Author's note:
Hello Supernatural Fandom. This is my first ever fanfic, so please give me feedback. I wrote this based on a dream I had, with some embellishments of course. Thanks for reading!
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.
My brother and I were standing on the edge of the road, he sat on a rock a little ways off. He knew I didn't like him near traffic, and was used to waiting. It was pretty cold out that night and I was thankful that the last couple we stayed with had given us winter jackets. What a sweet couple they were, fed us too, but we had to move on. Always moving on. Otherwise they find us, and when they do it doesn't matter to them who they hurt. It doesn't matter whose life they destroyed, only that they get what they want.
I can't do it again. No, I won't let anyone else die because of me. Not if I can prevent it. So, there I was, standing in the cold, waiting, hoping that a car would drive by on this back road. It was unlikely at this time of night, and I hated traveling these roads but I had no choice. They were gaining ground on us and I was sure they were no more than a day behind us. We walked probably six miles that day and that doesn't sound very far but when you are cold and have a ten-year-old by your side, six miles can be an eternity. It's not that Nerin complained much or even walked very slow, it was just that I knew he was miserable. I mean how could he not be? All he knows is the road. Moving from town to town, never knowing where we will lay our weary heads to rest. It isn't the life I wanted for him, but I guess we didn't have a choice. Not when they relentlessly hunt us.
Just when I was about to give up on getting a ride, I see this old vehicle speeding towards us in the distance. I didn't recognize it as any of the cars owned by the men who were chasing us, so I took in a breath that I hadn't realized I was holding. Nerin got up and took my hand and I put my sunglasses on. I started to wave frantically because frankly I was desperate and it was so damn cold. Thankfully the car slowed and pulled over, and a tall looking man in the passenger's seat rolled down his window. He gave me a dimpled smile, "Do you guys need some help?" He looked back to his friend in the driver's seat, they were alone. His friend just rolled his eyes at him and then forced a smile while he waved at us with his right hand.
I quickly stepped up closer to the window, my brother in tow. "Oh, yes please, if you wouldn't mind giving my brother and I a lift. It is so cold out and you're only the second car I have seen all day."
The taller one looked at me with some compassion in his eyes, a look only given by someone who knows what it is like to be in that situation. "Yes, of course. You can hop into the back."
"Thank you so much, you have no idea how much this means to us." I exclaimed as I opened the door to let Nerin in first. We placed our back packs on the middle seat and I closed the door. The car was in good shape for the make and model, a Jet black 1967 Chevy Impala. I had always been a fan of old cars and Chevys were my favorite.
"So, I uh, didn't catch your names." It was the tall one, turning to talk to us with his dimpled smile.
"Oh, I am so sorry. My name is Arrie and this is my little brother Nerin. Nerin, tell these gentlemen thank you."
"Thanks." Nerin squeaked. He was a shy boy, but he always listened to me when I asked him to interact with others.
"Absolutely. My name is Sam and this is my older brother Dean. Can I ask what happened? Is there a car we can take you to that is having troubles or…" He smiled, and I could tell he was trying to be polite but also wanted my story.
"That's a long story, and uh no. No, I don't have a car." I paused, not sure what to share or if I could even trust them. "If you could let us tag along until the next city or small town, that would really help us out a lot."
Dean was eyeing me from the rearview mirror, my sunglasses obviously bothering him. It was obvious I had something to hide, I just hoped he wouldn't ask me about it.
"Sure, yeah. That's not a problem, we are a few hours away from Lebanon. We can drop you off at a hotel there if you would like." I appreciated that Sam didn't push me to share why we were hitch hiking.
After a few moments of awkward silence and some glances filled with silent communication between Sam and Dean, Dean asked, "I have to ask where your parents are? I mean you both look a little young to be out here all alone. Did something happen to them?"
Dang, I was really hoping he would let it go, but it was clear that he wasn't as trusting as his younger brother.
"Yeah, I might look young, but I'm not. I am nineteen and he is ten. We can take care of ourselves. Besides, we don't have parents." I looked at Nerin and guilt gripped my heart. "Our dad left after I was born and our mother passed away shortly after Nerin was born. Been in the system. Didn't work out for us very well, so we have been on the run ever since. We just haven't found a safe place to call home yet."
"Who are you running from?" It was Dean again, "And uh, what's with the fashion statement? Are you blind or just a Corey Hart fan?"
I paused probably a little longer than I should have, but this guy was making me nervous. They seemed to buy my story about our "parents," but Dean seemed a little too curious about everything. "Who is Corey Hart?"
"Who is… damn I am getting old. Never mind kid, just answer the question."
"No, I am not blind. I just have a nasty scar and some damage to my eyes that makes them light sensitive. I wear these all the time, it's kind of embarrassing. Let's just say the foster system did not end well for us." I was lying through my teeth. One would think I would be better at it by now, but it has never been one of my strong suits.
Dean eyed me from the rearview mirror. I felt like this was an interrogation, one that I needed to pass to survive.
"So, who are you running from?" Sam turned towards us so he could make eye contact. I stared back at him, although I don't think he could tell with how dark my glasses were. His look showed he was serious and that my lies weren't being bought as easily as I thought.
I looked at Nerin, and he was just staring at the little Aquaman figurine that he always carried around with him. I wished he didn't have to go through this.
"It's a long story. Not to be rude, but I am not too keen on sharing." I gave my most sincere smile in hopes they would let it slide. That's when I noticed the flash of light in the rearview mirror. My heart thudded as I realized that they were speeding up to our vehicle. My mind immediately went to the worst-case scenario and I turned around to see if I recognized the driver. It was too dark though and I couldn't tell, but something wasn't right. I scooched up closer to the front, "Listen this is going to sound crazy, but I think the people behind us are some of the men chasing us." I tried not to sound as bewildered as I felt.
"How do you know?" Sam asked as Dean cursed under his breath.
"Listen sister, if you want our help you have to start talking." Dean started to speed up and the pickup behind us kept up easily inching ever so closer to the back bumper of the Impala. "I swear if they touch baby, I am going to rip somebody's lungs out."
"I. You. You wouldn't understand!" That's when I saw the red dot traveling along the top of the back of Sam's seat. Before I even could scream, or my brain could fully register what was going on I heard the back window breaking. Then I felt the searing pain rip through my shoulder. I instantly reached for it with my good arm and felt the warm blood seeping from the wound. As I blacked out, I could hear Nerin crying and Dean yelling, "Son of a bitch."
