Weeks passed, and the hunts stayed quiet. It gave the three of you time to rest, to recuperate from the previous hunts, and to try and figure out what was controlling you.

By the start of the third week, you were all walking around on eggshells, knowing that it would be coming at any moment. Dean was grumpier than normal, often turning to his side during the night instead of pulling you close.

Sam spent the majority of his time searching the internet. He knew the name Tyler, and he had found out the town you had been last placed in. He had even seen Tyler's obituary in the local newspaper, but it gave no clues as to who his friends might be. You had the town, and one of the kids, but it still seemed like a dead end, dampening spirits even worse.

Cas had dropped by, taking the newest information and flying off once again, leaving to search the town. So far he hadn't returned, and you were worried that something had happened to him.

Sitting at the table, a glass of whiskey in Dean's hand, you tapped your fingers on the wood. "What if...," you started, not sure you wanted to finish. Taking a deep breath, you took Dean's hand in your own. "What if the death of Tyler stopped this whole thing? What if we're sitting here waiting for the next pin to drop, but it's never going to?"

"Do you really believe that Y/N?" Dean muttered, not meaning to be mean, but the frustration he felt was laced through his words. "That we're in the clear now?"

"No, I don't," you whispered, gasping when Dean pulled you onto his lap, holding you tight.

"Y/ N, I want this finished as much as you do. But I keep thinking about everything we've gone through, and even though nothing has happened, I know it's not over. There's no way that one kids death would stop this. It's too strong, too powerful."

"I know. I was just hoping that just maybe we would get lucky. But that's not in our cards, is it?"

His eyes full of guilt and frustration, he leaned down, kissing you fervently.

"Guys, I think I might have finally figured something out!" Sam started to say, but you had a hard time concentrating on his words.

"Dean, I don't feel very good," you whispered, reaching up and grasping his arm, trying to ground yourself.

"What's wrong?" He asked, frowning at the paleness of your skin.

"I think it's happening again," you answered, squeezing tight to him, hoping the feeling would go away. "Dean, I don't want to go. Please," you pleaded with him.

"Y/N, try to fight it!" He exclaimed, just as Cas returned to the bunker, his eyes widening as he took in your shaky form.

"What is going on?" Cas asked, as you faded away, getting transported into another scary hunt. And it looked like this time you were on your own.

"Do you think we should be doing this Zach?" Sophia asked as they settled into the living room. It wasn't evening, but their parents had gone out on this rainy day, leaving the siblings on their own. "After what happened to Tyler? And that strange man showing up, asking questions at the store. I think we should hide the book a little bit longer."

"No, we've neglected it enough," Zach insisted, opening the page up. In the dreary light his skin looked pale, dark circles under his eyes. His once blue eyes had turned murky, his mouth grim as he lovingly patted the book. "This book needs to be finished, or...,"

"Or what Zach? You're scaring me," Sophia mumbled, wishing that the book had never been found.

"If this book isn't finished, the readers will die, as will the heroes in our story. And you don't want that, do you Sophia?" Zach growled low in his throat, sending goosebumps up and down Sophia's arms.

"No, I don't," she whispered, afraid that his threat would be true. That if the story wasn't finished, it would mean everyone's death. It had already taken Tyler, that she was assured of.

Unlike before, you were thrown into this new hunt with vigour. Flying through the trees, you landed onto the ground with a thud, your ankle giving away underneath the force of your fall. Crying out in pain, you crumpled in on yourself. Knowing how these hunts seemed to go, you couldn't afford to start out hurt.

"Damn it," you muttered, attempting to stand, your ankle immediately giving out once again. Reaching into your pocket, you were relieved to find out that your phone had made the trip with you. Quickly dialing Dean's phone number, you glanced around for something that could form a crutch.

"Y/N, where are you?" Dean asked, answering on the second ring. "Are you okay?"

"I'm in some freaking forest," you muttered, scooting on your butt towards the biggest tree. "And the landing wasn't easy. Sprained my ankle."

"Sam's already working on getting your location," Dean explained. "How's the ankle? Too sore to walk?"

