Sorry for the delay, but the first few weeks of college got in the way. It's been fun so far.

Also, I don't own Supernatural or Harry Potter.


Chapter 2: Living In Fear

Haven

New York City, New York, USA

November of 1986

Alexandria didn't know where the Dursleys had gone. She couldn't find them. It was cold. She watched the snow fall gently onto the ground as she wandered.

There was a giggle on the wind. It sent shivers down her spine. It wasn't a nice giggle. It was the mean sort of one that neighborhood kids had whenever they did mean things to her. Only this one was… colder.

Alexandria looked behind her. It was a bad choice.

There was… something, there. It wasn't much bigger than she was, but that didn't seem to matter. It wore all dark grey. It's fingers were curled, with what looked like magic fire dancing on the fingertips. The most striking feature it had were a pair of glowing green eyes and an evil smile.

"I've been looking for you," the thing spoke. It's- her- voice was strange. Not human. Alexandria shivered and took a step back. "I wonder why they want you dead."

It's smile widened as it wagged a finger at her. "You must have been a very bad girl."

The thing waved a hand at her, and that magic fire came rushing for her. Alexandria screamed and fell backwards, covering her head with her arms. She'd touched fire once. It hurt. She didn't want to touch it again.

But no pain came. She looked up. A glimmering blue… something, surrounded her, stopping the fire. Like a shield. The thing's face twisted cruelly.

"So you want to play the game like that? Naughty, naughty," it tisked. The face began to twist. Features that were once delicate but sharp became terrible. Alexandria couldn't look away. It was going to kill her. She was going to die.

She had to run.


Alexandria woke with a gasp.

"Hey, are you okay?"

It took Alexandria a moment to remember where she was. Right. The man. Dean. Sammy. The one who had spoken was Dean. He sat on the other couch with Sammy, watching something on the television. Alexa- no, Haven sat up and rubbed her eyes. Her heart was beating fast in her chest, but she tried not to show how scared she was.

She hoped that the man would be able to get rid of that thing, whatever it was. Haven didn't care how he made it go away, as long as he did. Not that he could, she thought grumpily. She shivered again.

"Hello?" Dean asked, dragging out the 'o' sound.

She shook her head and said, "Right. Um, fine." Haven knew better than to talk about her dreams and nightmares. The one time she'd told Dudley he'd had ammunition to make fun of her for weeks. It was better not to say anything. Getting scared over nightmares was for babies, anyway.

Dean shrugged and returned his attention to the television screen. Sammy was staring at her from where he was tucked into Dean's side. His thumb was in his mouth. Haven tried to smile at him. He looked scared of her, still. Poor thing. He was so little. It didn't feel right to scare a little thing like that.

"So when's he coming back?" Haven asked, tossing the blanket over the back of the couch and kicking her legs. They didn't quite reach the ground.

"Who? Dad?" Dean asked. She nodded. "I don't know. Whenever he comes back. He won't be gone too long. He'll be back before the break is over."

Haven didn't know what the 'break' was, but he made it sound like it wouldn't be too long. That was fine. As long as he showed up at some point to tell her what happened to the thing.

Bored, she glanced at the clock on the wall. It was late afternoon. Dinner time. Without really thinking about it, she made her way into the kitchen. Then she was stumped. Aunt Petunia was supposed to tell her what she was cooking, or what she was helping to make.

How was she going to get her dinner if she didn't cook it or help? She glanced back at Dean and Sammy. Dean had said he knew some cooking, but he didn't seem like he was about to leave the couch. Sammy was too little to know how.

Alexandria curiously poked around into the cabinets. She found things to make a good breakfast. It wasn't morning, but she wasn't sure what else she could make with what she found. It would have to work.

"What are you doing?" asked Dean as she began to make the bacon.

"Cooking dinner," she replied.

"Oh."

She was left to finish the meal in peace. Using a chair she dragged from the dining table, she was able to reach all of the things she needed to.

Haven set three plates on the table. She didn't know how much Dean or Sammy would want. Surely not as much as Uncle Vernon and Dudley. Maybe? She sighed at herself for caring how much they wanted and settled for an amount a little bigger than hers for Sammy and even more for Dean.

