Chapter 7

Pyro is sitting in the backseat of the Impala. She's listening to her IPOD Touch. Dean glances in the rearview mirror at her. His thoughts went back to what happened at the motel last night. The pain and the burden of the powers she possesses and the length of trouble demons would go through to get their hands her.

She happens to look up and notices Dean looking at her. Their eyes meet. She turns her eyes away and stares out of the window, watching the scenery go by. Her thoughts go back to what happened last night. The nightmare was still fresh in her mind and she tries to block it out with the music.

Dean drives into the back of the parking lot of the diner. She turns off her IPOD touch and shoves it into her backpack with the headphones. They get out and head into the restaurant. They find a booth with a window. Dean sits by the window facing the door next to her. Sam sits by himself. She pulls out a menu and starts to look at it. "Get whatever you want." Dean leans and tells her.

A very pretty waitress comes over. She is tall and beautiful with red hair. "What can I get you?" She asks Dean with a wide smile. "Can you give us a few minutes?" "Sure."

The waitress leaves. Dean sets the menu down. "We should be at the bunker before dark even if we stop for gas and munchies." She finally sets her menu back into the holder. "So you expect me to stay there and do what?" Dean sets the menu into the holder. "I don't know, but we can't let the demons get a hold of you again."

"Dean's right, if they would get their hands on you." "I understand, but you really think they won't find me or that keeping me in some bunker and not letting me go where ever I want is something I should be happy about?"

"Look, why don't we talk about it when we get there and you are safe." The waitress comes back. "So what can I get you?" She asks, looking at Sam and then Dean, totally ignoring her. "I'd like the pancakes with extra bacon with an orange juice." She tells the waitress. The waitress looks at her and then finally writes it down; she gives her a nasty look. "I'd like the same." Dean tells the waitress and she looks at him and bats her eyelashes at him.

"I'd like the scramble eggs, sausage and the orange juice." Sam tells her. She smiles at him and looks over at Pyro. "Coming right up." The waitress turns and leaves. Pyro looks out the window as she tries to forget what the demons had told her while torturing her with the knife and the drugs.

She didn't even notice that her food was set down in front of her until she hears someone clearing their throat. She turns to look at Sam and then at the plate in front of her. The waitress tries to flirt with Dean, but he ignores it. "Are you okay?" He asks. She nods her head. "Yeah, I was just thinking about something. Dean looks up at the waitress and smiles. The waitress puts down the bill and leaves.

15 minutes later, Dean pulls out some money and sets it down on the table. They get up and leave. When they get to the impala, shehas this strange feeling like someone is watching them. She opens the backdoor and is about to get in, when she feels hands reach around her. She feels something puncture her skin and a sharp pain. She watches as Dean is thrown against the car and then knocked down. He is grabbed and pinned to the ground. She struggles and concentrates and the hands loosen from around her and she hears a yelp of pain. Sam is thrown a few feet and lands on the ground. She turns around and sees a big man with black eyes. He is holding a needle that the plunger has been pushed all the way down.

She tries to concentrate, but her vision becomes blurry and she is having a hard time standing up. Dean manages to pull the angel blade out and stabs the man and killing him. Sam gets up and grabs her when she falls forward.

Sam carefully picks her up and her head falls against his chest. Dean gets up and rushes over. "We have to get her out of here." Sam climbs into the back and cradles her gently. "I think we should call Cas." Sam tells him as he checks her pulse. "Her pulse is steady, but I don't know for how long."

Dean pulls out his phone and punches in the numbers. It only takes a few rings for voice to answer. "Dean, what's going on?" "Cas, we need your help." "Where are you?" Dean pauses for a few seconds and finally tells him. "We're about a half hour from the bunker, but we can get there sooner if I drive fast." "I'll meet you both at the bunker as soon as I can." "Thanks Cas."

He hangs up the phone and shoves it back into his pocket. He climbs into the Impala, closes the door with a loud slam and starts it up. He steps on the gas and pulls out of the parking lot with a squeal of the tires.

(With a *is what is going on inside of Pyro's head as she lies unconscious)

*She looks around her bedroom. She's 6 years old with a short tomboyish haircut. Her mother insisted she keep it short in the summer to keep her cool, but it didn't matter to her. She climbed trees and ran with the boys more. She was so glad that the new house they are in has more space. Everything is put right in the order she had it at the other place. She hugs her floppy eared bunny. "You know bunny, I really hope I like my new school as much as I like my new room."

Dean occasionally glances in the rearview mirror with a worried look on his face. Sam notices it, but doesn't know what to say. He grips the wheel so hard that his knuckles turn white. Killing those demons satisfied the MOC for now. They just couldn't get a break.

*She climbs on her bed and grabs the plain white paper and some crayons. She has to be careful what she draws, she can't draw everything she sees in her dreams or when she touches people and the visions come fast and sometimes she can catch them and sometimes they fade away too fast for her to remember. She notices that every year that goes by her abilities are getting stronger. She has to make sure to keep the powers pushed down. She has to make sure nobody at her new school knows she is different.*

About an hour later she is in one of the spare rooms on the bed, still unconscious and not moving. Dean is sitting on the edge of the bed; watching her closely. He hasn't moved from the spot. "Look, why don't you take a break and I'll watch her for awhile." Sam walks in. Dean gets up. "Okay, but let me know if her condition changes." Dean walks out of the room.

*She is sitting on the bed drawing and her mother comes in. Honey, you've been up her for a long time, why don't you come down here and help me in the kitchen." She puts down the crayon and goes downstairs with her mother. The scene suddenly changes and she is lying on the ground on her back, the smell of smoke and burning flesh hits her nose and she tries to get up. Two hands are wrapped around her neck and she hears a voice. "Where, do you think you're going bitch." You should be in the car burning up just like your parents." The hands press even harder against her throat. *

Sam watches her as she starts to move. She starts to choke and Sam rushes over to help. "Pyro, can you hear me, wake up!" Her hands are clawing at the empty air. Sam grabs her wrists and holds them down, he straddles her. "Dean!" Dean comes rushing in. "What's going on?" "She's choking or something." "Hold her steady, Sammy." Sam grips her tiny wrists more and tries to get her to stop struggling. Dean gently leans forward and grabs her face in his hands. "Can you hear me?" Dean asks.

*The hands disappear, allowing her to breath. She gasps for breath and finally catches her breath. She takes deep breaths and clenches her hands in fists.*

She finally relaxes and Sam eases his grip on her wrists and gets off her. "What the hell was that?" Dean asks as he let's go of her face and looks at Sam. "Remember when I was going withdrawal from the demon blood and I was seeing things?" Dean sits on the edge of the bed next to Pyro. "Yeah, I remember you were in the panic room." Sam looks at her and then back at Dean. "What if whatever they gave her is causing something like that, but instead of withdrawal its having a different effect?"

"What would cause something like that?" Dean asks as he gently takes her hand and squeezes it. Sam shrugs his shoulders. "Maybe Cas would know."

(As you may have noticed the Winchester s and Pyro never seem to get a break. Damn demons are determined to either kill Pyro or use her for their stupid agendas. Demons are such dicks right? I might let Castiel have some healing powers or not. What do you think? Let me know in a PM if you have an idea of what I should do.)