Blasé Winchester walked into the old fashion diner and took a seat at the counter, it was nine-thirty and she hadn't had breakfast yet because her Uncle didn't feel the need to feed them when the school offered breakfast and lunch, which was all fine if you actually went to school, which Blasé tried to avoid. Miss Rose the old lady who owned the diner was nice to Blasé and didn't usually call the police on her for ditching school, as long as she went at least three days a week, which again Blasé tried to avoid. She'd had not gone at all that week and it was already Thursday, but if Blasé didn't care. Nothing mattered to her.
"Blasé, it's good to see you." Miss Walter's said, walking in from the kitchen. "I've got to run an errand, it'll only take me a five or six minutes can you watch the diner for me?"
"Sure thing." Blasé said, that was another thing Miss Walter's did, she'd give Blasé something to do, either mop the floor, wash the tables or watch the diner and in return she would make her something to eat.
Miss Rose smiled and grabbed her bag hurrying out of the diner. Blasé took the time too pull the old notebook from her bag and flip through it until she found the empty page and then she grabbed the library book on Greek Mythology, copying bits and pieces into the notebook.
When the bell rang Blasé looked up expecting Miss Rose but instead she found two guys, one was quite tall and the other average height but they where both muscular looking.
They took a seat at the end of the counter and Blasé closed the book.
"Can I help you?"
"Uh, anyone work here?" The shorter one asked.
"Yeah, she just left for a minute but I can help you." Blasé said.
The two looked at each other and the taller one shrugged.
"Two coffees." The shorter guy said.
"Ookie dookie." Blasé said, walking behind the counter and pouring the coffee for them.
"Why aren't you in school?" The taller guy asked.
"Any cream or sugar?" Blasé asked, ignoring him.
"Cream." The taller guy said and Blasé handed him the two packets. "Are you even old enough to work here?"
"You ask a lot of questions." Blasé commented, walking back around the counter.
"You avoid a lot of questions." He replied.
Blasé smirked at him and opened the book up, they sat there silently for a minute.
"What's your name?" Blasé asked, finally.
"Sam and this is my brother Dean." Sam said, Blasé nodded approvingly but said nothing more.
"You know when people say there names most people say there's." Dean said, taking a drink of his coffee.
"I guess I'm not most people." Blasé said, shrugging. "My names Blasé – Blasé Winchester."
"Winchester?" Dean asked. "That's an unusual name."
"Yeah, like the riffle." Blasé said. "You can thank my dead-beat-dad for that."
"Are there any other Winchester's in town?" Dean asked.
"No, just me." Blasé said.
"So, why aren't you in school?" Sam asked, again.
"I try to avoid school as much as possible." Blasé admitted.
"Amen to that." Dean said, grinning. Sam on the other hand gave Dean a look that made the smirk on his face disappear.
"Where's your Dad?" Sam asked, trying to sound casual.
"Don't know, he left before we where born. Mom said he didn't know but I never believed her." Blasé said, shrugging.
"Where is your Mom?" Dean asked.
"Six-feet under." Blasé said a hard tone in her voice.
Before they could continue to talk Miss Rose walked in carrying some mail.
"Customers," She said, smiling. "I'll be right with you, Blasé, I'll start you breakfast in a minute."
"It's okay, I'm not really hungry." Blasé said, shoving her stuff into her bag and standing up. "I'll see you for lunch though."
"Blasé, wait, do you know anyone named Christian Russo."
Blasé stopped mid stride and turned.
"Why do you want him?" Blasé asked.
"We got a call from him, and he didn't leave an address we where hoping to find him."
Blasé looked up at Miss Rose who was busying in the kitchen.
"I can show you where he is." Blasé said.
"No, it's no bother, just give an address."
"It's not a bother, he's my Uncle." Blasé said, frowning.
Blasé led the way to the small house on the edge of town, it was obviously in need of repair, shingles where missing, an upstairs window was boarded up and the grass was up to your shin.
"Just – just don't tell him you saw me." Blasé said. "He'll have a cow if he knows I skipped school again."
"We won't." Dean promised.
Blasé walked around the house and stopped underneath the window in the living room, it was opened a half an inch, it was always opened a half an inch because it was broken and wouldn't close the whole way.
"Are you Christian Russo?" Dean asked, once Chris had opened the door.
"Yeah, you must be Dean Winchester."
Blasé froze when he said the last name Winchester, maybe this guy was related to her in someway, the thought of having another place to go made Blasé smile but it fell quickly when she realized they could be worse then Chris, just because they had been nice to her before didn't mean anything. Chris was always nice in public.
"Yeah, this is my brother Sam. You called us said it was important."
"I don't know if you know this but about twelve years ago you got a girl pregnant, her name was Casey Russo, she was my little sister." Chris said.
"I had no idea." Dean said, after a pause.
"Yeah, well she died almost six years ago and she left me to raise your kid. I don't want her, I never wanted them, and I hate kids. I hate people, but I'm done. It took me this long to find you, God; you are one hard fucker to find. Anyway, I want you to take her if you don't she's going into foster care. Doesn't matter either way to me."
