Sam could not believe it. There was a girl right in front of them standing in the middle of the road in the middle of nowhere, and his brother knew her?
"Chloe? Who's Chloe?"
But it felt like Dean never heard the question his brother asked. Instead he kept on staring at the girl, with the same awkward surprised-but-confused look he had when he had stop the car.
"Dean, how in the world can you possibly know a girl who's lost in the woods in the middle of Tennessee? Dean?!"
The girl, relieved that her death wasn't a part of the past, decided to put her arms down, but did not move her feet. The weird starring contest she and Dean had was scarring Sam, who decided to finally make a move and opened his car door. He came out while his brother still hadn't move a bit.
"Hey! Are you alright?"
The girl's eyes reached Sam's. Only her eyes moved.
"Are you Sam Winchester?"
Sam was now even more confused than before.
"Yeah... that's me."
The girl took her hair out from her face and tucked it behind her ears. She turned her eyes again on Dean.
"Dean? Is that you? Please, answer!"
Dean finally got out of his thoughts, and then out of his car.
"Chloe?"
"Yeah, it's me. I'm sorry to be bursting out like this, but I really need your help."
Sam looked at his brother and the girl: they seemed to really know each other but yet, he didn't remember her face. He did notice, though, that her left leg was bleeding, something he hadn't notice before coming out of the Impala.
"What do you need my help for? I thought you weren't suppose to contact us anymore."
"I know, Dean. But it's hard to explain. Where's your father?"
"Well I guess you were following the orders he gave you: my dad's been dead for over a year now."
"What?!" Chloe said while putting her left hand in front of her mouth. "You've gotta be kidding me!"
"I am as serious as I am standing in front of you. But what can be this urgent you have to pop out like this? Why couldn't you just call?"
"I really need to see your dad. You see, mom is dead."
Dean's face went blank again. Sam's didn't.
"Wait a minute!" he shouted. "What is going on here, Dean?!"
"Sam, this is Chloe McCain", Dean finally confessed. "She's a good friend of mine..."
"And apparently to dad's!"
Dean walked all the way to the other side of the Impala and pushed his brother to the back,
"Look, it's not what it looks like, okay? Calm down, Inspector Gadget! Dad took care of her about four years ago when you were still in college. Some demon stuff."
"What kind of demon stuff?"
"I'm sorry but I can't tell. But I can tell you that she needs our help right now and we shouldn't just leave her in the woods like that, so we're going back to Nashville, we find a hotel room and we bunk for the night, alright?"
"But Dean, how did she know where we were?"
Dean had started walking back to the front of the car already, leaving Sam alone, trying to process the last words his brother had said. Dean had just told Sam an hour ago that he didn't wanted to stay for the night especially when they could've easily gone through the state before noon.
Dean usually had his way with girls, but for some reason things seemed different with Chloe. He did not have the same approach with her, and Sam only knew her for about a minute or so. She looked scared and cold, but also very quiet. I guess it wouldn't hurt to let Dean have his way, he thought as he was following his brother. They stopped right in front of Chloe, who still hadn't moved a muscle.
"Hey, Sorry about the whole freaking part."
Chloe smiled. He had taken his whole shy look maybe to make her feel more comfortable around him. Dean, relieved that his brother didn't ask more questions, stopped the whole introduction quickly.
"If that's alright with you two, I'd rather get in the car so that you" he was looking at Chloe "can get treated for your leg injury and that you" he was now pointing at his brother "and I can finally have the talk."
"About what?"
"Don't worry, I won't be talking about how babies are made. It's something dad and I should have told you a few years ago"
