When Hanna woke the next morning her head and back ached horribly. She cringed as she sat up and glanced around the room to find Sam and Dean still sound asleep. Her head ached even more when she thought about the events from the night before and she could've sworn the gunshot was still ringing in her ears. Whenever she thought about the gunshot, she thought about Mr. Allister dropping to his death beside her and she fought back the tears each time.
Hanna grabbed some clean clothes from her bag and trudged to the bathroom. She cringed at the sight. Sam's bloody clothes sat in a heap in the corner and Hanna wondered what had happened to the poor woman who was shot. Tears filled her eyes again. She wished she hadn't seen any of it and was upset with herself for not listening to Dean. After a long shower, she got dressed and pulled her wet hair back into a ponytail. She stared at herself in the mirror for several minutes and wondered how her life could change so much in such a short amount of time. She missed her best friend and Mr. Allister. A knock on the door startled her.
"Hanna…. you all right in there?" questioned Sam's voice.
"Um…yeah, I'll be out in minute," she replied. She gathered her dirty clothes and emerged from the bathroom. Sam was standing by the door and Dean was nowhere in sight. "Sorry I took so long," she commented as she made her way to her bag. "Are we going to be doing laundry soon?" she questioned as she stuffed her clothes into her bag.
"We'll do it at Bobby's," Sam replied.
"Ok," Hanna replied.
"Are you doing ok?" Sam asked. Hanna turned in his direction and shrugged her shoulders. "That was some pretty crazy stuff last night." Hanna nodded her head in agreement.
"What happened to the woman?" she asked.
"She was still alive when the ambulance took her," Sam replied. Hanna was relieved. They were interrupted by the door opening. Dean appeared with a plate filled with fruit and a cup of apple juice.
"Hungry?" he questioned to Hanna. Hanna nodded. She thought it was sweet he brought her food and didn't have the heart to tell him she wasn't hungry.
"Good," he replied as he made his way to the table in the corner of the room. "Come sit, we need to talk." Hanna watched as he set the plate down and made her way to the table with Sam behind her. She awkwardly took a seat across from him and Sam pulled out the chair beside her. She had a feeling she knew what he wanted to discuss. Dean was about to talk, but Hanna cut him off.
"I think I know what this is about," Hanna commented nervously, "And I'm sorry…. I really am. I should've listened. I wish I had…I wish I could take it back. I just...I just needed to make sure you and Sam were safe." Tears filled her eyes. "I can't stop thinking about it." She coughed to hold back the tears. Sam and Dean exchanged glances. The conversation wasn't going the way Dean had rehearsed it would. He had been prepared to ream her out and put the fear of god in her for disobeying him, but instead he found himself feeling bad for her. "I know you're probably angry with me and I totally understand if you are, I'm angry with me too," she mentioned quietly. Hanna frowned and spun the fruit covered paper plate in front her. She hated confrontations. Dean sighed and stopped the plate from spinning.
"Hanna, look at me," he ordered calmly. His heart sank when her eyes met his. She had been through so much in her life and it devastated him that he wasn't there to protect her. But now he was, and now he had to be the disciplinarian, the bad guy. Him, a complete stranger, but also her father. Both their lives had changed and neither had a say in it. They were forced together by circumstance and now they had to learn to live together. Dean took a deep breath and then decided he just needed to say what had to be said. "We can't have you disobeying us," he stated firmly. "If you pull a stupid stunt like that again, I'll have no choice but to make sure it doesn't happen again." Hanna's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and tears filled her eyes.
"What does that mean?" she questioned worriedly.
Dean sighed. He hated that he was about to sound just like his father, but now he understood it. "Let's just say you may have a hard time sitting down." Dean's voice was firm and Hanna realized he was serious. She was stunned. She wanted to argue back in her defense, but even more than that, she wanted to run away and be with Ellen, and that's what she planned on doing as soon as the timing was right. "Do we have an understanding?" he questioned sternly. Hanna tried to look away, but Dean held her gaze and he wasn't giving up until she responded.
"Yeah," she replied.
"For now on, it's a 'yes' not a 'yeah'," he replied firmly. "Got it?" Hanna nodded and then tears fell from her eyes.
"Why are you being so mean?" she sobbed. Dean sighed. Her response made him feel even worse. He hated being the disciplinarian. It wasn't in his nature. He always thought of himself as a laid back, fun loving, grown up child.
"Dean's just trying to teach you what it means to be respectful," Sam interrupted.
"Hanna, I'm sorry if it sounded like I'm being mean," Dean replied. "I'm not trying to be. I'm just trying to make you understand our expectations." Dean paused, ran his fingers through his hair, and then continued his thought. "Parenting is a crappy job and honestly, I don't really like it, but someone has to do it."
"Can we be done now?" Hanna asked. "My head is killing me."
"Sure," Dean replied with a softened grin. "We should leave here soon if we want to get to Bobby's before dark."
"I'll get you some tylenol," Sam offered as he sprang up from the table.
Once again, they were on the road. Hanna remained quiet for almost the entire car ride, only answering questions that were asked of her. She spent most of the time devising a plan in her head to get to Ellen. When would she leave? Where would they meet? How much money would she need? She realized that she really needed access to Sam's laptop so that she could research her plan efficiently. She didn't want to stay with the Winchesters any longer than she had to.
~To Be Continued~
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A/N: Thanks so much for your reviews! I thought I would tell you a little bit about myself. I'm an alcoholic at 23 years old and I just got out of rehab for the second time not too long ago. I'm working hard at getting my shit together, but I may disappear here and there or I may be overly sensitive to certain things, but I will do my best to stay on top of my stories!
