"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, IN MY TERRITORY! The figures' voice was tiny, but shadow held him by his waist. "No, it can't be..." He thought to himself. "Are you a little girl?" Dean whispered. "I don't know who you a- wait. I know that scent. You! Your a Winchester? The faceless voice backed down. As soon as Dean was free of its grip he pulled out Ruby's knife. He had the upper hand this time. Sliding into the light she cried "Please! Don-don't hurt me, I'm not like them!" It was a little girl, but her eyes were as black as the night itself.
"Explain yourself! Where are your parents? What are you doing here? What are you?" The questions flew out of Deans mouth. "I can explain. Just, come with me." Dean inconspicuously slipped the knife back into his pocket, ready to draw it at a moments notice, he followed her into the diner.
Dean knew he couldn't trust her, but something told him she was harmless. He followed her into the Waffle House and they sat down. "Hey Marley, Come back for some more waffles and juice.?" A slim woman with light brown hair and freckles all over her face called out to the little girl. "I found a five, will that get me two slices of pie?"
Her vocals went from a demonic snarl to a sweet 7 year old voice in a matter of seconds. Marley's hair was a creamy orange, eyes were lime green when not diluted with black and her teeth were sharp like a leviathans'. "Umm it would be 6 dollars, but I can slip you an extra." The teens name badge said Grace. "No that's okay, I'll pay for it." Dean replied looking at the little one and seeing that she was malnourished. "Why would I buy a demon, pie?" Dean silently interrogated himself. "Ok, will that be all?" She was very polite. "Yes, thank you." Dean raised his eyebrows and nodded. "Marley is it? So, you were going to explain yourself?" He glared at the child.
"Okay, where do I start. My name is Marley May. I am 8 years old and... I-I am... Not... What you think. I don't kill people, I can't control it. I, was separated from my dad and my brother." She started to cringe and her eyes began to water. "Whoa whoa whoa, what do you mean? Separated? What are you? And you can't control what?" Dean was confused, and was starting to think she had gone insane.
After the pie was served to them, the two ate silently, exchanging worrisome glances. Finally dean spoke up. "So... I'm staying right around the corner at the super 8, why don't we head back there and talk? Huh?" Dean tried to calm her. "What? So you can kill me! I know what you do, Dean Winchester." She slowly whispered, flashing her eyes black. "Look, I know your scared but I won't hurt you unless you hurt me, got it?" Dean mumbled to her. She finally agreed.