Boston

Note: I do not own Sam, Dean, Missouri, or any other characters you may recognize from Supernatural (which I also do not own).

A/N: This story is based slightly on the song Boston by Augustana. It inspired me to write this, which is also slightly based on a dream I had.

Chapter One:

I didn't know where I was headed, and I didn't care. I bought the first ticket available that took me the farthest from home. This was my first time running away, I had never even run to a friend's house, so I was a little nervous leaving town, but I didn't care. I had to get away. I was fifteen, headed to Kansas City, with only $200 (which was what was left after buying the bust ticket), and I had no place to stay. I wanted to go to California, but that would have left me with $50, and that wasn't even enough for a hotel room for one night, so I went to Kansas, of all places.

I used my money that I had earned babysitting, which was a little over a hundred dollars, and the rest I stole from my mom, who deserved it! It was her fault my life was so fucked up, and I wasn't going to let her enjoy my absence. I vowed to make the rest of her life a living hell!

I got on the bus, which arrived a half-hour later, and found my seat, thanking that it was by the window. Now all I had to do was pray that no one else sat next to me, and I would be cool. I put two of my bags in the overhead compartment, and the third was under my seat, but after I took out my walkman and book, and settled down for the long ride.

It seemed to take forever to get to Kansas City, but I guessed it was because I couldn't seem get away fast enough. I wasn't sure what to expect, I had never been to Kansas, but my plan was to find a cheap apartment or hotel room that I could rent out for a few months, until school started, then I wasn't sure where to go from there. I would get a job to pay the bills, but I knew that wouldn't last long, considering I had never had a real job before. I guess I would just have to take it one day at a time.

Once we had arrived in Kansas City, two days later (more like one and a half, but it was two nights), I grabbed my bags and walked to an apartment building I had seen while driving into town. After talking to the owner, I found out they were the cheapest place in town. Cheap? Yeah right! $175 a month and a $15 dollar deposit. Not going to work! Damn! Where to now? I thought. Even if I didn't have to pay that much, the apartments came unfurnished, so I would have to sleep on the floor until I could earn enough for a cheap mattress. How do people live like that? At least at home, it was nice and safe, with three-plus meals a day. I couldn't believe I was thinking about home! What was wrong with me?

I surprised myself yet again, when I hitched a ride to Lawrence with a nice family, who had overheard me talking to the apartment building owner. They were heading there tomorrow to visit the mother's sister, or something, for the Fourth of July, and offered to give me a ride there. They let me stay with them that night, but I would be on my own once we got to Lawrence, on the second. I was more than willing to take up their offer, and I told them that I had family in Lawrence that I could stay with, and they were gullible enough to believe me. Whatever.

They lat me sleep on their couch-bed, which wasn't the most comfortable thing, but it was better than the floor. I was so exhausted that I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. I was amazed when I woke up to realize it was almost ten am. I have never slept that late before!

I went into the bathroom to change and get ready to leave. I walked out and Mrs. Mason handed me a plate full of scrambled eggs, bacon, and a biscuit, along with a large glass of milk.

"Thank you so much," I said.

"It's not a problem, dear! Just eat up and we will leave in about an hour," Mrs. Mason said. What a nice family! I thought as she went into her bedroom.

We loaded up the car and drove off. I had to sit in the back with their two rowdy kids. They weren't bad, just annoying, which was worse to me. I prayed I wouldn't get car sick. The boy, Jason, who was ten, kept asking me questions about my life, but I couldn't tell them the truth, so I had to keep making up lies. I was the worst liar in the world, but somehow I had managed to pull it off.

I told them I was emancipated, just trying to find my calling. I would stay with my aunt and uncle in Lawrence until I could earn enough money to get me back on my feet. I felt bad for lying to them, but there was no way I could tell them I was a runaway with no idea what the hell I was doing, so I had to make something up.

