A/N: Epilogue part 2… Enjoy!
July 7th, 2013… or whatever. I think its the 8th maybe.
"So, what happened to dad?" I ask. They glanced at each other with a weird look on there faces.
"Died on the job," Dean says.
"Mom said he was a mechanic," I tell them. What could you die from when you're a mechanic? Not really a dangerous job.
"A car fell on him," Sam says.
"Oh…" That must be a rare occurrence. I look up to see the waitress asking our order.
"And you, sweetie? What would you like?" She asks. I guess everyone ordered already.
"Um, Bacon and pancakes please," I say. I'm not hungry but I don't want to be the only one not eating.
"And to drink?"
"Chocolate milk?" I say. I want coffee, but it might look strange for a 10- year- old to have a coffee.
"Ok, it should be ready soon." She says and walks away.
"So, Hayley, may I ask which grade you're in?" Sam asks me.
"4th. But I had the option to skip to grade 6. My mom said no though. She wanted me to have a normal childhood." I tell them. What I don't tell them is how much I begged her to let me because I wasn't learning anything. I also didn't tell them about my photographic memory.
"Oh, well that's nice," Dean says. Just then, our food comes out. Looks like my social worker ordered eggs, Dean ordered the same as I and Sam ordered a smoothie. Dean just ate but he is eating again.
"Is there salt on this?" My social worker asks the waitress.
"Uh, yeah. Why?" The waitress asks back.
"I can't eat salt." She says.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Here, let me get you a new one." The waitress apologizes and takes the plate. Sam and Dean look at each other with a look of confusion.
"Ok, Sam and Dean. Let's get into this. Would you want to take custody of Hayley as her only living family or would you rather me find a foster home?" The social worker asks. Moment of truth. They look at each other and Sam gives a small nod.
"We would like custody," Dean says. I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding in.
"Ok, well there will be a house inspection and if that goes well, some papers to sign." She says. She seems disgusted. I don't know why this is a good thing.
"Ok, when will the inspection be?" Dean asks.
"We could do it today if you don't mind." She informs.
"Uh…" Another look between the brothers. "Yeah sure. We can eat and then we can show you the way."
"Great." She says. The waitress comes back with the plate. I notice that there is some salt on the side of the plate still. I guess she noticed as well as she simply slid the plate away. We eat and chat until we are done. Dean pays, and we leave. Once in the car, I notice that my social worker has been acting weird. I brush it off and watch as the beautiful black Impala pulls out of the parking lot and we follow. I look closely at the car and it looks like Sam is on his phone.
We pull up in front of a weird tunnel/door thing. It looks like this is the destination, as Sam and Dean get out of the car. I open the door and get out along with the social worker.
"This is where you live?" I ask, confused.
"Yep, I know it's not typical but its beautiful on the inside."
"Um, okay," I say. They open the door and we enter. They were right. It is beautiful. And huge.
"Wow," I say. My social worker is being kind of quiet and has had this smile on her face since we left the diner. It's unsettling.
"Yeah, it's big." Dean laughs. The social worker looks around for a while and then meets us back at the table where we were talking.
"Everything looks good. Just sign here." She says. Sam and Dean turn to sign the paper and suddenly, someone grabs me from behind. I feel a cold metal object pressed against my neck. A blade. I scream, and the boys turn. Dean takes a gun out of his pocket and points it at the person holding me.
"Better lower the gun, Dean. Or else your sister dies." Is that my social worker? Dean hesitates and lowers the gun.
"Who are you and what do you want?" Sam yells.
"You're not closing those gates. I am here to make sure you can't. Just luck that your little sis needed a social worker." I see Dean start to raise his gun again and the knife gets pushed harder against my neck. I feel a sting and blood drip down. She must have cut me a bit.
"Let her go!" Dean says. I notice his eyes shift directly behind us, but he tries not to let her notice. Suddenly, I am tossed to the ground and I look behind me to see another man fighting my social worker. My hand goes to my neck and I realize the cut wasn't deep. I have had worse. Sam and Dean start fighting her as well and I see a weird knife on the ground. I pick it up and hold it tight. I notice some blood on the blade and realize this was the one that was held to my throat, not minutes ago. I feel some rage build up inside me. I tighten my already tight grip on the knife and charge towards my social worker. I drive the knife into her stomach and there is a sort of light inside of her and she falls to the ground. I look around at everyone and they just stare at me. That's when I realize what I have done and burst into tears. I just killed a woman. I am gonna be locked up. Dean steps forward and puts his hand on my shoulder. I fall to my knees and he crouches beside me.
"Hayley, don't cry. You did the right thing." He tells me.
"The right thing!? I just killed a person!" I scream. How could this be right?
