John and Annie's first encounter

"I can't get John out of my head, the way we met, the way they all saved my life, I'm gonna write it down so it'll leave my head.", -Annie, in her journal.

The story, as told by Annie;

"It was a cold and rainy evening, I had just witnessed my father's death, my parents had gone through a hard divorce, I was living with my father as my mother had moved to Italy I couldn't fly over, my father was a poor man, but that didn't affect our relationship, we lived out in a cabin of which was buried in the woods, very far out, nobody really knew we lived there, especially not the people from the city, I had run the full 3 minutes to the road outside our home, John and his boys were driving down that road that night, I went onto the road and ran as far as my little petite legs could take me down that road, I heard a car behind me, it slowed down, the hum of its engine was unique, not like anything I'd heard before, the volume of it decreased as it followed behind me slowly, it eventually sped up slightly and my eyes met the driver's, it was John, we had never met before, he rolled down his window and asked what was going on, i sniffed, I heard the boy in shotgun turn down the radio to hear better, I wiped tears from my eyes, my heart still racing "y-you wouldn't believe me..", I said, my voice cracked and shook as I cried, John stepped out of the car and wrapped his arms around me, trying to comfort me, I sniffed, and hugged back as I felt someone's eyes on me, it felt human, but I couldn't tell, "They're coming..", I said, John opened the door to the right of the impala after leading me over, he made me sit down, he gently closed to door and ran back to the driver's side, and sat back down, closing his door, he just drove, the first thing I noticed in the car was the boy sitting next to me, he was attractive, very, I didn't care, though, I'd just lost my everything, my world, we drove to a gas station, the one nearest, just a few minutes of a drive down the road after hanging a left halfway there, John turned back in his seat, "What happened, can you tell me?", I just breathed for a few moments, trying to calm down and understand what was going on, and where I was standing at that moment, I felt eyes on me again, I cleared my throat after I wiped tears from my cheeks, I then explained what had happened the best that I could, that there were men at my home at one moment, and then gone the next, they were trying their best to take me away, and had killed my dad trying. John put his hand over his mouth, and looked at the boy next to me, giving him signals with my eyes. "I'm John, and these are my boys, Sam and Dean, we're not gonna let you get hurt by those men again, I swear", he said, I felt much less uneasy and much calmer after that, after a few moments of awkward silence, I looked up, the boy in the passenger's seat introduced himself, "Well, I'm Dean..", he said, the boy next to me cleared his throat, "And I'm Sam, nice to meet you.", he said, at least I now knew his name, the car seat was comfortable, I was much calmer when we arrived at the motel, I stayed in the car with the boys as John rented a room, we all got out of the car as John walked out, he lead us to our room, I sat down on the bed, rips in my jacket and shorts from running through the woods, scrapes on my feet and shins, and bruises on my knees. I crossed my legs, I could tell everyone was looking at me, I felt uneasy, remembering what had happened to my father back there, "I'm 14...", I said, looking for a response, "I'm 14, too.", Sam said, I smiled slightly, now knowing someone there was my age, he looked much older than he should've, "I'm 17.. and a half.", Dean said, I looked up at him, "And my age doesn't matter!", John said, smiling, I laughed softly for a moment, John then asked me a question, "Are you hungry?", he asked, I nodded, he grabbed his car keys, I stopped him, "I always carry snacks on me..", I said, "You deserve a real meal.", John said, I couldn't stop him, "What do you want?", he asked, his eyes met mine, "I guess I'll take a burger..", I started, "And a Pepsi...", I continued. John nodded as he memorized my short request, he then left, I laid down, I heard Sam yell, "It's my turn for the bed!", Dean sighed, angry. "Okay, loser.", he said and laid down on the couch, I heard Sam jump onto his bed and lay down. It wasn't too long before we heard the doorknob twist, the key turning, I heard it unlock, I sat up, John came in with a bag from McDonald's, and a drink, I smiled at him as he handed me them, "They didn't have Pepsi, so I got you a Dr. Pepper.", he smiled back and then sat down next to Dean, who was already out cold, probably already dreaming. I ate and then went to bed, I knew this was my new life, it wasn't too bad, but I was scarred for life."