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3 Months Later: Hollands POV, located at a diner in Jericho

"Riley, you've got orders on 2 and 3 ready to go." The cook yelled to me, I was hiding in the back of the kitchen avoiding going out there, god I hate this job. O, I guess I should catch you up. I still haven't heard from my dad, can't get ahold of Dean, even tried Sam. I had to get a job so I was able to pay for the motel, and I had to make a few adjustments to my applications that way I could actually get a job. They don't really do background checks here, kind of shady I know. Unfortunately I never learned how to make a real fake identity so I was not able to get any fake credit cards. So here I am. I try to work every day because you get one free meal a shift, and because I get paid like nothing all my money goes to my living situation. Im in hell.

I jumped off the table in the back and grabbed the food to head out to my table. I dropped off their food then noticed there were new people in my section. "Awesome." I said under my breath. I noticed it was two males so I adjusted my top to show more cleavage, and planned to use my overly perky voice. I gotta get the tips. I walked over with my head down getting out a pen and paper. Without looking up I introduced myself.

"Hi, my name is Riley, I will be serving you today, can I get you something to drink to get started." I said in an overly high pitch cheery voice. The first one spoke just asking for water, my head still down I scribbled it on my note pad, then the next guy spoke.

"Ill have a coffee. Thanks doll." The voice made my head snap up. It was him, it was Dean.

"Uh-I." I stuttered out, this made both of the boys look up at me. Sam did not notice me, and Dean it took a second for him to recognize me. I had changed a lot in the last 3ish months. My once long dirty blonde hair was black and short. It was a choppy cut that I did myself. He squinted, and then his eyes went as big as saucer.

"Holland?" Dean asked. He stood from the booth, and stepped towards me. I took a step back. This could not be him, I was dreaming, just like all my other nightmares I have been having. Any second now he is going to disappear and I will be alone again.

I looked from Dean to Sam, suddenly the realization of who I was washed over Sammy and he too stood from the booth.

I stuttered some more, trying to find words to say, but instead my breathing started to pick up, and become uneven. I grabbed my chest as it tightened and sank to the floor. Dean wrapped his arms around me and sank down with me, taking my weight. I gasp for air, hoping they would fill my lungs, but nothing, then darkness.

Deans POV:

We sat down in a dumpy diner near a motel, we would check in after we got something to eat. Once we started looking at our menus I saw something out of the corner of my eye, it was our waitress looking down at her note pad, asking us what we wanted to drink, Sam said water, and the more I thought about it I decided to go with a coffee, we had a lot of research to do, and having to get this case solved before Monday when I have to take Sam back for his interview I knew we were crunched for time.

"Ill have a coffee, thanks doll." I said without even looking up. All of a sudden I heard her stutter.

"Uh-I." I looked over to see what was wrong then I saw her face. She looked so familiar. Why did she look so- Then it clicked.

"Holland?" I barley recognized my little sister. Her once long blonde hair, was now short and black, her skin that was once tan in color was now an ashy grey, large dark bags under her eyes, and she was completely skin and bones, but her eyes, her eyes were still the same bright blue spirited eyes I always knew and loved.

I stepped out of the booth, and she took a step away. She was trying to process this all, however I noticed her breathing start to pick up, she started to sink to the floor and I grabbed her going down. Once we got to the dirty diner floor her eyes rolled back and she was out. I knew she had hyperventilated and lost consciousness, she had been known to have panic attacks that were so bad we just had to let her make herself pass out. The first time it happened we took her to the hospital thinking that she was having a heart attack or something.

I picked up her small frame noting the fact that I could feel her ribs through her uniform, and the fact that she was so light. Obviously this place is not well staffed because I was able to walk her out of the diner, no questions asked. I laid her down in the back of the impala and I sat by her head and laid it in on my lap. I stroked her hair looking down at my sister. But there was no doubt in my mind that even though we may have found her, she was truly lost.

Hollands POV:

Slowly I started to come to. I opened my eyes and immediately shut them; the harsh light hurt. I slowly allowed my eyes to adjust, and take notice of the person above me. I had to make sure it was real. I reached my hand up and touched his face, then let out the breath I did not know I was holding in. It was him, it was Dean. Suddenly I broke, I cried, and I cried hard. And I mean not pretty cute cry like you see in the movies, I full on ugly cried. Dean lifted me up and pulled me into a hug.

"Your real, your really here." I said between sobs.

"Yah, I'm here and I am never leaving again, you hear me, never." He said whispering into my ear, I could hear that he was as well getting emotional. We sat like this for a few minutes, until Dean finally spoke. "Sammy you want to drive us over to that motel and get us a room." Dean said while holding out the keys for him.

Sam must have accepted because I heard the car start, not even 2 minutes later we were parked. My head was still buried into Dean's chest. I looked up and told them.

"I have a room here." I said and Dean nodded.

"You think you can walk?" Once again, I nodded. I walked them over to my room and when I reached into my pocket I groaned. My keys were in the locker at work. I turned to look at them.

"Its ok, Ill pick the lock." Sammy said with a smile, reading my jesters clearly. This was the most he had acknowledged me since I ran into them. I smiled back. He looked so different, so happy. He was never happy at home, him and my dad never got a long, and so it was nice to see him genuinely smile. Once he got the lock picked we stepped inside. I felt bad it was a mess.

"Um, sorry." I said rushing into the room and picking up the clothing and garbage that was scattered about the floor and beds. I kept the "do not disturb" sign out because I still had all the research on the case out. Also, we do not trust the maids, ever. I kept going around picking up things, franticly, like piling them in my hands was going to do anything. Suddenly I felt someone grab my shoulders to stop me, involuntarily I flinched.

"Leave it, its ok." Sam said, his voice soft. I put the clothing and garbage down. "I'm going to go get some food for you." He said placing his hand on the side of my head and brushing my hair down. I leaned into his hand, and then he removed it from my face. Then he turned around and left. Dean looked at me, and smiled.

Dean and I now stood in the middle of the hotel room just staring at each other, it was like if either of us looked away, for even a moment the other might disappear. I noticed him looking me up in down, taking in my appearance. I got self-conscious and turned around. "Im, Im going to go shower." I said turning around wrapping my hands around myself. I was not blind; I could see things were bad. I was ugly now. I was to thin, tired, and my skin look like I was dead, I could tell that they noticed this as well. I started to walk to the bathroom until Dean spoke.

"Wait, before you go in there." He said. He walked over and wrapped me into a hug. "Tomorrow will come sooner or later" I chocked out a sob. Hugging him tight, as tight as I could hug him. He waited hugging me until I could speak.

"And I will always be here waiting." I finished finally. He let go of me and I turned around. I stepped into the bathroom and locked the door, and leaned against it. I sat like that for a minute before turning around and taking off my uniform, I looked in the mirror, placing my hands on my stomach. Scars riddled my stomach and back, a constant reminder of the hell this last three months have been, a constant reminder that I am a weak human begin, a constant reminder that I was abandon.

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