"Stay here Adam, I'm going to go get money for food," A young boy with blondish brown hair old a younger boy with dark brown hair. The younger boy nodded and the older boy shouldered his pack and left. He walked back to the area that had been his "hunting" ground for the last week. He had been looking for an easy target to steal from. He was desperate for money.

He watched as a group of people exited the office he had been watching.
They were all smaller than him in stature, but the problem was that they left in groups, except for one person. One girl was always the last to reach her car and also sat in her car for a little bit before leaving. She was his intended target for the evening. True to her habit she walked by herself, everyone else already having left. And much to his luck she was also lost in thought as she approached her car.

The boy hunched down even further in her trunk so he wouldn't be spotted. About an hour ago he had broken into her car setting off the alarm for just a moment before shutting if off and hid inside, waiting for her to enter her car, unsuspecting that a boy hid in her car prepared to steal everything on her person. Or so he thought.

The girl shut the car door behind her, "You can come out. I know you're there." He froze, "Come on, I just want to ask you a few questions then you can have whatever you want."

The boy slowly climbed over the back seat and sat there with the knife in his hand for self-defense. The girl looked back at him through the rear-view mirror, "What's your name?" He said nothing, "Okay, can you tell me how old you are?" Again he said nothing, just gripped the knife harder, she sighed, "You won't be getting anything if you can't even answer these easy questions." The boy was about to answer when he was interrupted by his stomach growling loudly, she laughed and his ears turned red with embarrassment, "Hungry are we? Well how about we go get something to eat while your answer my questions, I'm quite hungry as well."

She pulled her keys out, turned the car on, and backed out of the parking space. She drove a little ways before tuning into a McDonald's parking lot. "Is McDonalds okay with you? I've been craving their chicken sandwich all day."

The boy nodded, still weary as he followed her out of the car and into the restaurant, slipping the knife into his pocket as he went.

"I'll have the Southern style chicken sandwich with a large coke, what about you? Pick whatever you want, just tell him whatever you want, I'm going to go fill my drink." She wandered off towards the soda machines.

"I guess I'll have two double cheeseburgers and two medium fries, oh and a drink please." The man at the register handed him a cup.

"So what did he order? Hmm, we'll just take the one cheeseburger and the one fry."

The boy returned from filling his drink, sipping it down like he was a desert during the first rain shower. She paid for the food and waited for it, bringing it to the boy when it was done. She sat there watching the boy eat as she drank her coke.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

"Yeah, sure, so you going to tell me your name now?"

"Sam, my name is Sam Winchester."

"Okay, Sam, I'm Claire, nice to meet you." She smiled at him. Sam looked at her weirdly, he broke into her car to rob from her and she treated him to dinner and treated him so nicely, "How old are you Sam?"

"Fifteen."

"Oh, the big one-five," she sighed, "Those were the good days," she said quietly, looking down at her hands clasped on the table, "Okay one last question, why do you need the money?"

Sam stopped shoveling fries into his mouth and put his hand on the hilt of the knife for some reassurance. For this girl he just met he was about to break his brother's biggest rules, don't tell the truth, never give out your real name, and the biggest of them all don't tell anyone about our brother, "We don't have much money so I wanted to steal money to get my brother something to eat, something good that will fill him up, he's just been eating the scraps that I could scrounge up with the little money that we have and this is the first thing I've eaten in about six days, I think."

She looked right at him the entire time, never breaking eye contact. Her eyes glistened with tears that Sam didn't see as he was looking at his lap. "Well," she tried to get her voice under control, "are you done eating?" Sam nodded, "Okay, let's go."

"Where are we going?"

"To the store."

She drove across the street to the H-E-B, "Oh, I just remembered something, here Sam," she handed him a basket, "fill it up with whatever fruits and vegetables you and your brother like, stay in the produce section please." He grabbed the basket and started to grab anything in sight that looked good.

A few minutes later Claire hung up her phone and went back to check on Sam, "Lots of fruit and…what no vegetables, we are going to have to fix that, come on, carrots are good, plus you know good for your eyes too." She added a bag of carrots to the basket then dragged Sam deeper into the store. She grabbed things off of shelves and thrust them into Sam's arms.

"Um, Claire, I don't think I can carry anything else," she looked back at her shopping partner, who was loaded down with all kinds of food.

"Oops, sorry Sam, should've grabbed a cart," she looked around and spotted an abandoned cart at the end of the aisle, "Perfect, dump everything in here, then we can keep going."

"We aren't done yet?"

"Nope"

They spent the next twenty minutes in the grocery store and the next ten loading everything into the trunk of her car. Sam opened the door to the passenger side wondering where this girl was going to take him next.