Aeslyn had been sitting in a chair by the window for the last three hours, writing and sketching. She didn't have it in her to sleep any longer and lying down was just getting frustrating. She was used to moving, and doing things. She hated just sitting around, and more than that, she hated that these two guys were watching her so closely. She could feel them constantly looking at her and she couldn't take it anymore. With a groan of frustration she slammed the pencil down on the table. "I am not some zoo exhibit!" She hollered at them and turned her head to glare at them

Dean failed at trying to casually look away and just sighed. "No one said you were…"

"Then stop fucking staring at me like I am!"

"Okay! Jeez, sorry lady"

Aeslyn sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Thank you. I couldn't take the stares any longer. Felt like ya'll would burn a hole in the side of my head with them."

Sam was the one to raise a brow this time. "Ya'll?"

Aeslyn rolled her eyes and let her hair fall as she hung her head. Shaking it out of her face as she looked up, she figured maybe she did owe them a bit of information at least. "Yes, ya'll. It slips out when I'm tired. I grew up in Texas and… I'm still tired. And my name isn't lady, it's Aeslyn."

Dean's brow went up at the sudden offering of information. "Texas? Seriously? I mean who the fuck actually grows up in Texas?"

Her eyes narrowed in disdain at him. "Well fuckboy, I grew up in Texas. Smaller town near Fort Worth. I didn't hate every minute of it… but I clearly didn't stay there did I?"

Sam scoffed and shook his head. "Pardon my brother, he can be bit callous at times. So…" Sam paused, unable to really come up with a solid question. "What exactly brought you" He could see the look on her face and sighed "I'm just trying to make conversation."

Aeslyn took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I know, I'm sorry. It's been a long time since I've spent more than a few hours in the presence of other people. I guess my interpersonal skills are a bit rusty." She turned her attention back to the paper in front of her and went back to sketching. She could feel them watching her again. "I take it you'd like more than just my name and birthplace…" She continued sketching until she realized that the silence wasn't about to end. Setting her pencil down she looked up, tucked her hair behind her ear, and looked between them. "I think I should buy you boys a drink…"

Dean's brow furrowed at her last comment. She'd been so adamant about not leaving that he was confused how she planned to buy them a drink. That was until he watched her walk to the fridge and pull out three beers. Of course. Dean thought to himself. He took the proffered beverage and watched as she slowly moved to sit back down in the same chair, but this time she swung it around, and straddled it, leaning against the back of it. He'd never understand why so many women enjoyed sitting that way. "So. Aeslyn from Texas… How exactly did you end up a hunter?"

"Jeez Dean, just dive right there why don't you…" Sam muttered, knowing full well the look he'd get from his brother.

"Actually, yeah I will. I want to know more about her, and I'm sick of dancing around the facts. We patched her up, now she gets to tell us why."

Aselyn just started to chuckle. "Wow, and I thought my people skills were bad…" She sighed again and took a long drink from her beer. "Now, where was I. Ah, yes. I grew up in Texas, and left just after high school. Followed love… or so I thought. Turned out he was just some abusive asshat that strung me along for the money" she watched each of their expressions change. "Yes, the money. I come from money… lots of it too." She laughed as Dean started to cough. "I said I come from money, not that I have it now. Well, that's not entirely true, but that's a story for another time." When she saw one of them open their mouths to speak she just lifted her hand. "You get one chance to hear my tale… you listen or you lose" She looked back out the window. "So I followed the abusive fuck to California. Only took one ER visit for me to cut and run. I made it all the way to Vegas before the bastard found me." She took a long drink from her beer again, then set it on the table and started picking at the label.

"And?" Dean asked, impatience clear in his voice.

She just kept picking at the label, deciding how much more she wanted to disclose. Finally she sighed, shook her head and scoffed. "Fuck it" she muttered and shook her head "suppose someone should know all this shit, might as well be you". Swallowing hard, she peeled the label off the bottle and started to fold it up. "So, he tracks me down to Vegas, and I ran" Deans sound of frustration brought her head up. "No, I mean I literally ran. Like, ran through this shitty little area of the town until my legs ached. I ran until I could get myself to the most public location possible… the strip. Thankfully that is one place that doesn't ever sleep, but the downside to it is that creatures of all sorts frequent it as well. You'd be surprised how many demons and shifters are there. I tried to blend into the crowd, but it didn't help. So the fucker corners me, drags me into an alley and wraps his hands around my neck." She chuckled "out of nowhere this guy comes walking down the alley like he owns the place, and throws a flask full of water at him. Well… I'd thought it was just water. Of course I had no idea then just what he was" She paused, set the folded label down on the table and ran a hand through her hair. "I would be one to fall in love with a fucking demon. Even after all the shit… I loved him" She cleared her throat and kept going. "So there I am, coughing up a storm and this guy whips out a book and starts reading from it in Latin. That's about when the lightbulb went on. I watched, shocked, as this guy literally exorcised a demon… right in front of me. Scared the piss out of me…" She finally looked up then and into the confused, and shocked faces of Sam and Dean.

