July 22nd, Singer Auto Salvage Yard

The room was windowless, and the only source of light was from above her head. A yellow, dingy light shone on the table, but the corners were very dark. Her blue eyes darted around the shadows, her heart beating wildly against her ribs, her palms sweaty as she tried to face the evil she felt lurking in the darkness. She sat on a metal chair, her hands on the desk looking straight ahead at the yellow concrete wall. To her right, was a two-way mirror. She wasn't sure how long she had been in the room, as there was no clock on the wall. She figured at least an hour had gone by?

Her gaze was fixed across the table to the mirror, seeing her reflection in the glass. The girl that looked back had pale, almost translucent skin, wide blue eyes that were lined with redness. Her dark hair was unkempt around her head, almost giving her a wild look. She could see the other people on the other side, looking at her like she was some caged animal. In fact, that was just how she felt.

She had trusted Sheriff Mills, and that room was where she ended up.

Despite his protests, Lily had found herself living with the cranky old man that went by the name of Bobby Singer. It had been an awkward week, both the girl and the man trying to feel each other out. Bobby could tell the girl had been through something; he could see the constant fear on her face. Lily had only been there for two days when the nightmares began.

Bobby would be startled out of a booze induced sleep to hear the girl screaming in the bedroom a few doors from him. He would find her in her bed, the bed sheets tangled around her ankles, her body covered in sweat and an eerie, fear-driven scream. Bobby had tried to wake the poor girl, but an upper cut to his jaw, left him on the floor, stunned.

So, he swallowed his pride and called Jody. They had to 'suss out who the) girl was and where she came from.

The door creaked open, interrupting Lily's daydream about being at Bobby's house, and Lily turned her head to see the man that walked through the door.

John Winchester smoothed his cheap, blue suit that hung on his tall frame. A smile stretched his lips over a beard that was peppered with black and gray, matching the neatly styled hair on his head.

As Lily watched the unfamiliar man walk into the room, she felt her lungs screaming for air; she hadn't even realized that she was holding her breath.

"Hello, Lily." He smiled at her as he crossed the room, his dark hazel eyes were fixed on hers. "I take it you are well?"

Her tiny body shook as she watched the man pull out a chair, his eyes still holding their gaze on her, and carefully sat down at the desk. He unbuttoned the bottom half of his jacket as he crossed his right leg over his left, his hands clasped before him.

"Do you know who I am, Lily?" The man kept the smile on his face as his eyes searched hers. She had to look away, feeling something off about the man.

"No." She turned her gaze back to the mirror, knowing Jody was just behind the glass. She could also sense Bobby, wondering why he was there.

"What do you see Lily?" When she turned her head back to the man, he was staring at the mirror. "Do you know why you're here?"

"Because I don't know who I am."

"That," the man sat forward as he placed his hands palms down on the metal desk.' "is a lie." When Lily shuttered under his gaze, he leaned back in his chair as he plopped a huge folder on the table. "Where should we start, hmm?" He smiled at her as his he opened the over-stuffed folder. "How about, when you were 14? "

"What is that?" She felt her heart drum again in her chest as she watched him take out a piece of paper from the folder.

"Do you remember this, Lily?" He spun the paper around where she could read it and watched as her face fell. "Hmm?" He twisted the paper back toward himself and began to read it, his fingers tracing the words that he spoke out loud "July 1997. Lily Banks, age 14, was admitted to Des Moines General Hospital with abuse claims. She claims her foster father, Jack Miller, sexually and physically abused Mrs. Martins, the foster mother, as well as Lily.. Upon further examinations, it was proven that Lily Banks had not been abused. Further investigations from CPS, verified Lily had made the whole thing up."

"Because he threatened me!" Lily felt the bile rise in her throat as she thought back to that horrible night. She was certain her foster father was a monster. She wanted to tell this man sitting across from her what she had seen that night. How her father's eyes seemed to have slid to a deep, dark, black. But surely that was crazy.

"Lily," he said, his voice a little softer, "What happened the night that couple found you in the road? Did Jack put his hands on you again?"

Lily felt the anxiety creep into her body as she felt him staring her down. Her hands gripped the edge of her chair, her knuckles turning white from the pressure. She wanted to scream, but her chest sized up on her. She could sense the young man standing behind the glass, watching her with those green eyes. Her vision started to tunnel, and black spots erupted behind her eyes. As her vision faded, she could hear the man calling for her, but he sounded so far away.

