Carita felt cold in her own motel room, it would be her last night there, since Sam and Dean would be looking out for her now. They said that they would be bringing her back to Bobby Singer's till they got back from a case they were working on at the moment- something big that they needed to get done with- but that they would be back soon. Carita had heard all of it before though, knowing that soon could mean a few days up to a little over a month depending on how big the case really got. She had been to Bobby's when she had been a kid, though it seemed more like she had been a toddler now that she looked back at it, through her kid years she had been with her mother on the road as well. Bobby had always made time for her, letting her play with the cars in his junk yard, and would allow her to play house with some of his many phones when it came to nightfall. Carita looked up to the man, even thought of him as family.
It had been a week since her mothers death and she still felt like her mother would walk through the door any minute, but instead it was just her boyfriend Daryl, looking for answers that she would not give him. Carita had kept him hidden from the world that she knew so well – from the real her – since the day that she had met him, knowing that it would be for the best that she kept him in the dark for as long as she could. She felt cold, as if there was something in the air that was keeping the room cold, though she knew it would not be her mother, they burned the body the day they got it. Sam and Dean said that it would be for the best to get it over with as soon as possible, Carita knew that as well. But it was the firs time that she had someone be burned right in front of her, the first hunter's death that she had seen, but she held strong and watched as the blaze grew higher and higher. Even then, she could feel the cold creeping up on her and she just zipped up her leather jacket tighter around her body.
" I got us some food!" Daryl smiled as he came into the room, dropping the keys and a brown bag into the little brown table next to the door.
" I'm not really hungry right now, but thanks for going out and getting us something." Carita smiled as she wrapped another blanket around herself, trying to kill the cold.
" You still shivering?" He asked, a wave of concern washed over him, she could see it in his eyes. " Maybe you should wear that leather jacket that I gave you, it can really help keep you warm."
It was one of the first things that he had given to her, a gift on their first date. It was dark brown and had some scuff marks in it, but it was still in good shape. It was a little baggy on her and she was always brining it in closer to her to make it more snug around her body. But she loved it with every inch of her body. It felt like the roads Daryl had driven down, the pure freedom that he had felt with it on, and most of all it felt like Daryl himself. There was a scent of Daryl that ran through the jacket that never seemed to come out of it..
" No, I just don't want it to come back." She lied as she starred at the boy.
She had met Daryl at school, though he had graduated many years before her, she still met him there; well, crossing from school to the other side of the road. As Carita remembered it, she had been walking in the sidewalk when Daryl nearly hit her with his motorcycle, hard. She screamed as he came to a dead stop right in front of her, less than an inch from her feet. Carita thought that she could see her life flash before her eyes, feel her heart stop for a second in her chest, but then it all came to pass. Daryl swore asked if she was alright and she smiled, though out of breath, and told him that she was alright. But he had to make it up to her – nearly hitting her and all – and decided to drive her home. Home that week had been a newly furnished home that they had phone to vacant and taken a hold of. Carita had thanked him for the ride and for not killing her, he took her hand and drove his phone number on it, telling her to call him sometime. It took her a full week to call him and ask for a date, knowing that he was much older and that she should not do it was battling with the want and need to see him again, the want and the need won out in the end. Though it you asked Daryl, there would be a different story told.
" You really gotta get some sleep, I don't think that you have gotten a full nights sleep in weeks, since you guys came all the way over here." Daryl whispered as he sat down on her bed, each word coming out in his southern twang.
" Do you really expect me to be able to sleep now?" She laughed a little as she wrapped her tiny arms around the boys neck. " I mean with you here and all, I know for sure that there is no way to get sleep for hours."
" Well you do know that much is for sure, but I should really let you get some sleep before hand." Daryl smiled as he pushed the girl down onto the bed and pulled his shirt right off.