"She wasn't human." This takes me by surprise and my crying turns to a soft whimper.
"What do you mean?" I ask. Of course, she was. What does that even mean?
"She was a demon. And she was gonna kill us." Sam steps in. I laugh because that's the stupidest thing I have ever heard.
"As if. Do you think I am stupid?" I laugh. "I just killed a person! Don't try to make me feel better!"
"Hayley, its true though. I swear." Dean says, placing both hands on my shoulders to calm me down.
"Really?" I say quietly. The way he said this, it made me feel like I could trust him.
"Yes. All the monsters from your nightmares and more are real. Its gonna take you some time to get used to it but trust me." Dean replies. I decide that I trust him. It explains a lot. I just now realize how weird my mother's death really was.
"I believe you. One question though?" I say, still slightly confused about something.
"Ask as many questions as you need to," Sam says.
"Who is he?" I ask, pointing at the man who saved me.
"Oh, I am Castiel." The man says.
"How'd you get here so fast?" I ask Castiel. He looks at Dean as if to confirm that he can tell me. Dean nods.
"I am an Angel of The Lord." My jaw drops. I am talking to a real-life angel. "Here let me fix your neck."
"Okay," I say. He places two fingers on my forehead and suddenly me cut is gone.
"There."
"Thanks," I say. I don't know why I am so calm, but I think it has to do with trusting my brothers. But why do I trust them so much?
"Well, do you still want to live with us? We deal with this sort of stuff every day." Sam asks me.
"Yes! I do. I assume that you do this to save people and not for fun, right?" I laugh. The three of them nod and laugh as well.
They give me a tour of the 'Bunker' as they call it and then showed me to my room. They told me that its a bit plain right now but once I am settled in, I can decorate it however I want.
"Okay," I say.
"We will be in the kitchen, okay? Remember where it is?" Dean asks me. I nod. "Okay. See you in a bit."
They leave and I decide to change my clothes because I still have blood all over me. I dig in my beg and find a pair of skinny jeans and a black tank top. I grab a plaid shirt and tie it around my waist. I walk over to the closet, where there is a full-length mirror. I look good but there is still blood on my neck and face. I remember that there is a bathroom across the hall and leave my room. I enter the bathroom, grab a cloth, wet it and start cleaning it off. I take a minute but I get it cleaned off completely.
"Wow, not even a scar," I whisper to myself. I look a bit closer and still see nothing. "That's amazing."
I walk back to my room and dump out my bag on the bed. I start folding the clothes and putting them in the dresser. Next, I pick up my dirty clothes and fold them. I put them in a pie on my bed and make a note in my head to ask where to wash them. I look around the room and realize it's not so bad, but it needs color. Suddenly, my stomach growls. Loud. I look at the old alarm clock on the nightstand. 7:23 pm. I haven't eaten since breakfast at, like, 6:30 am. I go to the kitchen.
I see them all sitting at a table. I don't want to interrupt so I just wait. After a minute, Dean notices me.
"Hey, Hayley. You hungry?" He asks. I nod.
"What would you like to eat? I will go pick something up." Sam says.
"Cheeseburgers, please," I say.
"Okay. I will go and get some." He says as he leaves.
"So, Hayley, why don't you tell us more about your self?" Dean asks.
"Not much to tell," I say, sitting down. "I grew up in a not-so-great town. Bullied a lot because I didn't have a Dad. My mom worked two jobs, so I learned how to fend for my self at a very young age. I have a photographic memory, so that helped a lot with school but just gave them more reason to pick on me. I don't have any siblings, at least I didn't until now. My mom was murdered. They say it was some guy that wanted something from her but Now that I know about, all this, it is not looking like that anymore."
"Why do you say that?" Castiel interrupts me.
"Well, it's just the way she died. She had these two holes in her neck and her blood was just, gone."
"Vampire," Dean says, matter-of-factly. Cas nods.
"Really, you think it was a vampire," I ask and they both nod. "Makes sense I guess."
Just then, Sam comes in with three cheeseburgers. Dean tells him about what we learned about my mother's death while we eat. When we finished, Dean offered me some cherry pie.
"Yes, please, pie is the best!" I say and dean smiles at me. We finish our pie and I yawn.
"Let's get you up to bed," Dean says as we stand up. He grabs some salt and we go to my room. I sit on my bed and he tells me that salt keeps a lot of things out. Like ghosts and demons. He tells me to line the door with it and tells me to not break the line. I nod and he leaves. I grab my pajamas and my toothbrush and go to the bathroom across the hall to get ready for bed.
When I get back to my room, I close the door and line it with salt like Dean told me too. Then I climb into bed and get comfortable. The last thing that goes through my mind before I fall asleep is...
"I'm gonna love it here."