*All characters except Danica are the intellectual property of the makers of Supernatural. Danica is the intellectual property of me.*
Just as suddenly he was gone. Sam and Dean both turned and stared at me.
"I told you." I smirked at them and then went to my bag. Digging through I grabbed a button up shirt and went to the bathroom to change. After I locked the door I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and grimaced at what I saw in the mirror. All those years in hell had not left a mark but the one year on earth had. I was glad Dad hadn't opened my shirt because there was no way to hide the scars that layered my skin. I shook my head and quickly did up the fresh shirt. Tossing the bloody torn one in the trash I stepped out of the bathroom to see my Father and Uncle whispering to each other at the door.
"So um, I guess you're coming with us. " Dean walked out the door without looking at me and Dad grabbed my bag. He held the motel door open for me as I walked through. I stopped short when I saw what car Dean was sitting in.
"Danny?" Dad had stopped and was looking at me with worry on his face.
"Whose car is that?"
"Well Dean's but it belonged to our dad, um your grandfather."
"Now I understand the car." I sighed and gestured for Dad and Uncle Dean to follow me. I pulled out a set of car keys and walked around the building. Sitting in the parking spot for the motel room I had been staying in was my car, a green '67 Chevy impala.
"Dear old Uncle Crowley gave this to me when he brought me topside. Now I get why. Fucking cocksucker." I growled and went to the trunk. I felt a hand grab my arm. I turned and saw Dad glaring at me.
"Young lady watch your language!" said Sam, almost confused by his own fatherly instincts.
"Come on Dad, I'm eighteen. I can't exactly change now." I stuck my tongue out at him then ducked under his grasp. Digging through my open trunk I shoved all my stuff into a pink and purple duffel bag. I closed the trunk to find Uncle Dean looking over the engine.
"Dude, look at this! She's a beauty." He had grease up to his elbows and a huge grin on his face.
"Uncle Dean do you want a minute alone with her?" I snickered as I watched the horror cross his face as he realized what I was thinking. He slammed the hood down and stomped back around the building. I looked at my father and shrugged.
"Sorry kiddo but he takes cars very seriously. You wanna drive?" He opened the back door of the car and threw our bags in.
"I thought we would be leaving it here. I don't exactly want to be found."
"Well let's not waste a perfectly decent car. Come on we should hit the road." I threw dad the keys since I had no idea where we were going. He got in and started the car and Avenged Sevenfold began blaring through the speakers. Dad jumped at the sound and I snickered before turning it down so I could hear him speaking.
"So Danny, I'm gunna be honest I have no idea what to do. I didn't exactly have the greatest dad and you appear to be all grown up." He glanced at me and I could see the pain and sadness in his eyes.
"It's okay dad. You didn't know. I suppose I shouldn't even exist but I do. I just don't ever want to go back with Crowley. That's all I ask." My eyes were stinging with tears that wanted to be released but I refused to let them. I turned to face the window and watch the passing cars.
"Danny, did Crowley ever, ah, you know." Dad's cheeks turned bright red.
"He did a lot…but he never stooped that far." I shuddered as I remembered the day that Crowley had allowed one of his right hands mans to do that deed for him. I quickly shook my head and composed myself focusing on the here and now.
"Danny..." Sam's voice was hard and strained. I knew he had seen my face.
"Okay fine. He allowed it to happen. That's all I'm saying. It's the past and I'm stronger for it. Now please drop it."
"I will not!" I jumped as dad slammed his hand off of the steering wheel. "What son-of-a bitch raped you Danica. I swear to God I will hunt him down and kill him with my bare hands."
"He's already dead dad, I killed him." I glanced over and saw him relax just a little. I reached into the back seat and grabbed his bag pulling out one of his oversized sweaters. Tugging it on over my head I turned the music up and settled in for a nap not wanting to talk anymore.
I woke to Dad gently calling my name and shaking my shoulder.
"We're here kiddo." He got out and grabbed our bags. I stretched and quickly remembered that my arm was wounded. Grimacing I got out of the car and looked around. We were near a wooded area and there was nothing in sight except for what appeared to be a drain pipe.
"Um dad? Where's here?" He laughed and began to walk towards the drainpipe. He suddenly disappeared and I scrambled to catch up with him. As I entered the drain pipe I saw a door and quickly proceeded inside. There was a stairwell that I followed down and saw Dad and Uncle Dean arguing. I began walking around the main room, not really touching anything for fear I would piss him off more.
"Danny!" I swung around and saw that Dad had disappeared leaving me with my Uncle.
"Yea?" I walked over to him and stopped far enough away that he couldn't grab me.
"Take your bag and go pick a room." He gestured towards the back of the room where I could see a hallway. I grabbed my bags and headed off. After walking for a few minutes, I picked the room closest to the main rooms that appeared unoccupied. I quickly removed all my clothes and organized them in the dresser. I pulled out my drawing pad and pencils and went in search of a comfortable place to doodle.
I rapidly got lost in this large place and wandered into a kitchen. Looking in the cupboards I realized that they really had nothing here that I liked. I turned around to find Dad leaning against the doorframe watching me.
"Stalker much?" I smirked at him and went to see if the fridge had any bottles of water. Bingo! I swiped two and turned back to my Dad.
"So um, there isn't much here. Your Uncle and I aren't home making type. I was wondering if you would like to go into town and grab some stuff?"
"If that includes a new drawing pad, some tea, chocolate, and some actual bedding, then yes." I stuck my tongue out and dogged under his playful swing. He took chase and I ran down the halls screaming playfully as I just barely stayed ahead of him. I rounded a corner and slammed directly into Dean who grabbed me and held me while Sam mercilessly tickled me. After about five minutes we were all out of breath and sitting on the floor. I opened one of the bottles of water and downed it. When I finished Uncle Dean offered me his hand and pulled me to my feet.
"Come on kiddo lets go get you some stuff." He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and led me towards the door. Suddenly he let go and I almost fell over. I glanced at him and watched as his face clouded with hatred. Looking up I realized that I was in a devils trap. Dad was nowhere to be seen and Uncle Dean was holding a dagger.