Flagstaff-(Dean and Stephanie)
"Tell me again why I should help you?" asks Dean starring at Stephanie whose head only came up to his shoulders.
"Because my sister and your brother could be together," says Stephanie, "I remember Lanie telling me about a tall, dark, new kid in her AP classes? That describe your brother at all?"
"Yes," says Dean, "but that just proves your sister knows Sam,"
He was losing precious time in finding his brother.
"Please I have no way to find my sister," says Stephanie, "I have no car…..nothing…tell me if it was the other way around don't you think I'd help you?"
"Get in," says Dean.
Stephanie sits next to him in the passenger seat, her eyes glued to the scenery to try and find where her sister could go. Look for water, twigs, rocks were number one rules when camping, if she found any that's where they'd stop.
"When did Lanie-
"Mel-
"Mel go missing?" asks Dean.
"I'm not sure," answers Stephanie, "I was away with my dad for two days when I came back the house was empty,"
"Why isn't your dad looking for her?" asks Dean.
"He's busy," says Stephanie.
"Too busy to look for his own kid?" asks Dean.
"What about your parents?" asks Stephanie.
"My dad's on a business trip," says Dean, "does your dad know she's missing?"
"Yes," answers Stephanie.
What father could ignore the fact that their own child was missing? Okay maybe his own dad wasn't out looking for Sam right now either, but if Dad was here he'd be out looking for him.
"Stop," says Stephanie suddenly looking at the opening, "there's a river not to far from here,"
"And how would you know that?" asks Dean.
"Lanie and I walked around the first few nights we were here," says Stephanie, "my sister went that way,"
"And how do you know my brother's not going a different way? Who says Sam even went Mel's way?" asks Dean.
"Lanie wouldn't let Sam go another way she can be a bit to headstrong sometimes too headstrong," says Stephanie climbing out of the car, "are you coming or what?"
He swore if Sam wasn't with this Melanie chick he'd kill Stephanie for keeping him from finding Sam. They walked not saying a word to each other, both absorbed in their own thoughts.
"Has your sister ever run away before?" asks Dean.
"Yeah," says Stephanie, "life at home isn't that great….she doesn't like it she runs away-
"Do you like it?" asks Dean.
She rubs her arms knowing underneath her shirt were deep cuts, scars that had faded but had never truly gone away.
"No," she answers, "I hate it but its all we have…and believe me when she's eighteen I'm not gonna come after her….she deserves better than this,"
"But you don't?" asks Dean.
"I don't know," says Stephanie, "ever single time I've tried running away I've always came back home like two days later, it's like I can't,"
SPSPN(Sam&Melanie)
They sat huddled next to the fire each taking turns scoping the warm soup into their mouths. It was their second bowl for the day, neither eating lunch for that day. Both had spent the day making a make-shift campsite, pulling rocks around their fire pit and digging a trench to make sure in case the lake came to them the trench would stop the water.
"I say we make a pretty good team," says Sam.
"I say we make a great team," says Melanie and she smiled her teeth showing this time.
It was the first time he had seen her actually truly smile, he hadn't noticed the small dimples that appeared across her cheeks.
"Why are you smiling at me like that?" asks Melanie.
He hadn't realized he had been.
"Sorry," says Sam, "didn't mean too,"
Melanie chuckled a bit. She offered the rest of the soup to Sam but he declined and she placed the soup next to her.
"Mel?" asks Sam, "thank you,"
"For what?" asks Melanie.
"Just being here and helping me runaway," says Sam.
"No need to thank me….it's nice to have company on my little trips…..especially someone as interesting as you are," says Melanie.
She smiled at him, and he leaned in and placed his lips to hers. The noise in the bush separated them. Both reaching for the guns placed in their bags and getting up looking around slower, before Sam is dragged onto his feet.
"Sam!" yells out Melanie before firing off a few rounds at whatever was holding him.
The bullets made a few loud sounds, before whatever was holding Sam let go of his leg. He stared around his eyes focused on Melanie who stood her hands holding a gun.
"Dammit," says Melanie, "did it bite you? Are you hurt?"
Sam didn't answer her his eyes focused on a bent silver bullet that lay near his head.
"Sam?" asks Melanie, "are you with me? Did you hurt your head?"
"Silver bullets?" asks Sam pushing himself onto his hands.
"Sam I can explain," says Melanie quickly.
"You don't have too," says Sam picking up his gun from where it had fallen and taking out the own silver bullets out of his gun.
"And the plot thickens," says Melanie.
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