Look what he's done to you, it isn't fair
Your light was bright and new, he didn't care
He took the heart of a little girl
And made it grown up too soon
-Broken Girl, Matthew West

3rd Person Point of View

At thirteen years old, Sophie Martin found herself on the streets of Hibbling, Minnesota. She had a backpack hanging off her shoulder, which held a couple articles of clothing, two books, a journal, IPod, and a blanket. The weather was very cold, almost freezing to her, but she kept walking. In her heart, she knew she couldn't stop, because if she did, she might just give up completely.

She made sure not to make eye contact with anyone, in fact she stared at the ground most of the time. She just couldn't risk someone talking to her, and asking her questions. Questions like: Why are you out be here by yourself?, Where are your parents?, Why are you out in this cold weather?

Those were all questions she couldn't and wouldn't answer. Luckily, for her, this town knew nothing about her, as she had only been her for a couple days. Had this been her hometown, social services would most likely be at her door. Hell, they were probably there now.

But that was her old life, a life she moved on from, even if it was just a week ago. Right now, she was just trying to find a new place. Correction, right now she was just trying to survive. She knew the odds were not in her favor, and if it came down to it, she just might have to go home. But that was the last possible plan, that was like plan Z, if all other 25 letters of the alphabet failed. That also meant if suicide failed, but no she couldn't think about that right now.

As for the time being she needed to find some place cheap to get something warm to drink, and possibly to eat. But she needed to be careful, she only had three hundred dollars left, and that would have to go towards food, water, and on certain nights, a motel. Sadly, tonight was not a night for a motel. So, she settled for going into the first small café she saw.

When she walked in, she noticed that besides the workers, only five other people were there. Quickly she walked to the back of the café, where there was a small table in the corner. She set her bag down and then headed to front counter to order.

"Hi, sweetheart! What can I get you?" an elderly woman asked her happily.

"Um-, a hot chocolate and a small chicken soup, please," she said softly.

"That'll be four seventy four," she said. As she got out the money, the woman grabbed her hot chocolate.

"I'll bring your soup when it's ready," she said and took her money.

"Ok, thank you," Sophie smiled.

Once she was back at her table, she took out one of her two books. She had already read both of them, but she loved to reread them. They were part of a series called Lost Love, written by Karen Kingsbury. The author wrote mostly romance novels, with added religious stuff. Even though Sophie wasn't religious, the stories still made her heart melt. The books were almost like fairy tales to her.

The book she had out was the first book, called Even Now. It centered around a couple who at very young age got pregnant. The couples parents forced them apart after the birth of a little girl. And after a terrible mistake by a hospital worker, the mother flees, thinking her daughter is dead. Through an amazing miracle, the couple manages to find each other, and their daughter.

What was astonishing to Sophie, was the amount of passion and faith put into one book. It gave her a little hope that things might just work out well for her too one day. But as for now, she was stuck reading about it in books.

As Sophie was lost in the book, the woman from the counter came and sat down her soup in front of her.

"Oh, thank you so much," Sophie said gratefully.

"No problem. I don't mean to be a push, but are you new around here?" she asked. Sophie really liked this woman. She was just so friendly, and genuinely kind.

"Yeah, actually my family is just passing through, but we'll be here for a few days," she lied. Technically, it wasn't a complete lie. She was new, and she was passing through. But her family wasn't with her.

"Well my name is Annie, I own this café, if you need anything at all just let me know," she said.

"Ok, thank you, again," she said.

"Oh no problem! You're just as cute as a button!" she laughed and walked away. Smiling to herself, Sophie put down the book and began to eat her food. She would be lying if she said she wasn't starving. She hadn't eaten since yesterday morning, and the warmth of the soup made her feel so much better. Not to mention the hot chocolate was so delicious, she thought it had to me homemade.

By the time she had finished eating, it was already ten pm. She waited until a bus boy told her they were closing, before she left. As she was walking across the street, she wasn't paying enough attention to see a black car coming at her. Her head was down and she was just trying to stay warm. Suddenly a honk brought her head up, and the car stopped just a foot away from her.

She looked like a deer caught in the headlights, so the driver of the vehicle began to get out.

"Are you ok? I'm sorry, I didn't see you," he said kindly. She stared at the car for a couple seconds before gulping and replying.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she rushed out and almost ran off. The man, Dean Winchester stared off at her.

There was something in her eyes. Fear, regret, sadness, he couldn't put a finger on it. She was only about five feet tall, and from the little hair sticking out from her hood, the color was brown. He could tell she was cold, her face was whiter than it should have been, and her cheeks and nose red. He thought about calling after her, but decided against it.

As he got back in the car, his brother, Sam Winchester questioned him.

"Was she ok?" he asked.

"I think so," Dean said, shaking off an odd feeling about her.

"Wasn't she the girl in the café?" he asked.

"Yeah," he said.

"I wonder why she's out in this cold," Sam wondered. Dean also wondered that. But didn't voice it.

That was the first time Sophie ever came face to face with Dean Winchester, but she wouldn't remember it.

Authors Note:

I just want to say thank you so much for sticking with me through this story. For a while I was very confused about how I wanted it to start, because it would affect the entire story. But I finally figured it out. The next chapter is going to take place during the episode The Benders in Season 1. Please review and follow! Let me know what you like or don't like, or what you want to see.

BTW: Sophie is 13 years old.