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Chapter 2
Dean pulled up in front of a rundown apartment building. As he climbed out of the car he took in the building in front of him. The paint was pealing or at least the paint that was left. There were bars on the windows and what looked like bullet holes in the door. He looked down at the little girl that was now clutching his brother's hand and thought how could anyone live in a place like this?
"Why are we here Sammy?" Dean asked.
"The landlord confiscated a bunch of Rebecca's stuff."
"Oh" Dean said as he walked up the steps. "Do we ring or just shot the door open?"
"The door doesn't lock anymore." Rebecca said.
Dean reached out and easily pushed the door open. "Awesome" He mumbled as he stepped into a hallway. "And which of these lovely rooms was yours?"
"Downstairs" Rebecca said pointing to some stairs.
Dean led the way, followed closely by Rebecca with Sam bringing up the rear. By the time they got to the bottom it was so dark Sam pulled out his flashlight and clicked it on. From the soft glow they could just make out a door at the end of a small hall. The small group made their way to the door, Dean reached out to open the door he heard voices coming from the other side. He froze and motioned at Sam who pulled Rebecca back and clicked the light off. Dean took a deep breath before he slowly turned the handle and threw the door open. Two men stood in the middle of the apartment.
"Who the hell are you?" The larger man asked. He turned toward Dean his shirt was dirty and his hair was greasy. "This is private property."
"Yeah hers so what are you doing here?" Dean asked.
The large man looked past Dean and saw Rebecca. "What are you doing back here I told that nun that this stuff was mine. Your mother was no good and didn't bother to pay her bills."
"My mommy was very good." Rebecca said from behind Dean. "You are a smelly stinky bad man."
"Why you little brat." The man took a step forward.
"I would rethink whatever it is you are thinking right now." Dean said putting his hand out. "We are just here to let the girl get some of her things. That is unless you think you are going to get a good price for dresses and dolls. Or are you hoping to keep those for yourself?"
"Frank calm down." The other man said stepping forward. "I must apologize for Frank he is not much of a people person. My name is Mark Jones, I own this building, and you are?
"Dean and that tall moody one is my brother Sam."
"And who are you to the girl?"
"We are her guardians right now." Sam said. "All we want is Rebecca to be able to gather up her things."
"I don't see any problem with that do you Frank?" Mark asked looking at the larger man.
"She owed money Mark." Frank mumbled. "They better not take any of the money items."
"I don't think we will have to worry about that Frank let's leave them alone." Mark walked past Dean and smiled down at Rebecca. "Take whatever you want sweetie." Frank followed Mark out of the room and Sam closed the door.
"Well that was easy." Dean shrugged. "Okay little one go crazy."
Rebecca looked at Dean and smiled. She ran to one of the doors and went in. After a short time she came back out holding a rag doll. She laid her on the coach and went back into the room. Sam followed her into the small bed room. He was surprised at the difference in the room compared to the rest of the apartment. This room was pink, everything, pink walls, pink carpet, and pink sheets on the bed.
"Wow I take it you like pink." Sam said looking around.
Rebecca turned and smiled at Sam. "Mommy and I did this just before she went into the hospital she really wanted to do blue but the pink was on sale."
"It's very nice." Sam smiled back at her.
"That is a lot of pink." Dean said coming into the room. "I found a bigger suitcase in the hall closet."
Sam took it and put it on the bed. "Go ahead Rebecca take whatever you want."
Rebecca turned and looked at the suitcase. "I can't use that one that one is for Mommy's special toys."
Sam and Dean looked at each other. Dean shrugged. "All righty then I guess I will go find another case."
"Mommy has one in her room." Rebecca said. "Her toys are in her room too."
"That's nice sweet heart but I'm not sure we are going to take those with us." Dean said patting her on the head.
"But we can't let the bad smelly man get his hands on them." Rebecca said heading out of the room and into the other, Sam and Dean followed. "Mommy would not want anyone to have them."
"Rebecca I don't think…" Sam started to say as he watched the girl reach under the mattress and pull out a .45. She handed the gun to Sam. "I don't think you should be handling that."
"Oh it's okay that one isn't loaded only the ones at the head of the bed are loaded." Rebecca explained smiling at Sam. "Are you a hunter too?"
Sam and Dean looked at each other in shock. Sam lifted the mattress to find a small arsenal there. "Dean go get that bag please." Dean nodded as he left the room. Sam turned back to Rebecca. "Is there anything else we should not let the bad man take Becca?"
Rebecca giggled as she opened the closet door. Sam was shocked to see books, hex bags, ammunition, and knives of every size. Dean walked in with the bag.
"What else did you find Sammy?" Dean asked laying the bag on the floor by the bed. Sam moved out of the way so Dean could see. "Dude who was this girl?"
"My Mommy kept the monsters away." Rebecca said walking past Dean and back to her room.
Sam and Dean stood staring after the girl for a moment before they went to packing everything.
"Mr. Dean can I bring something's in the back seat with me?" Rebecca asked poking her head into the room.
"What?" Dean asked as he zipped up the suitcase.
"My dolly and some crayons and some books." Rebecca answered.
"Sure I guess." Dean said as he picked up the suitcase and walked out of the bedroom. "You might want to take a pillow and blanket too, we have a long drive ahead of us and we won't be stopping often."
"Okey dokey Mr. Dean." Rebecca said as she disappeared back into her room.
"Dude she is way to perky for me." Dean said sitting down on the couch.
"Dude she is six." Sam said as he picked up the rag doll. The doll had brown yarn hair, blue eyes and was wearing a purple gingham dress. "It can't be." Sam said as he sat down on the chair.
"What is it Sam?"
Sam looked at Dean. "Nothing I just…Rebecca."
Rebecca poked her head out of her room. "Yes Mr. Sammy."
Dean laughed. "Okay I am starting too really like her."
Sam glared at his brother before turning back to Rebecca. "Rebecca what is your mother's name?"
"Brianna" And the little girl disappeared back into her room.
"Sam what was that all about?" Dean asked as he watched his brother pull out his phone. Sam didn't answer as he dialed a number.
Sam stood and started to pace the room. After a moment he clicked the phone off and ran his fingers through his hair. "This so can't be happening."
"Sam what the hell is it?" Dean asked standing and spinning his brother to face him. "What is wrong Sammy?"
"I'm ready Mr. Dean and Mr. Sam I found another bag to put my stuff in." Rebecca said coming out of her room.
"Rebecca where did you get this?" Sam asked holding out the rag doll to her.
"My Mommy gave that to me." Rebecca said taking the doll. "She said she was very special."
"Well let's gather up all the bags and head out of here." Dean said looking at Sam.
It took them two trips but soon everything was in the car and they were heading down the road.