There was a silence as Dean and Sam took the information in, and Blasé took the chance to peak in through the window. Chris was standing at the doorway wearing a pair of holey jeans and a dirty tank-top his beer gut was sticking out and he had a beer bottle in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
"Yeah, we'll take her." Dean said, after a pause but Blasé couldn't see his face because Chris was blocking it.
"Come by after school, 'round 3:30, that'll give her enough time to pack."
Dean and Sam nodded and then they left, Blasé leaned against the wall and pulled her legs close to her chest, trying to calm her racing heart. In a matter of one minute her whole world had changed.
Blasé heard Chris's voice and she leaned up to listen.
"I'd like to pick Blasé Winchester up from school early today…Yes…I see…No, it's okay." Chris's voice was getting angrier as the conversation went on and finally he hung up and Blasé heard him throw something, probably his beer bottle.
Blasé leaned back down, careful to remain silent and when she turned to crawl away she was surprised to see Dean crouched a near the corner of the house.
"Shh. "Blasé whispered, pointing to the open window. Then she pointed toward the back and started to crawl away, Dean followed and they walked through the back too an alley.
"So you heard?" Dean asked.
"Yeah." Blasé said, kicking an old pop can. "You don't have to."
"Have to what?" Dean asked.
"Take me, Chris probably won't take me into foster care, he's said it before but he never has." Blasé said. "And – and if he does it isn't a big deal. You don't have to do this, Dean, you don't owe me anything."
"I want to do this, Blasé, if I had known I would have been apart of your life." Dean said, he was almost pleading as he spoke and when Blasé looked up at him she could tell he was sincere.
"I should – I should probably go home. Pack and stuff." Blasé said. "Come back in half an hour."
"Okay." Dean said.
Blasé took a walk around the block and then walked through the front door, Chris was sitting on the couch watching TV, drinking a beer and smoking a cigarette, like usual.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Chris growled, looking up from the TV.
"Uh, the school said that you wanted me."
"You didn't even go to school today, you little liar." Chris said, standing up. "I called that school and they said you weren't there."
"But, I was." Blasé lied, taking a step backwards.
"You know what, I hate liars, and liars need to be punished!" Chris yelled.
"But Dean's taking me, what does it matter if I lied now?" Blasé asked and the expression on Chris's face changed.
"Have you been spying on me?" Chris growled. "Who are you to spy on me. You are nothing! You're worthless!" Chris pushed Blasé and she bumped into the wall and then he grabbed her head and smashed it, the force of the back of her head on the wall was enough to make her see stars, Chris hit her again but in the arm and then he kicked her legs making her fall to the ground.
"Please, Uncle Chris!" Blasé begged.
"Please, nothing, I should just kill you and save everyone the trouble!" Chris yelled, kicking her hard in the stomach. He kept kicking her, and for a few seconds Blasé blacked out because when she came back Dean was there and he was hitting Chris, he just kept hitting him even though Chris's head was limp and snapping back and forth with each punch, there was blood on Chris's face and Dean's hand but he didn't seem aware of it.
"Blasé," Sam said, making Blasé turn toward him, she hadn't noticed he was there and his voice was far away.
"What?" Blasé asked, after a second.
"Are you okay?" Sam asked.
"I'm…fine." Blasé said, everything felt very foggy and when Blasé tried to stand up and stumbled into Sam's arms.
"It's okay, I got you." Sam said, she wasn't sure why but the statement made Blasé angry and she snapped out of it.
"I said I was fine." Blasé said, firmly pulling away, her eyes drifting back to Dean and Chris.
Sam followed her gaze and then walked over to Dean, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"That's enough." Sam said, quietly.
"Enough? Did you see what he was doing to her? To my daughter? Nothing will be enough!" Dean said, aiming for another hit.
"Do you want her to see this?" Sam whispered, even lower. "See this side of you?"
Dean looked over at Blasé, like he had forgotten she was there and in his eyes Blasé saw anger and rage like she'd never seen it before but she saw something else, buried deep within. Love. Love for the daughter he'd only met an hour ago.
Dean quickly looked away, down at the guy and he took a brief second to check his pulse and then he stood up, giving Sam a nod. Blasé wasn't sure if it was a nod that said he was alive or that he was dead but she wasn't sure she cared.
"You should go pack." Sam said. "I can help you."
"I can do it myself." Blasé said, starting toward the stairs.
"One bag okay? Plus your book bag." Sam said.
"Alright." Blasé said, she headed upstairs the smallest of the three bedrooms, it was the one that Chris had given to her.
The one bag rule wasn't hard, she didn't have many clothes and most of them she'd stolen. Blasé grabbed the only picture she had of her Mom, Chris had burned all the others and had made Blasé watched but she'd kept the one hidden under her pillow. The picture had been taken when Blasé was six just weeks before she'd died.
Blasé took a quick glance at her room before heading back downstairs, Chris was awake now but he didn't even look up as Dean, Sam and Blasé left.