Brooklyn

It's been one year, one year in the human world since I was sent to Purgatory. I wish I could say time went by fast in Purgatory and it did, but a lot happened during that time.

Now, Dean and I were back, hitching ride after ride from strangers before we settled in Clayton, Louisiana.

Dean climbed out of the orange pick-up with me right behind him. He reached in the back, grabbing the book bag we stole from some campers four days ago. It worked out nice with holding the things we needed.

Once the driver was clear of us, he drove away, leaving Dean and I to start our walk down a dirt path. "Are you sure about this?" I asked, still nervous about this whole situation. "I mean, we get let him out and he could turn his back on us and kill us."

"Brook, he saved us," Dean said, holding his left arm as we walked. I was silent, unable to say anything else as my shoes brushed the dirt road. A sigh left Dean's lips, "Don't you think I've thought of the hundred and one ways that this could all go to shit? And so what if it does? I've been through much worst then just going up against a vampire."

I nodded, "Yeah, me too."

That was all that was said until night fell over the sky. We had switched roads, going off it and towards a windmill. He stands by the windmill before taking four steps forward. I watch him, holding the book bag and shovel in my hands.

"Alright, this better be you, you son of a bitch," Dean said just above a whisper. His hand outstretched to me, "Shovel."

I handed Dean the shovel, watching as he rubbed his left arm again before starting to dig. "I can do that if you want," I said, holding onto the backpack tightly. Dean's head looked up to me, sweat running down his face as he breathed heavily. I could tell he was debating in his head before nodding and handing me the shovel.

I took the shovel, holding out my hand to help him out before jumping in and digging. My hands pushed the shovel into the ground for another ten minutes before my eyes caught sight of bones.

"Bones," I said, throwing the shovel up. Dean held out his right hand, taking my hand and helping me out of the hole.

I took my place next to him, grabbing the bag and pulling out a knife. My hand handed it to Dean, watching as he took it before sucking in a deep breath. He rolled up his left sleeve, revealing his arm was glowing red and pulsing.

"Be careful," I said, making Dean look over at me for a minute before looking back at his arm. He used the large knife to cut into his arm. He held out his arm over the grave and red glowing liquid dripped onto the bones as he chanted.

My eyes watched as Dean's glowing arm slowly faded, dripping onto the bones before there was a sharp light behind us.

Letting out a painful grunt, Dean quickly moved his arm away, holding onto it as he looked behind him. I grabbed the hanker shift out of the bag and quickly wrapped it around Dean's arm. A man stood before us, looking at us straight face.

"Man, that was fast," I said, tying Dean's arm before dropping it.

"No thanks to you two. What the hell took you so long?" Benny asked? Dean let out a sigh as he rolled down his sleeve, "You're welcome."

Benny cracked his neck, smiling slightly before opening his mouth wide, releasing his vampire teeth then retracting them. He closed his mouth, looking at Dean and I, "Everything's working pretty well."

"Good to hear," I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

Benny looked at me, then Dean, "So, what now?" Dean nodded, already having an answer prepared, "Like we talked about, I guess."

Accepting that, like I hoped he would, said, "Then this is goodbye."

Dean looked at the ground before saying, "Keep your nose clean, Benny. You hear me?" Benny smiled, nodding, "Got it." He paused for a minute before holding out his hand to Dean, who took it and shook it.

Benny smiled as he looked at me and Dean, "We made it. I can't believe it." Dean, Benny, and I let out a small laugh before Benny pulled us into a hug.

"Yeah, us either," I said, hugging him back.

When Benny pulled away, he turned and walked away, leaving just Dean and I.

"So, are you sticking around or what?" Dean asked, turning to look at me. I paused, looking at him surprised but grateful. A smile crawled up to my lips, "I'd like to stick around, help you out if you don't mind."

Dean nodded before wrapping his arm around my shoulders. My hand grabbed the book bag as we turned and started to walk. "Sure, I got to charm someone."

Flashback

My feet continued to carry my body as Dean and I ran through the dark woods. We had been running for fifteen minutes now from something. We didn't stay to find out what it was, but by the sounds of it, it was something animal like.

Quickly, Dean made a sharp turn, jumping down this small hole, hidden behind a giant tree. I quickly did the same, sliding slightly before Dean grabbed me, holding me still. He poked his head out, looking around to see if the beast was still following us.

"Glad to know you still remember me," I whispered to Dean, side glancing him as my head did the same and poked out to look around.

