Her legs shook. Maybe because of the weakness in them, or maybe because of the coldness. It was hard to tell. At the moment, she was numb. Numb to the world, numb to the pain, numb to the words Dean spoke to her.
"Hey, you listening?" Dean questioned, snapping his fingers in front of her face. She blinked out of her reverie. With a shaking hand, she pushed back her long, tangled hair. It was greasy as she combed her fingers through it.
"Yeah, yeah," the girl nodded. Bags were prominent under her eyes. The shirt she was was thin and torn. You could see her ribs poking through her skin.
Wherever the girl came from, it was nowhere good.
In a split second decision, Dean pulled off his jacket and placed it on his shoulders. She tensed under his touch, and winced when his hand touched her shoulder. Dean frowned, and pulled down her shirt to see her shoulder.
A black bruise stained her otherwise porcelain skin. It was a kaleidoscope of colors, black and blue the most prominent. She bit her lip, and shrugged the jacket back over her shoulder.
"Come on," Dean said, turning around to exit the parking lot. He'd have to look at that when they weren't in the freezing cold. "Sammy will be wondering where I am."
He led her to a Chevy Impala, the door squeaking on its hinges as they opened. She climbed into the front passenger's seat, relishing the heat blowing out from the air vents.
"How?" the girl questioned. Dean turned to look at her curiously as they drove down the back road. He went a least ten miles over the speed limit.
"'How' what?" Dean asked, egging her to finish her inquiry. She looked to the worn road ahead of her. Her throat was parched, and it felt like ages since she last used it.
"How did you find me? It doesn't look like you had a reason to be in the parking lot? Why did you even go near there?" the girl interrogated, her questions spilling out.
Dean took a deep breath before answering. "There was some weird shit going on around that parking lot. Signs that happened during the apocalypse. Sammy didn't want me to check it out. Thought that whatever was in there would kill me. I didn't want him there, either, so I went alone."
A frown marred his face, trying to think why he automatically gave her all the answers to the questions she voiced.
"I'm guessing you and your brother are close? That is who we're going to, right? You don't seem like you two can separate at all for very long."
"I guess you could say that." Dean silenced the conversation after that, turning up the volume to the old rock he had playing.
The girl looked out the window, trying to remember anything. Anything at all that could link her to her past. If she could remember, she could find where she belonged.
She had a sinking feeling in her stomach that she wouldn't like where she "belonged".