Dean-23

Sam-19

Carrie-14

Dean glanced at the young girl who sat in the backseat through the rear view mirror. Her long, wavy, black hair was tied into a conservative ponytail; a few locks were shining against her shoulders as the early morning sun streamed through the windows of the Impala. He had been reluctant to let her come—she was just a kid but had insisted that she tag along. She had said something about moral obligation but Dean had been too shocked by her contending to listen. Sam tried his hand at discouraging her but that hadn't worked either. She looked like a tough girl though. She would make a good hunter.

"Hey, Carina," Sam began, turning back to the girl who tilted her head to the side inquisitively with a slight look of irritation passing through her gray eyes.

"It's Carrie," She corrected plainly.

"Uh, Carrie," Sam stammered under her hard stare. "you really don't want this for yourself. You can have a totally normal life."

"Look, Mr. Winchester, I'd rather have an abnormal life than be miserable forever."

"You can just call me Sam," Sam smiled, obviously flattered at her polite demeanor. "I just think that you can save yourself from a lot of disappointment."

"I appreciate your concern, honest, I do, but I think I can think for myself." Carrie replied earnestly, looking back out of the window with a peaceful, content concentration.

"It's not going to work, Sammy," Dean, who had stayed silent throughout the whole conversation, despite his brother's desperate looks for help, put in. "If she wants to stay then she can stay, But, look kid, we're not hauling your ass back if you want out."

"Yes, we are, Dean." Sam opposed, glaring at his brother but surprised to see a smile spread across Carina's face. "Don't listen to him. If you do want out then we'll make sure you get back home alright."

"Wait," Her voice was low and a bit cautious. "you guys aren't serial killers, are you?"

"That depends on who you're talking to," Dean smirked, driving down the large highway on his way to Bobby's. Carina nodded and relaxed, biting the inside of her lip before rummaging inside of her olive green rucksack.

"Here," She held out a wad of cash into the front seat between Dean and Sam's heads. "there's about three hundred and sixty bucks in here. I guess you can use it for ammo or whatever. I'm only guessing that you need a lot of ammo to kill the things that almost ripped me into Rosemary's babies. What was that thing anyway?"

"It was a wraith." Dean eyed her again through the rear view mirror to see any sign of fear in her face. But there wasn't even an inkling of emotion to assure him of any worry in her young heart.

"Keep your money," Sam said kindly. "Dean likes to work for it."

"What do you two do for money?"

"Credit card scams and hustling pool mostly." The youngest Winchester informed, figuring that she'd have to know if she were to come along with them.

"Awesome." Carrie replied with a sardonic cadence in her voice.

And Dean grinned with approval, knowing that they had made the right choice by letting Carina Harrington have her way, but not knowing why.

He didn't know yet, that is.

The Road So Far...