"Yeah, surprised I did actually," Dean whispered back before ducking back down. I kept my head up, keeping an eye out as silence filled us for only a minute. "How are you here?" Dean asked, making me look over at him to see him looking at me.

At first, I questioned what to say to him. Do I tell him the truth or lie until we're in a better situation.

"Deal with the devil never goes good," I shrugged, turning so my back was up against the tree. My head looked out, watching the darkness take over the woods.

Dean shook his head, "No, I mean how did you get out of hell?"

A sigh left my lips as I closed my eyes for a minute before looking at Dean. "Long story short right now? Made a deal with an angle."

At first, I could tell Dean had more questions but settled with just the short, quick version. When he looked out into the darkness as well, his eyes glanced over at me. "It's good to see you again; you look good."

I smiled and let out a small laugh before looking over at Dean, "Dean Winchester, always the charmer."

End of Flashback

Dean led the way, talking about a cabin that he used to go to with his brother. I think he hoped that we could come across a phone and he could call his brother to meet us there.

I had heard about Sam, or Sammy, in hell. The way Dean talked about him before; it didn't surprise me they still were together.

"Did you having any siblings, I can't remember," Dean asked as we walked down a sidewalk, keeping an eye out for a payphone or something.

"Yeah, a brother," I said, recalling the many conversations between Dean and I in hell. We talked about anything and everything, from siblings, to our parents, to our favorite foods. It bought us time and created a friendship that still carried on even all of these years later.

Dean seemed to recall the conversation, his head looking off somewhere as he said, "Oh, yeah." He probable remembered what happened to him.

The story of my brother's death was like most hunter's family stories. My brother got possessed by a demon and died. That's why I got the Anti-possession tattoo, so what happened to my brother didn't happen to me.

Finally a payphone came into sight, grabbing Dean's attention instantly. I stood outside the phone booth as he slipped in some quarters before dialing up his brother's number.

My eyes looked around, noticing people walking around like everything was fine and dandy in the world. The sun was high up in the sky and a storm had just passed, watering all the growing flowers. Before hell, I would have walked past these days and never give it a second thought. But now, I can't help but inspect every little detail.

Dean hung up the phone before exiting the phone booth. "Okay, Sam's going to meet us at the cabin. We should get going if we're going to get there before night."

I nodded, gripping the backpack over my shoulder tightly.

Between Dean and I, we somehow managed to scrounge up enough money to at least buy a water bottle and a small bag of Cheez-its. We were both tired and hungry, but we didn't care in that moment. Dean just wanted to get to his brother and since I had no one else and nowhere else to go, that was my goal too.

"So, you said the short story was you made a deal with an angle and got out of Hell. What's the long story?" Dean asked, dispersing off the sidewalk and onto a small trail into the woods.

I sighed, looking at the ground as we walked, "Well, after you left me in Hell-" Dean stopped, brushing his hand against my arm to stop me. "Wait, is that what you think I did?"

Shrugging slightly, I said, "I mean, I know Cas grabbed you and yanked you out of Hell. I guess I just figured," My voice trailed off for a minute before I shook my head, "It doesn't matter. We're both out of Hell now." I started to walk again, Dean following close next to me. "Anyways, I made this deal with an angle. It was strange and made no sense, truth is, it still doesn't."

"What was the deal?" Dean asked curiously.

At first, I debated telling him, but figured we had reached a point that if he really got angry with the answer I would just secretly follow him until I could explain. "The deal was, this angle would yank me out of Hell only if when I got out, I'd find you. He said that if I found you, the angle would take care of things in Hell for me. Of course when you're offered a deal like that, you're not going to ask too many questions. So, I took it. Once I got out of Hell I started to look for you, which lead me to asking a favor from a demon. At first I thought he threw me in Purgatory for a good laugh, until I saw you."

Dean nodded, accepting that explanation. Clearly he had questions, but when he saw the confused look on my face as I talked, he realized that I wouldn't have many answers for him.

The rest of the walk was mostly filled with Dean catching me up on everything and telling me how he got into Purgatory. I never realized how much time had passed while I was in Hell but if Dean's looks didn't give it away, then his stories would have.

Before another conversation could be brought up, Dean stopped and point up ahead, revealing an old cabin. It was far away from any roads and held barley any life to it.

"Come on," Dean said, motioning for me to follow him inside.

