Six

                                    

                                          
When we got back to the house, the first person I saw was Mia. She ran up to me and practically jumped me. I hugged her and it was then I registered she was crying.
                          
"Its OK. I'm here. Its OK." I tell her. I walk inside with her next to me. I say hi to Bobby and he quickly pulls me aside.
                          
"I am thankful you are here. Every 10 minutes she cries." Bobby says. I nod.
                          
"I'll talk to her." I say then run after her and to no surprise, she was in her room. I knock on the door and she looks up. I walk over to her and sit next to her, allowing her to lay her head on my shoulder. 
                          
"Did they go peacefully?" She asks me and I nod my head.
                          
"Yeah, they did. It was quick." I say and she nods.
                          
"Good." She whispers. I nod and rest my head on her shoulder but, not even 5 minutes later, her soft snores are filling the room. Chuckling slightly, I get up and rest her head on her pillows before walking down the stairs to see Dean, Sam and Bobby surrounding the fire. I stand there and watch them make conversation while watching what I assume is the photo we took a few days ago, burn in the fire.
                          
"We know you're there Darcy." Bobby says and I curse under my breath and walk toward them.
                          
"Hi." I say and Dean and Sam smile. They were the most impacted, I'm assuming, but I think I was the only one who could make them smile which made me happy. I'm a bubbly girl but I can hardly ever make someone smile and when I do, it feels great.
                          
"I think Bridget and I will go out to get some things." Dean says. I look at him, a little shocked but nod. We say goodbye to Sam and Bobby before walking out of the house.
                          
We got in the car and it was quiet and Dean even let me turn the actual radio on but it was still too quiet.
                          
"OK, jigs up. Talk." I say and turn to him. He was surprised by me suddenly speaking and starts talking.
                          
"I want to get to know you more." He says and I look at him.
                          
"So you decided to take me out to, wherever we're going, just to get to know me?" I ask him and he nods and I shake my head.
                          
"No, I've told you most things. You first." I say and he sighs.
                          
"That's not fair. I asked you first." He says and I look at him.
                          
"Don't care. Spill." I say.
                          
"OK well I hunt things people never even knew existed. I have lost almost everyone I love and I have been to hell." He says simply and I smile.
                          
"I want to know the story. Why did you go to hell in the first place?" I ask him and he laughs.
                          
"A few years ago, we found out Sam was a psychic or something, that is an entirely different story, and so he kept on getting these visions. Turns out, the demon that killed my parents was basically his boss and he was going to make an army. It was just up to the several people to be the last one standing. Sam was almost that person but was stabbed and he kind of died. I didn't want to live without him so, I sold my soul in order for him to live. I was given an entire year to live then I would die at the hands of hell hounds. That happened but then Cas resurrected me, claiming I was important to the angels or something like that." Dean explains and I nod.