"My name. It is Leona." I said with a small smile.

"Nice one."

"Where are Sam and Dean by the way?" I asked looking around.

"Dean is out tinkering with his car and Sam is-" Bobby was interrupted by the door swinging open revealing Sam. "Right there." Bobby chuckled.

"Hey how are you doing?" Sam asked as he saw me.

"Better." I smiled and drank some water.

"She even gave me her name." Bobby said with an ounce of pride. "Leona."

Sam looked at me with a smile and I smiled back. He sat down on a chair as well right beside me.

"Where are you from?" Sam asked. I guess when you answer one question, you have to answer all of them.

"California." I answered. "I believe that's what it is called but I live in a forest." As soon as I said that I put my hand over my mouth. They didn't need to know I was wild.

"You are far from home (😝) then." Sam said and then realization dawned on him. "Wait the forest? What do you mean by that?"

Before I could answer, Bobby spoke. "You are a wild Wolfblood?" I carefully nodded, terrified once more.

"Wild how?" Sam asked intrigued.

"You live in the forest in a pack with not a whole lotta human contact. You actually try to stay away from humans." Bobby said.

I nodded. "Expect my dad always believed we should have more human contact I was so fascinated by it, when I was younger." I smiled slightly at the happy memory. "He would take me there to observe. He always said that we couldn't demand humans understand and respect us, if we don't do the same."

"Your father sounds like a smart man." Sam smiled at me and I just nodded. If I had talked too much more, I was afraid, I would cry.

Bobby looked at me puzzled and I felt uncomfortable. "Your old man. Is his name Alrik by any chance?"

I froze. How did Bobby know my father? Did he know Alex Kingcate? Was he just waiting for Kingcate to arrive, so he could hand me over?

Somehow I found the courage to speak. "How did you know?"

"I met him many years ago." I was scared by that. "I was on a werewolf hunt and I tracked your pack. I thought they had something to do with the killings, so I investigated it. Your dad must have known, I was coming. But the crazy things was, he didn't attack. He met me alone in the middle of the woods. He wanted to explain. He didn't want bloodshed, if he could avoid it. He told me that he tried to find the werewolves too. It drew unwanted attention to your pack. From what I understood Wolfbloods doesn't like werewolves either."

I shook my head. Wolfbloods hate werewolves. They give us a bad reputation. In the corner of my eye, I saw Sam listening closely to Bobby's story.

"Anyway halfway through, a little kid came running. Couldn't have been more then 2 or 3 years old. She was happy, and she ran to Alrik and sat on his shoulders. She looked at me. Not with fear or hate but curiosity. That was, when I realized that you didn't have anything to do with it. Also, I realized, I wouldn't want to kill kids. Innocent kids. So I let them go. Didn't tell a soul." Bobby finished.

"Thank you Bobby." It was the only thing, I could say but it was genuine.

"Well don't thank me. Thank yourself." I looked at him with a questioning look. Sam did too.

"What do you mean?" I asked puzzled.

"You are 15 and the little girl was 2 or 3. It was over a decade ago. I ain't stupid." Bobby answered. "That little girl was probably you."

I was dumbfounded for a little. "I am sorry but I don't remember it."

"I don't blame ya. You were not exactly old."

"Waow Bobby, I never took you for being sentimental." We heard Dean say from the door. I shrunk in my seat. He still scared me.

"Dean quit it." Sam said very annoyed once more. Dean looked at me with eyes full of doubt.

"Leona, you are probably tired." Bobby said. "You can sleep in the empty bedroom upstairs. It's the first door on the left."

"Thanks." I limped my way to the stairs, when I realized something. "Can one of you maybe help me?" I said with slight embarrassment. "You don't have to if you don't want to, cause you have already done enough."

"Don't worry." Sam said and got up. "I will help you."

Or by help, he meant carry me, but hey. Not complaining over here.

He opened the door and sat me on the bed.

"Here you go." Then he suddenly remembered something. He left and went into his room and came back with a giant shirt and a pair of shorts. "I figured you would want something to sleep in."

"Thanks." I said and took it.

"Do you want me to check the wounds before you go to bed?" He asked feeling very genuine.

"If it isn't too much." I smiled.

"No of course not." He turned around so I could change. It never bothered me when someone did that. I would know if he sneaked a peak. Perks of being a Wolfblood, I guess.

"Okay you can turn around now." I said and sat on the bed.

Sam removed the bandages from my leg. He then let them get a little air as he got some clean bandages and something to disinfect them with.

"This is probably gonna sting." He said as he wetted a cloth to clean with.

I hissed in pain as he touched the wounds. "Sorry." He said.

"It's fine."

"Well the good news is the cut on your leg is healing up nicely and quickly. It probably won't be long before I can remove the stitches." He said as he finished my leg.

"Healing is just one of my most used abilities." I chuckled.

"Really?" He chuckled.

"Yeah. When you live in the forest and look after the cubs, you end up getting hurt a lot." I laughed. Sam then proceeded to clean the burn. I bit my tongue, so I would hiss too much.

"You took care of the cubs in your pack?" Sam asked trying to divert my attention from the pain.

"Yeah." I answered. "You know teaching them about our abilities. And probably most importantly control."

"Sounds like a difficult task."

"In the beginning, it was, but not as much anymore. It's actually kinda fun." I smiled. "Expect for when they decide to gang up on you." I laughed. "Imagine, five or six cubs all ganging up on you. It is not easy to keep standing."

"I can imagine." Sam laughed back. "Here you go."

"Thank you." I said and later down on the bed, careful as to not lay on the burn.

"You're welcome." Sam smiled as he walked towards the door. "You know Leona, you don't have to fear us. We won't hurt you, not Dean either." He sighed. "And you don't have to tell us what happened before you are ready."

"Thank you Sam. Goodnight." I said with a smile.

"Goodnight, Leona." Sam proceeded to close the door leaving me with the darkness of my room.

I couldn't stop think about, how kind they have been. Hunters shouldn't be like that.

Maybe they weren't so bad after all.