Sorry, if there are a few mistakes in this chapter. I haven't read it over.. Took me long enough to write all this

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It was a quiet way back to Roman and Deans hotel.

Cat often passed out but never for really long. Her whole body was burning and she was still bleeding at some spots.

Deans gaze wandered down at her from time to time, making sure she was still with them.

Roman on the other hand seemed to be lost in his own thoughts.

Only when they arrived at the hotel he told Dean to get with her to their room, he would look to find another one close to theirs.

Dean nodded and told him he'd bring him his clothes when he was ready.

It was only a few minutes later when Cat awoke again laying on the big bed in the hotel room.

Her head was pounding and she felt like shit, but dind't dare to close her eyes again.

How could he have even found her? She hadn't posted anything, hadn't tell anyone- not that there was anyone she could have told, in fact they shouldn't even know she was in America.

"Hey, how are ya feeling?" Deans soft voice guided her back to reality when she was about to get lost in her thoughts again.

"Like bullshit" her voise was still very hoarse and it hurted her to use it.

Dean smiled down at her, sitting next to her on the bed and handing her two painkillers and a glass of water. "Try this. Maybe ya'll only feel like shit and not like bullshit anymore."

She smiled at him and took the painkillers.

"Cat, I need to look over your wounds.." The dirty blond said slowly, feeling slightly uncomfortable.

But she just nodded and laid down again, opened his jacket and closed her eyes, waiting for the painkillers to work.

Dean smiled. "I'll go grab a few things."

With that he was away and she heard him rummaging around in another room. A few minutes later, he was back by her side, stripping her from his jacket completely and cursing to himself.

It was gruel to look at. Cats whole upper body was colored with blue and green bruises, at some places they even bleed. She hadn't been coughing up blood yet, so chances were good that there was no internal bleeding.

Even her hips had a dark violet blue coloration.

Dean choosed to just washing the dirt out of the wound with warm water and putting bandages on the bleeeding spaces.

When the water hit her stomach, he felt her relaxing under his hand.

"Painkillers started kicking in?" He smiled at her closed eyes and the soft smile curling her lips upward.

"Yeah, so much better." Cat slurred a bit but she looked better.

Dean just smiled and went on with what he was doing. Her muscles relaxed more the longer he washed them with the warm water. When he was satisfied with his work, he put the bandages onto each spot. This took him longer and it was even harder to stop his hands from shaking.

Why her?

After that he started cleaning and bandaging her shoulders, which was bleeding, too. He even had to pull oput a few little stones out of it.

Why had this happened?

He felt the strong urge to smoke a cigarette, making him work faster.

When he was ready, he washed her face, especially the bit cut on her forehead. Again she sighed when the water touched her.

"How are ya feeling?" He asked her with a hushed voice.

"Not nearly half as bad as half an hour ago." She laughed weakly and opened her eyes when he was ready to clean and bandage her head.

"But I might need something to wear and definitely need a smoke."

Dean grinned when he allowed his eyes to wander over her lean body.

"I'm good with how ya look right now, Starlight." He winked at her and still started to rummage trough his bagage to find something for her to wear.

When he handed it over, she laughed weak. "Ya seriously give me an Ambrose-fan-T-Shirt?"

"Well, it's the only thing I've got except for my tank tops and I thought you'd maybe like something with sleeves.

She still smiled when she put on the shirt, which was dificult because of her hurt shoulder. Dean went over to help her and smiled at how beautiful she was. It was a shirt from himself, so it was quite a bit too big. Her right unbandaged shoulder laying free while the rest of her body was loosely covered till down to her tights.

She still wore her jeans, but they were ripped and dirty too. Tomorrow, he decided, they would buy new ones.

"C'mon , I help ya out yer jeans."

To that Cat looked fragile again. "I never had a man saying that to me."

Dean stopped in his tracks and looked at her. "Cat, ya know I'd never hurt ya, right?"

"Ya couldn't if you tried, Ambrose." she weakly tried to lighten the mood. But got serious when she saw the look on his face. "I know, Dean."

