"Cole, hold the light straight," Dean said lightly patting her leg from his kneeling position. Cole shuddered as another Northern Colorado wind blew relentlessly past her making her hand shake once again. She'd quickly tried to readjust her fingers to get a better grip on the flashlight but a bigger hand covered hers.

"Why don't you sit in the car, you're trembling," Sam said fully taking the flashlight from her hand. Cole began to shake her head, she wasn't a child anymore and could handle holding the light while her brother changed the tire on his car.

"N-no, I can do it," she reached for the light but Sam pulled it out of her reach. She fought the urge to roll her eyes as she looked up at him. Sam was the middle child but easily surpassed both Cole and Dean in height with his six-foot-five sasquatch frame. He looked down at her and nodded his head towards the car but Cole stood her ground and raised her eyebrows in confrontation.

"It wasn't a request Colette. Car. Now," Dean said looking up at her from the ground. Cole let her hands fall in agitation before rolling her eyes and backing away to get in on the other side. Just before her hand could pull on the door handle a strong arm wrapped itself around her throat pulling her back into an equally strong chest. A noise of surprise escaped her throat and Sam was on the move towards her and whoever had her in a death grip.

"Stop or I'll crush her," The man said. Cole couldn't see his face but could tell by how he held her that he was no stranger to his threat. Her hands came up and began to claw at the arm but stopped when the grip tightened and breathing became a chore. Sam froze and raised his hands in a surrendering gesture, "Okay, okay, just let her go. She's a kid."

Even in her situation Cole managed to shoot an aggravated glare at Sam for calling her a kid. She turned sixteen next week but clearly her brothers confused that with six, "I'm not a kid. "

The chest behind her vibrated with laughter and she felt the man lower his head to graze her neck with his nose," You're feisty I bet I could taste that in you."

Cole waited until she felt fangs grae her skin before swiftly lifting and stomping her foot down on the mans. She didn't aim to hurt him just to surprise him enough to lift his head and loosen his grip so she could throw her head back into his. Slightly disoriented but successful the man fully released her and Cole barely took a step before Sam gripped her and swung her behind him.

"Dean, now!" Sams gruff voice shouted out and Cole distantly hear the sound of an arrow being released from from the crossbow. Dean stepped from the side of the car with the crossbow on his shoulder, "Dead man's blood. Why don't you tell me if he was feisty?"

"That's gross, Dean, " Cole said stepping away from Sam to look at the body on the ground. Had any other person looked at him they'd assumed he was dead, aside from the arrow now protruding from his chest, vampires didn't breathe and the pale skin added to the lifeless look.

"Youth just don't understand good humor. Alright, Cole get in the car and Sam you grab his feet," Dean ordered before moving to grab the man's shoulders.

"Right because I'm only useful as bait," Cole muttered before walking to the back door of the car.

"Excuse me," Dean said looking to Cole expectantly, "Want to say it again?"

Cole shook her head and quickly entered the back of the car without another word. Waiting impatiently for Dean and Sam to load the body into the trunk. She was irritated that they wanted to question the vampire to try and find its' nest instead of just killing the damn thing.

"So we'll drop Cole off at the motel before taking our friend to the barn," Sam said sliding into the car.

"What do you mean? Dean said I would be able to help on this hunt!" Cole said leaning forward so she was between her two older brothers.

"And you did but now you're going back to the motel to finish the homework I know you haven't done yet," Dean said sending her a smile before turning the car on and blasting the radio, silencing Cole's response. Cole slumped back in the seat and crossed her arms in frustration, she considered pulling her legs up to her chest but Dean on more than one occasion has swatted her for doing it.

"Cole you hearing me," Dean called out over the music. Cole slowly turned her head to meet her brother's green eyes in the rearview mirror not caring that he could see the attitude in her own. She saw Dean's hand tightened on the wheel and saw Sam reach to turn the radio down before positioning himself sideways to look at both his siblings.

"I asked you a question," Dean said again his eyes alternating between the road and his sister in the mirror.

Cole shook her head no without breaking eye contact.

"I said when we get to the motel you need to jump out because the vamp won't be out for much longer and the last thing we need is him busting out," he repeated. Cole nodded once before mumbling something so low Sam strained to hear her. He waited to see if Dean reacted to her but when he didn't react Sam didn't push the subject.

