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Me: Sammy, do I own Supernatural?

Sam: Where am I?

Me: Just answer the question!

Sam: Um, no… *turns around to see the readers* Ah! Who are you people? Dean!

Dean: *runs into the room – stops at the door* Sam, what the hell?

Me: Shh! The story is starting!

(Not mine! J)

He didn't respond so I said, "It'll be a long lesson, you might want to sit down."

"Cas never sits," Dean supplied.

"Well, we're changing that, Castiel, sit down on the bed over here," I pointed to the bed across from me.

He walked around the frame and sat down. "Okay, Eminem has been around for a long time…" As I explained artists' origins and the music, Castiel remained quiet. When a Sarah McLaughlin song came on, he perked up. I started to push next when "…in the arms of an angel…fly away with you!" started to pour out of my phone speaker, but his hand touched mine, pausing my actions.

"Her voice is nice," he murmured quietly, staring down at the phone.

I tried to hide my grin, and shook my head. "Of course you'd like the angel songs," I giggled. I let him listen to a few more of the gospel songs I had on my phone – he especially liked the Josh Groban ones – before getting back to the regular music.

I clicked around until I found an AC/DC song came on. Dean turned around, smirk on his face, and stated, "This is the first song I've liked since you started."

I rolled my eyes and everything slowed down as the instrumental beginning hummed out, and then Stephen Tyler's soft voice began singing. I stared down at the song title, and blinked back tears. I was acting like such a girl, here I was, crying in front of three men, because of an Aerosmith song! There was definitely something faulty with me. Something so meaningless as a few simple words strung together with a guitar could make me think of my mom and bring the water works.

I let the rest of the song run before shutting off Pandora and putting my phone on the drawer. Castiel was watching me for a few seconds before he turned to Dean and Sam and said, "Bobby is here."

The door was knocked on and I was thankful for the distraction. "So, you just…know these kinds of things?" I asked as Sam opened the door.

Castiel nodded, "I can sense the presence of people, angels, and demons."

"Heh…so, what's up with Heaven? I mean, do people actually live on clouds and stuff?" I asked.

"I suppose you could put it that way, everyone receives their own personal Heaven," Castiel said.

I laughed slightly, "That's cool…I sure know what my personal Heaven would be like."

Shirtless guys, all the time, I smirked at my thought.

Bobby was talking to Sam and Dean and I caught, "You'll have to get here…"

I looked at Castiel and requested, "What's your favorite type of movie?"

"I do not watch movies," he admitted.

"Why not? Shouldn't you have some fun every once in awhile?" I asked.

He didn't say anything so I stood up and inquired, "Can Castiel and I go to Blockbuster and rent movies?"

Then I felt stupid for asking them to do something, but waited regardless. "We're leaving tomorrow—" Dean started.

"Please?" I pouted.

"Fine, but you're paying out of your pocket," he answered, and turned back to Bobby.

I went to my bag and pulled out my wad of cash before turning back to Castiel, "So…you want to drive or should I?"

"I do not know how to drive," he informed me.

"You can't? Gosh, we have a lot to teach you," I patted him on the back as I slipped out the door. I popped back inside and grinned shyly, "Can I borrow someone's car?"

Dean was frowning so Bobby pulled his keys from his pocket and handed me his keys. "Be careful and stay out of the trunk," he instructed.

"Thank ya," I closed the door.

I walked down the sidewalk of the motel and then turned to Castiel, "Which is Bobby's car?"

He pointed to a beat up car and I walked over to it. I was happy he didn't have a stick, and climbed into the driver's seat. After giving Castiel a quick lesson on gears and what not, I started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. I turned on the radio and frowned at the country music coming from the radio. I flipped the station to my favorite and smiled when Taio Cruz's Break Your Heart started to play.

We pulled into the parking lot of Blockbuster soon after that and I walked inside with Castiel following me. I led him to the horror movies and announced, "Welcome to the best part of being human."

He looked at me and then back at the movies. I grabbed the new Friday Thirteenth remake, Grudge, the Ring, and Darkness Falls, before leading him over to the candy aisle. I grabbed Sprees and Jolly Ranchers and asked, "You want anything?"