"I need ya to tell me what all this was about." He looked at her and she felt that prickling again she was feeling since their first meeting at the parking lot. "Even through ya might really don't wanna talk about it.."

She nodded. Enough with playing hide and seek. He was still here with her. He wasn't running away, he tried to safe her.

"But it's quite a long story." She mentioned at her jeans. "So maybe we could take them off first and I could get a cigarette.

He nodded and helped her to moved out of her jeans, cleaning the bloody spots at her knees and putting a bandage onto them.

Then he went to his bagage again and came back with a dark blue boxershort. He helped Cat into it and caught her arm when she was about to stand up, helping her staying and walking to the windowsill to sit down.

Dean couldn't care less if it was a none-smoker-hotel. He just opened the window and poped two cigarettes into his mouth to lighten them, letting Cat snatch one away from him when it was lighten.

The smoke felt good in his lungs, it calmed him.

Cat seemed to think the same thing, cause she closed her eyes, letting the smoke inside her lungs longer than needed before she exhaled it.

After a few minutes of silence, she spoke again, sounding lost in thoughts.

"I guess I need to start with my mother. She came from here. The States I mean. I was born here in Monterey in California. That's were lived back when I was child. Guess that's the reason my english is that good." She smiled at the thought. "We lived in a little house, next to us was a ice cream shop. I loved it back there. I dunno who's my father. She never told me and I never asked her. When I was about seven, we moved over to germany. She learned to know my stepfather." A dark look ghosted over her face by the pure mention of him. It made Dean hate this man.

"He had two sons, Tim and David, and at first I was happy there. Well, it took me long to learn the language and all but in the end ya could say I was happy about finally having a real family. The three of them were good at first, threating me right, even when my mother was away."

She didn't said something for the next few minutes, just smoked her cigarette and looking out over the city. Dean laid an arm around her waist, holding her close and offering her everything she needed.

Cat took a deep breath. "Then there was this accident about five years later. I had just turned twelve. It was a nice summer day, the sun was shining and I was out playing football at the street while my mom read a book on the steps to the house. I wasn't looking and it all happened so fast. There was a car driving towards me. It was too fast. And I've seen it too late, but mom didn't. She run onto the street, throwing me away. Next thing I knew was my mother was dead and the fucking driver was away. That was when everything changed."

Dean saw the tears in her eyes wishing for anything he could do to make her feel better. Then he got an idea. "Ya wanna have a beer?"

It wasn't his best idea, but Cat nodded finding her way back into reality.

When he came back with two cold beers in his hands, Cat started to tell the rest of her story.

"My stepfather" She took a big gulp from the beer. "and Tim and Davin fucking blamed me for killing her. Oliver- that's his name- started to throw punches at me from time to time when he was drunk. He started drinking often, the others too. Then at some time, Tim and David started, too. They would beat me up nearly everyday back then. I dunno how often I went to hospital cause of these three. I never had many friends, but from this time on I hadn't even got a single one. I never left the house without them, they were afraid I could tell someone. Like someone would even believe me. They played nice to the neighboors, they fooled everyone. Noone would stand up for me, noone would protect me. Then" She took another big gulp and turned away from him, so she wouldn't have to see his reaction. "Then he started raping me."

It was all she said for a long time.

Dean felt sick. He had thought about something like this. But assuming it and really knowing it were two different things. He hated this man. Hated him for what he did to his little Starlight. Hated him for trying to break her.

"Tim and David dragged me into his room. They were laughing, saying how I finally would get what I deserved. They cuffed me to the bed, ripping off my clothes and letting him have his way with me."

It was then that Dean realised something.

"I wouldn't complain bout bein cuffed to a bed."

Oh how stupid was he exactly? He could kick himself right now.

"They would make the handcuffs tight, so they burned up my arms every minute and he would treat to break my neck, laying a hand over it, leaving a mark. Once he even slapping my back with a wooden stick, making me lose consciousness. He didn't cared and still had his way with me."
Dean looked over at the woman sitting on the windowsill. He never found her more beautiful than right now. She was shivering and he knew she was crying, but still she found the strengh to tell him all of this. And somehow she lived through it. He was proud to call her his friend.