The Impala purred to a slow stop in front of the motel and Cole moved to get out quickly slamming the door and walking towards the room. Gravel flew from the back of the tires as Dean sped out of the parking lot, not sparing a glance back at his little sister. Cole reached the door to their room and reached into her pocket for the key card but coming up empty handed. Frustrated she drew her hand through her hair and fought the urge to punch the door. She couldn't just go to the motel office and ask for another because how would that look? A thirteen year old asking for another key card because her older brothers went to kill a vampire and her dad has been MIA for the last two months. Yeah, that's not asking for CPS to knock on the door. Lightly kicking the door with her foot Cole turned and leaned back forcing the sting of tears to leave her eyes.

She wasn't going to cry. She was almost fourteen years old and girl's that age don't cry anymore. Digging her palms into her eyes, Cole slid down until her bottom hit cement and laid her head back on the probably dirty motel door. Dad would've let her help interrogate the vampire, he also would've known where the nest was already. She sighed knowing that was bull, her dad would've left her in the motel room and told her to man the phones incase they ran into any problems. Tucking her hair behind her ears she felt the bobby pin she'd placed there earlier that night and her shoulders slumped in relief knowing she wouldn't have to sit in the cold waiting for her brothers.

Spinning around Cole made quick work of rigging open the door and falling into the warmth of the room. She kicked the door closed and moved towards the bathroom to take the hottest showerher skin could tolerate. Dropping her jacket to the floor she wiped some steam off the mirror and stared at the dejected girl on the other side.

Dark circles had started forming under her usually happy green orbs and her blonde hair was frizzy and knotted from where the wind had tousled through it. She stared for a moment longer before shedding the rest of her clothes and moving to stand under the steam of the shower. The water washed away some of the stress that the day had brought on and Cole sighed in relief allowing herself a moment to relax before quickly finishing her shower and getting out.

Wrapping her towel around herself Cole moved to pick up her clothes, knowing when she left them annoyed Sam, she moved to leave but stepped on a folded piece of paper. She kneeled down and unfolded it, her eyes scanning the flyer she'd gotten from school that day about soccer tryouts that upcoming Friday. She wasn't great at the sport but the few times she'd played it she did pretty well and in a moment of weakness grabbed the flyer. The signature line at the bottom for the guardian was empty and Cole contemplated for a minute before leaving the bathroom in search of a pen. They may not be here long enough for her to play on the actual team but it would be fun trying out and doing something normal for once.

Years of practice made forging her brothers' signature a piece of cake and she admired her handy work for a moment before hearing the undeniable sound of the Impala pulling up front. Moving quickly Cole jogged to her bag and pulled out her clothes moving into the bathroom just as the door opened to the room. Her brothers and her were close but not that close.

"Cole you in here," Sam called out, tapping the door to the bathroom.

"No, I'm in the other room," She called sarcastically before throwing the door open. Sam smiled and rolled his eyes at her before nudging her out of the way so he could get into the bathroom.

"How'd the interrogation go?"

Stuffing her dirty clothes into her bag Cole glanced over her shoulder to where Dean was standing by the table. He wasn't looking at her though but down at the piece of paper she'd forgotten in her rush to not be indecent in front of her family. Walking quickly to her brother she tried to grab the paper from his hand but he pulled back lifting his gaze to her, "When did I sign this?"

Sam re-entered the room and quickly noticed the rising tension of the room, "What's going on?"

Dean spared him a side glance before refocusing on his youngest sibling, "Apparently Cole here has mastered my signature."

Moving closer Sam took a position not in between them but fairly close in case a fight broke out. Since Cole had been trained in fighting she's more times than not resorted to it in fights, both with her brother and classmates. She definitely had the Winchester temper.

"I know you wouldn't have let me if I asked," Cole said quietly. Lowering her gaze to the terribly patterned motel carpet below her feet.

"Do you now? Because how could you know an answer if you never ask the question," Dean said taking a step towards her. He'd never hurt his sister but sometimes she needed the reminder that before her friend he was her current guardian, so the attitude she's been sporting needed to stop.

"I'm sorry, Dean," Cole said glancing up at him. Dean stared a few seconds longer before backing away and looking at the paper again," Soccer, huh? Didn't know you were interested in sports."

Sam moved to look at the flyer too and saw that the tryouts were Friday, "You know we may not be here much longer after tryouts right, babe?"

