Lydia sat at the table in the motel room she was staying at. Dean and Sam were out interrogating victims, trying to find out what happened. People were attacked mysteriously every time the clock struck midnight for the past week. And right now, Lydia was getting worried they'd never catch the creature that is causing this. It seemed that the creature was after females.

There was a flutter of wings behind her, and she looked over her shoulder.

"Hey, Cas! What's up?" she asked.

"..The ceiling.." Cas said, tilting his head like a confused puppy. Lydia shook her head.

"I meant like what's going on," she elaborated.

"Dean sent me to see if you made any progress yet. He says that he's getting irritated and that the women aren't even pretty," he stated. Lydia laughed.

"Well, yeah, Dean of course would think that..." she said. "But yeah, I think I figured it out..Go ahead and go tell the boys to come back," she added. With that, Castiel nodded and flew off.

Couple Hours Later....

"Lydia?" Sam called as he and Dean entered the motel room.

"Over here!" came the muffled voice from the refrigerator. A second later, Lydia closed the door, a beer in hand. She pointed at the books.

"You'll never guess what it is. If it was a snake, it'd bite us all in the ass..." she said.

"...."

"Well," Dean asked, wanting to know already.

"It's a friggin' werewolf..." she told the impatient Winchester. Groans came from both of the brothers as they realized that it was easier than they thought it to be.

Then again, it was tracking down the werewolf that was the most difficult thing to do. Lydia had kept telling them that she could be bait, but neither of the brothers seemed keen on that idea. But that wasn't gonna stop her from following through.

When the clock said 11:23 PM, Lydia got ready to head out. Dean and Sam were busy getting the stuff they needed from Baby's trunk. With real quiet footsteps, Lydia stuck to the shadows, knowing that if she stayed in the light from the light posts, the two could easily spot her from the mirror.

It was now 11:56. Lydia was in position. She purposely left the GPS on her phone on, so the boys could find her easier. She wished she could take the beanie off, but she couldn't because she didn't want to risk showing everyone what she really was. She was thankful that it was cold out, or otherwise people would think she was crazy. Lydia checked the time. 11:59. 'Almost time' she thought. And just in time, she heard the engine of Baby, and a few seconds later, she heard the distant howling.

Lydia took a deep breath. She knew the boys spotted her, but they didn't have time to change tactics. They had no choice but to let her be the bait.

There was the sound of something behind her dropping, and she jumped.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" a deep voice came from behind her.

She yelped and ran, knowing that it was her cue to run. Footsteps followed hers, matching her pace. She turned a couple of corners, and then a gunshot rang out. The figure behind her fell to the ground with a thump. Lydia stopped and leaned over, placing her hands on her knees as she caught her breath.

Lydia turned around to see Sam behind her, out of breath as well. But he didn't look happy.

"Dean's disposing of the dead werewolf."

"Great! Uh.....you aren't mad, are you?"

"Not mad...just upset..What if we didn't get here in time?!" he asked.

"Didn't you ever know of TRUST? I had faith, Sam. Try it sometime," Lydia told him as she pushed passed him to get to the Impala. Sam followed, silently.

The following day, back at the bunker...

Lydia trudged through the hallways, rubbing the sleepiness from her eyes. Before she could get further, however, she bumped into Dean, who didn't look happy.

"If this is about last night...I swear it was the only way to-"

"No, it's nothing about that. Sam was attacked last night. I just saw him a few minutes ago."

"Oh no! Is he okay??" Lydia asked, worried for the youngest, yet taller Winchester.

"Oh, he'll be alright. But that's not why I'm talking to you right now. Sam said that it was you who attacked him."

"WHAT?! But I didn't!"

"Sam wouldn't lie, Lydia."

"But-"

"I don't want to hear it. Nor do I want you around Sammy anymore. Pack your things and leave."

Lydia stared at him in shock. She was being kicked out for something she didn't do. Dean didn't budge, so she turned around, teary eyed, and walked to her room. It didn't take long for her to pack, because she usually doesn't keep much. She also grabbed the keys to her truck, because there was no way she was going to leave her precious baby here. Once Lydia was completely packed up and ready, Dean followed her to be sure she left.

She tossed her bag into the backseat of her truck and climbed in behind the wheel. She started her truck and drove off. She played some of her favorite bands as she drove, wanting something to break the silence. Silence was the last thing she wanted right now.

As Lydia drove down the deserted road, she spotted someone walking down the side of the road, looking lost. Curious, but cautious, she pulled up beside him. The guy looked up when he heard the truck's engine come to a stop.

"Hey..." he said, a sickly sweet smile on his face.

"Uhm..hey...did you need a ride to town?"

"Depends...you gonna kill me?" he answered, the smile fading slightly. Lydia shook her head.

"As long as you don't try to hurt me..." she answered. The guy nodded and climbed into the passenger seat.

"Name's Jack," he introduced.

"Nice name, mine's Lydia.." she said.

"Beautiful name for a beautiful woman," Jack said. Lydia laughed.

"Thanks. So how come you're walking on the side of a deserted road?"

"I don't drive.."

"Then how..?"

Jack sighed. "It's a story for another time, alright?"

Lydia blinked. "Uhh....okay..."

"Also, nice belt. Didn't know furry belts existed in the world," he added, wanting to change the subject.

"Oh, I made it...." she lied.

"Right," he told her. "How come you're riding alone?"

"I...I used to have a home...but my friend...he kicked me out...."

"Aww, that sucks. Why'd he kick you out, if you don't mind me asking..?"

"No reason."

Soon, Lydia pulled into town. The two kept making little chatter now and then, but it was mostly quiet during the entire ride.

"Any specific place you want me to drop you off at?" she asked.

"Here's fine," he motioned at the gas station. Lydia nodded and pulled in. Before he could hop out, Lydia locked the doors.

"Alright, here's the deal. You tell me the truth, and I might just let you go," Lydia said, wielding her demon blade. Jack sighed.

"Nothing gets passed you hunters, do they?" he said. Then his eyes flashed back before turning back to their original dark blue colors. "I'm a demon, alright?"

"And getting a ride from me is some trap, isn't it? If so, I'm not ever telling you where the Winchesters are! You can tell your boss that he can go f*** himself. I'd die first before I betray them!"

"Woah, woah! I'm not gonna hurt you! I mean, I originally was, because I was ordered to capture you and bring you back to my boss, but when I finally met you back there...I realized to myself I couldn't..." Jack defended, holding up his hands. Lydia stared at him, not sure if she should trust him.

Finally, she sighed. "Don't make me regret this," she said, as she unlocked the passenger door.

"Thanks," he said, his eyes flashed back to black, and he gave her a toothy smile. "And my demon's name is Chaos. I'm not fully demon. See ya sometime, sweetheart. And I did really mean what I said. I won't hurt you, ever."

With that, he disappeared, teleporting out of her sight. She sighed. "Could've closed the door," she muttered as she leaned over. But before she could reach out her hand, a thick cloud of smoke pushed the door closed, startling her.

"Thanks!" she called to nothing. Lydia shook her head. She didn't know why, but she somewhat trusted this Chaos person. But what did he mean that he wasn't fully demon? Lydia'd have to look more into it after she found a motel to reside in for a while. She started her truck again and drove off.