I keep the book close to me, understandably. I don't need some other shapeshifters coming in here and kicking my ass again. I can see the looks of worry on Sam and Dean's faces. Sometimes, I forget how much older than me they are. If I look hard enough, I catch a good glimpse of their life of pain and triumph. They embody everything that a good man should be. They're different from each other but the same. I like to think I know it all, and I almost never listen to wise council. That's like Dean. I'm also sensitive and willing to think beyond my emotions in a high stress situation. That's like Sam.  What I lack is the triumph part. I have less than five kills under my belt. I've never saved the world before. When I look at Sam, I feel the heat from his girlfriend burning on the ceiling of his college apartment. When I look at Dean, I see the fear and confusion of his mother burning on the ceiling. It's devastating and catastrophic, but they still choose to save people like me, some people who don't even deserve to be saved as well. They have different outlooks but the same trauma. I trust them fully. To tell the truth, and this makes me ill to admit, I enjoy their company. They're like a GPS, navigating me away from a road closure, helping me find better routes. All they want to do is help, if I can just let them do it.
I sit, staring at the wall. I think about the book and how much I did to protect t it. If I'd have just given it up, this would have all been for nothing.
"How's she holding up?" Sam asks behind me.
"Well, she's alive. Let's start with that." Dean responds. I snap out of what I've been hypnotized by.
Dean plops down next to me. "Stop staring at me, it's rude." He jokes with me.

"Stop being so ugly and I wouldn't have to stare," I joke back.

"Thanks for cleaning up. " I feel my smile fade as they look at me with what seems like pity. Sam looks at my neck where shapeshifter Sam choked me. Dean looks at my bruises on my arms that I endured for my beloved book.

  "We have to talk." Dean actually sounds soft for once, like he cares.

"If you wanted to leave, we wouldn't track you down. We won't force you to stay. I know you're capable of taking care of yourself to an extent. But this proves the fight isn't over yet too."

  "Do you want me to leave?" My stomach drops.
"No, no, no. We care about you. We just don't want you to feel like we're keeping you here." Sam explains for the both of them. I'm actually convinced that they care, but it's a tough choice. Independence with risk or dependency with less risk. I think I'd choose the dependency.
"You made a promise to my dad. He is intentional in his wishes and must have thought highly of you two. I do too. I want to stay. Can I stay? Just until we figure this whole thing out. I've been making some real progress with the book, like I was trying to tell you. It turns out it was shapeshifter you."
"Of course you can stay. But Sam and I are going on a hunt. Will you be alright here alone?"
"Yeah." I smile at them. I'm confident that I'm telling the truth.
"Come on. I'll show you the weapons room. There's some cool stuff in there." Dean stands up and waits for me.
  I follow him to a room in the maze of hallways.
  "This place is cool. How did you end up here?"
  "It's funny. There's this thing called The Men of Letters. They're like hunters, but book nerds. They created this back in the day for a place to research and be protected. It's pretty sweet. Sam and I were so happy to find this place."
  "No more crappy motels." Dean and I say it in unison. He turns around and smiles at me.
  "Exactly," he opens the door. There's a florescent lighted room, with a chair and walls lined with weapons. I step in and look around, feeling absolutely amazed and excited to try some of the stuff out.
  "Go get your bag. You can go shopping." I practically run out of the room to go get my bag. I empty the contents onto the bed and see a card fall out, face down. I flip it to see The Moon. I grab my phone off the nightstand and see a text from Sarah. Hey, stud. Thinking about you. Kisses;)" I'll respond later. I search for what The Moon means.
I find this website called, "Labarynthos." It'll do.
The Moon Tarot Card Description
When we encounter the Moon, we see a path that leads off into the distance. On either side of the path stand a wolf and a dog, representing our animalistic nature - one is civilized, and the other wild and feral. There is a crawfish that is crawling out of the pond from which the path stems from. In the distance, we can see two towers flanking the central path, once again alluding to the doubles visible in this card. Everything in this card seems to echo the other, as if to allude to two possibilities. When we walk down the path, we walk the fine line between conscious and unconscious, between the tamed side of civilization of the dog, and the forces of nature represented by the wolf.

The towers on the opposing ends represent the forces of good and evil, and their similarity in appearance can allude to the difficulties that we face in distinguishing between them.
Im going to have to figure out what the hell that means later. I walk down the hallway with my empty bag.
Inside, Dean has already picked out a few items for me. In the metal chair, I think of Principle Perry. I see a Busty Asian Beauties magazine sitting in it.
"Oh gross." I grab the magazine and hand it to Dean.
"Oh, that's Sam's." He places it on the table next to the weapons. I sit in the chair, thinking of when I was sitting across from Principle Perry, getting in trouble for my mouth. The simpler times.
  "Come on." He urges me to come closer to him.
  "Holy water. For demons." He packs it in my bag.
  "Angel blade. Kills demons and angels." He continues.
  "Silver knife. Kills shapeshifters, werewolves, some other stuff."
  "Shapeshifters." We both chuckle.
  "Witch killing bullets." He drops them in my bag.
  "Revolver for a little girl like you. Uh, let's see. What else? Wooden stake. That'll do for now."
  "Thank you, Dean." I stand up from the chair and zip the bag. I sling it over my shoulder and look up at him.
  "We will be close by and we'll be in touch." He starts towards the door.
  "What kind of case is it?"
  "We're not sure yet. Sam just saw the news report of bodies being drained. Could be anything." We reach the main area where Sam is standing with his own bag and Dean's.
  "Alright, Elizabeth. We left some of the credit cards on the counter if you want to go get some food. We'll be in touch."
  "Got it." I watch them head up the stairs.