A/N: To the person who made this story possible, Flaca514. Without you, there wouldn't have been this story. So, thank you. :)
September 2005
"Promise me you'll be safe. Please, Angela."
On a normal occasion, her brother's pleading voice would have immediately made her look up at him because, well, he was Dean Winchester and Dean Winchester did not plead or beg. On a normal occasion, she would have melted at the sight of desperation on her brother's face and then she would have nodded and given in to his orders or demands. But this was no normal occasion. Instead, she was too mad, too upset to even feel anything for her brother.
"Angela, please."
13-year-old Angela Winchester glared at her oldest brother and for a moment, she almost uttered the word she knew would bring him out of his misery but she caught herself just in time. Instead, she clenched her jaw like she always did when she was angry and turned away from him.
Dean resisted the urge to yell at the teenager. Yelling at her would not do either of them any good even if the silence in his car was killing him. He chanced a glance at his sister and not for the first time, he wondered if he was making the right decision and wishing that she'd at least yell or say something. However, when she spoke ten minutes later, Dean wished she never did.
"Sam and Dad left. I should have known it would be soon before you did too," she sneered. Dean gripped his steering wheel tighter.
"That's not fair, Angela. You know I'm doing this to protect you."
"Will you please explain to me how leaving me with old strangers be protecting me?" she raised her voice, practically shaking with fury.
"Claire and Paul Weber are retired hunters, Angela. You'll be safe with them," he tried explaining again.
"But I want to be safe with you," the young girl whispered and for the first time since Dean had dropped the news of him having no choice but to leave her with some other hunters, he finally caught the glimpse of sorrow and fear in his sister.
Sighing, he gently took his sister's hand, ignoring the voice of Sam teasing him for starting a chick-flick moment in his head. "I have to find Dad. And you know I can't risk your safety. Just promise me you'll try your hardest to be safe, okay? Please?"
She couldn't resist it any longer. She looked up at her brother, swallowed up the pain rising in her chest and nodded her head. "I promise."
A/N: Please review and let me know if I should or should not continue this story. Thanks! :D
