AN: So another day and another chapter. I'm trying to get the chapters out pretty quickly so whoever is reading this doesn't get bored waiting for me to get a new chapter up. I own nothing of Supernatural but if I did I would be pretty happy.
The Forgotten
When we got to Sam and Dean's motel room I didn't pay much attention to what Sam was saying about the doctor saying I needed to rest for another week just to be safe. I fell on the bed and thought about stuff. I know sixteen year old girls are suppose to be thinking of makeup, what dress to wear to the next school dance, and the hottest guys in the school but I thought about my dad, what he was hiding from me and how nice it was not to be alone through this whole mess. I was glad that we found Sam and Dean. Well it wasn't really found. Bobby found them we just kinda ran into them but either way they were family and that's all that matters.
I was done staring at the ceiling a total of thirty minutes after we got there. I moved to the edge of the bed and looked out the window suddenly realizing I had no clue what season it was. I was about to ask one of the boys but the room was empty. I looked around and found a note that said, 'Had to get stuff. Don't burn the place down. Sam'. I gave a sigh and sat down at the desk. It took me a few minutes of sulking to realize that there was a computer sitting right in front of me. I turned it on and went to some news site and saw that it was almost Halloween. I smiled closing the computer. Mom always made us dress up for Halloween. She said it was a way to connect with all the stuff we had to hunt, but I think it was to give me a little normal in my crazy childhood. I sighed not wanting to have a week of rest. I had a feeling everyday would be like today except it got more boring as I went through the week.
THREE WEEKS LATER…
I had just gotten to the hospital to help with Dad's physical therapy. I had been coming to the hospital to help with him ever since I was off my week long vacation. He was getting better but he wouldn't be the same. I knew that but I wasn't too sure he did. We did his usual movements and after an hour we were back in his room. I had to bring up the conversation again. I knew he wouldn't change his mind but I had to try.
"Dad…do you think we should stop hunting?" I said sitting in the chair I moved next to his bed.
"I already told you. We can't just quite." Dad replied with his usual answer.
"Dad if you haven't noticed you don't have a left arm. Maybe it's time for us to stop before something else happens. I don't want to lose you too." I mumbled the last part so he couldn't really hear it.
"I can hunt with one arm, honey. Don't worry. I know you're scared but this stuff happens and other hunters keep going at the monsters in the closet. I won't quite that easily." He said patting my hand.
"Those are other hunters Dad! They don't have a kid to worry about if anything happens to them!" I said yelling a bit too loud for a hospital.
"You're right, but I can't stop. If anything something will try to get us when we retire. We won't be prepared and we'll die, but if we keep it up we have a lot less of a chance." Dad said with concern in his eyes. "I can't bear to lose you if I knew I could have done something." Dad wiped the tear that had started down my face.
"You need some rest. See you tomorrow Dad." I said walking out the door wiping the unstoppable tears from my face.
I was walking down the hall when I heard Dad yelling for me to come back, but I kept walking. He was my rock when I needed him. I couldn't' stand for him to see me failing to be his rock. I got in my car and went back to the old motel room. Sam and Dean took care of the arm awhile ago because I assumed I was budging in on their sleeping time. I hadn't realized it was only two or I would have grabbed some lunch but right now I just needed to stop and talk. I parked my car in the beat down parking lot and opened the glove box and pulled my mom's picture out of the glove box and sat it in the passenger's seat.
"Mom, he doesn't know when it's time to quite. I…I don't know about this plan to continue hunting. He's lucky to be alive! Why does he continue to poke the sleeping bear? Death won't stop next time, Mom. I don't know if I can keep him safe much longer. I miss you so much. He would listen to you or you would have told him to stop pissing off death or something. I feel like he's not telling me something. I thought we agreed not to lie but here he is hiding the truth from me. I just need help…and I want my jacket back…" I trailed off resting my head on the steering wheel feeling really petty for wanting my jacket but I hadn't seen it since the warehouse.
I sat in my car till the clock read 4:30. "Gotta go Mom." I said as I put the picture back into its safe spot in the glove box. I walked inside and decided to try and wash the day away. I heard my cell ringing not five minutes after I got in the shower. I shut the water off and grabbed the big towel that I brought with me everywhere. It was more like a sheet in towel form. I ran out and grabbed it just before I knew the voicemail would kick in.
"What?" I said with more anger in my voice than I wanted.
"Whoa. No need to bit my head of Medusa." Dean's voice said a bit offended.
"Medusa turned people to stone Dean." I said a bit agitated still.
"Oh well. Any way, we need to take care of a little vampire problem a few cities over. You good here?" Dean asked after he finished talking to Sam.
"Yeah. I'll be fine just take care of your problem." I said with a sigh.
"Later cuz." Dean said and the line died.
