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Author's Note: thanks for all the reviews you guys if you think this chapter is depressing thats because im not in the best mood right now sorry
My past.
"So tell me why we're the ones digging up the grave while Dean sits on bridge waiting for Sara Jane?"
I asked wiping the sweat from my forehead within an almost six foot hole. Sam chuckled and continued to dig.
"Because Dean did it last time."
"I see, so instead of trading off who takes out the trash you switch off who digs up the corpse."
"Pretty much."
"Good system." I said sarcastically slamming my shovel into the ground but this time I hit something.
"Found her."
After we salted and burned the bones we headed over to the woods to get Dean. On our walk there Sammy brought up the subject of my fight with Dean.
"So earlier today what exactly did I walk into?"
"A fight."
"No shit, what about?"
"I let it slip that the months after Dean left were really hard for me and he asked why but I didn't tell him…I couldn't tell him."
"Was it bad?"
"Yeah…"
We were deep in the woods now close to the bridge when he spoke again.
"So this Tucker guy…"
"He is just a friend."
"A friend like Dean."
"Listen Sam," I turned to stand in front of him, "You lose one friend you gain another that's just the way life is."
"So if this Tucker has your future what does Dean have?"
"My past. Dean was there when I broke my arm in the second grade, he was there when my dad first hit me, and he was always there when I needed him until he left. Something really bad happened after Dean left and he wasn't around to help me through it. I never really got over that. I don't blame Dean I can't because he was just doing what he knows how to do…leave."
Sam nudged his head a little and I caught on pretty quickly. I lowered my head and turned around. Dean was standing there with an expression that resembled someone knocking the wind out of him.
"Dean…" I started.
"Dean, get down!"
Sam yelled pulling out his gun and shooting just beyond Dean. Dean and I both hit the ground and Sammy continued to shoot the spirit.
"Shit didn't you two burn it?" Dean yelled at me.
"Yeah, it must be attached something else…"
We both thought for a minute before yelling, "The bridge!"
Dean and I took off for it as Sam continued to fend off the spirit of a woman and child. Dean threw down the salt as I covered the bridge in gas. He lit a match and tossed it before grabbing my hand and running back for Sam. Sam was sitting on the ground as if he was knocked over.
"Sam?"
"I'm good; we're out of rock salt." He said smiling and holding up the gun.
Dean and I smiled at him and headed back to the motel. I was lying on the bed trying to figure out what to say to Dean when he comes out of the bathroom when Sam stood up.
"I'm going to go get us some food, do you want anything?"
"Cheeseburger and fries please Sammy."
"No problem."
Not ten minutes after he left there was a knock on the door. I growled and went to answer it. I opened the door to find two police officers standing there.
"Can I help you?"
"Are you Tempest Jones?" They whispered.
"Yeah…"
"We know you're in danger are your kidnappers around?"
"Well, no but you don't understand…"
"Good come on follow us."
They grabbed my arm and yanked me out of the motel room. I slammed the door behind me and they were dragging me to the car.
"No wait you don't understand I wasn't…"
"It's okay Miss, your father explained they would try and brainwash you. We're going to take you back to the station where your dad is waiting to take you home."
"My dad? Oh god please let me just go back and get my clothes and things." I really want Dean to save me.
"No time for that."
They put me in the back of the police car and started to pull away from the motel. I was hoping desperately that Dean would look out the window but no such luck. They took me to the station and when I got out of the car my dad was smirking at me standing in front of his Vista Cruiser. The police escorted me over to him.
"Here you are Mr. Jones. We brought her back safe and sound."
"And against her will!" I yelled in the officers' face.
They just smiled at my father and walked back into the station. I looked at my dad and I knew it was coming. The back his hand connected with my face and I just took it. He wanted me to cry but Dean always told me to never give him the satisfaction. He raised his hand to come down on me again but a car pulled up and I heard his voice.
"You lay one more finger on her Mr. Jones and I will personally rip you limb from limb."
I turned to see Dean and Sam getting out of the Impala and walking over to us. Sam wrapped his arm around me protectively as Dean stood in front of my father.
"I mean it Mr. Jones stay away from her, from us."
Dean turned on his heel and ushered Sam and me into his car and took off for the motel.
