Chapter 10

Third Person P.O.V.

Michael parked the car on the side of the street by the barn. He stepped out, and so did his father. Michael made his way to the barn in silence, acutely aware of his father following a few paces behind.

Michael pushed the large barn door open, gazing warily inside. He hesitated before entering, nervous about what he might discover.

Marcus, however, had no such qualms, and marched straight past his son, inspecting the barn. Michael could see his spine stiffen when they didn't spot a body.

"How many of you were here?" Marcus asked, cutting through the silence in the large space.

"'Bout fifteen." Michael answered carefully.

"How did you...try...to kill it?" Marcus asked, emphasising the "try", as obviously, they had not succeeded.

"We cut it up...hoping it would bleed to death." Michael stated.

His father gazed around, nodding, but Michael could feel the barely contained rage coming from his father in waves.

"And did you, perhaps, think to stay and SEE IF IT DIED AT ALL?!" Marcus's voice rose to a shout, and Michael flinched.

"Dad, there isn't any way she could have left on her own. She was bleeding too much." Michael protested, his voice cracking as his father rounded on him. He blanched as he realized his mistake.

"IT! That little freak is an IT!" Marcus barked. Michael cringed back from his father, nodding weakly.

"Someone must have found her." Marcus breathed, running a hand through his hair. He looked over at his son, anger making him see red. "You can't do anything right, can you?" He snarled.

He stalked up to his son, raising a hand.

"You couldn't keep watch over it, couldn't kill it!" Marcus shouted. Michael cowered under his father's hateful gaze.

"You couldn't do your job! Couldn't protect her!" Marcus shouted unsteadily. Michael knew he was no longer talking about the girl.

"Dad…" Michael protested feebly. Marcus's hand shot out, and crashed into his son's face, sending Michael tumbling to the floor.

Lilly's P.O.V.

My bare feet pound against the grass. I'm breathing heavily, and there's a sharp pain in my side. I'm not sure where I am, only that I'm running in the grass along the road.

I know I have to stay away from them. Now that I've run away, I will be punished if they catch me. I can't let them catch me.

I run until I can't run anymore, and then I only slow to a jog. My breath catches and hitches, and I can hardly see for the tears in my eyes.

I turn down another street, taking random turn after random turn until I'm absolutely and completely lost. Eventually, I collapse onto the grass, pressing my face into my knees. I hear cars pass, and I flinch as they do, but no one stops.

I hear a rumble from the sky, and a few sparse raindrops fall on my shoulders. The drops remind me of the tears falling on my cheeks.

Dean's P.O.V.

I jump into my Impala, and start the ignition. Grimly, I pull out of the driveway, turning left onto the street.

After Sam discovered that Lilly had indeed run away, I suggested we split up to look for her. Jess's staying at the house, in case Lilly comes back, Sam decided to comb through the woods, and I'm patrolling the streets.

My eyes rake over the yards and sidewalks, watching everyone, but looking for her.

I can't stop replaying her expression as we told her about the supernatural. How at first, it was nervous, which quickly turned to fear and horror, which in turn morphed to desperation. What did she think we were saying? That we were supernatural creatures? That we were going to hurt her with one?

She didn't seem to scared when we were talking about the creatures, only nervous. True fear showed itself when we told her that hunted those things...then she got really scared.

Realization hits me. She was afraid we were going to hurt her. She was afraid that we knew she was, in fact, a supernatural creature.

I shake my head. Even with all my misgivings, that seems impossible. Lilly, while she has her secrets, is innocent. Kind. Genuinely a good person. Or, at least, she seems like a good person. I find it hard to swallow that she could be the kind of thing that we hunt.

Besides, if she was a supernatural thing, she would have killed someone by now. Right?

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Reluctantly, I pull into the driveway, and put my Impala into park. After searching for three hours, I have nothing to show for it. I glance at the clock, which displays that it's 8:34pm. I run a hand over my face. Great. Just great.

The rain pounds against my windshield, an endless beating that never ceases. Lilly's out there somewhere, stuck in this storm. The sun hasn't set yet, and that offers me some slight comfort.

I open the car door, and shut it with more force than necessary. I stalk up to the house, and open the door roughly. When I enter the kitchen, Jess looks up hopefully. Her face falls. I sigh.

"I take it she hasn't come back yet?" I say. Jess shakes her head.

"Is Sam back?" I ask. Another head shake.

I walk back into the hallway, and pull out my cell. I punch in Sam's number, and wait anxiously.

Finally he picks up. "Dean?" He says hopefully.

"I haven't found her." I state. A large silence falls between us.