I shut the blind and got dressed. I gave a quiet angry cry. Everything was going wrong or that's what it felt like at least. I called in some Chinese food hoping it would cheer me up. I ordered Lo mien, fried rice, General Tso's and sweet and sour chicken. After I ordered I gave a frustrated cry and fell to the ground next to the extra bed realizing my mistake. I ordered for me and Dad not just for me. I sat in silence till I heard a knock on the door. I got up and paid the Chinese delivery guy for my dinner and dropped the bag on the desk. I took the boxes out and used the plastic fork to dig into my food not really tasting just chewing and swallowing.
After about ten minutes I heard a knock on the door and looked at the clock on the nightstand between the two beds. I was only 5:30 but I didn't know of anyone who would drop by. I looked through the peep hole and saw Ben standing in the hall.
I opened the door and asked, "Why are you here?"
"I just haven't seen you in a while and I wanted to see if you need anything." Ben said calmly with a look of concern on his face.
"No. I think I'm set here. Thanks though." I started to shut the door but Ben's foot stopped the doors movement.
"Can I come in?" He asked.
"Sure." I said in my I don't give a crap voice opening the door back up so he could come in. After he was in I asked, "What do you want?"
"Nothing. I told you I'm just checking up on you." He replied staring at nothing in particular.
"Right, now how about the truth?" I asked seeing through his lie.
That's when he turned to me and looked me in the eyes. I felt my heart start to melt but left my face blank and tried to get my emotions in check. I couldn't risk Ben's life so I had to push him away. "Honestly. I just wanted to see you again."
I saw the truth in his eyes. He started to come closer. I didn't realize I was walking backwards till I hit the wall. When he was no more than two feet away there was another knock on the door.
"I should get that…" I said slipping between him and the wall to walk towards the door.
"Can't it wait?" Ben asked his voice sounded like he was begging.
There was another knock. "It's a door with a person on the other side. It will take like five minutes." I said with a smile as I turned to look through the peep hole again. My face twisted but I fixed that quickly and turned to Ben. "Hey can you pass me those rings on the table? I forgot to put them on."
I heard a sizzle than a stifled scream. I opened the door and grabbed the real Ben and ran for the door that led to the parking lot and the only thing that could save us, my car.
"STOP!" I heard Ben's voice scream but knew it was a shifter. Then I heard a click that was the unmistakable sound of a gun being cocked.
I quickly dug my heels into the carpet and stopped. "What!" I yelled back down the hall.
"Come back and let's sort this out. Bring me with you while you're at it." The fake Ben said still in front of the opened door. I walked back hating the feeling of walking to my death. Ben was next to me looking really confused. We walked into the room and the fake Ben said to me, "Now sit down in the chair." I did with obvious hatred on my face. "Kid use the duck tape and tie her to the chair." he directed to the real Ben.
When Ben was done wrapping duck tape on my hands behind my back and my legs to the chair legs he asked, "What's going on? Who is that?"
"Why don't you explain?" The shifter questioned me.
"Not feeling it slim bag." I said trying to sound calm and for the most part I was.
"Fine. I'll ask questions and you answer or he gets shot." The shifter said aiming the gun at Ben.
"Fine toad face." I said through my teeth.
"What do you do for a living?"
"I hunt." I answered simply.
"What do you hunt? Now remember to answer these questions honestly." The shifter said ready to shoot.
"Monsters." another answer through my teeth.
"Such as?" He dragged out the last word.
"Well you Mr. Skin changer." I said in a kiddie voice.
"I might just shoot you now." The shifter pointed the gun to my head. I closed my eyes ready for anything.
"No!" Ben screamed.
"What? Do you have a little crush? How cute! The hunter and the idiot who fell in love." the shifter said in a fake excited voice.
While he was doing his little rant I tried to free myself from my duck tape prison. I was failing then I tried something that was a last resort. I forced the chair in the air then when it hit the ground it shattered. While the shifter stared down at me in shock on my back Ben grabbed the gun and shot the fake Ben.
"Go distractions!" I said lift in my arm up in a fist. I slowly got up surprised I wasn't impaled by any of the chair splinters. "Speaking of team work, I didn't know you could shoot a gun."
"Dean taught me." Ben said.
"You remember?" I asked quietly.
"Yeah…but that's not the point. Are you ok?" He asked quickly.
"I'm fine Ben. Now come on I need help burying fake you." I said with a smile.
Within an hour we had the body out of the motel, via window so those pesky cameras couldn't see, and had made it to an abandoned part of the woods to bury it. It took a good hour and a half to get a decent sized hole. We rolled the body in and covered the grave up.
"Should we say something?" Ben asked standing in front of the grave as I tried to walk away.
"He was a good shifter. One of the only ones to get me tied in a chair, but he possibly tore my Dad's arm off…so rot in Purgatory." I said with a straight face. That seemed to suffice for Ben so we both walked off heading back to my car that I would have to shampoo pretty soon. I was the first to speak once we got into the less dense part of the forest. "Great first date. Don't you think?" I said with a smile.
"First date?" Ben questioned.
"I'm joking….jeez don't have a panic attack." I said a little disappointed.
"If you want to consider it a first date that's fine with me. We'll just make the best of what's left." Ben said grabbing my hand.
I smiled happy that I had a somewhat normal guy and a nowhere near normal first date.