"I do not require food," he sounded almost tired.

"Alrighty then," I nodded and headed to the checkout counter.

I was paying when a guy walked inside and shouted, "Sydney?"

I looked over and then back down quickly, cursing the world as I realized who it was. "Sydney, is that you?" he had an obvious smile in his voice.

I grabbed the bag and thanked the cashier before pulling Castiel with me out the door. Expect the guy followed me, and when we were outside he was hollering at me again, "Sydney, how have you been?"

"Hi, Jeremy, I've been great," I looked anywhere but at him.

"Who's this?" he gestured to the uncomfortable looking angel.

"A friend."

"You're with an older guy now?" his voice told me how he felt about the matter.

I peeked up at his face to see him with a disgusted expression and I growled, "What's it matter to you who I'm with?"

"I'm your friend, it matters," he defended.

"We aren't friends anymore, Jeremy, you know that," I looked up at him.

"Come on, Syd, don't be that way."

I pulled Castiel with me to the car.

Jeremy followed.

I pushed Castiel into the passenger seat and handed him the bag and walked to the driver's seat. "You driving this car now?"

"It's my friend's car," I said.

"This guy lets you drive his car?"

"Not his car," I grumbled pulling the door closed.

Jeremy grabbed the door and laughed, "Wait, Syd, I'm just trying to talk to you."

I climbed back out of the car and held the door open with one of my hands. I looked at him, "I don't want to talk," and punched him in the eye.

I climbed back into the truck and pulled out quickly. The car ride back to the motel was quiet, and when we pulled into the parking lot my hand was throbbing. Castiel and I walked up to the motel room and I opened the door without knocking. All three of them were staring at me, Dean pointing a gun, and I squeaked, "I thought we were past the point where I had to be worried about you shooting me!"

He put his gun down and grumbled, "You should have knocked."

"Yeah, well, sorry," I answered.

Castiel followed me inside and when I sat down on the bed he handed me the bag. I pulled out the candy and the movies and said, "Do you guys have ice I can use?"

"For what?" Dean asked.

I looked down at my hand and then back up at them. I walked over and held my hand out which was turning a different color. "What'd you do?" Sam asked, grabbing my hand.

"Punched a guy in the eye," I winced when he poked a sensitive part on my hand.

"What, why?" Dean asked.

"He wouldn't leave me alone, okay, drop it," I said, trying to take my hand back.

"Cas, what happened?" Dean asked, looking over at him.

I sighed and watched Sam wrap my hand up with weird stuff and then he handed me my hand back listening to Castiel. "But why did you punch him?" Dean pressed.

"Because, okay, I don't like users, and he used my friend. He deserved it, end of story. Now, do you want to watch the movies with us, or are we on our own?" I asked, going over to the bed and picking up the Ring.

"We're a little busy," Bobby said.

"Alright, well…"

I put the movie in and sat down on the floor in between the beds. I grabbed the Sprees and threw a pillow down in front of me. I lay down and looked over at Castiel who was standing still. I sighed and said, "Do you just like to stand or…"

He didn't say anything so I said, "Come on and sit down here next to me."

He awkwardly sat down next to my feet and I looked at him for a moment longer before looking back at the TV screen. When the previews started I sat up and looked at Castiel, "So have you seriously never seen a movie before?"

"No."

"Huh…I saw my first scary movie when I was three, it was the Blair Witch Project, and I fell asleep in the middle of it. I didn't think it was scary then, and I still don't," I laughed.

"You saw your first scary movie when you were three?" Dean asked.

I turned around to face him and popped a Spree in my mouth before saying, "Yup, my parents caught hell for it too. This lady came up to my parents and was like 'I can't believe you would bring your three year old to such a scary movie!' and she was with her like seventeen year old and, my mom laid into her about minding her own business and…"

I shrugged and turned back to Castiel, "Next time we'll have to get the animated movies, you've got to see…have you seen Beauty and the Beast?"

He shook his head and I said, "Right, right, well, you've got to see that one, it's fantastic. So we've got, Tarzan, Beauty and the Beast, Nemo is good…oh, and Hercules. Those movies are the four best movies ever."

