Hanna's POV
Four hours had passed and I was tired. My feet were aching, and I had to force my eyes open. It was dark. So dark. And I was scared. What was thinking? I had a safe place to stay, and Sam and Dean to protect me. I was so stupid. This was definitely one of the craziest things I had ever done. Car lights blurred past me as I walked alongside the highway. I couldn't help but wonder if one of them belonged to Sam and Dean's car. Would they notice me? And if so, would they even bother to stop? I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, and then I found it difficult to breathe. A panic attack. I remembered it happening when my Mom died. I remembered Mr. Allister putting his arm around me and telling me to take deep breaths and that everything was going to be ok. I wiped the tears from my cheeks and tried breathing the way he told me to. I sure did miss him. I had my breathing under control within a few minutes, and then heard a car slow down behind me as rocks and twigs crackled beneath its tires.
A police car pulled up beside me and my heart began to pound again. Just my luck. The car came to a stop and I stopped to wait. I already had a plan rehearsed in my head. A young officer in probably his twenties emerged from the car and adjusted his hat as he approached me. I could barely see his face in the darkness. "Hey kid, are you lost?" he questioned.
"No sir," I replied. "I'm just out for a walk. I had to get out of my house. My Dad was drunk and he and my Mom wouldn't stop fighting." I glanced at my watch nervously in an attempt to avoid eye contact. I was a terrible liar. Would he even buy it?
"Oh, I see," he replied, stepping closer to me. "I'll take you home and see if there's anything I can do to help. It's not safe for you to be out here alone."
"I'm fine," I replied. "I'll head back soon. I just want to give them time to cool off." I could feel his eyes on me as I continued to avoid eye contact.
"I wouldn't be doing my job if I allowed you to stay out here alone," he replied. "We have an 8pm curfew for minors. I need you to come with me." His voice was kind, but firm. I contemplated running. This wasn't how I had rehearsed my plan. He was supposed to let me go. Ugh. I figured I didn't stand a chance against his long legs so I reluctantly headed toward his car.
"Yes sir," I replied. He opened the door and I climbed into the back seat. I threw my duffle back onto the seat next to me.
"I'm curious as to why you're going for a walk with a duffle bag?" he questioned once he was in the driver's seat. I sighed. I looked up to find his blue eyes peering back at me through his rearview mirror.
"You got me. I was running away," I replied. "I just couldn't stand their fighting anymore and my Dad is really mean. Sometimes he hurts my Mom." My lie was getting bigger and bigger but I couldn't stop. How was I going to get out of this?
"Does he hurt you?" the officer questioned. I suddenly felt sick to my stomach and tears filled my eyes.
"Yes," I lied. I thought about Dean. My Dad. And then I felt terrible. He didn't deserve to be lied about.
"I'll have to bring you down to the station," he stated. "It sounds like it would be unsafe to bring you home."
"Ok," I replied quietly. Ugh. I was such a bad person. This was terrible.
Silence filled the car for the next ten minutes as I rehearsed more lies in my head. "We'll need some information from you," the officer stated as we headed into the police station. "They'll want to question your parents and make sure your Mom is safe." He brought me to a room with a small table and a glass window, and instructed me to wait there. I felt like I was under arrest, and I was scared. I lowered my head and immediately broke down into tears when he left. Nothing was going as planned. After what seemed like hours, a heavier woman entered. She was dressed in a long, jean skirt and a pink blouse. Her brown hair was pulled back into a bun and she was carrying a clipboard in her hands.
"Hi, I'm Mrs. Gannon," she greeted. "I work here at the station. Can you tell me your name?"
"Hanna," I replied. She scribbled my name onto her piece of paper.
"And your last name?" she questioned.
"I'd rather not say," I replied.
"Hanna, we just want to help you," she replied.
"I'm fine, I just want to go home," I replied abruptly. "I'm tired, and hungry."
"I'm sorry but we can't allow that until we know you are safe," she stated.
"I am safe," I said with annoyance. I had had enough of the lying and was ready to come clean. "I haven't been exactly…," I began when there was a knock on the door. It opened, and the officer who had picked me up entered the room, and towering behind him, I could see Dean and Sam's heads. I wondered how they knew where I was.
