The crisp night air inside the black '67 Impala went hot and rank with the scent of burnt rubber as Dean spun the tires wildly. Sam sat pensively, blocking out the old Black Sabbath cassette tape that blared and boomed from the speakers. Aside from the extremely loud music, the young men sat quietly in the car together, racing down the empty stretch of asphalt in the dark night.
Suddenly, the younger one felt the need to turn his head sharply to the right, as he did he caught sight of a frantically moving splotch of light bursting through the trees. Most likely someone was running with a flashlight. But who, he thought, would go running in the woods this late at night? The brightness of the light stayed the same, which implied to Sam that the batteries in the flashlight were dying… and quickly.
"DEAN! Slow down, man!" He cried as his older brother slammed on the brakes just in time to reveal the runner without hitting them. As the car came to a screeching halt, a young girl, no older than Sam, stopped dead in front of the car and slammed her hands on the hood of the engine; dropping the now dead flashlight in the process. An expression of pure fear was clearly illuminated and accented by the headlights. Breathing heavily, she looked straight back at the shocked brothers, began to cry tears of relief, and slowly sank to the ground, causing both of the young men to leap from the car.
Dean being the protective, hard as rock type, slammed the driver side door yelling, "What in the hell is going on here! I could have killed you!"
While the younger brother walked quickly over to the girl and gently helped her to her feet, speaking smooth, comforting words.
"You alright? What were you running from?" Her eyes darted wildly from one man to the next, "What's the matter?"
Focusing on Sam, she continued panting and attempting to squeeze out at least one word of an answer: "Help. Run. Now." And with that, her vision went pitch black as she collapsed into Sam's arms.
"Aw damnit! Just what we needed; a narcoleptic runaway on our hands… perfect!" Dean exclaimed sarcastically into the dark empty highway, surrounded by vast stretches of woods on either side. His baby brother tenderly scooped up the girl. "…suicidal narcoleptic runaways… not the best thing to just pick up off the side of the road, Sammy, you scared the living shit out of me a minute ago." Instantly winning him one of Sam's 'Well no shit, Sherlock' looks.
"Dean!" He grumbled as he hurried, girl in tow, for the passenger door, "She said run, so maybe we had better RUN!"
Dean glared at his brother as he threw open his car door, jumped in, and slammed it shut again. "Fine, but as soon as she wakes up… she'd better have one hell of a story!"
"Bro, trying cleaning all that sand out of your snatch, will ya? Something isn't right; I got a really bad feeling about this place. Let's get to the next town or something before you start drilling people with the bad cop attitude." Sam said with an unusual tinge of fright hanging ominously on his words. His brother's stone face softened a bit as he stole a glance at the sleeping form in Sam's arms. She had bits of leaves and twigs in her long dark hair, there was a large, nasty gash covering about a third of her forehead just over her left eye. That lovely detail was accompanied by more cuts and bruises that were scattered about her body, leaving large rips and holes in her clothes. Dirt smudged her skin where the cuts and dried blood had missed. She looked so delicate and small in his arms, but Sam could still see that this girl normally had a fiery spirit and a sharp wit. For as helpless as she seemed, from the moment they first saw her, he knew she was anything but.
Eh... this one is a shorty, I apologize for that. Most of the chapters to follow will be significantly longer, and I'll have a few of those up shortly. Soooo... be patient, and in the meantime, send some reviews so I know what needs tweaking or what needs to be scratched completely, or whether or not it's worth going on about for chapters and chapters. I hope you like it, the idea has been stuck in my head for weeks, nearly drove me mad! Good stories tend to do that, so hopefully this isn't an exception to that idea.
I'm pretty sure Sophia isn't a Mary Sue, for all the fanfic's I've written, not all that sure what a MS is. I just like having fairly strong female characters in my stories... sure she shows alot of vulnerability, but she's generally pretty strong.
Anyway, I digress so that you may go write me a lovely review. Later!