"You should come back." I tell him. "We'll call the police, they can help us search."

There's another pause. I wonder if we've gotten disconnected.

"Sam?" I say cautiously.

"What if they take her away, Dean?" Sam rasps hoarsely.

I sigh. "Let's cross that bridge when we come to it, okay, Sammy?" I say calmly. This kid could get so emotional.

I hear Sam's shaky breath. I feel slightly worried. "You can make it back, right?" I ask.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." Sam insists. "Just wet. And cold."

"Man, if you're not here in thirty minutes, I'm coming out there to get you." I say, only half-way kidding. The last thing we need is Sam collapsing from hypothermia.

"Stop worrying, I'll be there." Sam snaps testily.

I sigh again. "Yeah, you should hope so."

Lilly's P.O.V.

I am soaked. I've been sitting in this same yard for hours, unsure of where to go next. I pulled the hood of my jacket over my head, but it hasn't done much to keep me dry. I suppose I could move somewhere covered, but I don't have the energy.

I should be used to people hurting me. I am, in a way. Physical pain doesn't faze me much. Not after what I've been through.

However, I don't think I've ever felt this. This odd ripping sensation in my chest, like my heart is tearing in two. I know what it is, though. Betrayal. Heartbreak. I trusted Sam, trusted Jess. I let them hug me, touch me, comfort me. And after all that, they turn out to be monsters. Murderers.

I never trusted Dean, though. Maybe that's why it doesn't hurt so much to learn that he's a hunter. He seems the type. Rude, suspicious, loud, mean. Cruel.

I feel so sad. I find myself yearning for someone to hold me, to tell me it's going to be okay. I find myself yearning for Sam. And I wish I didn't. Who aches for the feel of a murderers arms around their shoulders? Who wants the love of a stranger? A stranger who kills?

Cars pass me by, one by one. None of them even hesitate as they drive by. Everyone is the same. Some look at me. Some don't even offer a glance. Too sucked in by their own lives to offer help to one lost girl. Not that I would accept. The only one I have ever been able to trust is Daddy. It holds true, even now.

I sob into my arms. I want my father. I miss him so badly. He was the one good thing in my life of horrors, the thing that kept me going, kept me sane. Now, I haven't seen him in months. Has he abandoned me? Or, worse, has my superhero finally fallen?

A car pulls up to the curb, disturbing my thoughts. A maroon volkswagen. I don't pay it any mind. It isn't Sam's car, which makes me sad, which in turn makes me frustrated.

"Oh my gosh, Lilly?!" A voice gasps. I glance up to see a woman standing in front of me. She seems familiar.

The woman steps forward, reaching toward me. I lean backwards instinctively, turning my face away from her. The woman walks forward the rest of the way, and she kneels in front of me.

"Honey, what are you doing out here?" She has to nearly shout to be heard over the rain.

I stare at her blankly.

"Lilly, do you remember me?" The woman asks. She sounds worried. "My name is Carrie Richards."

Suddenly, I remember her from the hospital. She scared me. I didn't like her. Now, however, I collapse into her arms, silently crying.

"Oh, dear." She exclaims quietly. "Let's get you out of this rain?" She suggests. I stand weakly; my joints are stiff.

She leads me to her car, opening the door. I sit in the chair, shivering. Tears run down my face. I make no effort to wipe them away.

She crosses to the drivers side. She starts the car, and pulls away from the curb. She stays silent nearly the whole ride.

She only says one thing. "My house is closer, so we can stop there, alright?"

I don't bother to nod. She'll take me wherever she sees fit, doesn't really matter what I think.

She pulls into her driveway. Carrie parks in her garage, and then steps out. She opens my door for me. I step, careful to avoid tripping. Carrie leads me into her kitchen. She sits me down at the counter, and then walks upstairs.

When she comes back downstairs, she's holding a pile of clothes. She hands them to me gently.

"Here," She says. "You can wear these for now."

She pushes me into the bathroom. I change quickly, anxious to be out of the wet clothes. As I open the door, I hear Carrie talking to someone. I gently ease the door out a little more, and I listen to her voice.

"...found her out in the rain, soaked to the bone!" She says indignantly. "I left her in your care, hoping that you could at least-"

The other person cuts her off, and she's silent for a moment.

"Well, was no on keeping an eye on her?" She asks loudly.

She pauses while the other person speaks.

"Be that as it may, she should have been found hours ago…" She sighs as the other person talks.

"I suppose we can discuss more when we come by." Carrie relents.

I feel a jolt of fear. She's talking to one of them. Dean, Jess. Sam. She's going to drag me back there, and they will hurt me. I push the door all the way open, and I walk out.

