A girl, a monster like Rachel, would react to this by watching Steph until the dust has settled and the lights of the bike are lost in the darkness, then retreat to the woods to find something to fight, even if it's just a tree to bruise her hands and split her knuckles on with training.


Which does not at all explain why, once it's dark again, Rachel deflates, picks up Dean's gun, and wanders back to the Impala. She puts the gun carefully back where she'd picked it up, in the backseat by Dean's bags. She sits down over by the fire, on the blanket she'd picked up at the last shop, and lies back with her eyes on the stars.

And rubs her face with both hands, as if that might wipe her mind, or her memory, clean.