Dean Monologue

I could feel the car softly rocking back and forth as Dean drove. We were going to Virginia for a new 'assignment'.

I was in a weird state of sleep where I wasn't awake, but I wasn't completely asleep either.

I couldn't make out sounds or voices. Though, I knew Sam and Dean were bickering up front.

I wouldn't expect anything different from them.

My days were pretty much all the same: wake up, new town, new mission, have dinner with my brothers while we talk about tomorrow's mission, and then fall asleep in the car only to wake up and do it all again.

I was used to it though. It be weird is if I went to school and hung out with friends, or joined a sport. I never did that. I never had time to.

My father, a heartbroken widower who wanted

Sam is my twin brother. We look alike, but we are two completely different people. Dean is our older brother. I have more things in common with Dean. We always get along and we've always been together.

Sam hasn't wanted any part in hunting. He's always tried to be normal and have a regular life. I think it's partly because he's afraid he's the reason Mom is dead.

Dean knew Mom. He still remembered her. He got to experience life with a mother. He shares the same feelings as Dad does about everything.

Don't even get me started on Dad. Who knows where he is. I'm always afraid Dean might leave like Dad did, and I'll never be able to see him again.

I didn't know Mary Winchester. Though, I heard she was a lovely lady. I never understood why Dad felt so strongly about finding her killer. I want to know why they killed her. That was the only reason I still helped my family hunt.

I felt the rocking of the car slow down to a stop. I guess we need gas.

"Come on, Em. Get up." I heard someone say as I opened my

I sat up and stretched. Thankfully, Dean's car was comfortable enough to sleep in.

"You got to sleep the whole 9 hours, while I, on the other hand, had to listen to Dean sing AC/DC from the top of his lungs." Sam shook his head.

"You're welcome." Dean winked as we got out of the car.

"I haven't slept that long since. . ." I stopped, realizing what I was saying.

Dean sighed as we began walking towards what looked to be a bar.

"Mystic Grill." Sam read the sign.

"What a mysterious name." I joked.

Sam shook his head and Dean gave me a 'really?' look.

I sighed, "You guys are no fun. We could go anywhere in the world to kill ghosts and you pick Virginia!"

"Okay we'll just let these people die so we can go have fun." Dean said.

"That's all I'm asking." I muttered.

We sat down at a table near the bar.

"So what are we dealing with?" I asked when the waiter had finished taking our order.

"Well, there have been 5 deaths in the past week. But this had happened every 50 years since the 1800's. The victims necks are ripped open and their bodies are drained of blood." Sam explained.

Dean raised his eyebrows, "So what do you think it is?"

"Police say it's a mountain lion." Sam