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Chapter 9

Dean leaned against the Impala watching the tree line. Bobby and Rufus stood close by saying nothing. Dean took a step toward the trees but looked back at the car were Rebecca looked out at him. Dean cursed to himself but did not move there was no way he would leave. He walked back over and sat on the trunk of the car, there was nothing else he could do now but wait. It wasn't long before he heard rustling he jumped down and drew his gun. When he saw Sam step out he almost cried out in joy. As Sam got closer Dean could see he had a split lip and was bleeding from his arm.

"Sam what happened?" Dean asked grabbing his brother as he got closer.

"Would you believe me if I told you it looks worse than it really is?" Sam said trying to force a smile.

Dean opened the door and eased his brother into the front seat of the car. Rebecca leaned over the seat and kissed her father's check. "Daddy you have a booboo." Rebecca said trying to look at Sam's arm.

"Nothing to worry about Uncle Dean will patch me up." Sam said smiling at her he turned as much as he could to look into the backseat. "How's our guest doing?"

"She's good." Rebecca answered.

"Sam, Bobby wants to know if there is anything…" Dean started.

"No Dean everything has been taken care of." Sam said looking toward the house. Dean followed his brother's sight and saw smoke drifting up. "Let's go Dean."

Dean closed the door and walked over and talked to Bobby for a moment before coming back over and getting in the car. "Bobby's going to head back to his house Rufus is going to take over the school thing for us."

Sam only nodded trying hard not to move too much. The ride back to the house was painful for Sam every bump and turn cut though him. Dean had to help Sam out of the car and into the house he slowly lowered him onto the couch.

"Rebecca up stairs by my bed is a bag will you bring it down." Dean ordered as he helped Sam take his coat off. "So are you going to tell me what happened?"

Sam looked past Dean at the girl. "Not now Dean."

"Here you go Uncle Dean." Rebecca said handing him the bag. "What else can I do?"

"There are some brown bottles in the fridge can you grab me one?"

Rebecca ran to do as she was told, coming back with a bottle of beer. Sam rolled his eyes. "Dean you are not to use my daughter as your drink getter."

"Sam you aren't making any since." Dean said as he cut the shirt away from the wound. "You forgot to duck Sammy."

"Hah hah very funny Dean, would you just fix it." Sam groaned. "Rebecca, why don't you take our guest up to your room?"

"Okay Daddy."

Sam watched the two girls go up the stairs before turning back to his brother. "Trust me when I tell you that the arm isn't the worst of my pain. I think he might have cracked a rib.

"Who, Steven was out on the floor when I left?" Dean asked as he checked over the wound. "Good news is the bullet went straight through."

"The kid attacked me with a bat." Sam said looking back up the stairs. "I have no idea where the gun came from but the old man, not Steven the other one, shoot me. It shocked the kid more than me I got the bat away from him and knocked him out."

"Did you burn the bones?" Dean asked as he started to bandage his brother's arm.

"I burned the whole damn house down Dean after I found this." Sam said reaching for his coat Dean handed it to him and helped him pull out a book.

"What's this?"

Sam placed it on his lap. "It's Brianna's diary. As I walked back to the car I flipped through some of it. It starts the day before I met her and ends about a month before she died."

"So did you find out who the other kid belongs to?" Dean asked as he helped his brother into more of a sitting position. He ran his hand over his brother's side. "Rib broke or just cracked?"

"Cracked" Sam grunted as his brother pushed around on his rib.

"Don't be such a baby you've had worse than this before." Dean grinned as he stood. "You didn't answer my question who does the other kid belong to?"

"Well Dean if I read it right she 'belongs' to me."

"Excuse me?"

Sam opened the diary, and read. "I had my baby today, she is so beautiful. It was much worse than I thought it would be. My aunt handed me my baby but the pain didn't stop. She told me it was usual and not to worry. She took the baby and handed it to my sister, pain radiated through me again. I passed out and when I came to a crib was beside the bed my baby sleeping soundly."

"How did you get out of that the girl was yours?" Dean asked as he took a seat on the other couch.

"Daddy, can I come down now?" Rebecca called from the top of the stairs.

Sam couldn't help but smile. "Yeah"

Rebecca ran down and climbed onto the arm of the couch beside Sam. "Daddy, Girl would like to take a bath is it okay?"

"Girl?" Sam asked looking over at Dean, who shrugged.

"I asked her what her name was and she said all they ever called her was Girl or Freak I didn't like Freak so I decided Girl was better." Rebecca explained. "Did Uncle Dean make all your booboos better?"

Dean laughed and Sam gave him a look before answering. "Yeah it's all better. Why don't you show our guest where the towels and stuff are? And if it is okay can she wear your clothes until we can get her some of her own."

Rebecca perked up. "Does that mean she is going to stay with us?"

"Uncle Dean and I are talking." Sam said.

"Okay but if I get a vote I vote yes." Rebecca jumped off of the couch and ran back up stairs. Dean watched the girl run up the stairs then looked back at his brother.

"Sam Rebecca is yours I except that, but we can't just start gathering up every stray kid we come across." Dean sighed.

"Why is it so easy for you to except Rebecca but not…" Sam leaned back and groaned from the pain. "We can't keep calling her Girl all the time."

"Why don't you see if you can find anything else out in that book, I'll go start dinner?" Dean stood and walked into the kitchen. "And don't get too used to this I am so not going to make this a habit."