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Kaycee's eyes remained on the ground, her hands stuffed into her jeans pockets. She had left her coat at the club, and the bitter sleet was biting at her bare skin. Her eyes were rimmed with red, and she felt awful. Even though no words had been exchanged, she knew that she would regret this decision for a while to come. She didn't even know where the motel was.
So there she stood, alone on the side of the highway. She contemplated sticking her thumb out in the direction she was going, but decided against it. What would Dean and Sam think if she hitchhiked?
It was a funny sight, a young girl, all dressed up in a red halter top and a pair of jeans, her hair frizzy from the sleet bouncing off of it. She felt helpless and alone, and her feet hurt from all the walking she had don. She had left the club nearly an hour ago, where were Dean and Sam. They should have been by to pick her up by now. Didn't they care? What if they weren't coming for her?
She reached into her pocket and pulled out her cell phone. No Service. At the sight of these awful words, she slammed her phone against the hard road and kept walking. Little did she know that Sam and Dean were trying to call her right now on that cell phone. Little did she know that in a few feet, she would have gotten service.
She heard the screech of brakes beside her, then the low purr of an engine as the person in car revved the engine. "Hey baby, wanna ride?" Kaycee rolled her eyes, and kept walking. The car still crept beside her.
"I asked you a question honey. Now answer it." The voice was icy, a cold voice that cut through Kaycee like a knife. She reeled to face the car, her hands clutched into fists at her sides.
"Get the fuck away from me. I'm not in the mood to be fucked around with." she said, feeling tears creeping into her eyes and hating them. She swiped her eyes and turned, then kept walking. The car still crept beside her.
"Yeah, well I am." the man in the car said in a low voice, "Get in the damn car." he added, reaching deep into the car and coming back up with a shiny silver gun.
Kaycee's eyes widened at the sight of the gun, and she stopped walking, frozen in place. The man had the gun next to his thigh, under the door, someplace where bystanders couldn't see, only Kaycee could. She gulped, taking a step toward the car before she heard a loud voice say:
"Is this guy bothering you Miss?"
She turned to look into the headlights of that oh-so familiar black Impala. Her eyes welled with tears of relief and she shook her head.
"Don't worry about it officer... he was just leaving."
At the word officer, the man stowed his gun away, sneered at Kaycee, then drove away at a slow speed. The roar of an engine could be heard as the car made a speedy getaway around the corner, leaving Kaycee and her brothers alone.
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I kept my hands gripped on the wheel, I was holding on so tight my knuckles were white. I must've looked scary, because whenever I snapped my head around to look at Kaycee, she whimpered and quickly looked away.
I didn't want to have this conversation with her, not now, not ever, but I guess I had to. If she was going to go around being all careless like that, she'd need consequences. Sam had his arm around her, as if he was protecting her from my fury.
I wasn't familiar with this emotion. It wasn't anger, it was a mixture of relief and fear washing over him. His little sister could've been killed out there alone (over exaggeration... but whatever.) and she would've gone missing like those girls on TV. When I finally opened up my mouth and said that to her, she looked at me like I was insane.
"I'm smarter than that Dean." Kaycee said quietly, her eyes welling with tears once again. I didn't want to make her cry, but I guess there was no way to get out of that. "I'm not a little girl, and you're not my dad."
I swallowed hard, not daring look into the face of my little sister. Those words bit into me like a Windigo into some guy's heart. I nodded silently, clenching my jaw and staring at the road. The car was silent, the only sound was the hum of the engine.
After a while, we reached the motel, and I got out of the car and slammed the door behind me. I unlocked the motel room door then stepped inside, leaving the door open behind me for Sammy and Kaycee.
Sam muttered something about needing to take a shower, then grabbed his PJ's and stepped into the bathroom, leaving me and Kaycee alone in the room. My eyes were focused on the snowy TV screen, and after a few seconds I heard Kaycee's sniffling.
"Stop being such a damn crybaby." I spat, finally turning to look at her, then turning back to the TV.
Kaycee stopped sniffling, and muttered, "Sorry." then stood up and walked over to my bed and sat down next to me, watching the same blank TV screen. If this was a peace offering, I wasn't buying it.
"Sorry for ruining your time with that blond girl." Kaycee said quietly, looking down at her hands.
"Is that why you think I'm pissed? Because of that stupid blond chick with the big boobs?" when she nodded, I plowed on, "I'm pissed because you were making out with a guy you'd never even seen before. I'm pissed because you ran off in the rain without a coat. I'm pissed because you walked on the side of the highway alone. I'm pissed that you almost got yourself killed by some guy in an ugly green Cadilac. I'm pissed that-"
"I get it Dean. You're pissed at me." Kaycee said, still looking at her hands. Why wouldn't she look at me damnit, why wouldn't she just fucking look me in the eye?
I shook my head, looking sideways at her, then putting an arm slowly around her shoulders and pulling her to me. I kissed the top of her head, "No bud. I'm pissed at everyone else. It just seems like the world is out to get you." I said, putting my other arm around her.
Kaycee smiled that smile that makes me melt, then leaned her head into my chest and closed her eyes, happy that her big brother wasn't mad at her anymore. "You're a good brother Dean... I don't care what Sammy says about you." she said with a smile.
I chuckled, kissing the top of her head again, then let her slowly fall asleep in my arms, glad for the fact that she was warm like a blanket. When Sam walked out of the bathroom, drying behind his ears with a white towel, he smiled and nodded at us, "Did you crack under the pressure?" he asked jokingly.
"No man, she smiled..." I replied with a small smile, letting myself slide comfortably onto the bed. "So, Sam, we need to get you laid or something..."
