I was staying back at our motel, while Sam and Dean went to get the Colt from Bela. The new moon was rising tonight, so being a part of a robbery didn't seem like the most compelling thing, I could do.

I was watching Tv and kept glancing to the clock, wondering why they hadn't returned yet. It had been hours, since they left.

"Two of the most wanted men in all of America has just been captured in the town of Monument, Colorado." My eyes widened in surprise, as I sat up straight in my bed, when I saw pictures of Sam and Dean. Oh crap.

"They never told me, they were wanted by the cops." I mumbled to myself.

"One of the Winchester brothers, Dean, was declared dead and buried two years ago in St. Louis, Missouri, but was later seen doing a heist in a bank in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. The brothers managed to escape capture and broke out of a prison last year." The reporter continued.

"Dean has been dead?" I frowned before turning the Tv off. "So I should probably go get them out."

I went over and packed my backpack with the different guns and bullets, we had in the room. Some spraypaint and holywater just to be safe, and then I brought some of the different knives as well, including my own. I locked up the door and started going after their scent.

I had been running for a bit, when I smelled something else. Rotten eggs. "Crap, demons." I hissed as I snuck closer to the station. I could saw a helicopter in flames and bodies scattered around it.

I scrunched up my face in pain as a headache and fatigue struck me. Damn, new moons.

Finally, I spotted my way in. An airway that lead inside the building. A bit small, I thought to myself as I ripped the gate off, but it had to make do for now.

Crawling through the tight ventilation system that's basically a labyrinth whilst pushing a back pack in front of you is not fun nor easy. Luckily, I had my senses to guide me, and since I heard voices in one end, and I couldn't smell or see anyone else in the other rooms, I crawled that direction hoping to find an exit.

And boy, did I find one.

"Argh." All of the air was kicked out as I landed on the floor. Apparently, the vent couldn't bear my weight.

"What was that?" I perked up and hid behind some of the desks, as I heard footsteps approaching fast.

I thought I could smell Sam and Dean, but they would be in the cells right?.

"Who's there?" Wrong, that was definitely Dean.

"Leona." I declared as I rose with my hands over my head. I saw Sam, Dean and three other unknown people. One of them, a girl not much older then me, looked terrified.

"Cub."

"Leona." Sam and Dean frowned simultaneously, as they spotted me.

"You know her?" The black man asked as he still pointed his gun at me along with the other white man. "Who is she?"

"Leona." Sam sighed. "She is a friend of ours."

"Hey." I waved awkwardly, and the girl actually waved me back.

"Leona, Henrikson," Sam gestured to the aforementioned black man," Amici," he pointed at the other white man. "And Nancy."

"You're a little late, Cub." Dean complained.

"Sorry, I had to find out, where you were from the news." I defended. "Why aren't you two in a cell? I mean, I know I am new to all of this, but I'm pretty sure prisoners are kept in a cell."

"We were, but it seems that demons are taking over the station." Dean explained.

"And surrounding areas." I added. "When I ran from the motel, the smell of rotten eggs was strong even miles away from here."

"Wait, a damn minute. I am not following." Henrikson interrupted and looked to me. "What did you mean by new in all of this and smelling from miles away? And the motel in town is over 10 miles away."

"You wanna tell him or should I?" I looked to Sam and Dean with my arms crossed over my chest.

"Go ahead." Dean answered and gestured to the three others. .

"I am a Wolfblood." I started. "Basically, half human, half wolf." I saw Nancy creep behind Amici ever so slightly. "My senses, speed and strength are all much stronger than humans', along with my healing. Besides, I can also transform into a wolf, but that comes with the whole thing."

"So you're a werewolf?" Amici furrowed his brows.

"Don't ever compare me to those hearteating monsters." I said with a cold and almost angry voice. "I am a Wolfblood. Kind of like their cousin, but my kind is much more in control than they are."

"So now that everyone each other, we need to start figuring out how to get out of here." Sam said and looked to me. "Leona, how did you get in here?"

"The vents." I pointed up. "But I could just barely fit there, Nancy could fit too, but you four," I gestured to the men, "are not exactly small enough."