"Okay," he said.

"Alright, no objections at all?" I asked.

He shook his head and I said, "Great…why are you wearing a trench coat? It's September."

He cocked his head to the side, which I was starting to find cute, and didn't say anything. "You always wear the trench coat?"

"Yes."

"Huh…well, I'm not going to change everything about you. Just educate you on the world's awesomeness."

I turned back to the TV and pushed play on the DVD player. I paused the movie halfway through where the girl is climbing out of the TV and said, "For months after that it creeped me out. I didn't even turn on the TV, I stayed out of the entertainment room forever after that. I was like, 'No, no, she's going to come out of the TV, and kill me, and I'm going to have to die…not cool.'"

"I do not understand how she does this," Castiel had eventually moved closer to the TV.

"Well, she's like…um," I glanced at the TV and then back at Castiel, "She's a ghost, right?"

"Yes."

"Well, she's…possessing…I don't know, don't question it, just go with it. She's a ghost, she can do whatever she wants, I mean, I guess she's linked to the tape, so she gets to come out of your TV because that's where you watched the movie," I tried.

"I suppose that would make sense," he agreed.

"Right," I said, and Sam and Dean were looking at each other. "What? You two got a better idea?" I asked.

I pushed up from my lying down position and Sam shook his head while Dean said, "None of that is possible."

"No one asked you," I huffed, and grabbed the Jolly Ranchers off the bed.

I opened the bag as I pushed play and laid back down. When the movie was over I said, "See, isn't that a great movie."

"But ghosts do not come out of the television, correct?"

"Course not, what kind of world would it be if they did," I sighed, pulling the movie out.

I pulled the other three down and asked, "Whatcha wanna watch now? We've got Grudge, Friday the Thirteenth, and Darkness Falls. My favorite scary movie, ever, is Darkness Falls."

When Castiel shrugged, sort of shrugged, I said, "Alright, alright, calm down, don't get too excited. I'll put in Grudge."

I pushed the DVD in and while the previews were playing I said, "This movie creeps me out."

"Then why are we watching it?" he asked.

"That's the point of scary movies, duh, you're supposed to get scared," I said.

He kept quiet and I turned to Dean, Sam, and Bobby, "What's your favorite scary movie?"

"Kid, we live the life of a scary movie," Dean said.

I rolled my eyes and said, "Come on, tell me."

"Don't have the time for scary movies," he pressed.

"Come on…you can't tell me when you were a kid you didn't watch scary movies," I said.

"We didn't," the two said at the same time.

"I always liked the Saw series," Bobby said.

"Alright, my man, that series is awesome!" I exclaimed, standing up and going over to the table.

I held my hand out for a high five, and he lightly hit my hand with his. I smiled and said, "Alright, I guess me and you will have to work on high fives…"

I put my hand back down to my side and looked at Dean, "You wanna watch the movie with us?"

"I'll pass."

I turned to Sam, "How about you?"

"I've got work to do," he smiled slightly.

"Alright, I've got my work cut out for me," I turned to Castiel, "We have to teach them how to have fun."

He was going to say something when Dean interrupted, "I have plenty of fun, thank you very much."

"Yeah," I laughed, "You're a total party animal."

I sat down next to Castiel and pulled the pillow into my lap along with the Jolly Rancher's bag. I pulled a green one out of the bag and Dean said, "I have fun all the time, I'm working right now. Course you probably wouldn't know how to work, you're just a kid."

I looked at the Jolly Rancher and wrinkled my nose. "I don't like green, you want it?" I asked Castiel.

"No thank you," he said.

"M'kay," I turned back to Dean. "Who are you kidding, Dean? Obviously no one but yourself. Sam, do you like Jolly Ranchers?" I asked.

"No, thanks," he was smirking at Dean.

"What about you, Bobby?" I asked.

"Nah," he shook his head.

I smirked and looked over at Castiel, "I think eating candy is too wild for him, I'm not even going to ask."

I put the Jolly Rancher above my head on the nightstand and I looked over at Dean to see him frowning at me. I smiled and said, "Don't strain yourself; I think you're getting a little old to get so angry."