It only took two hours to get there, and they dropped me off at my 'aunt and uncle's' house (it was really just some random house that I had picked). I waved goodbye as their car pulled out of the driveway. They had wanted to wait to make sure I would be okay, but I assured them that I would be, so they left. I walked to a nearby apartment building and took one look at it and almost threw up. It smelled like garbage and human waste, which made sense because it was right next to a main sewage line. There was NO way I was staying here, so I walked on. It was still early in the day, so I had plenty of time to find someplace to stay. If it came down to it, I would go up to some house and beg them to let me stay the night.

I eventually came upon some decent looking homes. They weren't like back home, but you could raise a family here. I guess because my EX- parents had money, I was used to living in comfort, granted we weren't rich, just enough to get us by in an upper-class neighborhood. I thought they looked quaint, old, but quaint. I would live here.

In front of one of the houses, there was sign that read Psychic. Ha! Psychic, my ass. I believed some people had 'the gift' but it made me mad how gullible people could be. If I wanted to, I could make tons of money telling people what they want to hear. It's not that hard, you just have to know how to read people, and I could do that to an extent. Maybe I could just see what this person thought. It's not like those other ads you see where it says something like Marvin the Magnificent, or Psychic Sally the Mystique. All it read was Missouri underneath the sign, so what harm could Missouri do? I decided to try it out, and I walked up to the door.

As I closed the door behind me, I looked at my surroundings. It was like a waiting room, but more homely. Couches and chairs were all around on either side of the two doorways, one being the main door, and the other leading into the back of the house. It was nice to sit down finally. There was only one other person in the room, an older man, I presumed to be in his early fifties, who was watching me with curiosity. I sat down on the other side of the room, away from him, setting my bags down on the floor next to me.

I looked at him, and he was still looking at me. "Hi," he said.

"Uh…hi," I replied shyly, and cautiously.

"What brings a young girl like you here?" he asked me.

I stared at him a moment thinking how was I going to get out of this? He didn't sound like a creepy person, just old. If he was a perv, he wouldn't be looking for kids at a place like this, so I figured I could answer his question. "I'm here to see what my future holds."

"Well, you have come to the right place. Missouri Mosley is the best psychic there is! I came here once before, and everything she told me was the truth."

"Well, that's good. So why are you back?"

"I found something about my past, and I want to know more about it."

"Really?...Me too."

"Well, here's to our futures!" he waved his hand up for me to give it an air high-five.

"Here's to the future!"

Missouri appeared with another man, not quite as old as the one I was talking to, and led him to the door. She was not quite middle-aged, with dark skin, and even darker, curly hair. I could tell she was sweet, and kind-hearted, and even more so trustworthy. Her voice was filled with kindness, and I was glad I had come here. She turned to the old man, "Daniel, you can come on back now. Ali, I will be with you soon. In the meantime, make yourself at home."

She left the room with Daniel, leaving me stunned. How did she know my name? I didn't tell that man, Daniel, and it isn't written on any of my bags! What the hell? I relaxed back on the couch, still perplexed, as I reached for my cell phone, which was vibrating. I looked at the caller I.D. Summer, I sighed. She'll have to wait, she should understand. But maybe I should just tell her I am ok. Nah, she'll live. I'll call her tonight.

Summer is, and has been my best friend since sixth grade. She was also the only other person, besides me, who knew where I was going. I couldn't stay with her because, well, she didn't really have a place to stay herself. She was older than me, and had dropped out of school to get into this boarding school, which hasn't accepted her yet, so she has been living with friends, while her parents had moved to Texas.

I trusted her not to tell anyone, and I knew she could keep her word, even until her dying breath, she would never tell a soul any secret ever told to her. EVER! But I especially knew that she would never tell my parents because they hated her. They said she was a bad influence on me. Normally I would disagree, but now that I have run away, it doesn't make much sense. But I was a good kid, never did drugs, and got good grades in school. I was the perfect child. At least I thought I was, until three days ago.