"Alright, that's fine." Carrie finishes. She hangs up, and looks over at me. The legs and arms are a little long, but she just smiles and rolls them up to fit.

"There you go." Carrie smiles, but I don't smile back.

She leads me into her front room, and sits down on one of the couches. I take the other.

"Lilly, why did you run away?" Carrie asks.

I stare at the TV blankly.

"Did they hit you, Lilly? Were you scared?" She asks these questions, almost not expecting a response.

I still stay quiet. Carrie doesn't speak any more, but her thoughts are noisy.

Sam seemed so nice. Why would she run away from him?

Because he was a hunter. He is a hunter. Murderer. Monster.

Carrie sighs, and stands back up. She gently takes my arm, and pulls me up as well.

We walk back out to her car. I stay silent. She's taking me back to them, which is the same as killing me. I understand that she doesn't know what she's doing, but she's doing it all the same. This, in my mind, makes her the enemy. Another betrayal. Another heartbreak.

Carrie pulls out her phone, and calls one of them.

"We're almost to your house." She says. They say something in return, and she smiles.

"Yes, she's fine." She reassures them.

I stare out the window as she continues her conversation. I don't need to hear it.

I start to fall asleep, and I'm dozing when we pull into the driveway. Carrie places a hand on my arm, and I start awake. I jerk away from her hand. I step out of the car, shivering in the cold air. Carrie walks around to me, and puts an arm on my shoulders.

Carrie starts to lead me up to the house. I glance up at the porch, and then I freeze. They're all standing there, quietly. Just watching.

Carrie leads me up to the porch. Sam opens the door, stepping inside. I follow him, edging as far away from him as the space allows me.

Once we are all inside the house, Dean closes the door. I flinch.

We all stand in the hallway, Carrie talking to Sam and Dean. Every time Dean speaks, I cringe.

Jess notices my discomfort. She smiles in sympathy, and gently places an arm around my shoulders.

"Why don't we go upstairs, and get you ready for bed?" Jess suggests. I don't respond, I just start slowly for the stairs. I hear Jess tell the others, and then she trails behind me, following me up the stairs.

I walk into the bathroom, shaking. Jess grabs a toothbrush from a cabinet above my head, and hands it to me. I take it, and start brushing my teeth.

Jess waits patiently until I'm done, and then she hands me a nightgown. She then slips into the outside hallway, and shuts the door. I quickly strip off Carrie's clothes, and put on the nightgown. I open the door, balking slightly when I find Jess right outside the door.

She walks me to my room, and opens the door for me. I shake as I enter, expecting it to be full of devil's traps and holy water, but it's exactly as it was the last time I was here.

I walk slowly to the bed, suspicious. I find nothing incriminating. I slip under the covers, still watching Jess carefully.

"Good night, Lilly." She whispers, and then shuts the door.

I wait for a long time. At least an hour. I hear everyone walk upstairs. They walk around for ten minutes, opening and shutting doors. At one point, someone opens the door to my room, checking that I'm still here. I lay quietly, feigning sleep. I can feel their relief. They shut the door. Then everything is silent.

Third Person P.O.V.

Michael wiped blood from the corner of his mouth, and painfully stood up. His father stood before him, still full of rage.

"How do we find it?" Michael rasped, a nasty headache on the rise.

Marcus stared at him, angered. Then he sighed.

"We can't. It's too suspicious to be walking around, asking about it. If authorities found it, it'll have already told them all about us." Marcus growled.

Michael felt a surge of hate as he thought about the little demon spawn. It's father was the reason his mother was dead, the reason his father hated him. Now, it's the reason that they could get in trouble.

True, the freak had never committed any crime itself, never killed anyone, but that was only because of the constant supervision from him and his father, among other hunters. That's what his father told him, and while his father was a bully, he was never wrong. Almost never.

Now that it's on the loose, there's no telling how catastrophic the results could be. Michael thought bitterly. Then he smiled.

At least Dad will be worried about hurting something other than me. Michael thought, this time with a little hope. However, one look at his father's hostile gaze told him everything he needed to know.

This was his fault. And he was going to pay for it dearly.

There you go. I hope you enjoyed.

Tell me your thoughts on Michael. Do you like him? Do you hate him? Do you want to see more of him in the story? Do you want less?

Thoughts about Marcus would be great as well. I truly hate him, even as I'm writing about him. How much do you hate Marcus? Let me know.

Or, let me know anything you think would be cool to have happen in the story. I don't like to write anything inappropriate, so please don't suggest it. However, I'm not past hurting the boys, or any of the other characters… : )