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Chapter 1
Portland, Oregon
Walking through the parking lot of the motel in which they were staying, Sam tried to get the key of the room from his back pocket while moving the two paper bags he held in his hands.
It had been days since he came back from hell and he was still trying to catch up on everything he had missed during this last year.
But most important of all, he wanted to restore the relationship between himself and Dean. Since he woke up his brother has been doing nothing but acting strange, evading some of his questions and deviating the attention on everything else but his time in Hell, Not that Sam would have much to say on the matter seeing as he couldn't remember a thing of his time in the cage.
Sam knew that there was something that Dean was hiding from him but he didn't want to disturb the shaky balance that had settled between them.
Inserting the key in the lock he opened the door with his shoulder, laying the bags on the round table, taking note of the fact that Dean wasn't there.
It was a bit weird because the Impale was in the parking lot but he wasn't too worried considering Dean's habit of passing his spare time in bars.
Turning on his PC he continued on with his research, digging all the information he thought could help them solve this case.
A couple hours later Sam decided to take a break, getting up from the chair and grabbing a drink from the fridge. It was then that he noticed that Dean was in the parking lot, his back turned to him and posture stiff.
Sam couldn't see him very clearly seeing as he was quite far away but from the way he was frantically moving his hands it looked like he was talking to someone on the phone.
Once again he found himself thinking about what Dean was hiding from him and he wondered if he was talking to Bobby, scheming a way to keep him in the dark from...whatever it was that they were trying to hide from him.
Feeling already the beginning of a headache, he decided to drop the matter, for the time being, and focus all of his attention on the case.
Pulling out a chair he sat at the table and massaging his temples he returned to his research.
Las Vegas, Nevada - Desert Springs Hospital Medical Center
It was the early hours of the morning and in the hospital's hallway there was the distinct clip-clap of stilettos. The noise was so loud and recurring that you could imagine someone trying to run with small and fast steps.
The person in question was a woman wearing a well-cut skirted suit; the skirt was tight and it arrived just below her knees, making running even more difficult. In one hand she was holding carefully a Starbucks cup while in the other she had a small suitcase.
The woman slowed down her run when she saw the front desk, taking a moment to fix her messy hair.
''Excuse me, I'm searching for Guadalupe Travieso's room.'' the nurse looked at her as if she had something on her face.
''I'm Bonnie Kimberley, the lawyer assigned to this case, Social Services should have informed you that I would be passing by today. ''
The woman behind the counter seemed a bit more reassured. ''Room 313 on the 4th floor, the elevator is on the right.'' Bonnie thanked her with a plastic smile.
Entering the elevator, she pressed the button for the 4th floor and used the ride to finish drinking her coffee, dreading the encounter that was going to happen.
On the hospital bed there was a little figure, sitting up with a book in her lap and her head lowered, concentrated on reading.
When she heard someone knocking on the opened door of her room she raised her head and she focused her left eye on the woman staying by the doorstep.
Bonnie entered the room awkwardly, laying her suitcase gently on the bed and thinking of what to say.
''Is your eye alright? Why is it bandaged?'' the woman found herself saying, cringing immediately at the words that left her mouth.
''Yes, I just decided to dress early for Halloween this year. '' retorted the little girl, sarcasm dripping off every word.
Bonnie sighed. She was already feeling in need of another coffee.
''So, the fuck are you doing here? I thought you had gotten the message that I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore.'' the child responded angrily.
Bonnie wasn't surprised by her words nor by her tone ''Let it be clear that I'm not here by my choice, I'm only doing your mother a favor.'' she retorted acidly.
The girl laughed ''Ohhh, now you want to help her. tell me-'' snapping her book close she continued '' where the fuck were you when they threw her in jail because of you?''
The woman closed the door in a rush '' Listen closely you little freak, here's how things stand, you either let me do my job or I'll gladly let Social Services throw you in an orphanotrophy. Understood?''
The girl didn't answer, she just laid back on the pillows, careful of her right arm which was plastered.
Bonnie took her silence as a 'yes' and she started displaying the situation '' So, Yessica asked me to contact your biological father and arrange things so that you would be given in custody to hi-''
The child looked baffled ''You can't even know for sure that he is my f-''
''Quite the contrary actually, I just got informed that the paternity test resulted positive and I already informed him of the results.''
The little girl furrowed her brow even further ''And now what? Are you just going to give me in custody to him, just like that?'' she grumbled '' I don't know if you've noticed but I've never seen the man in my life and now, thanks to a certain someone-'' and here she gave Bonnie a pointed look ''-I'm considered a poor little girl, an abuse victim with a mother with drug problems, who ended up in prison.''
Bonnie diverted her eyes from Guadalupe, guilt and shame crawling up her back at the thought of Yessica.
''I mean, I'm not an expert in matter of law but it shouldn't be as easy as you're making it sound.''
Signing deeply, Bonnie passed a hand through her hair, thinking absent-mindedly that she should really do something about it.
''It seems you're underestimating me, don't worry '' she reassured Guadalupe '' I have people that can take care of everything, speed the process, cover some things up-'' grabbing some documents from her suitcase she continued ''-especially about your father, I've done some research and this Dean Winchester has had his fair share of problems with the police, heck, even the FBI.''
Not noticing the stunned expression on Guadalupe's face Bonnie kept going ''He's also been declared dead a few times and we can't have that divulged.''
''Guadalupe, are you still with us?'' she inquired once she saw the sock on the girl's face.
The girl ignored her question ''What did you say was his name again?''
''Hm? Who? Your father? Dean Winchester.'' the woman uttered distractedly while putting the documents back in her suitcase.
Fixing her hair one more time she took one last look at the child. Laying there in a hospital gown too big for her and covered in injuries, Bonnie almost felt remorseful about how the whole ordeal turned out.
But she and Guadalupe never had a really good relationship so the feeling lasted only for a few seconds.
Opening the door she exited the room, hoping that she would be able to figure out this situation and that she would be able to fix it. It was, after all, the least she could for Yessica.