"Her Dad is here to pick her up," the officer stated. "He's as sober as can be, and he's been cleared to take her. It was a big misunderstanding and this young lady has some explaining to do." He glared over at me. "You can get in big trouble for lying to the police. Remember that."
"I will," I replied quietly. He turned and walked out the door with Mrs. Gannon behind him. I watched as Dean entered and he did not look amused. I quickly looked away.
"Good thing I put that tracking device in your bag," he stated sternly. I could feel his eyes on me as I stared at my fingers in my lap. "You had better look at me right now," he ordered. Without hesitation my eyes met his. "What the hell were you thinking?" he demanded.
"I'm sorry," I blurted out. "I wanted to see Ellen. Why do you care anyway?" I demanded. Dean's eyes widened with rage, or what looked like rage, I didn't know him that well yet. Sam placed his hand on Dean's shoulder and said something quietly in his ear. Dean nodded his head in response. "Let's go," he ordered to me. I could tell he was angry and I didn't want to go. "Now," he sighed. "We've had a long night and frankly, my patience is wearing thin." I got up from the chair and walked toward them, and followed as they headed through the police station. Sam apologized and thanked the officer on the way out. Once outside, Sam opened the back door to the Impala and motioned for me to get it. I was surprised to see an older, heavier man with balding black hair sitting in the seat across from me.
"Hanna, this is Bobby," Sam stated. I couldn't help but notice had terrible he looked. His clothes were blood stained, dirty, and ripped in places.
"Hi," I greeted him awkwardly.
"Hi," he replied. I felt awkward as I climbed into the seat next to him. I could hear the trunk slam close and figured Dean must've put my duffle in there. Silence filled the car for the next twenty minutes as we made our way back to the motel. I glanced over at Bobby when we arrived at the motel to find him sleeping. Sam made his way to Bobby's door, woke him, and helped him out. Both he and Dean took an arm and helped Bobby to the motel room next to ours. I couldn't help but wonder what had happened to him. I watched awkwardly from the doorway as they helped him into bed. "Thanks boys," Bobby mumbled as he pulled his covers over him. I watched as they made their way toward me and stepped onto the walkway outside the motel room and waited for them.
"What happened to him?" I asked as we entered our motel room.
"He had an accident," Dean replied, as he turned to face me. "Do you realize how stupid it was for you to be out alone in the middle of the night?" he demanded. I shrugged my shoulders. "That's just it. I don't think you do. You've lived a sheltered, privileged for so long you don't know the dangers out there." The tone of his voice scared me, but I was also angered by his words.
"Sheltered?" I demanded. "Did you forget that I saw the only father I knew shot before my eyes? Did you forget that I saw my mother die? Did you forget that my foster mother tried to have me killed?" I took in a deep breath, and could feel the tears stinging my eyes. "My life has been far from sheltered!" I screamed. "And where were you during all of this? Ugh!"
"You're right, bad choice of words, I'm sorry," Dean replied more calmly. "I'm just really upset with you right now. There are so many things that could've gone wrong tonight." I wiped the tears from my cheeks.
"Maybe we can continue with this in the morning," Sam suggested. "Everyone's emotions are running high, and its been a long, crazy day." Dean sighed, and I hoped he agreed with Sam's suggestion.
"I think that's probably a good idea, I don't really feel like giving an ass beating tonight anyway," Dean replied, his eyes still on me. I gasped at his words. "Don't look so surprised….what did I tell you would happen if you disobeyed us again?" I swallowed hard. This was so terrible. He was planning on spanking me in the morning. I had never been spanked before. He couldn't. He just couldn't. I would be mortified.
"Please Dean, I won't do it again, I promise," I pleaded. "I learned my lesson, I did, and I felt really bad. I was about to come clean to the police. I'm so sorry I worried you. I really am."
"We'll talk in the morning," Dean sighed with a shake of his head. "Get ready for bed." I nodded my head and hurried off to the bathroom. I hadn't really thought about the consequences of being caught when I decided to run off. I knew he had every right to be angry with me.
I was exhausted, but had a terrible time falling asleep while Sam and Dean snored in the beds beside me. I was worried what the morning would hold for me.
~To Be Continued~
A/N: Hi everyone! Thank you for reading and reviewing! I've been having a really tough time lately so I'm going to try to focus on my writing. I'm still living with my sister and brother in law, but it's been tough. Thanks again! I love reading your comments!