"Perhaps you should cut back on teasing Dean so much, he is just trying to help you," Castiel said from my side.

I looked over at Castiel, "I just think it's unhealthy for him to lie to himself."

He smiled slightly as I said, "I've got a whole new objective with you now."

"What's that?" he asked.

"Make you smile, I feel like it's gonna be a challenge…I like challenges."

I crawled forward and pushed play before going back to sit next to Castiel. When it was at the part after the kid crawls down the stairs all grossly I paused it and said, "Gosh, this is so, so, so scary. Don't you think? Just the way his leg comes over his arms and…it's a wonder he doesn't get tangled and fall down the stairs."

He smiled slightly, "It is a wonder."

I smiled and looked over at the three researchers. "Hey, Sam, come here."

He stood up and walked over. I pointed to the bed next to me and he sat down. I rewound the movie a little and then said, "Watch this."

He looked at the TV and when I paused it again I said, "Creepy, huh?"

"That is a little weird…" he said, standing up again.

Bobby had said he had already seen the movie so I asked, "I don't suppose you're interested, are you?"

Dean looked over and stood up. He stretched, causing his shirt to ride up, and me to bite my lip. He walked over and sat down on the bed next to Castiel and said, "What?"

I rewound once again and pushed play for him. When I pushed pause once again he said, "Yeah, that is weird, I guess."

"There might be hope," I said to Castiel and pushed play again.

Dean ended up watching the rest of the movie with us and when it was over Castiel said, "I do not understand why the boy's voice came out like a cat."

I laughed, "Well…the dad drowned the little boy, you got that right?"

He nodded so I continued, "Okay, well he also drowned the cat with the little boy, so that made the spirits mixed up…something like that. I'm not sure, I'm not a spirit, I wouldn't know."

"Now which one do we watch?" I asked, rising up to grab the last two movies.

I sat down with the two and said, "Friday the Thirteenth, or Darkness Falls?"

No one said anything so I said, "You're right, Darkness Falls it is."

I crawled to the DVD player and put the movie in. It was starting up so I sat back next to Castiel and said, "What's your favorite color?"

"I, um…"

"Come on, you've got to have a favorite color," I grinned.

He pursed his lips and didn't respond so I said, "Alright, you think about it, then. How about you, Dean? What's your favorite color?"

"Dark blue," he didn't miss a beat.

"Why's that?"

"The color of my car," he answered.

I smiled, "What kind of car do you have?"

"1967 Chevy Impala, why?"

"My uncle use to love cars, he was…he was big on classic cars and muscle cars, he left themfive he had to me and my brother when he passed, but the warehouse they were in burnt down… Only one stayed, Robbie's car," I reminisced.

"Oh."

There was a silence and then Castiel asked, "How did your uncle pass away?"

Dean shot him a disbelieving look and I said, "He was on his way to work, about to get in his car, when his heart gave out."

"I am sorry," Castiel frowned.

I smiled sadly and said, "Yeah, me too, he was a great guy." I looked at the TV, "My favorite color varies depending on the day, sometimes it's green, but sometimes it's blue… But never orange, that color…" I turned to Sam, "How about you?"

"White," he looked at me and then back at his laptop.

"Why's that?" I asked.

He shrugged and said, "Just…a nice color."

"And you, Bobby?" I asked.

"Pink," he laughed.

"Pink…?"

"Kidding," he sighed, and then said, "I don't know…green."

"Why?"

"My wife's eye color."

"Wha—"

"I forgot a book in my car, I'll be back," he left the room quickly.

"What'd I say?" I asked, looking up at Dean.

"Bobby's wife died awhile back…" Dean informed me.

"Oh…you know, I don't mean to be mean or anything, but…how come angels never lose loved ones? Isn't that a little whack?" I looked to Castiel.

"My father abandoned me and my brothers and sisters," Castiel said, looking at me.

"Oh…right, I'm sorry," I said.

I played the movie and when it ended Castiel asked, "So the ghost killed the people and the only way to kill her was with the lighthouse?"

"Well the light in the lighthouse, but…yeah," I nodded.