Once we got inside and sat the backpack down, I found a wall filled with old reports and pictures all over it. My hand reached up to my neck, finding the necklace that was dragged with me out of Hell. Out of habit, my hands played with the necklace as my eyes looked over the reports.

There was a little bit of everything on this wall, revealing one case after another.

Suddenly, the sound of a car pulling up flew to my ears, causing me to look at Dean who stopped in his tracks. He wasted no time grabbing the backpack, pulling out the knife, holy water, and Borax. He motioned for me to hide behind him as he pressed himself up against the wall behind the door.

The door to the cabin creaked open, revealing who I presumed to be Sam. But, of course it was hard to tell since Dean tackled the man to the ground, douses him with holy water.

"What the-? I'm not a demon," Sam said as Dean pours Borax on his brother. "Or a Leviathan," Sam quickly said but before he can even finish the last word, Dean grabs Sam's arm and cuts it with the steal knife. "Or a shifter," I said, watching as Dean nods and stands up.

Sam pulls himself to his feet, not even noticing me as he looks at his brother with a smile, "I don't know whether to give you a hug or take a shower."

Dean laughs before pulling his brother into a hug. I could tell just by Dean's body movements that he was relieved to find his brother.

"Dude. You're freakin' alive," Sam said before pulling away, looking at his brother in amazement. Then, Sam's eyes noticed me, his eyes immediately changing to a confused look, "Who's this?"

Dean looked over his shoulder at me before looking back at his brother, "This is Brooklyn, Myers."

Sam's eyes went wide, "You mean Brooke Myers, as in the girl that was in Hell with you years ago?" I nodded, holding up my hand, "Yup, that's me." Dean smiled and nodded with a small joking matter in his voice as he said, "Yeah, apparently we weren't only in Hell together but also Purgatory."

Focusing back on his brother, Sam asked in shock, "Wait, you were in Purgatory? For the whole year? With her?"

Dean nodded, trying to brighten up the situation with a fake mile that didn't last long, "Yeah, time flies when you're running for your life. If it wasn't for this girl though, I'd probably would have lost my mind," Dean said, looking towards me. At his words, I couldn't help smile.

Dean and I had been through a lot together in Hell, and adding Purgatory to that list only made our friendship stronger. Now, at this point, there wasn't too many people that knew me as well as Dean Winchester did. But even then there was still some stones left uncover. I mean, there's only so much talking you can do when you being chased, hunted, and attacked all the time.

"Well, how'd you two get out?" Sam asked?

Looking back at me, Dean shrugged before looking at his brother, "I guess whoever built that box didn't want me in there any more than I did."

Sam looked over to me, waiting for me to answer. I shifted uncomfortable under his gaze, not really knowing what or where to start. It's hard to just say "I went to Purgatory because I needed to find your brother otherwise I'll go back to Hell" when you don't even fully know why.

Dean must have noticed my uncomfortable stance because Dean said to Sam, "Hey, it doesn't matter, she's good, and I'm here."

Sam smiled and nodded, seeming to be okay with that. For now. "What about Cas? Was he there?"

Dean looked over at me, making me suck in a deep breath before looking at the ground. I met Cas and all he did was say strange stuff that only raised more questions for my reasoning on being there. But that didn't matter too much to me since he saved our lives a few times and was close with Dean.

"Yeah, Cas didn't make it," Dean said, taking a few steps around the cabin. Sam looked at me confused, as if hoping I'd explain but there wasn't much I could say. Dean was the last to see him. "What exactly does that mean?"

Dean shrugged, turning his back on his brother and looking at the ground, "Something happened to him down there. Things got pretty hairy towards the end, and he, just let go," Dean said, pausing a few times as he tried to find the right words to say.

Sam looked at his brother with confusion and disbelief, "So Cas is dead? You saw him die?" "I saw enough," Dean said, clearly wanting to end the discussion. "So, then what, you're not sure?" Sam said, as if holding onto an invisible hope.

Dean turned back and looked at his brother, "I said I saw enough, Sam."

Seeing how much this was effecting Dean, Sam nodded and dropped the subject, "Right. Dean, I'm sorry."

Nodding, Dean said, "Me too. Did you bring the stuff I asked for?" Sam bent down by the door, picking up two duffle bags and handing them to Dean. "Yeah; you threw me off with some of the things you asked me for, but seeing Brooke, I get it now."

I looked at Dean confused as he sat the two bags onto the couch. He opened up the one, revealing fresh new clothes for both Dean and I. Wasting no more time, Dean unzipped the other bag to reveal two wallets, some food, and some beer that was wrapped in a cooling rag.

