried next door to see what was going on.

Rauna was in the bathroom, cleaning herself up. Sam had gone over to Dean to discuss their next moves, leaving Grace and Ellie to talk. The awkwardness caused their conversation to be nothing more than pointless small talk, but it was talk none the less. Unfortunately, it was interrupted with a loud, desperate banging at the door. Dean's head turned and he carefully made his way over. There was a gap, a sliver, in the door, allowing him to peer through and identify the guest. It was Cas, and he wasn't alone. Understanding Castiel's urgency, he yanked the door open and stood back. Castiel came crashing in with a young girl in his arms. She was still conscious, but in a lot of pain. It was then Dean noticed the blood staining her top around her stomach. More blood spewed from her mouth as she coughed and grimaced. Her breath was laboured and she was bleeding out. Dean recognised her; she was the fourth and final target: she was not allowed to die.

"Put her on the table" Dean shouted. Sam was now also aware of the situation and swiped everything of the table, giving her room. Rauna emerged, watching silently as the chaotic scene played out in front of her. The girl cried out in pain and Dean offered a hand which she gripped tightly. She twisted on the cold, metal surface of the table where Castiel had laid her down. "Heal her Cas," Dean demanded. He nodded, but his expression was distant. He place a firm hand on her wound and she let out a small, weak scream. Seconds later, the wound was non-existent, as was the threat to her life. Her head fell back against the metal and she closed her eyes, falling into unconsciousness. Everyone breathed. Held breaths turned into sighs, and Dean willed his mind to stop racing. He turned to Castiel.

"What the hell happened?" He wasn't angry at his friend, just slightly shocked.

"The demons, they were closer than we thought" he explain, "they had already got to her by the time I was there. I would have healed her earlier, but I didn't have enough time."

"Well, she's safe now" Sam reassured. Dean place a hand over his mouth, dragging it over his skin as he processed what he had been told.

"Do they know where we are?" Castiel shook his head.

"I suspect not, but it would be advisable not to stay in this area for long" he said. All three of them knew it was just a matter of time before Crowley or some other demonic enemy came knocking at the door. The only way to protect the girls was to just keep moving.

"We'll rest up for tonight and hit the road first thing in the morning" Dean decided, vocalising his plan.

Rauna had slowly made her way over to Ellie and Grace, both looking ever so slightly traumatized. They looked at the girl who lay, unconscious on the table.

"Who is that?" Rauna whispered. Grace looked to her briefly, before turning back to the girl in question.

"She must be one of us" she replied. For a second Rauna was confused, but then realised she was referring to them being the one's protected by Sam, Dean and this new guy.

"And who's that?" She pointed subtlety to the man with the beige trench coat.

"That's Castiel" Grace smiled.

Lights flashed, strange shapes swam into view. The memory of the events running up to this came crashing into Tessa's head. Her eyes shot open and air forced itself down her throat. The gaping hole in her stomach ceased to exist, and she couldn't understand why. Was it just dream? But then, I would be at home. Where am I? These thoughts spun around in her head. She opened her mouth to gasp, but no sound came out. Now, she was all too aware of the scene around her and that she certainly wasn't alone. Two men approached, hands out with calming gestures.

"It's okay Tessa" one said. Fear wracked through her body and the adrenaline began to pump through her veins, causing her to jump up and take up a defensive stance.

"How do you know my name?"

"We just want to help y-" Sam was cut off, when his head was forced round by her foot. Dean sighed.

"I'm getting really tired of this. Tessa calm down," he demanded, his tone frightening her. Both of them took a step forwards, but she ran towards them and fell onto her knees, sliding cleanly past them both. She didn't think, but just headed for the door. "I'm starting to like the idea of just leaving them to the demons." Rauna sighed, rolling her eyes at his comment as they were about to head out after her.

"Wait" she said calmly, stepping forwards. Dean, who was getting increasingly frustrated, gestured for her to go ahead with mock formality.

"Be my guest."

Tessa crashed through the forest. Her stomach hurt ever so slightly, but it wasn't enough to put her off.

"Wait," a shout rung out, echoing around the trees. The voice belonged to a female. It had put Tessa off, making her trip and fall. The girl, who the voice belonged to, caught up.

"Just stop," she said calmly, not even out of breath, "Look, I know you're scared, but you have to trust me." Tessa stopped and studied the girl.

"Why?" she replied angrily.

"My name is Rauna. Those two girls you saw in there, are Ellie and Grace; they're just like you. I'm just like you. There are dangerous men out there" she pointed to the darkness, "and they want to hurt you, really hurt you. The men back there, Dean, Sam and Castiel they want to protect us."

"How do you know?"

"Look, I admit I only met them this morning, but they saved me, they saved Ellie and Grace and they saved you too. You were dying remember," Tessa did remember, "you were dying and they saved you. I know it's scary and I know you don't want to be here, but if you leave you'll be dying somewhere and they won't be able to save you. Trust me, you have to trust me" Rauna said determinedly, holding out her good hand. Tessa reached forwards and took it, locking their grip.

"Okay."

Rauna hauled her to her feet. "I'm Tessa by the way" she said, brushing herself down.

"Well, it's nice to meet you Tessa" Rauna smiled.

The door clicked and edged open, Rauna and Tessa appeared.

"All sorted" Rauna grinned at Dean, who had calmed down now. He smiled thankfully.

"Welcome to the club" Ellie laughed from across the room.