She has always been girly little Caroline. But after everything that happened she changed. Not for good. She was aware of that from the beginning but she needed the feelings she got when she and Chrystal were out for their typical late night activities. They've been damaging public property, robbing little shops with some others and so on. She really wasn't proud of that but it was the way she chose to feel again. It wouldn't make a difference anyway. Not anymore. She was pushing her body tight against the dirty dark wall, realizing there was no chance to run away. This man, looking rough, marked by years living on the streets, was coming towards her, attacking her with his knife. It wasn't the most sharp one but he could kill her in a few moments with it. She didn't know if she should beg for him to be gracious and let her live but at the same time she wasn't sure if she really wanted to go on living like this. "Give me the fucking money!", he yelled at her, holding the knife right at her throat.
He would kill her. If she gives him the money or not. There ws no way she would survive it, so it wouldn't be neccessary to say anything. She already gave up as she slipped her hand into the pocket of her thick jacket. It kept her warm in cold winter nights like this one. She pulled her hand out again with her purse in it. Without any hesitation, he ripped the purse out of her hand letting the knife sink down a little. He opened the purse, saw her ID and said with an hard, emotionless smirk: "So, Caroline. Thank you for the money but I don't think I can let you go."
She was aware of that. Slowly she closed her eyes, the face of the man in front of her appearing in the darkness inside her head. Then it turned dark again. She was thinking about nothing. And she was glad about that. She really didn't wanted to cry in front of this person. The person, who is about to take her life away from her. Going through all the good moments she had in her life, she complete with her life.
"Hey! Let go of her!", someone yelled at the man. Caroline automatically opened her eyes. She wasn't seeing much, because there was deep darkness in the alley, in which she had fled. It was a man, that she could tell. He was coming over but before he could grab Caroline's almost murderer, the man ran away. Caroline was confused but more exhausted of the feeling that had overcome her. The man who saved her, came over to her and with a soft voice he asked: "Are you okay? Has he hurt you?"
Caroline couldn't answer and suddenly she fainted.

She found her conciousness again when she was laying in a bed in a room she didn't know. Her entire body was hurting and she had a massive headache. Slowly, she got up from the bed and walked carefully to the door. About to open it, she heard two men talking to each other.
"We have to go.", the first one of them said. She recognized the voice. It was the man that saved her last night.
"We can't leave her here like this. She doesn't know where she is."
"It's not like we brought her to a little cottage in the woods where she won't find back to home, Sammy."
The other man clearly wanted them to stay there for her. She didn't really understood that but probably it was just an act of charity.
"We will at least stay here until she's awake."
Her savior gave in to him and simply said: "Fine. We'll stay."
That was Caroline's moment to open the door. She stepped out of the room and both men turned their gaze to her. Caroline didn't quite knew what to say, so she just decided to take the only question she could have thought about in that moment.
"Where am I?"
"You're save. We brought you to this hotel. You were unconcious.", answered the other man. His voice sounded warm and honest. "Yeah, I got that. Euh, who are you?", Caroline asked. Her head was still hurting. The man shared a look with her savior who had a really hard, serious facial expression since she entered the room.
"I'm Sam and that's Dean." He made a brief nod in the direction of a savior.
Suddenly she put her hands to her head. The ache was getting worse. "Is everything alright?", Sam asked worried.
"It's just... my head. Don't worry."
Dean stood up from the chair he was sitting on and said: "We can drive you home now."
"Dean, she obviously isn't okay. We need to get her to the hospital or get a doctor to check on her."
Sam was definitely the most sensitive, rational person of them. "It's okay. Just get me home. I don't want to stop you from, you know, what ever you're doing.", Caroline refused the indirect offer.
Dean grabbed the keys to his car and was already halfway out of the door when Sam asked: "You sure? It would be okay. Just to be sure that everything's really alright with you."
"No. I'm fine. I'll just... It would be great if you could drive me home." Sam's expression was still worried but here slightly nod his head and the three of them went outside in the car.

"What exactly were you doing there? I mean, you have to be aware of the things that can happen to you out there.", Sam said, looking at Caroline who was sitting on the backseat.
"It's... difficult. Hard to explain." Caroline's gaze fell down on her hands.
"And not a second you thought about your parents at home who are worried about you. If you died, they could never forgive themselves.", Dean said. His voice was still hard. He was rebuking her. What he didn't realized was the scar he just ripped open with those words.
"Let me out of the car.", she said. The anger was clear to hear. "What?"
"Let. Me. Out. Now!"
"It's the middle of the night. We won't let you go out there again.", Dean said confused.
"Let me out of this car! I'll walk." Caroline was furious now. She felt that pain again. That pain which she was able to sort of turn off with the late night trips with Chrystal. She was the reason she actually started with all those doings she wasn't proud of.
Dean drove to the right side of the road and stopped the car. Now both, Dean and Sam,, were looking at her. Her gaze lingered on their faces for not even three seconds then she cracked open the door and ran along the street. It was easy for Dean to catch up with her after he alighted out of the car. He grabbed her shoulders and turned her around. Their gazes met and he said: "We will drive you home now. Get back in the car." They stayed in that postition for a few moments. Caroline hadn't even recognized how beautiful this man was. His muscle-bound body, his sandy short hair and those deep green eyes. He took her arm and brought her back to the car. A few minutes later they were driving again. With a little hesitation, Caroline said guiltily: "I'm sorry."
It would've been deadly quiet in the car if Dean wouldn't have turned on their music in very high volume. From time to time, Caroline gave some introductions which ways to drive to get to her home. Soon they stopped the car in front of her house. "I hope you don't get any trouble with your parents.", Sam said honest. She thought it was a wonder that he was still that nice to her after her horrible behaviour.
"I think that won't be a problem.", she said ironic but no one seemed to recognized that. "Thank you for helping me out. Dean, you really shouldn't have brought yourself in that danger."
"Danger is our daily business.", he said and smirked a little. Immediately, Sam punched Dean against his arm. Obviously not to rough because Dean didn't care much.
"It was really no problem. You needed help and we were there. It was sort of our duty.", Sam continued.
"Yeah, well, thanks. Bye." Caroline left the car and entered her house.