Taking out three beers, Dean sat one on the table near him for his brother before opening the second one and handing it to me, keeping the other for himself.

Tipping the cold beer to my lips, I let out a small hum as the liquid rushed down my throat. I forgot how good beer tasted after a long hunt, or in this case walk.

Dean pulled out the chair, sitting in it and facing his brother while I just walked over and leaned against the line of cupboards behind him. Dean smiled and shook his head, "I can't believe you're actually here. You know that half your numbers are out of service? Felt like I was leaving messages in the wind."

Sam, who still hasn't taken his beer, said, "Yeah, I-I-I didn't get your messages," he stuttered. Clearly he was hiding something, nervous to tell his brother.

"How come?" Dean asked, tipping the beer to his lips. Sam shoved his hands into his pockets nervously, "Probably because I ditched the phones." "Because...?" Dean dragged on, wanting a real answer from his brother. Already I could see it in Sam's nervous stance and shaky voice.

"I guess something happened to me this year, too. I don't hunt anymore," Sam said, smiling in hopes it would calm his brother. It didn't.

"Wait, what? You quit?" "Yeah. I mean, you were gone Dean. Cas was gone, Bobby was dead. I mean, Crowley even shipped off Kevin and Meg to parts unknown."

As Sam named off these names, I recalled Dean bringing them up in Purgatory or on our long walk here. Bobby came up a lot, always pinching a part of Dean that proved Dean did have a soul. But Crowley, that name I knew even without Dean thanks to Hell.

Dean's voice brought me back from my thoughts, "So you just turned tail on the family business." "Nothing says "family" quite like the whole family being dead," Sam tried to justify.

At hearing this, Dean stood up, making my body push myself away from the cupboards. "I wasn't dead. In fact, I was knee-deep in God's armpit killing monsters, which, I thought, is what we actually do."

Sam nodded, "Yes, Dean. And far as I knew, what we do is the thing that got every single member of my family killed. I had no one, no one. And for the first time in my life, I was completely alone. And, honestly, I didn't exactly have a roadmap. So, yeah, I fixed up the Impala, and I just, drove."

Sam tried to remand calm in hopes it would calm his brother but that didn't stop him from also speaking his truthful mind.

Dean though, was angry, "After you looked for me." Sam said nothing, causing me to take a step forward. "Did you look for me, Sam?" Sam said nothing again.

I sat my beer down, moving over so I now in between both brothers, putting my hand on Dean's chest, "Dean, calm down."

Dean gave Sam a fake smile, "No, good, that's good. We always told each other not to look for each other. That's smart. Good for you. Of course, we always ignored that because of our deep, abiding love for each another, but not this time, right, Sammy?"

A sigh left my lips and I wanted to yell in Sam's face when he said, "Look, I'm still the same guy, Dean."

Nodding, Dean took a step back and grabbed his beer that sat by mine on the table, "Well, good for you. I'm not." With those words hanging in the air, Dean turned and walk outside, slamming the door shut behind him.

Sam let out a sigh while looking at the ground. He knew he messed up, but he always wasn't sorry about it.

"Sam," I said, making him look at me. "Dean and I, we went through a lot in Purgatory. He's just, disappointed. He kept talking about how he knew you'd be out there talking with every demon and angle you found in hopes of finding him. It's upsetting to find out that your brother didn't do that."

Turning to look at me a bit annoyed, Sam said, "I had no choice. I thought everyone was dead. What was I supposed to do, try and raise the dead for the hundredth time?"

Shrugging slightly, I said calmly, "No, but trying for at least a week matters."

Sam shook his head, "You may have been with Dean throughout Purgatory, saved his life and all which I'm grateful for, but you're not family. I don't know you, and you don't know my brother and me. So stay out of it."

Walking away, Sam made his way outside, leaving the door partly open behind him.

My hand slipped my beer, taking a sip of it as I mumbled, "I know your brother better than you think."

Making my way over to the duffle bag that held clothes in it, I pulled out the pieces of clothing Sam had brought with him. Looking it over, I noticed that there was jeans, a purple tank top, a purple plaid shirt, along with fresh underwear, and some bathroom things for me.

Awkward.

Grabbing the things, I looked over my shoulder to find Sam and Dean yelling at each other again outside. If they were just standing there I would have asked if I could use their shower. But after watching them fight already, I decided it'd be best if I just helped myself.

