A/N:

Hello! It has been a very long time since I have updated or written anything, but I feel that it is time to start again. I have become part of a lot of fandoms so you should be seeing more diversity. I hope you enjoy this story!

Disclaimer: As much as I would like to say that I wrote Supernatural, I did not. So sorry :/

Without further ado...

"When the lights/ go down/ in the ci-tay. And the sun/ shines on the bay. Oh I hope to be the-ye-ye-yare/ in that ci-tay." Dean sang along to the radio in a comical, off-key falsetto as he cruised down the dark, empty road. He had realized that driving at two in the morning in pelting, cold rain was not the most hopping time of the day; in fact, he found it usually seemed to be the quietest. For this reason, Dean enjoyed it the most; especially when it was raining.

Dean was only out for a drive to enjoy the quiet. He loved Sam, but he also loved the quality time he (very rarely) got to himself. One quick drive in his beloved Impala, then it was straight back to the motel where Sam would be soundlessly sleeping, he told himself.

Journey was not his favorite band; in fact, it probably did not even make it onto his list of good bands, but ever so often, when the mood and setting were just right, he could rock out to a few of their songs. Tonight was one of those nights, thought he as he continued his drive down the long stretch of road, using his left hand to sort of dance and pump along with the music (another thing he felt he could only do on his own, but unadmittedly quite enjoyed).

Suddenly, Dean slammed on the breaks after seeing something pale and almost white on the side of the road where, up to that point, had been only littered with shades of dark green and black where the grass was, and dark grey where the concrete was.

Dean shifted to reverse and drove back to where the figure had been. At first he had thought that it was just a figment of his imagination, what with the rain pouring down on his front windshield and the heat in the car mixing with the freezing temperatures outside, but after his double take, he was sure that something was there.

Lying with half her body on the sidewalks and half her body on the grass was a woman curled up in the fetal position, her back facing the road, shivering violently, and completely naked. Her dark, dripping, brunette locks were very prominent against her almost-white back. Bruises of different shades of purples, greens, and blacks decorated her back in a way that also contrasted the fair color of her skin.

Without a second thought about the rain or his other surroundings, Dean shifted the gears of his car to park, got out and started to take off his leather jacket.

"All- the lonely- people. Where do- they all come- from? Eleanor-Rigby…na- na- na- lives-in a dream." Dean heard her frail voice sing (seeming more like talking on pitch), her words detached and almost a staccato.

Wrapping the woman up in his leather jacket to cover her as best as he could (because as much as he admired an attractive woman's anatomical physique, he felt that this was not the appropriate time to look), Dean scooped her up in his arms so that her face was now angled towards his and began to take her back to the Impala. The girl's eyes were bloodshot and puffy and her lips were the color of sickly plums.

"It's cold. It's so cold and it hurts so much. Is it raining?" the girl breathed, her words slurred. Dean winced. The purple bruises that had been littered across her back were also all over her face, neck, and chest area.

"Yeah. Yeah it is." Dean answered in hushed tones—more to himself than to the girl for she probably could not hear him anyway.

Dean opened the back doors of his vehicle and, as gingerly as he could, set the shivering girl on the back seat, buckling the middle buckle over her so that she would not fall off, or hopefully even shift around.

He stood out in the rain for some time—just thinking about this beautiful, yet broken and delirious creature he had found—before he could make himself get into the car. Turning on the car's heat to as high as it would go, Dean began his drive back to Sam at the motel.

Hope you enjoyed it! Please review! I would appreciate it greatly. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Let me know if the characters are ooc, let me know if I've made grammar mistakes or if things sound unbelievable and awkward. Thanks!

Happy writings

Caroline