Searing, hot pain shot through her body, and her back arched up off of the cold metal chair. She wanted to scream, but the pain stole the breath from her lungs as a memory came flooding back.

Warm, hot, breath puffed against her neck, and the scent of sulfur stung her eyes. The pain stopped, and her body slowly relaxed against the table. Then she felt rough, calloused hands squeeze her left breast hard. She screamed as teeth sank into her tender flesh of her neck, her precious blood spurting into his mouth.

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Her eyes instantly came awake as she struggled to come to terms with her new location. She tried to move her arms, panic setting in as she tried to concentrate her foggy brain on where she was. The last memory she had was sitting in that interrogation room and now, she was someplace else. But where?

She blinked a few times, trying to get the blurriness out of her mind and her sight. Her mouth was bone dry, her throat raw, almost as if she had been screaming for hours. She raised her head, feeling a pounding behind her eyes.

When her vision cleared, she realized that she was on a bed. A pale yellow quilt covered her body, making her feel trapped. Wanting to take the blanket off of her hot and sweaty body, she tried to move her hands, but they barely moved an inch. After she tried again, Lily let out a moan, feeling weak and unable to move the heavy quilt.

Out of breath, she placed her head back on the pillow, and that's when she saw her arms stretched above her head, a leather strap wrapped around her wrists, attaching them to the headboard of the bed. Lily let out a gasp as she pulled on the restraints, feeling the strong material cut into her skin.

"Nooooo!"

With a scream of pure animal instincts, she pulled on the strap until she heard the cracking of the wooden headboard. Her wrists were slick with blood as she pulled tighter on the leather straps, and her feet dug into the bed sheets as she used all her strength. The pain in her wrists was excruciating, but her flight and fight senses were too strong to stop. Finally, after a minute, the headboard snapped off of the bed, and with a startled gasp, she slumped to the floor. Her knees hit painfully on the wood as she slowly crawled to the corner of the room. She placed her back against the wall and slid her knees up to her chest. She tucked her head between her knees, her eyes squeezed tight. But it didn't seem to help as green eyes were seared into her memory.

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"Are you serious, Dean?" Sam huffed at his brother, catching him pouring booze in his coffee. . "Bobby'll have your hide if you catches you doing that."

Dean's green eyes flicked around the kitchen until they settled on Sam, stood in the door frame. Dean smiled as he raised his cup of coffee in a mock salute. "Well, yeah, if you tell him, but then, I'll have to kick your ass." He blew into the mug , cooling his hot coffee as he tucked the silver flask back inside the two sizes too big jacket. "Sleeping beauty still knocked out?" Dean walked over to the table, sat down and kicked his feet onto the table as he drank his spiked coffee.

To say that Dean Winchester was in a bad mood, was an understatement. He should be on the hunt with his dad, not hear at Bobby's playing babysitter to his little brother and the girl upstairs. Charity case, that's what he called her. What irritated him even more, was the way his little brother cared after her. Dean learned early in life that you don't get emotionally involved with the people that you help. As long as you didn't get emotionally involved, it didn't hurt as bad when things went wrong, which he knew would always be the case.

"Why are you so hard on her?" Sam glared at his brother as he walked into the kitchen.

He opened the fridge and frowned at the lack of selection that was inside; Bobby should have left them some money, or food. Bobby and their father, John, were tracking down a hopeful lead in the case of Lily, which was getting stranger as the days stretched on. They had tracked down her previous foster parents, and what they told them was troubling. It had been four days since Bobby and Jody came back from the station with an unconscious Lily in John's arms.

Dean was about to answer his brother when an ear piercing scream sounded from upstairs. He was instantly on his feet, his coffee sloshed over the side of the mug, and spilling the hot liquid on the back of his hand. The hot temperature made his foul mood even worse, and Dean, let out a 'sonofabitch' as he slammed the mug onto the table. He looked up to see Sam had already dashed out of the room, and he wasn't far behind.

"Sam, wait!"

As Sam ran through the cluttered living room, his hip grazed a table,which toppled some books onto the dusty carpet. He could hear his brother's heavy footsteps, and his husky voice calling after him. They were under strict order by their dad to not interact with Lily, but Sam couldn't understand why. She was just a scared girl.