"Are you coming to eat or what?" Haven asked as she took her seat. She hesitated before digging in- she didn't have to, wouldn't wait for them. She didn't care. She didn't have to care anymore. Her fork shook for her first bite, but as Dean and Sammy eagerly ran over to the table she relaxed.

"You made some for us?" Dean asked as he helped Sammy into his seat and then took his own. She nodded, not bothering to say anything. She was going to eat it all before one of them finished. Hopefully they wouldn't steal any of it that way. Haven eyed them warily, but they both seemed happy with their own plates. Still, she watched them. Just in case.

Dean hummed after he'd cleared most of his plate, "This is good. Why d'you know how to make it?"

"I gotta eat, don't I?"


It took another day before Sammy said anything to her.

Sammy walked up to her, holding out a stuffed dog. Shyly, he said, "Hi. I'm Sam."

"I'm Haven," she replied. He smiled and lifted the dog closer to her. It was worn, but there weren't any rips like Dudley's stuffed animals had whenever he got mad.

"Woof," Sam said. She couldn't help a little smile of her own.

"Woof," she agreed. "Is he yours?"

Sammy nodded eagerly. "Woof, woof." He pressed the toy into her hands. Haven took it, unsure of what to do. Dudley never let her hold his toys. It was… soft. Sam took her other hand and began to pull her into the bedroom that he shared with Dean. She ended up following, not knowing what else to do.

He brought her to the side of the bed, where there was a small backpack. He tugged the zipper clumsily and opened it. The pack was stuffed with toys.

"You have a lot of toys," she said. Not as many as Dudley- not nearly. But more than she'd ever had. All she had ever gotten were old, broken things she'd stolen from Dudley. But if he ever caught her he'd get mad and hit her, and demand it back. Then Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon would get mad.

Sam shrugged and began to pull each toy out carefully to show it to her. He'd then hand it to her. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to do, but accepted each one. At some point there were too many to keep holding, so she started to place them in a pile beside her. It didn't upset him, so she didn't think she did the wrong thing.

That seemed to be all he wanted to do- show her the toys. After that he put most of them back.

He let her keep holding the dog. Haven didn't want to take it from him, but it was… soft.


She had to run had to run had to run had to run-


Alexandria woke up the next day to a door slamming open. She had thrown herself off the couch in an instant, ready to run before it got her-

Wait.

She looked to the door of the room and saw the man- Dean and Sam's dad. He set a bag down on the table, only sparing her a glance as he went.

"Dean!" the man called. It wasn't long before Dean ran into the room, smiling when he saw his father.

"Dad!" Dean ran up to hug him. The man only allowed it for a moment before gently pushing Dean away.

"Pack your things, Dean. We're leaving. Get Sam up," the man ordered. Dean went back to the bedroom without another word. The man looked to Alexandria, "That goes for you, too. Get ready to leave."

Get ready to leave? All she had were Dudley's hand-me-downs that she'd been wearing, and the sleep clothes she was borrowing from Dean. She had no desire to change back into the too large, smelly clothes.

As the man began to dart about, throwing things in bags and suitcases, she followed him with her eyes.

"Did you get it?" Haven asked. The man ignored her, so she repeated the question. When he ignored her again she scowled.

"You didn't, did you?" Haven commented, annoyed. "I knew you wouldn't. Did you or not? What happened? Did you find it? Did you see it? I bet you couldn't even find it. Why'd you say you could do it if you couldn't?"

Dean had returned to the main room. As she opened her mouth to continue questioning the man, Dean hissed, "Shh!"

"What?" Haven asked.

Dean replied, "We gotta go. You can ask him later. He'll get mad if you keep asking."

Haven tried to reply, say she didn't care if the man got mad, but she couldn't make a sound. She looked back to the man, who was bigger and stronger than her. She hadn't seen him mad yet- would he be worse than even Uncle Vernon? Just because he couldn't fight the thing didn't mean he couldn't hurt her.

She balled her shaking hands into fists. No. No. She wasn't gonna be scared. She was Haven. Haven wasn't gonna be scared all the time.

