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"What do you mean you don't know how you got to the hospital?" Dean asks and I look up, meeting his eyes. I don't reply immediately, thinking bitterly that I share my sob story with him and this is the only thing he comments on. I shouldn't expect anything more, yet I always do. I always expect them to help me, to show me they care, to hug me, or even to stick around, but I those two times I actually shared my story with people I didn't get those. Because I got anger and doubt from my 'best friend' and 'yeah, but I've been through worse' by my sister. I shouldn't be surprised, but I still am as Dean asks me again, louder.

"I don't know." I whisper and Dean huffs before wiping his worn hand over his tired face. Bobby shifts in his chair and looks at me in the eyes.

"What do you mean you don't know?" He asks and I almost roll my eyes but realize that Dean might flip the table so I sigh and look at the puppyish Sam as I answer, scared to look into Dean's rage filled eyes. I know I shouldn't have lied about driving myself but I still didn't know enough about this fucked-up 'family'.

"I mean I don't know. I took pills, was waiting to fucking die, and then woke up as a ghost, being led by some little girl." I say breathing heavily. I just wish I never even fucking met Dean. I wish I didn't have my eyes opened to the demons and shape shifters and shit in this world. I wish I didn't meet the drunk but Bobby Singer or the sometimes hot-headed Sam Winchester. I wish I didn't fucking wake up in the stupid god-damned hospital. I wish I was dead.

But, I know about the monsters. I've met the brave man named Dean, I've met the Generous Bobby Singer, and I've met the protective Sam Winchester. I woke up in the hospital. I'm alive. So I have to wake up each morning, I have to put a damn smile on my face, and I have to make this worthless excuse of a life mean something. I have to fight through this. I have to live until I get a half-way honorable death, fighting some evil son of a bitch so I can save someone else's life.

"So you lied." Dean states, his head going back slightly. I roll my eyes this time and look at Dean infuriated.

"I barely knew you. I still barely know you. I'm sorry that I lied about one small detail that I don't know the answer to." I say with an angry bite in my tone. He glares at me but surprisingly takes a deep breath before looking back down to the table.

"Whatever. I'm going to go work on the car." He grumbles and I've finally had enough of his 'No sentimental' shit. He scoots the chair away and starts going towards the door before I finally say something though, fighting the words through my clenched teeth.

"You're welcome for sharing my sob story with your bitchy ass self." Bobby laughs loudly but Dean just rolls his eyes and walks out the door, grumbling under his breath. This is going to be a long, long week.

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The week was long. Full of awkward 'I know your sob story but I'm going to talk about everything except that' conversations. Weather, cereal, lore, rugs, tornadoes, even the quality of taco bell's meat. Those are the types of conversations that happened between us. But, eventually the Impala was fixed and Sam and I found a job. So, I worked over the information about monsters and self-defense before we were on the road.

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Dean was happy. Too happy. The kind if happy that is probably forced and 98% reckless. It could be that the Impala is fixed. It doesn't even look like it was totaled. And, apparently Sam has the same thoughts as me because now he's teasing Dean about 'letting the two get a room.' To which Dean just replies by consoling his 'baby.' I smile and look out the window, seeing the lake in view. In my hometown the lake was everywhere, but it was pretty much black and always had some kind of disease contaminating it. The boys talk about the case shortly then Dean turns the music back up and the conversation is put to a halt. I watch the sailboats on the lake as we pass by them and hope to myself that Dean isn't so consumed in trying to make himself so happy, he gets reckless.

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"Alright. We're going to go check out the body and you're going to stay here, going over the information and looking for anything that might connect with a monster." Dean says a few minutes after walking into the motel room. I'm sitting at the desk, my back to the door, which is one of my pet-peeves. So I turned the chair towards the two beds, watching the boys get ready to play doctor or something.

"Alright. But, what if a demon comes in here and possess me and like makes me lick a toilet seat or something?" I ask, smiling as Sam chuckles, straightening his tie that Dean tied for him. Dean sighs and looks at me, slipping his dark jacket on.