Dean obeyed like the good little solider that he was, and that irritated Sam. He hated the way his older brother listened to their dad, when they both knew his methods were not always right. It didn't matter if Dean disagreed, he would never stand up to John Winchester, but not Sam. As he was getting older, Sam was also getting taller and at 16, he nearly towered over John. Just a few more years, he kept telling himself, then he'd but out of his dad's control.

When Sam reached the top landing of the stairs, the wail suddenly stopped. His longs legs took him down the hallway until he reached the last bedroom on the right.

"Lily?" Sam slowly opened the door and stepped inside the darkened room. A single lamp stood in the corner, and the amber light shone on the empty bed. The headboard lay crooked on the bed, and dark stains splattered along the sheets. Sam heard a whimpering coming from east corner of the room, and he slowly walked around the bed. "Hey, Lily.. ssshhh, hey it's okay. It's me…Sam." He noticed a dark figure on the floor, curled into a ball. A small whimpering noise was coming from her as she slowly rocked back and forth.

"Sam, don't," Dean warned.

Ignoring his brother, Sam had crouched next to Lily and was about to touch her shoulder, when he heard the hoarse whisper of his brother.

"It's okay Dean." Sam held his breath as he slowly touched her shoulder. "Lily, hey, it's okay." He felt her body trembling under his hand, and a minute later her head slowly rose up, her obsidian colored hair plastered to her face.

. Noticing the blood on the floor, Sam's eyes looked around for the source, and found her bloody wrists. "Hey, why don't we go get those taken care of," he gently suggested.

Lily moved her eyes across the room, studying the shadows that were cast by the lamp. Her nose still burned with that acrid, rotten egg smell, and when She felt Sam's hand slowly clamp over hers and she froze.

"It's okay," Sam softly assured her again, and after the fear that woke Lily began to fade away, she let him help her up from the floor.

Sam's arms slid around her waist, supporting her as her legs wobbled underneath her. She was thankful for his help, because with out it, she would have just fallen back to the floor. As they approached the doorway, Lily looked up to see an older boy leaning up against the door frame. His green eyes were locked on hers,and his features were twisted into a frown. It was obvious that the older boy did not like her and that was fine with Lily;for some reason she couldn't stand him either.

She allowed herself to be led down to the bathroom and Sam sat her down on the edge of the tub, She watched him as he opened the door under the sink and rummage around for a first aide kit. A couple of minutes later, he had it open on the sink.

She watched him as he knelt down beside her, took her hands and turned them palm up on her legs.Sam could see the marks from the restraints, and he felt the anger zip along his nerves, igniting the simmering hatred that he had for his dad.

"I'm going to put some ointment on it, it might sting a bit." Sam's voice was soft as he took out the packet, tore it open with this teeth and gently placed the antiseptic jelly on the insides of both her wrists. When he looked up from the task, she was studying him with curiosity. "I'm gonna wrap them with gauze." He held her stare for a few seconds then quickly grabbed the white gauze.

"Thank you." Lily offered quietly.

Sam looked up to see a ghost of a smile that played across her face. Since she had come to them a week ago, he had not once seen her display any kind of emotion, instead she functioned almost robotic-like. The smile was small, but it was there.

"You're welcome." He looked down to tape the gauze to her left wrist, and when he looked back up again, Lily's smile was gone,replaced by fear. Sam turned his head to see that Dean was standing in the doorway, a fresh cup in his hands – Sam didn't have to guess that its contents were freshly spiked.

"Dad is gonna go ape-shit if he finds out about this," Dean grumbled.

Sam quickly wrapped the gauze around Lily's other wrist before he responded. He was tired of conforming to rules that just didn't make any sense. "Well, then don't tell him." Sam slammed the lid of the first aide kit shut as he stood up, his height just an inch over his older brother. " If you do, I'll tell Bobby that you raided his good whiskey stash."

"Fine, but it's your funeral. I'm going into town. I imagine you losers'll be all right ?"

Sam turned his back on Dean as he placed the kit back under the sink.

"Don't worry about Dean. He's all bark, but no bite," Sam told Lily with a dimpled smile. "So, you hungry? I think I can find you something in the kitchen."