-Care Series-
How Can I Help This Time?
Summary: Dean may want to help but he doesn't know how.
Author's Notes: This short ficlet was written for spnhetlove's (over at Live Journal) 15 minute fic challenge, it was spur of the moment. With spnhetlove's other/upcoming challenges I will continue this series. I started as a learning experience.
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As the late hours of the night turn to early morning she collapses into her tiny bed. The darkness of the night swallows her room and she sighs, exhausted from a long day of work. She drags the sheet of her bed to her waist and finally closes her eyes, inviting sleep into her world.
As her breathing becomes heavier and she relaxes more the sounds of footsteps rattle across the wooden floor. She sits bold upright and as soon as she does the sound stops. After a moment a feeling of anguish and anger takes over her, her psychic senses tingle and the footsteps are heard again. She switches on her lamp and they stop.
Jumping out of her bed she grabs a robe and her keys and runs from her apartment to the community telephone in her building. She punches in a number she knows by heart but alas it's voice mail telling her to call someone else. She seizes the pen atop the phone and scribbles the number on her arm.
Without another thought she dials the new number and after four rings a voice answers.
"Hello?"
"Uh. Hi. Is this Dean… Dean Winchester?" she asks cautiously.
"Yeah. Who's this?" Dean asks confused.
"Ma- I'm Marie. Uh- I'm a friend, a friend of your dads" she stumbles across her words, clutching the receiver of the phone.
"Dad? You know where he is?" Dean asked hopefully.
"No." she whispers.
The footsteps thud across the wooden floor of the hall and Marie quickly turns. There's no one there and she feels the anguish and anger again.
"Listen. I need help. If your work is anything like your father's I need your help" she adds quickly.
"What? What's happened? Where are you?"
"Something is following me, it has all day and-"
"Hello?" Dean asks into the phone.
The dial tone rings into his ear and he worries. What the hell? He turns to his sleeping brother, wondering if he should wake him. He knows that if the girl, Marie that he just talked to did know his father and needed help then something supernatural was definitely going on. The question was; how could he help this time?
