To Help a Stranger

by dvorak-lover

Dean and Sam meet a teenage girl in a case. She's alone and needs help, they decide to help her. I do not own Supernatural. There will be a sequel.

1. Chapter 1

This is my first story, EVER. All review are welcome. OBS: English is not mine native language. In case you find a grammatical error, PLEASE let me know. I've never been to the US, I either researched names of places or made them up.

Enjoy.

Chapter 1

May, 15th. 8:00 pm.

The two-story house was falling apart. No one in their right mind would want to stay there. It was old, the walls had thousands of cracks, most of the windows where broken, and the layer of dirt and dust was so thick that made impossible to know the color of the walls, the original one anyway, now it was color of dirt, not particularly pretty. But, it had a roof, and it was more protected than the woods. And, it was not like she had a choice. The sun was setting, she was on foot on a back road and exhausted. In a way that tetanus danger zone death trap was a blessing, at least she would have a roof over her head.

Approaching the house she noticed some empty beer bottles and some cigarets buts on the floor by the porch steps. When she got to the front door she noticed a piece of a police crime scene tape on the floor, but as the other objects she found, it was old and covered in dust, sure not so old as the house, but nothing that it would show that there was any recent occupation. ' Good, the last thing I need now is problems with curious or angry people.' she thought.

She pushed the door and entered the house, in front of her the remains of a living room. The furniture was as old as the house and immediately considered not safe to sit on. They were knocked over and/or broken. After inspecting the rest of the first floor and finding everything in a similar state, she decided to claim a corner of the living room for herself, the one without any broken pieces of glass or wood. ' Must have been one hell of a fight' she thought while sitting down on the floor and putting her backpack down to use as a pillow, sure it was early to sleep, but she was tired and hungry. Since she didn't have nothing more than one apple, she decided it would be best to save the only food she had for when it was really needed. What best way to forget an empty stomach than to sleep?

By the moment her head hit the "pillow" it was already dark out and she was happy to have a night of peaceful sleep with a roof over her head.

Or at least that was what she thought.