"We've been over this. There's salt at the door, guns and knives are in the small bag under my bed, and holy water is in that bottle right next to you." Dean says and I look over at the cheap bottle on top of the lore books.
"And, why would a demon make you lick a motel toilet?" He asks, looking at me quizzically. Sam looks at me the same way and I give them a 'you fucking serious?' look.

"Demons are out to get me with those crabs." I say and Dean licks his lips before bursting out laughing, his green eyes brightening as he sits on the bed and rests his head on top of his hands, still laughing. Sam quirks a smile and chuckles some too, shaking his head. After a few seconds full of giggles, Dean straightens back up and makes sure both of them look presentable before grabbing their weapons and walking towards the door, stopping right in front of it.

"Fix the salt after we leave. Don't let anyone in unless it's us. If it is us, we'll call you while we're on the road. Don't leave the damn room and answer the phone when we call. Be safe, we'll be back shortly." Dean says and I stand up, fixing my posture like a soldier.

"Yes sir!" I yell and salute, almost cracking my stone face when a smile tries to slip through. They both roll their eyes and smile before walking out the door, locking it behind them. I twiddle the blue pen in my hands for a few more seconds until slowly getting up and fixing the salt line with my feet. The salt moves stubbornly into a line and I bend down, groaning as my knees pop, making sure there are no breaks in the line. There aren't any. I sigh and jump back up, frowning slightly as I hear the roar of the impala dim off into the distance.

Yet again, it's silent. And I start to feel the darkness wash into my brain until I quickly shuffle my feet over to the junk TV, turning it on. It blurs for a few seconds until a game show starts. Better than nothing, I suppose. So, I go back to the bed and pick the one sheet of paper off the bed, reading over the news article.

Two missing girls from different states, have both been found dead. Christina Flanigan, the first victim and Scarlett volifan have both been identified at the crime scenes. Both girls were found be-headed. Local police have no further information to give us.

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Cattle mutilations?

This past month there have been in increase in cows dying in mysterious ways. Some say the cows were left in the heat too long while others fear that we have Satanists roaming this town…

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The articles go on about random, unimportant news. I lay the paper back down and quickly grab the blue pen, writing down the important points in the article.

Be-headed

Female

Cattle mutilations

Not local

I look back to my list of monsters I made on a yellow-lined paper and read it over, checking the characteristics and how to gank them. Beheading…Vampire. But, isn't cattle mutilations more of werewolf? Could both of these be in the same town? Killing at the same time? I guess it's possible.

I hurriedly reach into my pocket and open my flip phone, dialing Sam's phone. I put it to my ear and stare down at the green blankets as I listen to the monotone ringing nose before Sam's voice answers.

"What's wrong?" He asks and I hear a murmur in the background. I smile at his worried voice and blink, looking back to the paper.

"I'm thinking the victims might be a vampire. But, then the cattle points to werewolf, so…" I answer instead, not replying to his other worrying. There's a sigh and I hear Sam move the phone, probably telling Dean.

"Alright. We're going to check the body now, we just got done interviewing the sheriff. We'll see what it points to." He says and I nod before voicing my gesture. We both hang up and I place my phone back on the bed-side table. The cheerful voice of some contestant reaches my ears from the TV and I roll my eyes. I wonder if any Full House is on. Full house is good. I reach over and grab the small remote next to my phone, switching it to the family channel.

"How rude!" Stef's voice rings through and a grin forms on my tired face. I haven't seen this show in a while. I would always watch this show late at night with my dogs. It would make me feel like I was part of that family for a while, only worrying about who's dating who, when Michelle would rebel, or what food we should buy from the store. But, once my dad would stumble out of his room and glare at me, I would remember I wasn't part of that family, and will never be.