"Is that a real method?" Castiel asked, looking at Dean.

"I don't know, hasn't worked yet," Dean said, and got off the bed.

He walked around the bed and over to the one next to me. He grabbed the Jolly Rancher bag and grabbed one before going over to the table again. "Well by all means, help yourself," I said.

"Thanks," he unwrapped the candy, popping a cherry one into his mouth.

I pulled Friday the Thirteenth off the bed and put it into the DVD player. The previews started and I yawned loudly before standing up. I told everyone I'd be back and grabbed my bag. I changed into a long t-shirt that went to my knees, short shorts, and fuzzy socks. I brushed my hair and my teeth before walking back out.

I sat my bag down next to the bed and stood by the TV. I stretched up on my tiptoes and popped my back before yawning again. I sat down next to Castiel and said, "Alright, this movie is great, and…not to mention…the lead guy…he is hot."

I didn't expect a response, and I didn't get one. I played the movie and when the blonde guy was at the gas station telling Clay to either buy something or move I paused the movie, looked at Castiel, "Isn't that rude? Clay is just looking for his sister, and this jerk is getting his panties in a twist. Gosh, I just want to hunt this guy down and punch him in the face."

"He was rather rude," Castiel agreed.

"I know, right?" and then I pushed play again.

When Clay got on his motorcycle and was pulled over I paused it again and said, "Gosh, this police officer is a total douche bag. You know, why does he even bother to pull him over? Poor guy, no one is even bothering to help him, they're all just a bunch of hillbilly hicks…"

I played the movie again and at the end when Daniel Panabaker died and Clay was about to go back for her I saw Castiel tense. I smiled slightly and at the very end when Clay's sister was pulled into the water I said, "But Clay didn't die…so I think I'm okay with the ending. What about you?"

"I do not understand, that man would have clearly died," Castiel said.

"Yeah, well, he's Jason, you can't kill Jason. Just like you can't kill Freddy, or Michael, it's just not possible…." I was pulling the DVD out as I said, "I think it's like a law or something."

"Why would…Clay put the killer's weapon into the lake with him?" Castiel asked.

"Because he's dumb…he might be good looking, but that was a horrible move on his part," I nodded.

"And his sister died?"

"Yeah, well, Jason got a hold of her, there's no way he'd let her go. She's probably floating away at the bottom of some lake by now," I said.

"The people at the beginning of the movie, why were they a part of it?" Castiel asked.

"Well the girl who was talking about her mom being sick, remember?"

Castiel nodded and I said, "That was Clay's sister."

"Oh, now I understand."

"Yeah, see, it all ties together," I yawned.

"We'll have to return the movies tomorrow before we leave," I said.

I got a grunt from…someone…might have been Dean and then said, "Where are we going tomorrow?"

"Wisconsin," Sam said.

"What? Why?" I asked, sobering up from my sleepy haze.

"We have a hunt," Dean said.

"But…my mom…and…this is my home," I protested.

"You will have to go with them, Sydney," Castiel said from the floor.

"But…my mom," I tried again.

"I am sorry, but this is the way it has to be," Castiel said.

I frowned and thought of my home, my bed, my room, my mom, and in between a blink, I ended up in my room. I didn't give it a second thought and I shouted down the stairs, "Mom?"

I ran around the house and finally into her room, "Mom!"

My mom was in her bed, on her back, with her eyes closed. "Mom…" I whispered, and walked into her room.

I climbed into the bed next to her and grabbed her hand, but she was so cold. I reached a hand up to her forehead and she felt like an ice cube. Then I noticed her chest wasn't rising. I felt along her neck and wrists for a pulse, but found none. Tears filled my eyes quickly and I hopped off the bed looking for the home phone. I found it and called 911. When the sirens weren't far away I knelt by her and whispered, "I love you, Mommy, and I'm so sorry I didn't get the chance to tell you this while you could hear me. And I'm so sorry you had to deal with Robbie's funeral on your own."

Castiel appeared then, and his two fingers touched my head. I blacked out, again.

-O-

When I woke up I was in a motel bed, again. I started to get out of bed, when the bed creaked and Dean said, "Where are you going?" from across the room.

