"Did you get the pie?" says Dean, poking his head out the window of his black, hard top, 1967, chevrolet impala that was parked in front of a small gas station market in a small town in Missouri. The sun had long set and he still had another few miles to the motel.
"I'm not an idiot Dean," says Sam opening the passenger door and setting the bags in the back, "Now lets go we have meet Cas at the motel."
Dean shakes his head and starts the engine, his classic rock songs start playing again. They pull out onto the interstate passing an old hospital. About five miles down the road they see lights on the side, then a scream. Dean pulls over quickly and gets out.
"Demon, I can feel it come on," he says opening the trunk grabbing a shotgun and a bag of salt. Sam sighs and grabs a smaller shot gun and holy water before following Dean as he runs into the forest. The screams get louder and louder until they reach a clearing. A young girl cowers next to a side of a small abandoned concrete building, a hunched figure stands over her, long bony fingers wrapped around her neck and a long silver dagger only inches from her face. Dean hands the salt to Sam with a silent exchange of words then moves around flanking the beast. The girls wrist has a long gash down it, blood dripping onto the fall foliage that coats the ground. Sam makes a pentagram and nods over to Dean.
"Hey over here," says Dean, waving his arms. The monster snaps his head to in the direction of the sound, baring his yellow teeth.
"Shit," Dean yells running to the pentagram. The hooded monster follows him, leaving the girl lying limp on the ground. The monster runs threw the pentagram and gains on Dean, who is running wildly around, yelling at Sam to shoot the darn thing. Sam loads some salt into the shotgun and fires at the monster, he misses and the monster comes hurtling toward him. Sam drops the gun and runs, the monster lunges at Sam. Dean quickly grabs his gun and loads some salt and shoots it. The monster slowly falls onto Sam, a thick bit of drool lands on his face. Dean starts to laugh at his brother as he squirms uncomfortably under the carcass, but then remembers the girl. He rushes over to her limp body and gently picks her up.
"We are taking her with us until she wakes up," says Dean, lifting her of the ground. Sam wipes of the slime from his face.
"Don't you think thats a bad idea, there could be someone looking for her and you have a large criminal record as it is," Sam says, blocking Deans path.
"She was running from a monster Sam, know one was with her. She will tell us when she wakes up, if she was running from home or something we will find her a family. If she got lost, we will return her," Dean says, looking at her face, "know one shouldn't have a family." Sam grudgingly agrees and grabs there gear.
When they get to the car Dean's phone lights up with a call from Cas. Sam answers it while Dean drapes a blanket around the girl and lays her in the back seat.
"Hey Cas," Sam says, trying to get all the slime off.
"Sam is Dean okay? Why aren't you hear?" he says in his emotionless tone.
"Yes Cas I'm okay to. We met another creature it had a young girl captive. She is okay and we are bringing her with us." Sam says, "gotta go, see you in about half an hour." Cas says good bye and the line goes dead.
"Sam don't you think this girl looks like the one whose mother died," Dean asks. Sam looks at the girl that's laying on the back seat carefully. Behind the dirt, bruises and cuts she has the same short hair and the same face.
"Yeah, she does. Hey,didn't she run off after the demon lied to her," Sam says. Dean nods and they ride the rest of the way in silence.
They roll up to their room and slip in without being notest. They lay the girl on the small couch, Cas rushes over to Dean and checks if he's okay. Dean coughs and points to the girl. Cas nods and walks over, he eyes her arm.
"Bleeding, some creatures bleed their victims until they die or agree to be a vessel or give up information. It's a good thing you got there before it was over. She is lucky to be alive, I'll do what I can." he says, rolling her sleeve up to her elbow.
"Well I guess Sam's sleeping on the floor," says Dean, opening a beer and flopping onto one of the beds. Sam laughs and lays down on the other bed. Cas curls up in the corner.
"Bitch" Dean says.
"Jerk" Sam retaliates.
They turn the lights off and try to sleep with the motionless body laying on the couch.
