Your The Only Place That Feels Like Home

Chapter Three

Some Secrets Weren't Meant To Be Told

She had held her breath for what seemed like hours. In that moment, that one single moment of looking at her adoption papers, her whole life seemed to change. How could one tiny thing, one stiff piece of government paper answer so many questions about her life, while still leaving so many doors open. She could honestly say that she had never been more confused or frustrated in her entire life.

She was mostly frustrated at herself. When her mother had died, she had been young. Really young. Too young to remember anything of importance about her. She never knew her mother's name, because she never needed to. She didn't attend school until she was at least seven years old, a year and a half into foster care. It took the social workers forever to find her birth certificate, and she was malnourished, and looked very young for her age. They just assumed that she was five years old. She was still a tiny young woman. She was socially awkward for the most part of her life, never leaving the house except to go look for bottles around the block, so that he mother could use the money that they would receive as recompinsation for recycling for booze and drugs. All that combined with years of emotional and physical torture had caused her to mentally block out what she did know of her mother.

Most of all she hated herself. She felt so internally guilty for hating her mother. What kid of daughter did that? More or less, what kind of person did that. Who hated their mother?

She pulled out her pack of Newports, again. She put one in her mouth, and lit it.

"You know, you really shouldn't smoke-" Sam said as they walked to Mara's house, her high heals clicking on the cement. She inhaled the smoke. She looked at Dean. He shook his head in agreement with Sam. She blew the smoke out. "There are worst things that I have done-" She said, as if that justified the act.

"Well, you probably shouldn't of done that either-" Sam said. Even though he had known this girl for less than an hour, he could still feel the brotherly bond between them. He wanted to protect her and keep her safe.

"And you shouldn't bitch at your brother all day-" Mara said. Sam couldn't help but smile. She looked like Sam in all aspects. She was very good looking, and is Sam had seen her on the streets, he probably would of even said she was gorgeous. Her hair was the same golden color of Dean's but she had the same soft face that Sam had, a strong jaw line, and piercing almond shaped eyes. But she didn't share the same eye color of Sam or Dean. Her piercing green eyes were very different from Sam's chocolate brown, or Dean's soft blue. That was one feature that she had probably gotten from her mother. And sure, she may have looked like Sam, but she was definitely more like Dean. Even though his brother wouldn't show it, Sam could tell that he was definitely warming up to this teenager that had been thrown into their lives.

"So, where the hell is this house at?" Dean asked as he looked at Mara. It was hot out. even though the sky was black. The only light vivible was the light coming from the street lamps.

"Not too much further." Mara said as she took one last drag of her cigarette, smoking it down to the filter before throwing it into the sand. "Only a mile more-"

"Only you can prevent forest fires!" Sam said mockingly.

Mara looked at him, wrinkling her nose. "Dude. You don't get laid much, do you?" She saw him smile, and she could hear Dean laughing from behind her.

"No." Dean said. "No, he doesn't. That's why I am going to let that one go, and have you all mentally insert your own jook here-" He gave it a second. "You know, we do have a car-"

"The nights air is good for you-" Mara said sweetly. Dean looked at her. If you could put all the smart ass remarks aside, and forget the fact that she had made him and his brother walk two miles in the middle of the night, through the desert, she really was a sweet girl.

The three continued to keep walking until they reached a stretch of ranch style houses. "Which one is yours?" Dean asked, painfully fatigued by the long walk. He was a Kansas boy, born and raised, and even when they had moved out of the state, the stayed pretty close to the midwest, where the weather was always the same. Cold and Dry. Here, the humid weather was taking a toll on his body, and all he wanted to do was take a nap.

Mara looked at him, smiling. "The last one of the stretch-"

"Of coarse it is-" Dean said, laughing. He kept walking, until they reached her home. It was a cute little town house, a place that he would never live in, but it was perfect for someone with Mara's personality. She resteled through her purse, taking out her house keys, and unlocked the door. Dean welcomed the wave of air conditioning whole heartidly, as he felt the cool air rush over his body. He closed his eyes, taking it all in.

"Derak! I'm home-" She yelled, so that her voice traveled all throughout the house.

"Who's Derak?" Sam asked curiously.

"My brother-" Mara said, without thinking twice. It was so apparent that she had an extreme love for her brother.