"Okay, so how do we survive?" Henrikson asked.

We had quickly all scattered around the station to prepare ourselves. Sam and I drew Devils traps in front of all the entry- and exit points, and Henrikson and Amici had gone to fetch the weapons. Dean got his shoulder fixed by Nancy, since he had apparently been shot.

Sam had brought me up to speed on the events that had occurred before I arrived, which did explain the smell of blood, death and gunpowder that had filled the station. For me at least.

"That's nice, but it's not gonna do much good." I heard Dean say as I entered the main part of the station, having already finished the drawings.

"We got an arsenal here." Amici reasoned.

"You don't pock a bear with a BB-gun." Dean tried to explain in his own Dean-way. "It's just gonna make it mad."

"What do you need?" Henrikson asked as he loosened his tie, probably from the reality that had slowly showed itself.

"Salt." Dean started.

"And loads of it." I added.

"Salt?" Amici asked in disbelief.

"Is there an echo in here?" Dean shot back.

"Listen to him." I sat down the spray can on a table along with myself. "He has done this for longer than I have lived."

"And exactly how old are you?" Henrikson asked with a frown.

"Fifteen." I simply answered.

"There is roadsalt in storeroom." Nancy informed us.

"Perfect, perfect." Dean almost cheered before going back into leader mode. "We need salt at every window and every door." Henrikson and Amici went to the storeroom, and Dean noticed, I didn't follow but instead laid on the table with a hand over my eyes. "You're okay there, Cub?"

"Headache, New moon." I sighed. "I just need a bit of rest before the grand showdown."

"You're sure, you can do this?" He asked in his overly-protective brother voice.

"Yeah." I forced a chuckle. "Last time I handled Gordon, right?"

"Right." He muttered.

"New moon?" Nancy asked nervous.

"When the moon is at the lowest, my connection to the moon is the same." I quickly explained. "Which means headaches, tiredness and essentially the feeling of having the flu, yay."

"Should you be fighting, if you feel like that?" She asked carefully.

"Nope." Dean quickly said.

"I'll be fine." I shot Dean a death glare. "Tomorrow, it will be better." I gave her a short reassuring smile. "If you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask." Nancy gave me a smile before returning to Dean's shoulder.

"How are you holding up, Nancy?" Dean asked her.

"Okay." She flashed a brief not-so-convincing smile before shaking her head. "When I was little, I would come home from church and talk about the devil. My parents were telling me to stop being so literal. I guess, I showed them, huh?" I smiled to her. "That should hold."

"Thank you." Dean smiled.

"Sure." Nancy said quietly.

"Cub, what kind of bullets did you get?" He asked me.

"A little bit of everything, but not enough salt rounds for all of us." I answered with Amici walking to us with two bags of road salt.

"Hey, where is my car?" Of course, Dean.

"Impounded out back." Amici answered before turning around to get more salt.

"Okay." Dean took his jacket to put it on.

"Wait." Amici turned to face Dean. "You are not going out there?"

"Yeah, I gotta get something out in my trunk." Dean answered.

"I'll help." I sat up, only to be pushed back down by Dean.

"Oh no, you stay put." Dean ordered.

"Dean-"

"Leona, I'm serious." Oh crap, he used my actual name. He really was serious. 

"Okay." I sighed being to tired to argue anymore.

I waited anxiously for Dean to return, as Sam had once again joined us in the main area.

"Can you hear that?" I asked.

"Hear what, Leona?" Sam questioned with a slight frown.

"The electricity?" Of course, they couldn't hear that. "It's being messed with."

"The demons." Sam and I shared a look, as he said that.

"Dean is still out there." I widened my eyes in panic. "We have to get him."

"No, Leona." Sam caught me as I tried running past him.

"What do you mean 'no'?" I yelled surprised and confused by that statement. "Your brother is out there, and you will just leave him!"

"Of course not, Leona, but we need to keep people safe in here." He put his hands on my shoulders. "I have watched Dean, since I was four. If anyone can do it, it's him."

"Okay." I said calming myself down at the words. He was right. If anyone could survive that, it's Dean.