I chewed my lip and then my stomach heaved violently. I dashed out of the bed and ran into the bathroom, throwing up the candy I had had last night. When I was dry heaving, I stood up from the toilet, flushed, and rinsed my mouth out with water. I walked back out into the main room and slipped on the piece of uncovered hard wood.

I landed on my butt and shouted, "Damn it all to hell!"

I stood up angrily and tore off my socks, throwing them off to the side and stomped over to the bed I had recently vacated. I sat down and glared at the empty space in front of me. Sam woke up in the middle of my tantrum and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I barked.

"Alright," he walked into the bathroom.

I was so mad, at everything and everyone, but the one person I was really pissed at, didn't have the courage to be in the room when I woke up. I thought, stupidly I might add, that his angel ways might differ if I hung out with him, but no. Actually the whole point of educating Castiel had been to…hang out with him, but…there would be no more of that.

"Getting angry isn't going to help," Dean said.

"Mind your own business," I snapped.

My mom was gone, dead, no more…and I just wanted to punch someone in the face…repeatedly. I settled for throwing a pillow across the room and was satisfied that I knocked several books and papers off their table. "Hey, now, don't throw stuff," Dean stood up to put the stuff back on the table.

I threw a pillow at him after that, "You know I'm trying to be sympathetic with your situation, but you're making it really hard."

"Really? Good. I'm happy about that," I pulled the blankets over my legs.

"Could you just…" Dean shook his head and turned back to the table.

"Could I just what? Stop being such a bitch? Sorry, the person I'd like to punch in the face and call names isn't here right now. So I'm settling for you, and when the tall one gets out here, we can all share the hate," I snapped hatefully.

"Whatever," he sighed.

He sat down at the table and Sam came out of the bathroom after that. When he stepped over the uncovered wood I sighed. Someone's phone was screaming rock music, and when Dean flipped it open and said, "Hey Cas," I flew off the bed.

I snatched the phone from his hand and said, "Castiel?"

"Sydney," he said, surprised.

"I hope I never see you again, for your sake. I swear to everything in the world, that if I do happen to see you, I'm gonna mess up your very pretty face. You hear me? I swear to every freakin' deity in the universe, and if I don't see you, I'm gonna hunt you down and kill you. I cannot believe you would do that to me after we had a movie night together. Some kind of friend you are!" I shouted and hung up on him.

I threw Dean's phone on the table and trudged back to my bed. I sat down and I could feel Sam and Dean's eyes on me. I looked up at them and said, "What do you want?"

"Nothing," they responded.

"Then look away…"

They looked away. When Dean's phone rang again, he stepped outside to answer it. I sat on the bed glaring at the TV that was off. Sam was packing his bag and when he mentioned that I should probably do the same I said, "I'm not going anywhere."

"You have to come with us," Sam said.

"Like hell I do, the only way I'm getting in that car is if you're taking me home, and you aren't going to take me home. I just…I'm not going anywhere with you, or your brother, and definitely not that angel douche bag."

He sat his bag down and went outside. A few minutes later Dean walked in, and Sam didn't come with. I chewed my nails nervously as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He glared at me as he walked inside farther and said in a low voice, "You're coming with us."

"You aren't my father, I don't have to do what you say," I defended.

"You are going to pack your bag, and come with us, because we're helping you. If you want to die, then by all means, go ahead. But how do you think your family would feel to know that their daughter, their sister, died for no reason? Hm?" He prodded.

"But…" I protested weakly.

"No, pack your bag, and come on," he said in a finalized tone.

"I hate this," I stated.

"So do I," he returned.

I mulled over something else to say and then said, "I think I like you better than the angel douche bag."

"Then I guess that's a step up," he smiled slightly.

"Yeah, well, I like the tall one better than you," I said.

"Everyone does," he shook his head.

"But I could learn to like you better…"

"Great, we'll work on that, will you pack for me?" he asked.

I chewed my lip and nodded, "I guess, but I'm still pissed."

"I got that, and when you do see Castiel, don't punch him. It'll hurt you more than him."