"And your parents?" Dean asked abruptly. He doubted that her parents would appreciate her bringing two much older strange men into their house, especially if they were claiming to be her brothers. Parents tended to think of that sort of thing was threatening.

"In Tokyo-" She said, as if it was an everyday thing.

"Wow-" Sam wispered under his breath.

Mara smiled. "They like to go on their little trips and things like that. I think they are only home two or three days a month. They are very dedicated to their job, and now that me and Derak are older, they can be-"

"How old is your brother?" Sam asked. Dean looked at him, shooting daggers with his eyes. He was trying to play the concerned family member role, and he was getting annoyed.

"Sixteen-" Mara smiled. "The kids a little goofy, but I love him to death-" She let out a sigh as she walked to the kitchen. "Are you guys hungry or anything?" She asked, relieved then both of them shook their heads yes. "Good, she muttered. Because I am freaking starving-" She walked over to the refrigerator as she took out three beers, handing one to Dean, and another to Sam. Dean took it greedily, not thinking when he popped the top with his bare hands. Sam looked at her incredulously.

"Your parents just let you drink whatever they leave around the house?" He asked. He knew that if he would of pulled that stunt, his Dad would of beat his ass until it was bloody raw, and hanging on some strangers wall.

"My parents leave an empty house, full of booze and marijuana-" Dean's eyebrows raised. "Yes, hon. Parents smoke too." She drew her attention back to Sam. "They would either have to be very, very stupid, or just not care that were doing it." She stopped for a second. "Sometimes you just need a beer, because in case you haven't noticed, this hasn't been the most peaceful and serene of days-"

Dean laughed, some beer falling out of his mouth.

Mara smiled. "Lemme just put some Macaroni and cheese on the stove, and then I'll go check on my brother, let him know that there's food-" She smiled as she opened the box of noodles. "I swear, that child never eats. And then after he heads off to bed-" Her eyes met Sam's "We really need to talk, bullshit aside-"

Sam nodded, as she turned on the stove and walked away.

Mara walked down the hall, past her nightmare of a bedroom, and into a small foyer that had three rooms off of it. Her parents, her brothers, and the office that was protected by a barcode. She smiled fondly. She had remembered many nights where she had stayed up, trying to guess the code to the mysterious office. Her mother told her that all that was behind there was some blueprints for Chrysler, and her fathers computer. Mara had believed her up until that day. Her view had changed of her mother. Now, she trusted nothing that would ever come out of her mouth.

She knocked on a plain oak door that had several road signs on it. Her brother had an obsession when it came to the things. She couldn't count how many times he and his friends had snuck out to go get a new stop sign. "Derak?" She said as she knocked again on her brothers door. She opened it, only a crack at first. She took a step in, and stopped. Her body was paralyzed, her mouth could hardly stifle a scream. All she could do was stare, and pray that her body would allow her to move. Finally, she allowed her muscles to move, and she turned around, preparing to run out of the house.

She ran into something hard, and felt Dean's body against hers. All she could do was hold on to his tight, and not let go. She buried her face into his chest, stiffeling sobs. "You're Ok...You're Ok-" Was all he kept saying, as She felt Sam brush against her in the narrow hallway on his way to her brothers room. She felt Dean stroke the back of her head, as he tried to calm her down. "Your fine-" He said. "No one is going to hurt you. Not with me and Sam around-"

After ten more minutes of calming his new found sister, Dean had set her into the kitchen with her pack of cigarettes and her Molsen Ice. He joined Sam in Deraks room, and for the first time in years, he wanted to throw up at the sight of his mangled body. The sixteen year old kid was pinned to the bed, a mid evil sword going through his stomach, a series of smaller daggers pinning his arms and legs to the bed. Whatever had done this, was looking to torture, not just kill.

"This is bad, Dean-" Sam muttered, as he looked around the room. Finally, the two left, shutting the door. They walked back out into the kitchen, the cigarette smoke heavy in the air.

"How ya doing?" Dean said as he lowered his body down to Mara's meeting his eyes with hers.

"I think I need another beer-" Was all she said.

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A pretty short chapter, I know, but I am really starting to think out the plot of this story. Suggestions are always welcome, of coarse, and I will always use them. I am wanting this to be a little bit longer story, so stay with me here. Please, Read and Review.

Love, Aiden.