A.N. Yes, yes, I know I KNOW. How could I possibly start another piece when I have another just hanging and still in the works? Well don't get your knickers in a twist the other one is still in commission. I just had college on my plate and I am working on another chapter for my other story. I unfortunately do NOT own Supernatural. If I did no one would be sad and hurting and damn it everyone would have someone to love cough cough destiel cough. Anyway on with the new story! Oh an trigger warnings for mild descriptions of child abuse and PTSD.
Chapter one
Third person P.O.V.
The screams that resonated from what other people, normal people, would call her home, were deafening. Her own personal hell had suddenly gotten so much worse than it already was in just one night. The man who is Sparrow's father genetically had already killed her little sister. It was the most horrible thing she has ever seen in her short life. Usually as a six year old the most amount of blood you see would be on a scraped knee which your Mommy kissed all better. In Sparrow's case the worst nosebleed one could receive was the comparison to that.
Sparrow's mother was on the floor in a puddle of her own blood as my father makes cuts all over her tortured body. This has been going on for a while, and she knew that as soon as he is finished with her, she would be next. This strikes up her resolve to do what she knows she has to do. Sparrow's mother has lost too much blood this time; and Sparrow is not quite sure how she's still alive right now. Sparrow knows that this all together maybe gives her a minute at most. It's my life or his. It's my life or his. It's my life or his. She chants this in her head as she slowly approaches from behind. When Sparrow gets close enough, and she sees the entirety of her mother's mangled body, it was enough. Sparrow strikes the knife hard into his throat. He yells out in pain as she drags it across to make sure there was no way that he would be able to follow her.
Sparrow can hear him gagging on his own blood as she races to the kitchen. She goes into the little cupboard where she stashed a bag of canned food. Then Sparrow raced around the kitchen to grab any other bits and pieces of food that they were able to scrounge up because of having no money. Sparrow was quite used to hunger, so all this food would last her a very long time. She grabs another knife to stash in her bag as she raced out of this house, and into the surrounding woods. Taking no time to check if they were dead like her baby sister, Sparrow had to get as far away as her frighteningly skinny frame could get her.
It has been four months since she escaped. The police men had tried very hard to find her, but she knew how to hide herself by now in her home. The forest was an amazing home for it was free and Sparrow wasn't afraid anymore. But this wasn't the same woods by their house. No she left that area round after a week. Sparrow was always moving if it looks like someone is getting suspicious and starts to search the local woods. It only happens after she makes too much noise or steals too much food. It's amazing how people just assume that its raccoons stealing the perfectly edible food out of their rubbish bins until they see something much larger than a raccoon. If only for a moment that is. But it is so easy to evade them, for they think that Sparrow thinks like an animal. Place food out and she'll come out. Sparrow has survived this long because she doesn't fall for those tricks.
In fact they are searching the woods right now. Looking in all the bushes whether they were big or small. Little did they know that she was high, high up above them like the bird she was named for. After living in the woods for so long you tended to get a little dirty. But it added the extra coverage necessary to be completely undetectable in the trees. Sparrow just fell asleep and waited until morning to move on from this patch of woods.
Sparrow could feel the air getting colder as she kept moving through the woods. She just huffed out a sigh and kept moving, it was bad enough that they sent out an entire search party last night. So far Sparrow has been walking for hours making good progress from the last town. One of the search men came really close to finding her last night so it became even more imperative that she get moving. She doesn't know what would happen if she was caught by the policemen, but she really doesn't want to find out.
For a stretch of time Sparrow had to go through a big city to get to the comfort of the woods again. It was easy really, avoiding the people who would put their noses into her business. But then she sees absolutely the strangest thing in her life and that sure is saying something compared to the events Sparrow has lived through. There was a man…..with wings. Not like fake wings for costumes but real wings that were huge! Each one was as long as he was tall. They were gold and shimmered in the sunlight with every move he made. For some reason he turned round and looked right at her.
"You can see me little one?" He asked in a funny sounding voice. All Sparrow could do was nod while staring at his wings. "These too?" He asked while making hand motions toward his wings. Again with the nodding. "Well then I guess you're the one we have been looking for." He stated right before advancing toward her. Sparrow turns around and starts sprinting, but she hasn't been able to have food in a few days. This means that much larger man was able to catch up to her very quickly with infuriating ease. "Now try not to kill Deano and Mr. Mcgruffy when you get there k?" was all he said before placing two fingers on Sparrow's forehead.
Dean P.O.V
I had just gotten a face full of holy water, again man I hate that. Bobby had just handed me a towel when there was a very loud thump in the adjoining room. We rush around the corner to see a small girl trying to shake off a fall that sounded like she fell from the ceiling. She sees us and immediately tries to haul herself up to run but falls on her face again. It looks like she sprained an ankle in her fall. That didn't stop her from scuttling away on the floor. I looked more closely at her eyes, they were the eyes of an animal terrified and about to fight or fly.
