"So, not to pry, but how old are you?" Dean asked as Margie dug into her burger. "You look kinda young for a hunter."

Her gaze lowered. "17..."

Sam gave her a look of shock. "Where are your parents? Or your family?"

She pondered what to say. Should she lie or tell them the truth? Both answers would dig her grave deeper than it already was.

"Dead...All of them. Except, I'm not sure what exactly happened to my parents." Sam and Dean gave each other a sad look and turned back for her to continue. "All I know is that my mom died when I was a baby...I never knew what happened to my dad."

"What happened to the rest of them?" Sam asked. "Were they hunters?"

Her expression hardened. "Yeah, they were hunters; that's what got them killed. Classic hunter's circle of life." Her sadness turned to anger. "They had it coming. They shouldn't have brought those demonic hell-beasts here. I knew they would turn on us."

"Who did they summon?" Dean asked.

"Some dudes who could 'bring back' people from the dead," she replied raising her finger in air-quotes. "They were trying to bring back that obedient soldier of a son. It was the jerk's own fault he died." She looked down at her locker and wrapped her fingers around it, gripping it tightly. "I'm still trying to figure out why they chose him over my mom. She was their kid, too." She shook her head. "I guess that's what happens if your wayward child abandons hunting forever."

Sam nodded, understanding her pain and frustration. "What do you know about your mom?"

Shaking her head, she replied. "Only that she left this life for me. She didn't want me growing up like she did. Auntie Mae said she was the glue of the family. Said she could get along with everyone, that she was able to end fights before they started. I guess it didn't work in the end, seeing how it did with everybody.

"Did anyone ever talk about her, besides your aunt?" Margie looked up at Dean and shook her head.

"Never good things..." She blinked away the tears and stood up. "So, anyways...thanks for the grub, but I gotta get going." Margie gave them a small wave. "Hope to see y'all again." She quickly grabbed her things and bolted out the door.

Watching her dash out, Dean left some money on the table and followed his brother out the door.