"So, where are we taking her after this, again?" Dean asked, turning in the driver's seat of his '67 Chevy Impala to face his brother. Sam sighed, before replying.
"Her house, Dean. Were you not even listening to her?" Dean shrugged his shoulders.
"There was a good song on. I was distracted. Sorry!" he apologized, sarcastically. Sam shook his head before looking back into the cemetery again.
"Do you think she's gonna be ok?" he asked, glancing back at Dean who was rummaging through his cassettes. "Dude!" he exclaimed. Dean snapped his head up in surprise.
"What?" he asked.
"Do you not even care what this girl is going through?" Sam questioned, angrily.
"Oh, come on Sam! We've gone through much worse and you know it!" Dean replied, annoyed. Sam shook his head.
"That doesn't mea-" he was cut off by a scream. They bolted out of the car, making sure they had their guns, and ran in the direction that the scream had come from. The cemetery.
I was seconds away from joining my brother in oblivion when a stupid couple came around the hedge and saw me. The woman screamed and the man came rushing towards me. I quickly thrust the knife, which was still caked with blood from last night, in front of me to keep him back, which only made the woman scream louder. 'Jesus, lady shut up!' I thought, annoyed. He stopped a few feet in front of the knife.
"I just want to help. Now hand over the knife." he told me. I rose my eyebrow. 'You've gotta be kidding me.' I thought. "You can trust me, I'm a police officer." 'Police don't help,' I thought. 'They only cause more pain.' He took another step towards me. I had stopped crying at the woman's first scream and gotten the hiccups. He turned to his partner/girlfriend/wife/whatever the hell she was and tossed her what looked like his cell phone. "She's having convulsions. We need to get her to a hospital. Call 911 and tell them our location and that Officer Santini is in need of an ambulance right away." 'Oh my freakin-' I was stopped in mid-thought by Sam and Dean rounding the hedge, full speed. Sam had trouble stopping and fell into the woman knocking himself and her over, halting her call for an ambulance.
"Are you alright?" Dean asked me, stopping more gracefully, eying the cop. I made no movement, still holding the knife in front of me.
"Do you know this girl?" the cop asked Dean.
"Yeah, she's with us." he replied, nodding to Sam casually. By then Sam had helped the woman up and was making his way towards Dean.
"Well, maybe you can help convince her to..." he stopped and looked them both fully over."Hey, don't I know you guys from somewhere?" he asked, suspiciously. "You look familiar..." Dean shook his head.
"Nah, we get that a lot. We'll just collect our friend here and be on our way." he said with a smile. The man's eyes suddenly opened widely.
"Holy crap!" he exclaimed. "I-It's you! You t-two! Sam and Dean Winchester!" he yelled. "You guys are wanted for murder! And fraud! And Theft! And-"
"Ok, we get it!" Dean interrupted. I stared at them. 'That's why they're wanted by the cops?!' I thought, shocked. 'My life is so messed up.' I realized, dropping the knife. The cop took this as a chance to grab me and hold the knife up to my throat.
"I know you two are nearly impossible to capture, so I'll make this easy for you." he explained with a shaky voice. "Either you let me arrest you arrest you, or your friend dies."
"You're not gonna kill her." Sam stated. "You're a man of the law." He just laughed.
"Oh, I'm not going to be the one who killed her. You will. At least after I change the story a bit." he explained. 'Man, this guy's personality changed quick.' I realized.
"Only one problem with your plan, we're not gonna let you kill her." Dean said, smirking. "So, I'd let her go if I were you," he said pulling out his gun and pointing it at the woman. "Or yourfriend is gonna die."
"Dean, this isn't good idea." Sam said.
"Just trust me, Sam." Dean said. "So what's it gonna be?" The man seemed unsure of what to do. So he did what any other coward would. He ran away. But not before slicing my neck open a couple of inches.
"Ahh..." I put my hand over my wound, though, it wasn't that bad. Pain had become a main part of my life, I was used to it. Dean grabbed my arm and started pulling me towards the direction of the exit. I jerked back.
"What are you doing?" I asked. He looked at me, incredulously. "What makes you think I'm going with you?"
"What other choice do you have?" asked Sam. "I mean, how else do you expect to get home?"
'Well, let's see. I have no means of transportation, no money with me, an uncle who I know won't come and get me. I think I'll just go back to my original plan of killing myself.' I thought. Dean waved a hand in front of my face. 'Why does everyone do that?' I wondered, smacking his hand away.
"Hello? That cops' gonna go get his friends! We gotta get outta here now, Sammy, with or without this girl." Sam looked at me.
"We can get you home safely." he told me with pleading eyes. "Come with us." I nodded my head.
"Fine." I agreed. 'I'll figure something else out. Maybe I can steal one of their guns and end it that way.'
"Alright, let's go!" Dean said, giving Sam a push in the direction of the exit. Following them, I glanced back at the woman. She stood, making no attempts to move, gawking at us leave. I wondered what was going through her head.
We made it out of the parking lot just moments before a load of squad cars came rushing in.
"Told ya." Dean said. Sam rolled his eyes before turning back to look at me.
"So where's your house?" he asked me.
"Yeah, how far am I driving?" he asked, looking to see how much gas his car had. 'Where am I gonna go?' I wondered.
"Chicago." I replied, choosing a random place. 'That's a good 2000 miles away. That should give me plenty of time to get one of their guns and end this pain.'
"Great." Dean muttered.
"I hate Chicago." moaned Sam. He glanced back at me. "We've had some bad experiences there." he explained.
"Like almost being killed by a demon who posed as Sam's girlfriend!" Dean added. 'Demon?! Never mind, I really don't want to know.' I couldn't take anymore of this.
"She wasn't my girlfriend, Dean!" Sam snapped. I rolled my eyes. This was gonna be a long trip. 'Maybe I could just jump out of the car, instead?' I thought, seriously contemplating it.
"So, Terri, what was that cop trying to do before we got there?" asked Dean, glancing at me through the rearview mirror.
"Nothing," I lied. "He just went all psycho and started yelling at me." They didn't need to know.
I looked back through the window at the cemetery, knowing it was probably the last time I would be near my brother again.