AUTHORS NOTE

And it's finally here! Chapter 2 of Not Goodbye. Hope you like it. I'm sorry that it is short. I'll try to make the next update longer. REVIEW PLEASE!

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Sam POV

"B-I-N-G-O B-I-N-G-O B-I-N-G-O B-I-N-G-O B-I-N-G-O B-I-N-G-O Bingo was his namo! B-I-N-G-O B-I-N-G-O B-I-N-G-O B-I-N-G-O B-I-N-G-O B-I-N-G-O B-I-N-G-O B-I-N-G-O Bingo was-"

"Hey Day, baby, why don't we sing a different song for a bit? I think that Bingo needs a nap." Dayton looked as if she was thinking it over before nodding her head in agreement.

"Fruit salad, yummy yummy... daddy are we gonna stay in a hotel tonight? I don't wanna sleep in the car tonight."

I looked in the rear view mirror to look at my three-year-old daughters face. She was looking out the window with a neutral look on her face. She was strapped into her car seat, where she had been for the past five hours. It was getting late and I could tell she was tired. I had to make a decision about stopping to sleep at a hotel, or to keep driving and have Dayton sleep in her seat. We hadn't stopped in at least three days, but there was no telling of how far ahead, or even behind, we were of Dean. Not to mention the demon group we had ran into four days back. I had managed to kill two out of three, but the last got away. There was no way to tell if it was following us or not. I could only hope that it gave up and ran away. One more look at Dayton, and I had made my decision.

"Yeah, Day, we are going to stop at a motel for the night. But we have to get up and get going in the morning." Dayton gave a small cheer and went back to staring out the window. It hurt to know that this was the best life that I could give my daughter, but it was this or death. And I had a feeling, or at least a hope, that she understood why we lived the way we did. She hardly complained about the things she had to do, such as hide and stay quiet for hours at a time, or sit in her car seat and drive for days. But she had her moments, moments when she just wanted out. When she wanted to be a normal three-year-old with a normal dad and an uncle who wasn't trying to kill her. Not that she knew her uncle was trying to kill her, but if she did, then she would probably want him to stop.

"Okay, daddy. I wake up really really really really early for you!" I knew that this wasn't true and we probably wouldn't get up until at least ten o'clock. But I was willing for Day, to sleep in one day, for three or four more days of driving.

It was another hour or so before I finally found a cheap motel set off from the road. After paying for a room, I parked the car in the parking lot and carried a sleeping Dayton into the room and placed her on the bed. I then went out and grabbed all of our stuff from the car and brought it in. Stopping for the night always meant a new car. If you could call some of the cars we drove new. I carefully changed Dayton's clothes and put her in a pull-up for the night, All though she was mostly potty trained, she still had trouble getting up at night to go to the bathroom. The downside to her being asleep when we arrived at a motel, was that we couldn't go over all the places she could hide at.

There were so many things that were normal about Dayton. She grew at a normal pace and was in the 93% percentile for her height. She loved princess stories, which, unfortunately, I did not know many of. She loved to play and she had a favorite blanket and stuffed animal that she couldn't sleep without that her mother had bought for when Ruby had first found out she was pregnant. And she had one of the best imaginations that I had ever seen. But then there was the things that were not normal about her. Like the ability to lift at least nine pounds at three, or the way she could run so fast when she needed to. And the most differnt and scary thing of all was the way her eyes turned pitch black when she was angry and throwing one of her rare fits. These are the thoughts that were running through my mind as I fall asleep, Dayton snuggled close to my chest.


I woke up to a pounding on the door, and marveled at how Dayton was still asleep through the noise. I looked at the alarm clock that was on the bed side table and saw that it read 5:17. I stumbled blindly to the door, and without thinking about who would be at the door of my motel room at five in the morning, I swung the door open. "WHAT!?"

"Hello Sammy. I've been looking for you." There at the door, was the one person I wanted to see least.

"Well, it looks like you've found me Dean."