Walking into the bathroom, I closed and locked the door behind me. My clothes didn't look as dirty as my past ones did, but dust and sweat stuck to it like glue. My hair, which originally was cut short, was now just over my shoulder. Curls waved their way through my hair, looking beautiful.

At one point I had thought of cut it all off again, but when I opened the drawers and didn't find any scissors I decided to just stick with the hair. For now.

My hand reached into the shower, starting it before I peeled off my clothes. I needed a shower, badly. If not for my body then for my bones, they needed to relax and my mind needed to think.

As if it was what my brain was waiting for, the second my body sat under the water my brain started to wander. I used the shampoo and conditioner while my brain thought.

Okay, I made it out of Hell and found Dean. He agreed to keep me around to help him out. So, going back to Hell shouldn't be a problem. I'll help Dean out with some jobs and then test the waters a bit and see if I could leave or if I was stuck with helping Dean for the rest of my life.

I mean, I didn't mind staying and helping Dean out. We were friends and it wasn't like I had anyone else wanting to help me out.

But what about what Cas said to Dean and I?

Flashback

Dean, Cas, Benny, and I weaved around fallen branches and tall weeds. This was the few minutes that we could actually walk instead of run. Benny fell back a bit while Dean caught up with Cas and I.

"Okay, back at the river, you said that Brooke and I were "Meant to be", what the hell does that mean?" Dean asked, making quotation marks with his fingers.

I agreed, maybe Cas had hoped that his words had went over our heads with everything going on but it did the exact opposite.

Cas sighed, "I, can't say. I swore I would say nothing until after."

"After what?" I asked, my eyes moving from Cas to Dean back to Cas. I was curious. He was talking about Dean and I and if anyone had a right to know what he meant, it was us.

Shaking his head, Cas tried to move ahead of us, only to falter when we raced after him. "Like I said, I can't say."

"Well what can you say?" Dean asked, getting annoyed and impatient with his angle friend.

Stopping in his tracks, Cas watched as Dean and I stood in front of him, waiting for an explanation. "All I can say is that there was a reason an angle went to Hell to make a deal with Brooklyn. There was a reason why the deal was what the deal was. And there is a reason you two met at this point and time, here."

"The reason being me," Dean said, crossing his arms confusingly.

Nodding slightly, Cas said, "Well, each other." Before either Dean or I could speak up and ask any more questions, the sound of snapping twigs behind us made us kick it back into gear and run.

End of Flashback

There was a reason for everything, I believed that. But Cas wouldn't tell us shit. He just kept saying that Dean and I were "meant to meet" all those years ago in Hell. And that it was no coincidence we also happen to meet up in Purgatory, both able to leave.

I could have racked my brain for hours trying to think about what Cas meant, but when the water started to get cold I realized I had been in the shower much longer then I should have.

Getting out, I dried myself off before changing into the fresh clothes. Luckily, I was one of the very few people in this world that had hair that dried quickly. Already after changing, brushing my teeth, and my brushing my hair there was parts drying.

When I walked out of the room with my dirty clothes and bathroom stuff, I found Sam at the mini kitchen stove while Dean sat on the couch with a small box. Inside of it contained at least 8 phones, all seeming to be able to work.

At hearing the door open, Dean looked up, smiling slightly, "Well, now you look normal."

"Says the guy who still hasn't showered," I said, grabbing my beer off the table and taking a sip. Dean let out a soft, quiet chuckle before returning to the phones. He grabbed one, messing with it a bit as he said, "The backpack is all yours if you want it. I'm using the duffle bag."

Good, at least I wouldn't have to carry all my clothes and bathroom supplies with me.

I looked into the bag to find a few piece of clothing already in there. Backup. As Sam asked, "You guys want some dinner?" I shoved the bathroom supplies and the rest of the clothes into the bag.

"Pass," Dean said, lying through his teeth. All he's had was half a bag of Cheez-its. It's not we had a whole meal waiting for us when we got out of Purgatory. I knew he'd be mad at his brother but for him to pass up food, he was pissed.

Sam sighed, stirring what smelt like Chili. He poured some in a bowl when I said, "I'll take some." At first, I thought I heard Sam mumble something under his breathe but I didn't dare ask what he said. He was giving me food!

I took the bowl of Chili with a "Thank you" before walking over to the lounge chair that sat in front of the couch where Dean sat. Sam decided to sit at the table, not even bothering to say another word as he ate.