"It won't hold my weight," you admitted, pulling a large branch from the ground, testing to see if it was sturdy enough. "But I'm figuring it out."

"Damn it," Dean muttered. "Y/N, find a spot and hide. Sam and I are on our way, so you don't have to do this alone."

"Dean, do you really think that's going to work?" You asked, leaning against the tree as you started to stand up. "These hunts don't wait for anyone."

"Don't do anything stupid," he insisted. "And Sam's got your location. If you go North, there's a highway. We can meet there, but don't push yourself too far."

"Dean, I'm a little scared," you told him, hating how your voice shook. "These humans are getting worse, and I'm still afraid that someone isn't going to make it out of this one alive."

"Don't say that," he ordered. "Cas is close to finding the kids, and everything will be over. And we'll all be safe."

"I hope you're right," you answered. "Because I would like to actually have a chance to relax. Maybe go out on a date."

"Anybody special in mind?" He asked, his voice soft.

"Hmm, there's a certain green eyed man that I've had my eye on for a while. Tall, handsome, thinks he's funnier than he is. But he's amazing in bed, and I wouldn't know what to do without him," you teased.

"As long as he treats you right."

"He does. Especially if he hurries up and gets me out of this creepy forest," you answered. It was hard trying to get your footing with the crutch while talking on the phone, and you wanted to have your battery last as long as possible. "Dean, please hurry. I'll move towards the highway."

"Be safe," he insisted once again before hanging up.

Once Dean had hanged up, you tucked your phone back into your pocket, trying to get your sense of location. You always carried a compass with you, placed on your small multi use tool. Holding it up, you quickly located north.

"Here goes nothing," you muttered, starting forward. Even with the branch trying to take the majority of your weight, it was tough going, and you knew it was going to be a task getting to the highway.

The air was heavy in the forest, cool, but musty. But you immediately noticed how quiet it was. No animals scurrying through the dense forest foliage. No birds twittering in the trees. It was eerie, and made you want to get out of here as fast as you could.

Hobbling as fast as you could, making sure to keep your compass in front of you, your foot collided with a root, tripping you down to the ground once again. "This freaking sucks!" You cried out, slamming your hand against the tree, your tortured ankle throbbing. Pulling your jean leg up, you noticed how swollen your ankle was, the skin already turning a viscous purplish blue.

Taking in a deep breath, you pulled yourself back up, putting most of your weight onto the branch.

Trying to ignore the pain, you could finally make out a sound in the still forest. Faint, it was not a sound that you would expect to here. "Is that a baby?" You asked yourself, feeling foolish for talking to yourself.

It was coming from straight ahead, due North like you were going. Clutching the branch tightly, you continued forward, the cool air of the forest chilling you through your thin flannel. "This is ridiculous," you muttered to yourself, careful this time to not trip over any roots or fallen branches.

As you continued on, the crying grew louder, unmistakably the sound of a baby. Your heart bleeding for the poor baby, you moved as fast as you could.

It was almost a full minute later you burst into a clearing. Almost a complete circle, with no vegetation growing inside. A bundle of cloth lay in the middle, the cries coming from within. "This looks ominous," you mumbled to yourself, checking for any signs that this was some sort of trap.

You fought with yourself for a moment. Wanting to leave the baby there, moving away from any danger. But another part of you refused to leave a baby behind. Nibbling on your lip in frustration, you stepped fully into the clearing, heading towards the baby.

Reaching down, you carefully picked the baby up, the cloth falling back to reveal the buttery smooth skin of a healthy baby. "What are you doing here?" You cooed, gently rocking the baby as it continued to cry.

As you rocked it, the crying slowed down, and it gurgled up at you, it's blue eyes bright. "Let's get you out of here," you decided, wondering how you were going to carry a baby while leaning on a crutch. Taking your flannel off, you created a sling, gently placing the quiet baby in, before picking your crutch up once again. With the baby nestled against your breast, you left the circle, feeling a swirling of air as you went. Strong enough to move the leaves scattered on the floor, it sent shivers up your arms as you started to move north once again.

The baby stayed quiet as you moved, leaving your footsteps the only sound in the forest. With each step your uneasiness started to get the better of you. Your hair on the back of your neck rose, your breath quickened, an unsettling feeling in your stomach made you realize something wasn't right.