"Hey, I'm not gonna hurt you alright?" I said in a low voice. "Alright? I just want to help you." She just looked at me with a distrustful face. "I need to check your ankle, to make sure you didn't break it okay?" I slowly reach for her ankle which she begrudgingly lets me take. "Okay, can you wiggle your toes? Good good. Now move it up and down, alright yes it is just a sprain no broken ankles here." I say with a smile on my face, but when I look down at her she is staring at me intently. Then her stomach rumbled. "Alright how about we feed Chewbacca then?" I ask her. She nods after a pause and after looking about for a few seconds lifts her arms up in the universal request to be picked up. I carefully lift her up only to realize that her clothes were but rags on her skeleton like frame. I slowly make my way into Bobby's kitchen and whisper, "Bobby can you make some light porridge? We need to get some food into her." Bobby nods and starts around his kitchen. I'm still holding her and feel like an idiot that I haven't wrapped her ankle yet. "Hey Chewy your ankle still hurt?" she stares me in the eyes before she slowly nods. "Alright come on."
After wrapping her ankle and having her eat most of the porridge, Bobby and I were getting ready to leave to find Sam. "Bobby you have any blankets or something?"
"Check the hall closets." He said gruffly before going back to his search. Chewy, as I have now dubbed her, was sitting on Bobby's bed just watching us. I smile at her and exit the room and find a couple of big fluffy blankets and walk back into the room to see Chewy craning her neck to see around the corner of the door. I walk to her and start to swaddle her in the blankets. Already small, she looked like a toddler in the mass of blankets. I don't know why but she seems to trust me. After picking her and the blankets up from the bed I call out the Bobby, "Hey Bobby! Meet us in the car!" She flinches at the loudness of my voice to which I immediately say, "I'm sorry Chewy I won't be so loud next time." She just looked at me and leaned against my chest.
Man I have missed this, I remember Sam doing the same thing all those years ago. But no time like the present. I open the backseat door and gently place her on the seat. "Now, I am going to give you water during the drive okay? And if you get hungry I want you to tap either me or Bobby on the shoulder and do this alright?" He says while making the sign for eating. She nods and curls in her little blanket nest.
We have been driving for a couple of hours; all the while I have been checking the rearview mirror to see how Chewy was doing. She was constantly looking out her windows to see the new sights blur by. She had quickly gotten tired and was now sleeping.
"So what are we going to do with her?" Bobby suddenly asked me. I sighed we couldn't possibly give her away, I couldn't. "Because you're already attached to the kid." Bobby stated matter of factly. I just ignored him and continued staring at the road and looking periodically at Chewy. Man I have got to get a better nickname than that or try to get her name name.
It wasn't until we got to the hotel Sam was staying at before I noticed Chewy having a nightmare. She was shaking so hard I'm surprised she hasn't fallen off the seat yet. I stop the car and rush to her door. "Hey Chewy? Chewy? Okay you're okay." I say over and over trying to rouse her from this night terror. She was sobbing when she woke and was clutching to my shirt. I just grab the blankets that have fallen and gather them around her. I lift her up again and she wraps her legs around my waist to have a secure hold. She rests her head on my shoulder, exhausted, as I look at Bobby and nod toward the building and make my way to the entrance. We get up to Sam's room to be greeted by a girl in her underwear. My eyes widen, and Chewy looks to see who the new voice belonged to. I'm guessing she didn't like what she saw because she became stiff as plywood and grabbed my shirt even tighter than before. I look down at her and she had terror written all over her face. "Hey, hey what's wrong hun?" I ask because this was a very strong reaction to a tiny female compared to when she met me. Then I hear Sam's voice and look up. "Heya Sammy." I say with a grin. My grin died pretty quickly when I saw his face. I ducked and threw myself backwards as the knife came wishing through the air towards me as I curl my body into pumpkin? Yeah that might work she seems like a pumpkin, I wonder if she'll like pie? Focus Dean! I look up to see Bobby holding Sam back and only then to I hear her. She is definitely not happy with how she is being roughed around, no, the knife. She's not taking her eyes off the knife that came towards us while her eyes are glazed over.
"Hey, Bobby!" I call in a panic, "What do I do it looks like she is I dunno locked in a memory or something!"
"Dean calm down just coax her out of it." He says before going back to explaining to Sam. "Alright then pumpkin, we need to do something. Can you hear me c'mon just follow my voice or something like that or another." She slowly but surely turned to look at him with her wide green eyes locked with his, before she slumped exhausted against his chest. I sighed in relief and lightly hugged her small frame. It scares me just how small she is. I grab one of my t-shirts and take her into the bathroom, she really needed a bath right now.
She was too tired to complain much when I started taking the rags off her, I really need to burn those when I get the chance. And then I saw her skin. Her entire body was covered with scars as old as four years to five months ago. I gave a strangled gasp and called out, "B- Bobby?" He walked in and with a start said, "What in the hell?" I looked at him, really looked at him with a look of finality. Then I turned to her, "You are going to stay with us okay? We''ll keep you safe how does that sound?" She looks at me as if she were thinking about it before nodding. I nod with her and after giving her a quick bath, put her in the t-shirt I brought with me and cuddle up with her in one of the hotel beds.