I keep the show on and lay my head on the matching pillows, billowing my feet under the green comforter. The boys better let me help them kill this bitch or else I will be pissed. And when I get pissed, I…well…. I don't really do anything except scream inside my head. Sounds scary right? My eyes get heavier than usual and I actually start to think I'm going to take a nap…right before Dean opens the door, Sam behind him. Dean pauses in the doorway, looking from me to the TV back again.

"What are you doing?" He asks and I look at him with another 'seriously?' face.

"I'm watching Full House." I say and he gives me another look back.

"Why?"

"Because it's a good show."

"Not really. It's so fake and not even realistic."

"Is so. If you don't count that Michelle was probably a demon or something." I mutter and Sam laughs at our banter before turning off the TV, to which I complain loudly. They ignore it.

"The victims were vamps. So, it could be a wolf is killing them." Sam says and I nod, wincing as my stomach grumbles quietly.

"What if it's another hunter and the cows are just…dying?" I ask and Sam meets Dean eye before shrugging.

"It's not usual for coincidences to happen." Sam points out and I nod, right before Dean suggests we go out and eat.

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"He's watching us." I mutter into my straw right before I take a drink of my soda. We're at a small bar somewhere in town, we've already ordered and almost finished our food. Dean got a bacon-burger, Sam and I both got chicken salads. Ever since Dean and Sam talked to the bartender, the black guy a few chairs away from us have been staring at us. Like not even subtly. This could possibly be our guy.

"I know. Follow our lead." Sam mutters back but I don't reply, not wanting to alert the guy that we're about to trap him. Dean smiles at the bartender once more than slowly starts to get up, groaning. He pats Sam's back and we both get up, following Dean out the door and to the back of the place. I roll my eyes when I don't hear the door close behind us, the guy following us obviously isn't the best spy or monster or whatever he is.

Dean goes around the corner and quickly pulls me next to him and Sam, peeking around the corner.

"It's one versus three. Samantha you get the machete and we're going to sneak up on him. Do not kill him yet, just put the machete right against his neck." Dean whispers and hands me the weapon, which looks like a huge meat knife, right as the guy stops at the other end. Dean quickly moves his head back and waits a few seconds before he taps me and we jog quietly over to him. He flips around once more, looking for us, and I slam him against the wall, putting the machete against his neck. He doesn't fight back though, he just puts his hands up.

"Smile." I hear Dean's cocky voice ask and I almost laugh at the command, wondering if he's about to shoot a picture or something weird like that.

"What?" He asks, though it seems like he's not actually that confused. This actually is pretty exciting. Until I die or something, but still, this is kind of an adrenaline rush.

"Show us those pearly whites." I say, going along with whatever Dean is getting to. He shifts slightly and I press the knife harder against him. He makes a noise and quickly talks again.

"Oh, for the love of - you want to stick that thing someplace else? I'm not a vampire." I frown slightly but don't look back, knowing that the worst thing to do is turn your back on an enemy. Or anyone for that matter. The guy is barely even sparing me a glance though, he's look back at the more menacing men behind me.

"Yeah, that's right. I heard you guys in there." He nods and I press it harder once more. This guy is really pissing me off. He just seems like an arrogant prick and he thinks he's so subtle. I just kind of want to slap him and tell him this is my first fucking hunt and I realized he was listening to us the moment we sat at the bar.

"What do you know about vampires?" Sam asks, voicing my thoughts.

"How to kill them. Now seriously, bro. That knife's making me itch." He says smoothly and I make an irritated noise.

"I'm not your bro. Just tell us what your business with us is." I growl out and he glances down at me finally, curiosity in his eyes.

"Why aren't you a youngling?" Dean huffs and gets his attention again, yelling at him the same question I asked earlier. The man in front of me shifts and slowly starts lifting his hand to his face. I instinctively press the knife harder so a small part of his dark skin breaks and a slow trickle of blood starts running down his chest. He quickly lifts his lips and talks again, making me decrease the pressure.

"See? Fangless. Happy?" He asks and I let up, stepping back once. "Now. Who the hell are you?"