Dean held up the phone to his ear, watching me eat as he listened to something. After a few seconds passed, his head turned and he just starred hard at Sam. My eyes looked over to Sam before looking back at Dean, unsure why he was staring at Sam.

"What?" Sam asked, just as confused as I was.

Putting the phone on speaker, Dean held up the phone, his eyes never leaving Sam's. The guy's voice on the phone sounded worry, even a bit scared. "Sam Winchester, it's Kevin Tran. Crowley had me in this warehouse, and I just escaped. I don't know where I am. And I don't know if he or, or any other demons are still after me. I need your help. Call me back. It's Kevin Tran."

"When was that?" Sam asked, confused. Clearly he had never heard the message or knew that Kevin called.

Dean pushed a button, playing another message by Kevin. If it wasn't for Dean then I would have no idea who this Kevin guy is or that he's a prophet and that's why Crowley wanted him.

This time, Kevin's voice sounded more desperate and worried, "Sam Winchester. It's Kevin Tran. I called you a week ago. Call me, please. I don't know what the hell I'm doing out here, man."

Sam stopped eating, standing up, clearly getting what Dean was sending. "I get it. So, what, you want to strategize or something?"

Dean doesn't say a word or even waste another minute when he plays the next message. This time Kevin sounded almost drunk. "Sam, it's Kevin. I'm... Whoo! I'm so good."

"Is he drunk?" Sam asked, moving to lean on the small tables.

Dean's face did not faulter as he just starred at Sam angrily. This next message, Kevin sounded hopeless. When the first two words left the phone, my mouth dropped and my appetite for the Chili declined.

"Three months since you ditched my ass. Haven't slept for more than four hours a night. It's all good in the hood. Uh, if you're still alive, eat me."

The next message was just Kevin yelling, "Eat me!"

Once again, Dean pushed the button, playing yet another message, "Sam, it's been six months. I can only assume you're dead. If not, don't try and reach me. You won't be able to."

I didn't realize what I did until after I did it. Somehow, I found myself setting down the bowl and standing up, quickly walking over to Dean and grabbing his wrist. He looked at me, seeing the plead in my eyes for him to stop playing the messages. This kid sounded so broken, so hopeless that all it did was bring back memories.

Horrible memories.

Dean lowered his hand, proving that he wouldn't play anymore. My grip on Dean's wrist released as I watched him turn back to Sam. He stood angrily, not holding it back in his voice, "He was our responsibility." Dean tossed the phone at Sam's chest, causing him to fumble with it for a second. "And you couldn't answer the damn phone."

Sam sighed, setting the phone down behind him on the table. Dean and I watched him as he grabbed his laptop and sat back down. Immediately he started typing away on it, causing Dean's angry mouth to shut and a look of annoyance appear on his face.

"I'm going to take a shower," He said, grabbing the duffle back before disappearing into the bathroom. The door slammed shut behind him.

I stood awkwardly, looking at Sam who looked towards the bathroom door before returning to his computer with a shake of his head. The feeling in the air was suffocating, causing my mouth to open and say something random in hopes off ending it.

"The Chili was good."

Sam looked at me, showing off a fake smile as he shook his head, "What are you even still doing here? You don't know Kevin, you didn't make a promise to look out for him."

"No, but Dean told me a lot about him. He told me a lot about everyone," I said, nodding slightly. Clearly Sam wasn't too fond of me, which I didn't completely blame him. His brother was angry at him which angered him and this chick pops out of nowhere with Dean, not leaving.

Sam shrugged, "Did Dean make a promise to you or something? Is that why you're sticking around? I mean, I don't even know anything about you minus the little things my brother said years ago."

I moved to sit in the chair across from Sam, shrugging slightly as I said, "Well, what do you want to know?"

Clearly, Sam wasn't prepared for that to be my answer because his mouth dropped and he looked off somewhere. His mind was clearly trying to think of something.

"Where's your parents?"

Of course, that's where he had to start. Not, what's your favorite color? Or, how long have you been a Hunter?

A sigh left my lips as I sat my hands on the table, "It's complicated. But if you want to know the summary of it, their dead."

Sam shook his head, clearly he didn't understand how them being dead was complicated but it wasn't that they were dead. It was how they died. If I just spat out how they died, I'd never gain Sam's trust. Even Dean only knew chunks of it.

"Alright, I'm assuming you're a hunter. How long have you been one?" Sam asked, moving on.