Carita touched every part of his chest, making sure that every inch was felt by her nails that she could see chills going up and down the man's spine. It made her smile as she watched him as she started to kiss his neck, hearing the noises that escaped from his lips, it made her thrilled when she heard the deep sound of a growl coming from Daryl's throat, him holding himself back. He still smelled like the outer world, the smell of the cold winter nights, the smell of the open highway, and the smell of her favorite leather jacket that had been on his body. Carita sat on top of the boy, pulling off layers of her clothes and his as she kissed her way from his neck to lower regions.
Sleep was the next thing that came from the two naked bodies, both knowing that once they woke that there would not be much time left between them. Daryl knew that Carita would be going away with her birth father, going someplace for them to get to know one another for awhile, though he did not know the rest, which was most likely for the best. Carita woke long before Daryl did, she refused to move away from his body though, she wanted to stay with him for the rest of time. She wanted to be right in that moment, forever. Carita stayed by his side for what felt like ten minutes, which really was over an hour, before saw the light coming from the sun outside and moved from the bed.
Carita knew that there was not a lot of time left for the two of them, it could be months before they had another moment to be with one another once again, but she could not wake the man up from his sleep, he seemed to be in too much peace for her to ruin it. She knew what it felt like to be in peace, even for a few moments in time, and knew that she would never want it to be taken from him like it had been for her. She moved into the small bathroom and worked her face into what looked like a normal girl. Primping and plucking some stray hairs away from above her eyes, applying a fine layer of make-up onto her face, and dong her hair in the way that looked acceptable.
" Hey Car, you in there?" Daryl's groan came from the other side of the door.
" Yeah, I'll be out in a minute." She said, trying to sound cheery as she looked at herself once again in the mirror, she almost looked like a normal girl, for a minute at least.
" Take all of the time that you need in there, Hun. Say, how long have you been awake for?" Daryl asked, she could hear that he was brewing coffee.
" I'd say an hour, why?" She asked as she played with her hair a little more, trying to get the dirty-blond waves to turn into curls.
" I really think that you should go and see a doctor, try to get some pills to get you to sleep." Daryl said lightly. " I mean how long was it that you slept anyways, an hour maybe two?" All she could do was laugh under her breath at that.
She could not remember the last time that she had been able to get a full nights sleep without a phone going off or having to research all throughout the night. That's what she did for her mother most of the time that they were on cases and she was not in school – which she had not been in for months since she got her diploma early – she was the researcher for the two of them. Carita would spend days at a time looking up different creatures and how to kill them, trying to find new ways to kill the older ones that had ways to kill them, things that would harm creatures, and most of all she wanted to know everything there was about demons. It was the one thing that scared her the most about the job, demons. Carita shivered as she lifted her shirt up to see the brand new ink that was on her hipbone, an anti-possession tattoo.
" No, it's just that I usually don't get a lot of sleep, I mean I guess I'm just one of those people that doesn't really sleep. What are those types of people called?" She asked through the door, not really listening for the answer. " Is that French roast?" She asked right in the middle of his answer.
" Yeah, I know that you liked that kind and that they would never have it in a place like this, so I thought that I would treat you to something that you liked. I mean I was going to go out and get us breakfast before you got up, but I guess that you beat me to that." She could hear the smile in his voice.
" Well it's the first time that I think I have beaten you to anything." She poked fun, thinking back to last night.
" You know that is false, remember last night?" He laughed deeply, the twang coming to his voice.
" As I remember that, it was a tie." She giggled as she finally came out of the bathroom. She pulled the cup out of the tall mans hands and pushed her finger all the way down his chest, which was still bare because she was wearing his shirt.
" So you ever gonna tell your daddy about us?" He asked lightly.
" Not just yet. No. But maybe in the future, when we get to know one another a little better, once I get to really figure him out, I guess." She shrugged as she took a sip from the mug and instantly tasted heaven. " This is amazing, you know that?" She smiled.
" You think that he will accept it?" Daryl asked as he sat on the bed and pulled the girl into his lap. " You and me, together. I mean does he know that I am nearly ten-years older than you?" He asked.
" He thinks that you are my mothers friend that I have known for awhile and that you care for me. I mean half of that is true." Carita took another sip from her mug and though about Dean. " I mean I really don't know the guy that well, I know that he would protect the people that he cares about with all of his life."
