When Sam had explained the events which had happened for the past 5 and a half years, with the occasional input from Dean and Bobby, Sierra was speechless.
Angels, Demons, ghosts, werewolves, vampires. It was all real. Everything.
"You okay?" Dean asked, taking a step towards her, she hadn't said a word in a few minutes and still had her mouth half open.
Sierra seemed to jolt out of her daydream and looked up at him.
"Uh yeah, no, fine." She shook her head slightly and got to her feet, "I, uh, I'm gonna go get some air."
She pushed past the two brothers and made her way out the door.
Sam's eyes followed her out of the door, wanting nothing more than to go after her himself. She'd been through a lot lately and he wanted to be there for her, but right now it was obvious she wanted to be alone.
There was a long silence in the room after Sierra left. Sam shuffled his feet awkwardly until Bobby spoke.
"So are you two gonna fill me in on the hunt you just did or am i gonna have to keep asking questions until you give me the right answers?"
The brothers exchanged looks briefly before nodding and sitting down opposite him.
Sam began explaining the night at the bar and their first encounter with Sierra and how they drove her home, "Then dean decided to drive off and leave me with her." He rolled his eyes and Dean laughed,
"Don't pretend like you didn't have a good time." He chuckled, "I did you a favour!"
"Alright you two, those weren't the details i was hoping to hear." Bobby interjected, before gesturing for them to continue with what happened.
Sam nodded and continued, "The next morning, Sierra got a call from the police station saying that her brother was killed in an animal attack and about 10 minutes later Dean called me to say that Jody had told him there was a werewolf in town." He waited and when no-one said anything he carried on,
"So we went down to the station for Sierra to identify the body and long story short, her father was the werewolf who had killed him. He and his pack then tried to kill all of us, and Sierra ended up in the hospital where she then decided that she wants to become a hunter."
Bobby nodded, "Well that sounds," He paused, "eventful."
"You're telling us." Dean sighed, taking another swig from his beer.
"So, what, now you want to train Sierra to be a hunter whilst the end of the world is going down?"
"She didn't give us much of a choice!" Sam exclaimed, "I mean it was either leave her to hunt with no training or have us train her."
Bobby let out a sigh and shrugged it off, "Either way, both of you idjits look like crap so go and get some sleep and we'll talk more about everything else in the morning."
Neither of the brothers bothered to protest, they were exhausted. They trudged slowly upstairs to the spare bedrooms and Bobby watched them go before pouring himself some whiskey and sinking back into his wheelchair.
It was about half an hour before Sierra returned and Bobby was beginning to drift off to sleep in his chair. He jolted when he heard the click of the door on the latch, his body tensing as his hand leapt to the gun in his rifle beside him. When Sierra cautiously poked her head round the door way he relaxed and let out a small sigh of relief.
"Sorry i didn't mean to wake you," She mumbled quietly, turning her face from him quickly and wiping at her eyes and nose with the sleeve of her jumper. Bobby's eyes softened slightly, noticing her swollen cheeks and eyes, both bright red from crying.
