This begins a few weeks before Sam goes to the Cage and Dean has that hella awkward kiss with Amara. It will catch up with the show soon.

Sara is a completely OC I created for dramatic purposes. You'll find out.

The silence inside of the police cruiser was heavy, the tension so thick it could be cut with one of the many knives that could be found hidden around the vehicle. No one said a word – not Jody, who was driving, lips pursed and clenching the steering wheel with both hands, nor Alex, who sat in the passenger seat, wanting to say something but knowing better – and especially not Claire, who sat in the back, slouched in her seat with her arms crossed and glaring out the window at the pouring rain.

It was when Claire pulled out her phone that Jody cut her eyes to the rear view mirror, reached back, and snatched it from the teens hand.

"Hey!" Claire complained.

"Nu-uh," Jody said, shoving the phone under her seat. "Grounded. For . . . I don't know how long yet. A long time."

"That's not fair!" Claire argued.

"No, Claire, what's not fair is what you did to that girl," Jody snapped back. "What's not fair is that you got Alex in trouble! What on earth possessed you to attack someone like that? If Alex hadn't pulled you off her, who knows what you would have done!"

"She had it comin'," Claire mumbled, leaning back into the seat.

"Why?" Jody demanded.

"It was my fault," Alex said quietly.

"No it wasn't, shut up," Claire said weakly.

"You hush," Jody commanded. "I want to hear what Alex has to say."

"Tara got mad because I wouldn't sell her weed," Alex continued, twisting the silver ring on her right hand. It had been a gift from Jody on their first Christmas, and she rarely took it off, and always fiddled with it when she got nervous. "I told her I didn't do that anymore, and she got pissed is all."

"She called you a freak!" Claire said. "She said no one loved her, and that's why she doesn't have any parents."

"You and I both know Alex doesn't get bothered by that stuff," Jody told Claire.

"Yeah, but then she started talking shit about my parents, too," Claire mumbled.

"Watch the language," Jody scolded halfheartedly. She knew Claire had problems at school. And she'd thought Alex had issues. But to watch one parent die in front of you, and knowing the other was dead but his body was still being used, that was rough.

Jody sighed. "Claire," she finally said. "I know the transition back into school has been hard for you. But that girl didn't stand a chance against you, and the school isn't going to raise a finger to her because she's the star cheerleader. Here's a life lesson, kid – people like that are gonna peak in high school, and then you know what happens?"

"What?" Alex asked.

"They have four kids and get fat."

They laughed, and even Claire let herself grin a little bit.

"I want you girls to remember something," Jody continued. "You've been through more than anyone should ever have to go through in an entire lifetime, in just a few years. You're both stronger, both mentally and physically, than those other kids. And you're smarter. You get that from me."

They laughed again.

"I'm sorry, Jody," Claire said after a moment.

Jody sighed. "I'm not letting you off the hook," she warned. "But I think the suspension and detention is enough punishment for now." She handed her back her phone.

Claire smiled. "Thanks."

Jody smiled back in the rear view mirror. "Just keep your nose clean from now on."

"Jody, look out!" Alex screamed, and Jody slammed on the brakes, turning the wheel sharply. The girl in the road stood like a deer in the headlights, eyes wide as the car stopped inches from her.

"Please help," she gasped, and as she leaned forward on the car, Jody could see she was bleeding.

"Oh my god," Jody muttered, scrambling from the car and running towards the girl. "Alex, call nine one one."

"No," the girl cried, eyes wide and in shock. "Please. No hospitals. They'll find me, please."

"What's wrong with her?" Claire demanded, getting out of the car.

"I don't know," Jody said, catching the girl as her eyes started to roll back into her head. "She's losing blood. We need to get her back to the house."

"What about the hospital?" Alex asked, shaken.

"She said someone's after her," Jody said, lifting the girl. "We'll take her home and see how bad it is."

Claire got into the driver's seat, and Jody got into the back, holding the girl. Her hand was closed tightly over her wound, so Jody couldn't see how bad it was. She stroked her soaked hair back from her face, talking quietly and telling her it'd be alright and to just hold on.

Claire pulled onto the road that led to the old farmhouse Jody had inherited from a cousin not long after her son and husband had died. She'd moved out as soon as possible, unable to bear living in the house where . . . it happened.

Claire parked right in front of the door, and Jody carried the girl inside. Alex's cat, Jericho, was sitting on the porch, washing his face. His fur stood on end and he hissed as Jody passed, and Alex didn't even notice how out of character it was.

"Claire, get me some towels," Jody ordered, laying the girl on the sofa. "Alex, the first aid kid."

As the girls scrambled for the items, Jody examined the girl, trying to get an idea of where she came from, or who she was. She was about Claire and Alex's age, maybe seventeen, only she was smaller – very petite, she couldn't weigh more than ninety pounds soaking wet, and Jody couldn't help but notice that she seemed slightly malnourished. Her soaked hair was a deep, coppery red, falling in heavy waves halfway down her back and sticking to her clothes and face. She wore a green sweater and holy jeans with a pair of heavy hiking boots, and she had a too-big bomber jacket on. Her features were soft and gentle, but Jody noticed her knuckles were bruised.

The girls arrived, and Jody pulled off the girl's jacket and lifted her shirt, revealing a decent sized gash in her side, dripping blood.

"It's deep, but I don't think it's fatal," Jody said, more to reassure herself than the others. She opened the first aid kit and found some items to stitch the wound with. The girl flinched in her unconscious state, and Jody felt a twinge of guilt – but the girl said no hospitals, and she had to seal the wound.

She finished stitching it and cleaned it, then examined the girl for more wounds. She had a scrape under her eye, and her knees and elbows were bruised as though she'd fallen down a lot. Her clothes were also ripped, and Jody wondered if she'd cut through the forest.

"Claire, can you bring me one of your clean shirts?" Jody asked as she lifted the girl. Claire nodded and ran off, and Jody carried her up to the guest room they had set up for when they had visitors, usually Donna Hamscum or Linda Tran. She removed the girl's shoes and pants, relieved to see she had a pair of flannel leggings on underneath that had been mostly spared. At least she wouldn't have to worry about frost bite. She exchanged her shirt for one of Claire's clean, warm ones and pulled the blankets up over her. Jody checked her pulse, relieved that it was mostly regular.

"Where did she come from?" Claire was whispering to Alex in the hall as Jody exited.

"I don't know," Alex replied. "The woods, maybe? She was just sort of there."

"Did you notice anything funny? How'd she smell?"

"Not like sulfur, if that's what you're thinking."

"She's not a demon," Jody interrupted, joining them as she crossed her arms. "She wouldn't have made it past the Devil's Trap in front of the door. I think she's just a kid in trouble. We'll find out when she wakes up."

"She sounded different," Alex frowned.

"She was British," Jody replied. "I think. Maybe Scottish . . . she didn't really talk enough."

"Is she going to be okay?" Claire asked, and Jody asked herself the same thing.

"Of course," she said. "But you two need to go to bed. You have school tomorrow."