"Holy mother of monsters, this is delicious!"

Jules' eyes lit up as she took another bite of her cheeseburger. Dean sat next to me, holding his own bacon cheeseburger. He wasn't eating it, which meant something was bothering him. I understood how he felt.

Jules, on the other hand, looked alive. She sat still but her eyes smiled and she seemed to be as content as could be.

She had no idea what had actually happened.

Dean and I had been sitting in the impala for hours in front of Jules' house. My eyes were slowly closing, even though it was too early to go to sleep. Twenty minutes prior, her mom came home, carrying in just her purse and suitcase with her. My eyes were closing when Dean slapped my arm and said, "Sammy, look."

I snapped awake and moved my eyes to where he was pointing at - the kitchen window. Jules was slowly walking toward her mother, with a worrisome look on her face. She put her hand on the lady's shoulder.

Immediately, her mom fell to the ground and Jules screamed. She seemed to struggle as she picked her mother up and carried her down the hall. A minute passed, and I started to wonder if we should do anything.

My question was answered when Jules was thrown against her wall and the picture behind her shattered.

"Yeah, we better get going," Dean and I said at the same time. We ran out of the car, went to the trunk, and pulled out our knives with certain images engraved on them to kill the demons. It was only a few more seconds when we heard another crash.

I turned around and blanched, because Jules was halfway out of the window.

"Crap," Dean muttered.

We ran as fast as we could to her house and barged in. Her mother was holding Jules up, who was knocked out.

"Ah, the Winchester boys. I knew you'd show up," the demon-mother-lady said.

"Let her go," Dean said menacingly.

She laughed. "My pleasure." Then, still laughing, she chucked Jules on the floor, forcing her to roll over, right in front of me. She was limp.

She looked awful. Her clothes were torn and blood was everywhere, from where the glass had cut her skin.

It saddened me that this had to happen to a little girl.

I growled, "Who are you?"

"I don't have a name. I came to give you a message."

"Oh and what is that, oh secret one?" sassed Dean.

I would rolled my eyes if they weren't locked with the demon's.

The demon hissed and said, "This girl will be the death of someone you love. You already knew one person like her, who is now dead - "

"Who sent you?" Dean interrupted.

"I dare not speak his name." It launched itself at us, to our not-too-great surprise. We were prepared and I turned to the right, Dean to the left, and in a second, the blade in my brother's hands went right inside Jules' mom's chest. She screamed and the demon inside her died.

"Well, that got really bad really fast."

Dean hurried to the mother of Jules and felt her pulse. "She's dead," he said to me.

He looked sad for a few seconds until his face hardened and turned to Jules. He picked her up bridal style. "We better take her with us," he growled. He turned around and made his way to his car, about to make a very stupid decision.

The worst part of all this is wondering if I should tell her now or later. Sooner would be better in the long run, but Dean said she had to stay with us, and I haven't ever dealt with a teenager, unless you count Dean. But he was a teen when I was a kid, and he kept his emotions in check when bad things happened...

I was being selfish, I realized, and needed to get my own worry behind me.
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~Jules~
I took the last bite of my burger, wishing I had a second one. My stomach was settling, though, so I didn't ask for another. Besides, I wouldn't want to owe the two brothers anything more than what I already owe them for.

I looked up from my plate, grabbing my water cup to take a sip at the same time, and discretely looked at Sam and Dean's faces . Dean's face, which was rather sharply sculpted and strong, was set in a frown, and his eyebrows were shaped in what I like to call the lost shape - which meant he was lost in deep thought. The look he wore made him look either disturbed or really frustrated. I couldn't tell the difference on anyone. Dean never really ate any of his burger. He played around with it, mostly.

Sam, on the other hand, looked strangely like a moose. Not an ugly moose, but sometimes people look like animals, and he happened to look like a certain large hump-backed creature that had antlers. Sam looked like millions of thoughts were running through his head all at once, and he couldn't keep up with them all. His eyebrows scrunched together. When he took a bite of his salad, his eyes followed his fork, but I was sure he didn't see it fully. His eyes were glazed over.

I couldn't tell whose facial expression worried me more.

I sighed and slammed my water cup on the table, causing the contents to spill over and several people to turn their heads towards us. Sam and Dean also snapped up to look at me.

Lifting my eyebrows in a 'no nonsense' shape, I said, "I need to know why I can't go home." If there was any thing to ask, that would be it.

Sam changed from moose to deer in headlights in two seconds flat. "I can't explain it to you right now. You'll know in time.

My eyes narrowed. I leaned in towards his head. I motioned him with my finger to come closer than before. He obliged, and I whispered in his ear, "Tell me right now or I will scream."

Dean, who wasn't able to hear me, asked, "What did she say?"

I looked at him, without an emotion on my face, and lifted my two hands up to Sam. I put all the fingers up and, in seconds, started to count down with him. By the time I got to number 3, I thought, If that's what he wants, that's what he gets. I sucked in a huge breath by 2, getting ready to scream. A millisecond before I said one, Sam put his hand over my mouth to silence me.

He looked annoyed that I was actually going to do it.

Dean still had no clue what was going on.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you," hissed Sam from between his teeth.

I put my palm up, indicating him nonverbally to proceed.

He seemed to feel really bad about snapping at me, though, so he gave me - once again - a look full of clemency.

He said, "Jules... I don't think your mother made it past last night. "

I froze, knowing exactly what he meant. I didn't want to explore how or why or what time or even if she suffered, so I just asked, "What about my dad?" My voice quivered.

"He's taken care of."

A few seconds past of me frozen passed before I slumped down in my seat, feeling the slow dread that was filling my body until it reached my heart and poisoned it. It filled me with so much pain, but it went away just as quick, and I no longer felt it. I no longer felt anything. I was empty.

My mom was my best friend. Maybe it was because the only other friend I had was Alyssa, but she was. I was a mama's girl. She would take me to get my nails and hair done when we both had a free saturday. It wasn't often, but when we were able to, we both loved it. And on rainy days, she would give me a massage and play with my hair for hours while we rot our brains watching out favorite movies and tv shows. When I got in the biggest fight with my ex best friend, my mom was the one to hold me and sing while I cried into her shoulder. One time, she took me to the fair as a surprise and even got on the ferris wheel with me, even though she was terrified of going down on those things. And every morning she would tell me she loved me before she left for work.

I wouldn't ever hear that again.

And then there's my dad. He and I would go out on Tuesday nights to the movies, just us, because mom was always at work then. I just... I wasn't able to think about how much losing him would hurt, so I didn't.

I looked out the window and stared at the people passing by in cars. Nothing processed until something clicked in my brain. In my mind I could see the expressions Sam and Dean held when I was told that she died.

It was one of guilt.

"You killed them, didn't you?" I could hear the flatness in my voice, an I inwardly winced at how dead it sounded.

Dean had a look on his face that mafe him look like he was aching in pain. He said, "I am so sorry."

It was silent for a few short minutes until I whispered, "I'm sorry too."