Dean just started to laugh. "Wow" he said and stood up. "That's a hell of a tale. Care to tell the truth now?" His voice was full of anger and frustration.

"DEAN!" Sam shouted at him.

"What? That's the most bullshit story I've heard in a long time"

"Oh, right, because nothing like that could ever actually happen to someone. I mean, it's not like our story didn't start with a demon…" Sam rambled off.

"Believe it or not, it's the fucking truth you arrogant bastard. I followed that guy for two days begging him to explain all of it to me… to teach me what he knew. So you can either believe my story, or don't. That's entirely up to you… but it aint bullshit" She said and looked up at him with anger in her eyes.

Dean rolled his eyes and walked away. "I need a stronger drink" he muttered, grabbed his keys and walked out the door.

Sam started to chase after his brother, but realized it was pointless. He watched through the window as Dean stopped at the door to the Impala, muttered something, shook his head and walked off. Turning back towards her he smiled lightly. "Sorry about that… he has a hard time believing people sometimes" he said and looked around awkwardly. "So, uh…"

"Yeah well, it's not like my story is a little tough to believe. Hell sometimes I don't want to believe it… but it happened" Her words were full of pain and regret and she went back to picking at something on the beer bottle. "Look you don't have to stay and babysit me. Go after your brother. I'm good here, can't go far with one arm out of commission" she said and stood up, walked to the TV and turned it on before sitting down on the bed. She laughed at the look on Sam's face. "I swear to you that I won't go anywhere. If it makes you feel better…" She picked up her wallet and tossed it at him, smiling as he caught it. "That thing is my life… so don't lose it" she nodded at him and lay back on the bed. "Now go calm him down. I'm just going to lay here and watch TV. Swear it" She watched as he hesitantly turned, and left. "Fucks sake…" She muttered and changed the channel on the TV.

Dean had reluctantly followed his brother, but only after Sam had sat and joined him for a beer. He needed time to clear his head, and at this point he didn't give a fuck if that slice of crazy he'd patched up had run off. An hour later he was walking down the road with Sam, nothing but the crunch of the ground under their boots to kill the silence.

"I can't believe you talked me into leaving"

"I can't believe you bailed out like that"

"I bailed because she's bat shit crazy Sam… even you have to be able to see that"

"What, because her story is a little out of the ordinary? Come on Dean, OUR stories are out of the ordinary."

Dean scoffed, but didn't really have much of a retort to Sam's statement… because he really couldn't argue with it. Letting out a long sigh he chuckled a little as they approached the door to the motel.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing Sammy… nothing…" shaking his head he reached for the key in his back pocket.

That's when they heard the blood curdling scream from the other side of the door. Dean fumbled just a moment as he unlocked the door, and the scream grew louder. Sam had his gun drawn and Dean scanned the room, only to find it completely empty.

"DEAN!" Sam yelled, stowing his gun and running toward the bed.

Aeslyn would appear to be in some form of night terror as she flailed on the bed still screaming. It took Sam a moment to reach her and just as he did, her body twisted, her legs flinging with a speed known only in fear. Sam grunted as her right leg connected with his side, and took him down. A moment later Dean was there and attempting to hold her down. Sam stood up in time to see Aeslyn's arm fling out and connect with Dean's face. Sam stood up, and wrestled her arms down.

"We need to wake her up!" He called out to his brother over her continued screams "before people come knocking on the door…"

Dean nodded and lifted the girl, still flailing and screaming, over his shoulder and headed toward the bathroom, he heaved her into the shower and turned on the coldest water he could. Shaking his head from the barrage of hits he suffered in his attempts to move her, he stepped back not wanting to be so close when she did wake up. Just as Sam reached the doorway, the screaming stopped. Aeslyn gasped as she came to and panicked.

"WHAT IS HAPPENING?" she called out and jumped as she saw Dean lean in to turn off the water.

"Why don't you tell us?"

Aeslyn ran her hands over her face, wiping the water from her eyes and gathering her hair back as she looked around. "Why am I in the shower?" She asked timidly.

Dean raised a brow and looked down at her, running the back of his hand over his now swelling cheekbone. "Had to wake you up"

Aeslyn heaved a sigh and dropped her head back against the wall behind her. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around herself. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let myself sleep. I didn't think I would still suffer the night terrors. Haven't had one in so long"