"I still think he didn't do it," Haven muttered at last as Dean adjusted his bag on his shoulder. He huffed and returned to the bedroom. He came out only a minute later with Sam and more bags- including Sam's bag of toys that he'd shown her.

"Ready?" the man asked.

"Ready," Dean replied. The man nodded to him, gathered the bags, and the group marched out of the room. They packed the things into the car and everyone got inside. Everyone but the man got into the back. Sammy sat in the middle while Haven took one side and Dean took the other.

"Where're we going now?" Haven asked. Maybe he'd realized he couldn't fight the thing and was going to take them and run.

The man sighed. "I'm taking you guys to Jim's." That didn't answer anything, but he wasn't talking to her anymore. "I'm going to have to miss Thanksgiving dinner this year."

Dean let out a sad sound, but then said louder, "Oh. Okay." It didn't sound okay to Haven, but she wasn't even sure what Thanksgiving dinner was.

The ride was… long. It went on and on. She fell asleep several times, but every time she'd dream of running again and would wake up.

She didn't know how long it had been when they finally made it wherever they were going. All she knew was that she was bored, tired, and hungry. Haven had never been in a car so long in her life. It wasn't as bad as the cupboard, since she wasn't alone.

They gathered their things, and marched inside. There was another man- one she'd never met. He was looking at her.

"Jim, this is Haven. Haven, this is Pastor Jim. The three of you will be staying with him while I take care of something," the man said.

"Are you leaving now, or staying the night?" the new man- Pastor Jim- asked.

The man hesitated, but at last he nodded, "Just tonight. I might need another pair of eyes for this one."

"We can talk about that after you've gotten some sleep. You look dead on your feet," Pastor Jim replied. "Go on. I'll look after them."

The man didn't argue. He just walked further inside and disappeared into the hallway. Pastor Jim looked back to the three of them. She stared back.

"Haven, is it? That's a pretty name," Pastor Jim said softly. Ale- Haven blinked. What? She wasn't sure what to say to that. No one said anything like that to her. "Well, I bet all of you are hungry. Come on, I'll make you something."

Dean, holding Sam's hand, followed. Alexandria hesitated before doing the same. She wasn't sure what to do. What was she supposed to do? She should help make food, probably. But as they all gathered in the kitchen and Pastor Jim didn't order her to do anything, Alexandria fidgeted. She knew she should help, but she also knew she couldn't get in the way. Normally she would have been ordered to do something by now. She kicked her feet and tapped her fingers. Was he gonna get mad since she wasn't doing anything? Was she gonna be able to eat? To eat she had to make it or help. Was this a meal not meant for her? Sometimes when the Dursleys had guests or important meals she wasn't allowed any at all. Usually she had to help anyway, but…

"It'll be done soon, calm down," Dean hissed at her. She glared at him and continued kicking her feet.

To her surprise, when plates were placed in front of Dean and Sam, a plate was placed in front of her as well. Alexandria almost couldn't believe it. She didn't help. She didn't make it. So she couldn't eat. But…

Hand shaking, she picked up the fork. Took a bite. Glanced around. No one looked angry. No one had snatched the plate. No one had yelled. She risked another bite. Looked again. Everyone else was eating and not paying her any mind. Another bite. And another. Then the whole plate, and still no one got mad. Dean was split between eating his own and helping Sam with his. Pastor Jim was carrying on a conversation with Dean, asking about things like school and friends and tv shows. When Pastor Jim caught her looking at them, he smiled. She quickly looked away with a grumble. What was he all smiley about?

As the evening went on, Pastor Jim made even less sense. He started asking her the same questions he'd asked Dean. He smiled and laughed like she was saying something funny, even if she didn't know what was funny about no favorite tv shows. What was the point of tv anyway? At least that's what she said, so he wouldn't know she wanted to be allowed to watch them, just to see what was so interesting about them.

Eventually Pastor Jim called bedtime and trooped them off to beds. She got one that was nicer than her old one. It wasn't scratchy and didn't smell weird. Why was she being allowed to sleep in it? What did Pastor Jim want? It didn't make any sense.

Alexandria was still trying to puzzle it out when she fell asleep. When she woke up the next morning, the man- Dean's dad- had gone.


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