I was born in a mess up world
Wide eyed but a lonely girl
Needed love it was plain to see
But nobody held onto me

I move around till I messed up good
Lost myself like they said I would
Ain't like I wanted to leave
But nobody held onto me
I spent every day running away

-Meant To Be, Cady Groves

"Dean! You dropped this," Sophie said, bending down to pick up an old worn out photo on the ground. Carefully, she handed it to him.

"Thanks," he said softly. "I don't know what I'd have done if I lost this."

"She your mom?" she asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. He nodded his head. "She's pretty."

"Yeah, she was," he smiled. "You know? She would have really liked you. I remember right after Sam was born she always talked about having a third child, a girl."

Sophie smiled softly. She thought about how different her life might have been if she was born to their family. But it was just that, a thought, perhaps a wish.

"Do you mind me asking, how she died?" she asked.

"A fire. My mom was in Sam's nursery when the flames broke out. My dad walked in and saw her completely engulfed in flames. He gave me Sam and I carried him outside. They never figured out what caused the fire," he explained.

"You saved your brother," she noted, looking down at her shoes.

"It's my job," he laughed. "I'll always protect him, just like I'll always protect you."

Now tears were forming her eyes. Her hands were shaking, lips trembling.

"Hey what's wrong?" he asked, sitting down next to her. He watched as she squeezed her eyes shut, causing tears to fall.

Quietly, Sam was listening from inside the bathroom. But he chose that moment to make his presence known. Dean looked to him and then back to Sophie, not knowing what to do. Gently, he put a hand on her back, trying to calm her down as her entire body started to shake in sobs.

"Sophie what's the matter? What's going on?" Sam asked, now kneeling in front of her. She had her head bowed, hands covering her face. Finally, he took her hands away from her face. "Soph?"

"I lied," she said.

"What?" Dean asked confused.

"I lied to you when I said I didn't have any siblings. I did have a sister. I mean I still do, but she's in jail," she cried. "About a year ago, she tried to kill me."

"Oh my god," Sam sighed. This hit both Dean and Sam hard. They knew she had ran away from something, but they never thought this would be it.

"My sister, who was supposed to be keeping safe from everyone else, was instead using my nightgown to strangle me. All I could think was this isn't happening. My sister is supposed to love me. And what the hell is hello kitty smiling at?" she cried, running a hand through her hair.

"And then it was over. I woke up in a cold room, with wires attached to me, and no family. You wanna know where they were? Both my mom and my dad were down at the jail trying to bail her out. And when they couldn't get her out, they went home. I was pronounced clinically dead, and no one cared. Two days later a police officer signed me out and took me home," she went on.

"That wasn't even the worst part. The worst part was when the trial started and I had to testify against her. My parents hated me for it," she breathed out. "The police officer that took me home from the hospital was the same one who took me to the trial every day for a week, and brought me home, because my parents couldn't bear to sit in a car with me."

"The judge sentenced her to five years in State Prison, with possibility of parole after three years," she said softly. "And she's already served a year."

Both Sam and Dean were speechless. All Dean could think was Demons I get, people are crazy. But they both had that moment that people get when they find out a dumb kid was dropped on his head as a baby, the That explains it thought. Only this thought wasn't with intent to poke fun at. It was a realization as to why she was in so much pain, why she ran away. It was an answer. Or at least part of one.

"We understand that nothing either of us say will ever make what happened ok. But I can promise you that we'll never let anyone hurt you again. Even if you're sister was to get out, we'd never let her anywhere near you," Sam said.

"But she's going to get out," she sighed.

"Sophie, I don't want you to worry about that. When the time comes, and she does get out, Sam and I will do whatever we have to do, to make you feel safe," Dean said, rubbing her back.

"Why don't you go get cleaned up?" Sam suggested. As she was walking away, she stopped turned around, and walked quickly back to Sam and Dean.

"Thank you for everything," she said and gave them both a hug. They smiled at her, and she went on her way.

Once they were sure she couldn't hear them, they started a conversation they had begun last night while she was sleeping. Sam had found a hunt in Chicago, Illinois, involving an animalistic death. So far they had no plan whatsoever on breaking thee 'family business' to Sophie.

"I say we wait until we get to Chicago to break the news. At least then we can prove to her that we're not crazy," Dean said.

"And what if she isn't convinced?" Sam wondered.

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it," Dean shrugged his shoulders.

"So what's our reason for going to Chicago?" Sam asked.

"We'll tell her a friend of ours died, and we need to give our condolences to the family," Dean smiled. Sam seemed happy with that answer. Hopefully, Sophie wouldn't question it.

As soon as Sophie stepped out of the bathroom, Sam and Dean shared a look. Dean didn't want to be the one to lie to Sophie, but neither did Sam. Especially after she was just so honest with them. While her back was turned, they were both glaring at each other. Sam sighed.

"Hey Sophie?" he called.

"Yeah?" she asked, turning around.

"Um, we need to make a trip to Chicago, so you should start packing," he said. Could he be anymore awkward? Dean thought.

"Why?" she asked confused.

"A friend of ours passed away, so we need to go the funeral," he said.

"Oh, ok," she nodded her head. "I'm sorry about your friend."

Sam smiled and Sophie turned away to start packing. Within the next hour they were on the road to Chicago.

"How long will it take us to get there?" Sophie asked from the back seat.

"Ten hours at the most," Sam said.

"We'll get a motel once we get there," Dean said. She nodded her head.

"Um, do I have to go with you guys to the funeral?" she asked, her face scrunching up.

"No, actually we were thinking about having you just hang back at the motel. Is that ok?" Dean said.

"Very. I don't like funerals," she said shuddering.

"Why?" Sam laughed.

"They freak me out. Especially when they have the casket open," she explained.

"It's not that bad," Dean laughed.

"Yeah right," she said sarcastically. "What if the body decides to spring back up?"

"They're dead. It's not gonna pop back up," Sam said. Technically he was sort of lying.

"Well, I'm not taking any chances," she said.

"Ok, ok. How about before we leave for the funeral, I'll find you a video store and you can't rent some movies?" Dean asked her.

"Deal," she smiled.

Author's Note:

Whoo-hoo! New chapter!

So you obviously found out something new about Sophie. Did you see that coming?

Coming soon: Flashbacks from the night she was strangled, and possibly from the trial.

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