A pit of loneliness entered the hearts of the Winchester men, as they stood in a middle of a field at night, their father's wrapped body burning brightly in the sky. Stars shining down, giving us a little light as the the flames were brighter. They stood inches from the flames that leapt from the burning body, with the wood underneath to keep it alight. They watch silently as their father burned away. I watched a couple of inches behind leaving them to grief their father together, my own tears running down my cheeks, as I just stare at the scene at hand.

John and I were never close, but he was still a big part of Sam and Dean's life. I know he was protecting his boys from the supernatural world as long as he could but he couldn't, he wanted them to learn what was truly out their in the world. I could no longer stand back and let them go through this alone, even if they had each other, I felt like I was a part of their family, and they did care for me as I did them.

I slowly snaked my way towards them, not wanting to disturbed them from their thoughts. As I approached, their was an opening between them both, and I gently placed myself in between. They both gladly opening the space a bit more. I titled my head to look at them both, tears clear as day in their eyes. I face forward, my both hands snaking into their's and they gladly accepting the gesture. I could feel them both squeeze my hands slightly. Words didn't needed to be said or looks exchanged, to know that I was comforting them. We stood their for what seemed forever, just watching John's body burn, I couldn't bring myself to speak or do anything else, but just to watch John burn, and try to comfort both his son's.

But in the time I stood and watched. Their pain wouldn't go away easily, their life will only get harder now without their Dad to guide them, and I didn't want to leave, it would only make things worse...

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(One Week Later)

It's been a week, we were all staying at Bobby Singer's house as Dean was fixing the Impala up, so we could get back on the road. My thirst for blood was under control, as I sneak into town late in the night as everyone is asleep, and feed from the locals, erasing their memories and healing them along the way.

I watched afar, as I see Sam make his way to Dean who was under the hood of the Impala working his magic...

Metaphorically speaking.

The car began to take it's shape once again, as it looked less crunched, and batted. Dean was good with his hands, must hand that to him. I could feel Bobby's eyes stare at the back of my skull as I just stare at the boys talk.

"Yes, Bobby?" I asked, without turning my head to face him. I could even hear him shift awkwardly as the floor board creaked with his weight. He didn't speak, as I just turn my body to him, his eyes stared straight into mine, they held sadness. "What?" I held a mix expression.

"Are you alright?" He asked so innocently and his tone was gentle.

"I shouldn't be the one you ask, Bobby," I said truthfully, as I headed back inside the house, him moving to the side of the doorway letting me pass.

"I know, but you care for them both. Seeing them both like this, hurting, it must have an effect on you," the words he spoke were true, as he followed me inside.

"It does. I feel--I feel--" I tried searching for the right use to use in this matter.

"Helpless?" Bobby finished off for me, and it was the correct word to described how I feel. I gave him a firm nod, before placing myself on his couch.

"I don't want to make things worse than they already are. I know Sam is trying to deal with it, but Dean...There's something in his eyes, that let people believe that he's ok. But deep down, he isn't Bobby and it's eating him up inside. But if I ask him, he'll just brush me off like he does with Sam," I state, as I sunk deeper into the couch, just wanting to eat me up right now. But before Bobby could say anything else the front door open, to reveal Dean and Sam entering.

"Hey Bobby, have you got a car we can borrow to check something out?" Dean asked naturally, as he looked to Bobby for an answer.

"Sure, there's one round back, I'll get it for you," Bobby states as he leaves the room to fetch them the car. Sam and Dean began to get ready for their trip, cleaning themselves up and packing a few guns with them.

A while later, they were ready. As they came down the stairs fresh and clean, I was still on the couch, not even moved from the spot I was in.

"Are you not coming with?" Sam asked me, making me look in his direction.

"Hmm, no. I'm going stay and help Bobby out," I said quietly, just loud enough for them both to hear me. Sam gave me a concerned look, but Dean looked at me with something else, like he was slightly happy I was staying out of this. But I had not effort to care right now.

"Come on Sam," Dean's voice echoed in my ears, as I faced my head back down to my hands, and moments later the engine roared to life, and they began their trip.

I could hear Bobby come back inside, standing where he was earlier before the boys interrupted us. My eyes rose to look at him, tears welling in my eyes. I'm stronger than this, I'm higher than this petty situation, but my humanity is strong.

"Bobby, I have to go. I can't stay here any longer," I state quickly, as I pushed myself up from the couch.

"But the boys--"

Before he could finish I cut him off. "They can look after themselves," before he could get anything more out, I rushed off upstairs, collecting the clothes that I had came in, Bobby providing some clothes that he had laying around. Shoving them into a old duffel bag Bobby had, and coming straight down stairs. I look to Bobby pacing back and forth.

"What Bobby?" I asked as I threw the duffel onto the floor, it landing with a soft noise, as it was light weight.

"I don't think you should be going on your own Gabby," Bobby argues, coming to stand in front of me.

"I've been on my own before. What do you think I was doing before I met Sam and Dean, sitting at home cleaning? No, I was hunting on my own," I state to him, as I looked to the door, my eyes shifting to the bag. I lent down and picked it up, throwing it over my back, and walked to the door. I could feel Bobby's eyes following me every step of the way.

"Tell them I had to leave, and I wish them good luck," I state glancing behind my shoulder to look at Bobby, my voice soft, he just gave me a soft nod of the head, and I left the house.

I walked down the gravel path, Bobby's house fading from view, as the more I walked away, the more I thought that I was protecting the brother's from pain again, but truth be told. I was walking away because I was scared, for the first time in a long time, I was frightened of the safety of the Winchester men.

But will I ever see them again?

I was counting on it...