"It went on for thirteen years. This is the first time I found the guts to run away. Dunno why I ran of into the States, but I was born here so I'm american basically. I didn't need a stupid green card to get here. The money I stole from Oliver right before I went away. Never in my life I had been more afraid than at this moment. He would have killed me.

But I did it, stole the car and went to the next airport to catch the next flight to the States. It was pure luck that you guys were at this town. I never thought twice about it, spending all the money I had left for a ticket to watch the next show. It was the first time since thirteen years I was able to watch without being afraid of someone caughing me. Oliver forbit it. Dunno why, maybe cause my mom once went out on a date with the Undertaker from what she told me. It was before I was born."

Dean looked at her with big eyes. She wasn't crying anymore, but she still shivered. While she was lost in thought again, he went to took his jacket, laying it over her shoulders to stop her from shivering and remember her that he was there for her.

She smiled and he felt her relaxing under his soft touches. Her beer was already empty, reminding him of his, which he gulped down fast.

"I hadn't got any money left and to be honest I wanted to sleep back there at the parking lot were we met. I never expectet to run into ya and neither did I expect and of the things happened the last few days."

He shok his head. He hadn't either.

"I had to tramp to follow you guys into the next town, that's why I was late. I never took the train, I hadn't got money for it." Cat turned her head to look at him. "Sorry I lied to you. I was afraid of how you'd react. And I didn't want to seem like all of them. I never even wanted ya to realise me and seriously I could have killed Roman the moment he made ya look at me back then. Now I could kiss him for doin it."

Dean was at a loss for words so he just hugged his little Starlight from behind, giving her all she needed with just one embrance.

"Ya're quite impressing, Cat."

"Oh yeah, my name" she gulped. "Isn't Cat. It's Caroline. I'm Caroline Munkler. It's my moms name. I was allowed to keep it when they married. But I hate this name. Mom always called me Cat. The only ones who called me Caroline are-"

"Oukay" he interrupt her, making her shut up and smiling.

"I like Cat." he whispered into her hair, when he laid his head down on top of hers. "Almost as much as I like you."

He finally felt her relaxing against him, nearly melting against him ang he hugged her a bit harder.

They fell into silence for a long time. Dean was trying to clear his thoughts. He was bad with words. And he really didn't want to screw this up and maybe even make her leave.

"I'm proud of you, ya know?" He finally said. Feeling her head move up a bit, he assumed she looked up quizzically. "I mean, this all, everything, ya went through. Most people would have killed themselfs by now. I had a shitty past too, but never I could imagine to live through the things ya did- and come through it. I mean, ya not just went through it. You over lived it. Yer still able to smile and laugh and that's not even one week after ya left them. Ya still wanna live, even with all this memories ya got. I-I mean you're just really, really impressive."

He turned her around so she was facing him now instead of the city beneath them. Slowly Dean reached out to took one strand of black hair behind her ears, ghosted his thumbs under her eyes to wipe away the remaining tears and took her chin into his hand, making her look up at him. She looked fragile and unsure of what he would do. But still she let him do all of this. And he was more than just happy for it.

"I'm sorry I let this happen today." He placed a finger over Cats lips, when she was about to argue. "I know, you went away, but I recognised something was off with yer after the show, so Roman and me went after you. We only found ya when his fucking stupid Shitface told ya this whole bullshit. Roman was the first who saw him kicking ya down there. I wasn't able to move for a few seconds, just standing still. It was the first time something like this happened. I.. was afraid. I was afraid of losing ya, Cat."

The black haired woman didn't say something, she wasn't able to. She just draw him against her, melting into his embrace and hugging him even harder than possible. She wanted to never move again. To stay like this forever. Under her head she felt his heart racing as fast as her own. Maybe even a little faster.

"You're safe with me, Cat."

She nodded and smiled weak. "I know"