" How do you know that?" Daryl asked, wrapping his long arms around her.
" I just can feel it, there is something inside of him that just feels like a protector." Carita said as she leaned back into the mans chest, heaven was now closer than ever before. " I can tell that he wants what is best for Sam, that he would do anything for him because he is his brother and he loves him with all of the power that he has, I think that he would even put his life down for Sam."
" You can tell that from just a week of knowing the guy?" He questioned.
" Yes. Remember, I know things." She smiled lightly.
A gift that she had, she knew when things were going to happen. She knew that she was going to have something big happen when she got to school the day that she met Daryl, she could feel it from inside of her. Carita had known when her mother was going to need help with some of her cases- like the one that she had tried to call Sam and Dean on – she had always known when something big and major was going to happen. It was something that she thought that she always had, but it started about a year ago, when the gift really started to kick into motion, when she felt like she was going to need to run, far, so she took her bags and left the motel that she had been staying in, with all of her stuff in her bag, and took off for a little dinner down the street. When she returned to the motel, it had tapped off, firetrucks all around and lights going crazy; the room next to her had caught on fire and her whole floor had been burned to the ground.
" Oh yeah, how could I forget that?" Daryl snickered as he took another sip of the coffee he hated so much. Daryl preferred his coffee unflavored and as black as a person could make it.
" Shut up, now common, you really got to get out of here before Sam and Dean get here. I really do not want to have a scene with them this early in the morning. We're gonna be driving all day and I really don't want to have one of them shotgunning with me." She nudged the mans shoulder with her elbow as she rose and pulled some jeans out of her dresser- her final pair that had not been packed.
" I guess that you are right there, wouldn't want to have any family issues started over us before you even have had time to become a family yet." Daryl smiled as he looked around the room. " Car?"
" Yeah Babe?" She asked as she got on some jewelry that she had always worn.
" Where in the world is my-" Daryl stopped short that he saw what he had been looking for all along on the girl. " shirt." He could not help but to smile.
" You like it?" She spun around in the boys AC-DC shirt. " I think that I am going to keep it for now. You think that you can drive all the way back to Virginia in a leather jacket?" She smiled as she moved quickly around him.
" No way in hell, now common, give it back!" He laughed as he pulled on the girls arm. But she had stopped dead in her tracks, there was a new smell to the room. " Common now, give it."
" Stop." She whispered as she sniffed around the room. " Do you smell that?" She asked, she knew the scent, knew what is symbolized.
" Smell what?" He asked as she stripped off his shirt and threw it at him.
" Sulfur. Demon." She hissed as she pulled on one of her own shirts, grabbed everything that was in her room, and pulled Daryl out of the room without another look in the room.
" Daryl, I need you to look me in the eyes, alright? Go. Drive as fast as you can and don't look back okay?" She asked as she looked around her, the sun was still coming up and there was not a lot going on around them,
" Why, what are you talking about, what did you smell in there?" He asked, she almost got to the ground and thanked god that he did not hear her.
" I think that there is a gas leak in there, I will tell the office about it, but you should just get out of here before Dean and Sam get here, I mean I can take care of myself." She smiled and lied through her teeth. " I just don't want anymore of that getting into your system and really messing anything up." She zipped his jacket up even tighter.
" Oh, okay. You sure that you don't want me to come with you, tell them what I smelled and what not?" He asked lightly.
" No, no. I will be just fine, just make sure that you get home safely and I will call you tonight when we get to where we are going." She smiled as she gave him a light kiss on the lips, feeling the sweet surrender of his lips. It was better than any French roast coffee in the world. " Love you." She whispered.
" Love you more." He said with a smile as he walked down the stairs. She watched him, from her car, until he was out of sight before lighting a cigarette. Her true weakness.
Sam and Dean arrived soon after, Carita told them all about what had happened, subtracting the point of Daryl through the whole story, as she pulled her jacket closer to her, it still smelled like Daryl. She was already longing for him to be at her side as she drove behind Sam and Dean and the cold fell by her side once again.