"Since I was 13," I said, not going any further.

Sam wasted no time this round asking, "So who watches out for you? Who has your back? Clearly you've been in the business for a while so you've got to have someone that watches out for you, helps you out on cases."

I smiled slightly, "Well, a good, long portion of that time I was in Hell. Anyone that owed me one didn't anymore and any friends or allies I had thought I was dead."

Already I could read right through Sam, knowing he was doubting me. I needed a way to prove to him that I was a Hunter, a trustworthy Hunter.

"Okay, I know that you're asking me all of these questions because you want to know more about me. Who I am, who I was, why am I here, and can I be trusted. Maybe it looks black and white on the outside, but there's shades of grey in me. I'd like to stick around, help Dean out. I owe him and I need him. Now, I get why you're suspicious but if I wanted to hurt you or Sam, wouldn't I have already?"

The youngest brother was silent, unable to answer. Clearly I had made a point to him, hopefully clearing things for him.

Sam returned to his laptop, typing away on it once again.

I stayed where I was, one hand played with my necklace that hung around my neck while the other just sat lazily on the table.

When Dean exits the shower, I turned and looked to see his hair was freshly washed and dry and his change of clothes made him look even...Hotter. "Well, now you look normal," I said with a smile. Dean looked up at me, smirking slightly as he rolled his eyes. He shoved his clothes in the duffle bag, barley paying any attention to Sam as he talked.

"All right, listen to this, Kevin's last message. Listen to the background." Sam played on the computer, pulling up the last part of the message, "If not, don't try and reach me. You won't be able to."

I hated hearing Kevin's voice, it made chills go up my back.

"Hear that?" Sam asked, only looking at Dean who shrugged, "No, what?"

"Bus, he was on a bus," I said, looking at Sam for confirmation. Sam nodded, "Yeah, listen again." He played the message, this time tuning more into the background noise. "Last stop, Centreville," A women's voice said.

I smiled slightly, feeling victorious at my findings. Dean was a great Hunter, but being so pissed at Sam right now only lessened his Hunter instincts.

"Centreville? Centreville, where?" Dean asked, making his way over to Sam and I. Quickly I looked to Sam, surprised when he said, "Michigan." "And why would Kevin be in Centreville, Michigan?" Dean asked, now confused.

"Because-" Sam started and typed away on his computer, pulling up something on his screen, "His high-school girlfriend goes to college there." Sam turned the computer around, showing us a picture of Kevin and this girl.

So, that's what Kevin looks like. Man, Dean wasn't kidding when he said he was just a kid.

"Looks like we're going to college," Dean said, looking at Sam as if he was waiting for him to say something.

"What?"

"Nothing, just wanted to make sure you were actually in," Dean shrugged. He wasn't letting this drop any time soon. I had hoped it would only get better but I quickly realized that it wasn't.

Sam sighed, "Dean, you were right. He was our responsibility. I'm in, okay?"

Dean looked his brother up and down, still unsure but dropped it. He turned to the bags, grabbing them while Sam started to pack up his laptop.

I wasted no time grabbing my own bag, zipping it up and throwing it over my shoulder. Sam noticed this action and looked at Dean, "Wow, wait, is she coming with us?"

Dean looked over at me before looking at Sam only to look back at his duffle bag. "Yes Sammy, because unlike you, she wants to hunt."

Sam said nothing as we made our way outside. Dean took my bag, throwing it in the trunk while Sam did the same. Dean went to the driver side while Sam went to the passenger side, putting me in the back. When my hand touched the Impala's handle, Dean quickly leaned over the car, his keys in his hand.

"Wow, wow, wow, what are you doing?"

It took me a minute to realize Dean wasn't talking to me, but Sam. He looked at his older brother confused, "Ah, getting in the car." Sam was just as confused as I was at Dean.

Shaking his head, still holding that attitude on his expression as before, Dean said, "No, no, only hunters sit in the front seat. Brooke, up front."

My mouth dropped as did Sam's, "Dean-" Sam started in disbelief but Dean wouldn't let him finish. "Brooke, up front," He said in somewhat of a demanding voice.

Hesitantly, I let go of the back seat door handle, looking at Sam who look annoyed with the whole situation. "Sorry," I mumbled to him, but he didn't even give me a look as he got in the passenger seat and I in the front.

Dean glanced over at me as he started the car, kicking it into gear before driving away from the cabin and onto the dirt road.

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