Reina sighed as she took in the spare room in the bunker that Sam showed her to. It was mostly empty – one bed, a white mattress, one wooden chair, and a small table, with a drawer. There was also a set of drawers, aligned to the left wall, with four large horizontal drawers.

"Thanks, Sam." She turned around to face him. His large frame blocked the whole door; he looked apprehensive. She didn't know what to say. Her heart had been hammering fast for the entire time. She'd spoken normally, but she knew it was just the shock. It was slowly coming to her, that she was lost away from home.

"Just – if you need anything, just ask, ok?" Sam tilted his head. Reina agreed mutely and walked over to sit on the bed. A few seconds later, the weight on the bed shifted, as Sam sat beside her. For a few minutes, no one said anything.

"Reina?"

"Yeah, Sam?" She sat up straight.

"How was your life before – before you came here?" His voice was so soft, it melted Reina's heart. How many times had she seen him sit like this near someone, and talk to them calmly? It was so strange to see it happen to her. She chuckled involuntarily, realizing she was a supernatural "case" now. She'd met the boys the hard way.

"What's funny?" Sam's voice broke the train of thoughts in her head. "Nothing – it's just, on the show, I've seen you like a hundred times, talk to people, help them sort through their emotions, and now I'm sitting on the other side, listening to you. I'm a supernatural 'case'." She smiled, staring at the floor. "What were you saying? I'm sorry, I was lost in my head."

"I just wanted to know, if you want to talk about it, you know, your life, until now." Sam moved backward on the bed, sitting to face Reina.

"Oh." And Reina thought about her home for the first time. "It's – was good. What do you want to know?"

"You – you had a family?" Sam sounded very apprehensive.

"Not- not really. Dad passed away when I was three – Cancer. Maa had – had a heart attack three years ago." She shrugged, as she always did. Although she'd said these words quite a few times, it never really got easier.

"Huh. No siblings?"

"Nah. Few cousins. Distant. Don't really know them." She never really had anyone but her Mom.

"I'm so sorry." Sam hung his head. "I don't know if it helps, but I can relate to losing your parents."

"Can I tell you something?" Sam looked up as she turned to face him. "I related with you and Dean, your story, more because you'd lost your parents, and you were looking for your dad, and - that's how I got hooked, really."

"Oh." Sam looked awkward. "You and Dean are really bothered by those books and the fans huh." She smiled at Sam.

"Ye-Yeah." Sam sheepishly raised a hand, ruffling through his hair. "It's just weird."

"Well, then this is definitely weirder, isn't it?"

"I agree."

When Sam left, Reina flopped back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. She had barely processed anything that had happened, and now she was lying on a bed, in a spare room, of the Men of letters Bunker. Things changed for her in a minute, she thought, and now she had no clue of what to do.

"Do you really want to go back?"

Reina jumped up, her hair splaying around her face. She looked around the empty room, panic seizing her heart. "Who is that?"

"You don't really want to go back now, do you? You had a choice to walk back, and yet you stepped towards the bunker. You knew what it was."

"Who is it? What do you want?" Reina shouted into the air, standing on the bed. "Whoever you are, come out."

"You know I'm right," The voice sounded so close, "You'll know how much you belong here soon."

"Stop it! Stop whispering into my head." Reina bent down to her knees.

"Do you want to go back? Go Home, where you are alone, friendless, and just existing? Or you will stay here, in danger, but mean something?"

"What do you care if I stay? How am I going to go home anyway?" Reina shouted in defiance.

"You can be great here," The voice seemed almost sarcastic.

"How can – I stay here? I'm not a hunter. I'm not supposed to be here."

"Something brought you here because they needed you to be here,"

"For what?"

"You weren't happy back home, not really."

"That's enough. Show yourself." Reina looked around her, trying to gauge the direction of the voice. "You can try to ignore it, Reina," The voice seemed to come from everywhere. Reina suddenly found herself standing in front of the mirror. "But you can't deny you're where you are supposed to be." And as Reina moved her fingers to touch the mirror, the glass shattered with a scream.

And Reina's eyes flew open.