Just as you could hear the sounds of the highway in the distance, the baby started rustling against your body, gurgling before it started to cry once again. "Shh, we're almost there," you cooed, attempting to soothe it by rocking it. The cries seemed to get louder and louder, and soon you had to stop, afraid that the something was seriously wrong with the baby.

"Can't you relax for a couple more moments? We're almost there!" You exclaimed as the phone in your back pocket started buzzing. Leaning against a tree, you pulled back the cloth, a scream startled from your lips.

In place of the peaceful baby was a big bundle of something shiny and black. Bright red eyes stared up at you, two rows of white, extremely sharp teeth gnawing towards your arm. As you stared down at horror at the creature, the crying stopped as it tried to snap it's mouth around your arm.

Acting fast, you pulled off the sling, the creature falling to the ground. Scuttering around on all fours, it hissed at you, growing bigger with each second.

"What the hell are you?" You asked, hearing the creak and snap as it's bones continued to grow. Growling, it continued to stalk towards you, his tongue long and pointing running along the sharpened points of it's teeth. It's claws dug through the damp ground as it scurried towards you.

Reaching into your pocket, you remembered your knife was back at the bunker, waiting to be sharpened by Dean. All you had was your little multi tool, along with the branch you used as a crutch.

Trying to scramble backwards, your ankle collapsed under the pressure, sending you to the forest floor once again. "Damn it," you exclaimed as the creature launched towards you.

Landing on top of you, it snapped it's jaws, and you reached up, grasping hold of the slimy black skin, keeping it from biting at your face.

Fighting as hard as you could, you tried reach for your crutch, it's teeth dangerously close to your neck. Pushing as hard as you could, you weren't sure how long you could hold it off when a shot rang out.

The creature slumped to the side, it's neon green blood splashing you as it went down. "What the hell was that?" Dean asked, striding forward. Staring down at the monster, he unloaded his clip into the monster, making sure that it wasn't going to come back to life.

Satisfied, Dean helped you to your feet, holding you steady. "You okay?"

"My ankle hurts, and I'm covered in disgusting monster blood. But yeah, otherwise I'm just peachy."

As Dean leaned down to pick you up, the familiar sound of the monster growling could be heard. Turning back in horror, you watched as it broke into four pieces, each growing into a full sized monster within minutes. "What the hell is this thing?" Dean exclaimed, pulling you behind him.

Both of you had a feeling that a gun was no match against this monster. Reaching into his pocket, Dean pulled out his knife, holding it out in front of him.

Sam came rounding the corner then, two machete's in his hands. Tossing one to Dean, he went straight towards the monster, slicing a head right off. Leaving you to lean against a tree, Dean went for the other monster, which had grown almost to the size of large dog by now. As he cleared it's head off, the last one started creeping behind him. Screaming out a warning, you watched as it took Dean down, his machete skidding towards you.

With the monster's teeth about ready to sink into Dean, you scrambled forward, ignoring the screaming pain in your ankle. With the machete in your hands, you swung as hard as you could, cleaving the head clean off.

Falling to the ground, you watched as Sam and Dean tried to catch their breath. All three of you watching to see if they would come back to life once again. Seconds ticked by, and nothing but green blood oozed at. "I think that killed them for sure," you said.

"That is probably the craziest thing I've ever seen," Sam exclaimed, as Dean leaned down, helping you to your feet once again. Keeping you supported, he shook his head in amazement.

"Let's get the hell out of here," he muttered. Bending down, he patted his back. "How about a piggy back ride?"

That sounded so much better than dealing with the branch any longer. With his help, you climbed onto his back, holding onto his back as he started towards the highway.

It was only a short trip, and soon you could see the Impala in front of you, a familiar angel sitting inside. As Dean slid you onto the backseat, Cas spoke up. "I've found the kids. I came to tell you, and noticed you were gone."

"Did you deal with them?" Dean asked, and Cas shook his head. "The book they are using, it's very powerful. Warded against Angels. I need your assistance."

"What are we waiting for?" Sam asked. "Let's get this finished with!"