Cole felt a little relief at the nickname and shrugged her shoulders before meeting his gaze, "I know but I just figured it would be fun to tryout and play with people my age."

"Alright," Dean said handing the flyer back to her and taking her chin in his hand so she was looking at him," But forge my signature again and you won't sit right for a week, am I clear?"

Cole nodded but Dean didn't release her chin.

"Cole," Sam said with slight warning in his tone.

"Yes, Sir," Cole said quickly and Dean let her go patting her back as he moved towards the bathroom, "Wait, what happened with the vampire? Did he tell you where the nest was?"

Sam collapsed onto the couch and grabbed his laptop, "No nest. Just him and one other newbie vamp that decided to try and play superman and save it's maker. Piece of cake."

"So it's over? This hunt is done," Cole asked unable to prevent the disappointment from slipping into her words, "Were gonna leave now?"

Dean stopped before walking into the bathroom, "I think Monday would be a good day to leave," he winked at Cole before disappearing into the bathroom. Cole couldn't stop the smile that spread across her face. They'd stay long enough for her to tryout.

"It's ten, Cole, you better get to bed before Dean comes out," Sam said, glancing at her from over his laptop. Taking a step towards the bed she stopped and quickly walked back over to Sam, kissing him quickly on the cheek.

"Thank you, Sammy," she whispered before moving back to her bed. Chick-flick moments weren't her forte and were a rare occurrence but when they did happen she did her best to make them as short as possible.

Cole layed in bed far too excited to sleep, despite the overall shit of the situation she and her siblings were in with their dad missing and Sammy losing Jess, it was a nice change to feel something other than sadness or anger. She sat up a little and looked over Deans sleeping form to see a red 5:30 on the clock. Moving as quietly as possible Cole slipped from the bed, careful not to wake Dean and have him pull his pistol on her. Moving quickly she slipped into the bathroom and closed the door before flipping on the light.

Standing in front of the mirror she leaned forward resting her hands against the grimy sink edge. Her reflection stared back but before Cole could look too long and start to spot the marks of stress she turned and flipped the shower on. She retrieved her hair tie and flipped over pulling all of her hair together and placing the tie. When she flipped her head back up the room tilted and Cole found herself leaning with it, her hands reached out for the sink but found the shower curtain instead. Letting the curtain guide her Cole fell to her knees and held onto the side of the tub.

It started in the middle of her forehead and spread like wildfire through her head. It felt like someone had just hit her with the butt of a rifle over and over again, her head felt like it was splitting open. She brought her hands up to cup her head almost like she was trying to hold it together. If her eyes had been open she'd have noticed the lights flickering, she moved to cover her ears to try and stop the high pitched white noise from piercing her brain. She fell to the ground completely bringing her legs up in a cradle position and for the first time in her life, prayed for the pain to stop.

"D-dean," She tried yelling but only managed a hoarse whisper, "Make it stop, please, please just make it stop!"

Her eyes stung with tears and her hands began to tremble. She was dying, she was going to die right here on the floor of some sleazy motel in some unknown Colorado town. She'd never see her father again or Bobby or Pastor Jim. She'd never feel Sam and Dean hug her or hear them laugh. She would never see her brothers again.

No. If Cole Alaine Winchester was going to die it was going to be at the hands of a Wendigo or a vampire, not whatever the hell this shit was.

Using whatever strength she had left Cole sucked in a breath and opened her mouth, to call for her brothers? For help? For God, she wasn't sure. But she did the only thing she was able to and let out an ear piercing scream.

She wasn't sure when it happened but at some point the mirror had shattered and spit its broken shards at her crumbled body, the single light bulb hanging from the ceiling busted and sparks flew from the remaining electrical line. She wasn't aware she was still screaming until two strong hands had grabbed her wrist and hauled her up onto her knees and held her up, shaking her lightly.

"Cole! Cole, look at me, baby," She heard Dean but he sounded far away. Like she was hearing him from another room, "Baby whats wrong?"

Then it stopped. The noise, the headache, the trembling, it was gone. Cole slowly opened her eyes, red from tears and pain, and met her brothers concerned green eyes.

"It hurt, Dean," Cole said her bottom lip trembling before her eyes fluttered shut and her head fell forward onto her brothers chest.