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On the back seat of the impala, I leaned my head back, closing my eyes while I waited for Sam and Dean to get in.
They were outside having some final quick words with Bobby before we left for some place in Iowa. I'd never been there before, I hadn't been anywhere but California, Nevada and South Dakota. However, I was only a couple of months old when I lived in California, then had to leave for some reason my mom would never tell me to Nevada where she met Rick who brought us over to South Dakota. I tried imagining Rick as a kind, thoughtful person but I just couldn't see how someone could change so much.
I was startled by the squeaking of the side door opening and seeing Sam's face. "Are you okay?" He asked delicately, "Are you cold?" Now I thought about it, I was freezing, with my hair still drenched from the rain (which had cleared away by this point, revealing the dark midnight sky) and with just my bare feet. I nodded and so he handed me a jacket of his to wrap around my shoulders.
Though it didn't seem like much, it felt so much better to be thought about for once. I'd always had to care for and look out for myself. I had no real friends that would ask if I was ever okay, not that I would tell them the real truth anyway. But it's always nice to think that someone actually cares, it's just a kind thought really.
Sam shut the door and got in at the passenger side, waiting for Dean to finish with Bobby. Turning his head to look at me, he licked his lips and then spoke gently, "You know you'll be safe with us?" he tried comforting me as much as he could, "We're good friends with Bobby; I'm guessing you are too."
I nodded, "Yeah, he was the only one I could talk to about…" I stopped myself. I had barely known this man for ten minutes, I wasn't about to babble on to him about my life troubles.
He sensed that I wasn't in the mood for talking about anything right then and simply nodded and turned back around, "Why don't you get some rest, we'll wake you up when we get there. Oh, and there's been a change of plan, we're going to a safe house instead, we think it'll be a lot safer considering they might be looking for you."
I pulled my feet up on the seat and crossed my legs, trying to keep as warm as I could. Resting my head on the window, I looked out into the darkness. In the distance was the flashing lights from the cop cars and the ambulances parked outside my house, people from other houses gathering and gossiping in their dressing gowns, most probably drawing their own conclusions as to what had actually happened.
The sound of another car door squeaking and then slamming rocked the car slightly. Dean sat down in the driver seat and started the engine, it sounded almost therapeutic, it made me feel calmer than I had all night. Turning my head to see out of the other side, I saw Bobby wave at me and then return to his house as we started moving. As I returned to my position of resting against the window, we drove past the whole crime scene and Sam told me to keep my head low for just a minute while we did so.
We reached the outside of my neighborhood and I returned to my position once again, closing my eyes and trying to drift off to sleep. Sam and Dean tried to have a conversation but worried I would overhear and begin to worry, I took this as the opportunity to take my phone from my pocket and plug my earphones in.
When they realized I could no longer hear them, they began talking like normal again. I watched as their lips moved, not understanding what they were saying, until they mouthed my name. I know I shouldn't have been eavesdropping but I couldn't help myself; I paused my music so I could hear their conversation, it seemed that Dean was telling Sam the situation which Bobby had explained to him- about me.
"She wasn't exactly brought up into the best family…" Dean started, "…Apparently her mom, a stripper in one of the local clubs. Her boyfriend Rick, he was a dealer."
"Drug dealer? Really?" Sam sighed as if in disappointment. "What about when Bobby was saying about all the crap he put them through?"
Dean cleared his throat, "Bobby said he liked to take his anger out on them, he'd come home all drunk and hit them." He shook his head and clenched his jaw, "Man, guys like him deserve to rot in hell."
Sam nodded in agreement, "So it was the mom and Hannah? Poor kid."
"I know, and I guess this time he went too far." Dean glanced in his mirror to see me with my eyes shut, thinking I was asleep and said to Sam quietly, "Bobby said she didn't have any friends, that she had literally no-one to go to until he saw it happening one time. She actually trusts Bobby and told him everything. I'd say she's gonna have a lot of baggage and we're gonna have to be very careful Sammy."
It was a relief to know that I wouldn't be the only one trying to make something better, that I'd have other people as well to help me. With that final thought, I relaxed and turned my music back on, mixed with the sound of the engine of the impala, I was asleep and dreaming.