The day had softly drifted away as if a dream, as if a nightmare was unraveling itself as a slight unsettling feeling fell. Though even as it lingered, the day itself felt like a distant dream, as if a peaceful song had drifted them to trance here, despite the soft lingering unclenched fears that laced and bit hard on the brothers' souls. The future was far from predictable, so unknown and filled with any possibility, but as the thoughts lingered it only made less sense to dwindle on it, as the beauty of life took its course the way it constantly lasted especially towards them. Within hours, everything was set, and the heavy bags were brought up. Tiny was very hesitant, taking her time to decide what she could take, however attempting to rush as fast as she could.

With a large house of things, with everything there was practically all her's it was rather difficult to choice. Thinking upon the most important things, she considered all of those things as she filled her bag of clothing, which was just enough to maintain herself clean, with the side filling a woman's necessities. The other bag however was filled with some supplies she believed was highly essential, with a bit of snacks, some personal things she could never image to leave behind, and a large stock up of ammunition much needed, she was more or less ready.

Hannibal however thought that all of that was simply not enough to attend towards his personal needs, and as such she placed all of his things upon the full pack that was nestled ever so lovingly on his back, deeming himself ruler of the Sasquatch's lap.

Tiny's soft eyes softly looked out towards her home for one last time. A soft look matched her eyes ever so swiftly, as her soft lips curved downwards ever so slightly. Her eyes in turn closed softly, feeling the soft bustle of wind swarm against her neck softly. It seemed like it had only been yesterday when her house was filled with the sweetest joy, filled with a tender life. Despite the pain that haunted this ground, she remembered the smiles, the care, and as she opened her eyes she remembered there was always a smile to give, a pool of strength that never should dissipate. It was yesterday when the roses bloomed to a beautiful hue of vivid life, where the sweetest bloom thrived through the storms that towered above, and surly an unregrettable thing.

But despite that, there was still that twinge of loneliness she could never forget.

Her hands softly grasp the necklace that loosely hung from her neck, tightly holding the fond memories that laced within ever bound of the chain that held it together. Alongside it came that soft song that bubbled deep in her throat, holding it in with a soft breathless laugh that escaped her lips and a sweet shake of her head. Despite everything that was there, it truly all was a far off memory that seemed to be so cold, frosting over the domains of the mind. In turn she provided a bittersweet smile, a silent 'wish me luck' escaped her lips towards her home for so very long, and then she turned from her where she stood to look up, seeing the two brothers placing their things in the back of the Impala. In turn they themselves were looking back at her the whole time.

"Dean, don't you think there was another reason for Dad wanting us to meet than just becoming hunting partners? It's a crazy idea to begin with, look at her Dean; she doesn't seem fit for hunting." Sam attempted to reason further towards himself the problem that crossed the brothers' minds. Dean, whose eyes had traced after her, turned to look at his brother for a moment breaking his concentration. "Maybe, but there's one thing I know for sure, and it's the fact that that girl is more than what we think. There's something about her, something not normal, and I sure as hell hope it's a good thing. We just need to keep watch on her, see what we find, and when we find Dad, he'll tell us the rest." He stated, his eyes trailing on the girl as she turned from her house with a faded smile.

"Dad trusts her Sammy, and there has gotta be a good reason why."

His eyes laced over towards her for a moment longer as she trekked up the hill. Dean had then turned, shutting the trunk of his car, as he walked towards his side opening the door and jumping in the driver seat. With a simple glance at her, Sam gave a small smile and walked towards the front of the car and jumped into his seat at shotgun. There he positioned himself comfortably and put the buckle on his seat belt on, now waiting only for Tiny to come inside.

Hannibal, unaware to them had already sat inside the car. His little beady eyes stared at the very man he was waiting for, and as he sat down Hannibal took his chance. An 'umf' escaped Sam's mouth as the large puppy jumped onto his lap, eagerly looking up at the youngest Winchester with a tilted head and a tongue looping out of his mouth. A soft laugh escaped Sam at the pup as he raised his large hand to rub down the pup's back, as he settled down for the time being.

Dean however wasn't too fond of the pup. His eyes glared daggers at Hannibal, not too pleased the little rascal was coming along with them. Dean frowned, remembering the little heated debate about whether the little pup would be joining them on their travels. Tiny's soft eyes hardened at the idea of leaving behind her pup. There he recalled her little foot stomping on the ground, as her arms crossed over her chest ever so, and her hand in the same instant removed her glasses to look at him. Dean wouldn't admit it but it was slightly intimidating, but dare he say it was rather more cute and comical than that. Dean had simply protested with his own gruff voice elaborating how all the hair would get on Baby, as the thick coat of the pup seemed to do so, but Tiny simply insisted that she'll clean it, insisted that Hannibal was simply a necessity they needed to make everything better. Dean, being himself denied all else and stood a determined no.

At that a soft little sigh escaped Tiny and towards his amazement the original flare of her determination had faltered like everything else. Her soft eyes faded towards a soft little glow that seemed out of place, as they turned towards a soft faded honey, as she turned to look at Hannibal, who was happily playing with a rather content Sam who looked rather stiff in his movements, with a wondering mind. 'Okay', she said with a rather soft voice, almost like a whisper.

Sam however would positively have none of this, and as such intervened saying they should in fact take Hannibal. Sam had simply insisted, pointing out the sad little look in her eyes and a very prominent reminder of all the things she did for them even if she didn't need to do any of it. Dean couldn't help but falter in his own argument and in turn allowed the pup to join them on their adventures.

And now here they were with that blasted dog sitting and padding himself upon Baby's leather.

But once he thought about it, it actually was that bad. The little buster heard him, and felt bad himself, sitting more than not in stillness, attempting to not disturb the not mum. Dean's eyes glanced with those uneasy eyes towards Hannibal, only in turn to receive those soft little eyes that stared right back at him. His soft body swiped up as he moved a little, only for his paws that didn't met the ground. But then in a moment's time he jumped towards Dean's side and sat besides him, facing him, and pawing his leg ever so affectionately.

It seemed like this trip was barely beginning and the journey for their father was just about to begin. With all the time they lost it seemed useless to think they were close behind, but maybe there was more to this pit stop than they could ever believe.

Author's Note

As you can probably note, this story seems to be running off rather slow and I can assure you it's just going to be like this for a bit more and hopefully next chapter the action will begin. As towards Sam's actions, as a handful of you guys can notice is rather contradictory, it has more meaning than not, so bear with me. I hope this story has been at least an enjoyable read to those who take the time too, and I would appreciate it if you could comment on this, it would help greatly, allowing this story to move on and eventually improve as well. Well that was really it.

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