I packed my bag and walked outside. Sam went in to get his bag and Dean's and I put my bag in the trunk of the Impala. I looked over at Robbie's car and sighed. I walked over to it and pulled out the keys I hadn't touched in years. I unlocked the car and slid into the driver's seat. I ran my hands over the wheel, the gear shift, and the dashboard.

Someone knocked on the window, but I flipped them off and kept looking in the car. I looked in the console and found a picture of all four of us. I grabbed it and locked the door back. I chewed my lip and pulled out my cell phone. I called Lindsay, my best friend, and told her that she had to come to my motel.

She showed up not five minutes later and she said, "I'm so sorry, I heard about your brother and your mom."

I nodded, "I know, Lindsay, I know. I need you to take Robbie's car."

"What? I can't…Robbie…no," she shook her head.

"Please, Lindsay, this is important—" I was cut off by her looking pass me at something else.

I turned to see Sam and Dean looking over at Lindsay and Lindsay said, "Who are they?"

"My…uncles," I lied.

"Who are they really?"

"Guys who are going to be my guardians until…I'm safe," I said.

"You're in trouble?" she questioned.

"They said I'm not supposed to talk about it. And God knows I wouldn't go with them if I didn't have to," I rolled my eyes.

"Are you being kidnapped? Should I call the police? Should I go talk to them?"

"Well, uh—" I was cut off by Lindsay brushing pass me and walking over.

There was no stopping Lindsay once she put her mind to something. She stopped in front of them and said, "I'm Lindsay, what are you names?"

Dean scratched his head as Sam said, "I'm Sam, this is Dean."

"Are you kidnapping my friend?"

"Wha—No," Dean said.

"Are you guys rapists? Because if she comes back in worse condition then she leaves here in, I'll have to kill you."

"Whoa, what?"

"I'm just saying, you guys are keeping her safe from…something, so if you take her somewhere and she gets hurt, I'm gonna track you down and there will be hell to pay."

"Lindsay, come on now, you know you couldn't take them," I said with a smirk.

"You wanna bet? The tall one looks harmless, and…the short one…unless he fights unfair, I bet I got him," Lindsay said, looking at me.

"Why does everyone think the tall one is harmless? I think he's the scary one," I huffed, "But you're right, Dean doesn't fight fair."

"Didn't think he would…anyways," she turned back to the two, "I'll have to kill you if she isn't returned safely. And I swear that I'll do it."

"Alright, alright pint size, she's coming back safe," Dean said.

Lindsay snorted and said, "Pint size… I might be short, but…I bet there are smaller things here."

She rolled her eyes smirking and walked over to me. She pulled me into a tight hug and kissed my forehead before saying, "You call me if they give you shit, and I'll be there in an instant, promise. I'm serious though, watch the short one…"

I patted Lindsay's back and then said, "Actually, it isn't them I'm mad at, there's this other douche bag, he isn't with us right now, but when I do see him, you gotta come and kick his ass."

"Done," Lindsay said in an instant.

"He's smaller than him, but he pissed me off, you'll have to make sure the asshole can't sit down for a week," I laughed.

"Done and done, promise," she smiled.

I gave her one last hug before handing her Robbie's keys. Lindsay and Robbie had dated for a few months, and she still had feelings for Robbie when he cut it off to go to college. Lindsay took the keys reluctantly and said, "God, I cannot believe him, how could he be so reckless?"

"I know, Lindsay, I know, and if he were here now, I'd kick his ass," I sighed.

"For both of us…I miss him," she played with the key chain.

"I do too, but…we have to believe he's in a better place, y'know. Like the Pastor told us, he's in a better place…with my dad, y'know," I said, looking down at the keys in her hands.

"Yeah, and your mom is with them, they're probably living it up…in Holiday World," she smiled.

"In Holiday World," I nodded, and kissed her head before saying, "Alright Shorty, get outta here."

"I'm not short…I'm fun sized," she smirked, and walked over to Robbie's car.

I turned back to the two men who had moved over to the car. I got into the back seat and they got into the front. As we pulled out of the motel parking lot, I waved at Lindsay. She waved back with tears in her eyes, and I turned back front.

"I can pick the music, right?" I asked.

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