Supernatural

Estelle picked up the fake passport. Angela Price, 17. She could get in serious trouble for this. Dean had helped her print off a range of fake IDs when they arrived here but she did not think she would have to use one so soon. Her photo had been edited, stretched to make her look older and she had added digital make up. She would have to add a change of clothes to her bag for when she got to the airport. The airplane left in 4 hours. She had already checked and, using her knowledge of computer hacking, printed a fake boarding pass. She had looked up the location of the warehouse. It did indeed exist and was enormous but there was no information on what was inside. She would just have to hope that Cas was right.

"What are you doing?" Estelle spun around in shock to see Rayna, who she thought was asleep, sitting up in bed, staring with curiosity. Her hair was tangled and she had dark bags under her eyes. She obviously had trouble sleeping. Estelle was reluctant to answer. She knew this was all a bad idea and Rayna would surely try to stop her but she was her best friend. She tugged her necklace and decided to give her half the truth.

"I have to go to Washington DC. There's this warehouse being guarded by demons and there's important stuff inside. Promise you won't tell Sam or Dean."

"How many demons?" Estelle took a deep breath.

"Two hundred" she muttered.

"Estelle, you've never fought a demon before. Yellow eyes doesn't count. You could die!" Then she smiled. "Alright, I won't tell Sam and Dean but take this." She handed her a slip of paper. "It's an exorcism chant. I don't want you killing anyone." The two of them stared awkwardly at each other for a few seconds before hugging. "Don't die. Ok?" Estelle nodded.

"Well you'd better get going before they come back."

The airport was busy. Estelle had never been to one before without an adult and people were turning to stare at her. She rushed for the nearest restroom and locked herself in an empty cubicle. She changed out of her leather jacket, skinny jeans and sneakers and instead put on a smart and tight, floral dress. She replaced her trainers with strapless shoes with padding at the bottom to make her a few inches taller and then went to the mirror. She put on bigger earrings before covering her eyes and lips with thick layers of makeup. She pulled her hair into a neat bun, securing it with two pins and disguised her eyes with thick framed glasses. She checked her watch. She had just ten minutes more to get through security! She hurriedly showed her passport to the bored looking woman at the gate who did not look at her twice and put her bag through the security machine. All her weapons were hidden behind a sheet of x-ray proof card inside her hollowed out book. The machine would not notice them. Her bag came through without her being stopped and, trying to wipe all looks of nervousness off her face. She queued up to get on the plane. A bored man this time checked her boarding pass like everyone else's and nodded to her to carry on.

March 2010

Estelle thought for a moment. What would her mom look like? Then she started scribbling away again. It was pouring with rain outside today when the whole home were meant to be going to the park so the staff had got them drawing their families which proved a task for Estelle, not knowing what they looked like. Marcie, a pretty but mean 11 year old came and looked at her picture. "Drawing your imaginary parents?" Estelle ignored her. "Why bother? They never wanted you otherwise why did they dump you here?" She looked away, tears coming to her eyes. Marcie's parents died in a car crash a year ago. "Marcie, leave her alone!" It was Justin. Even though he was three years older than her, they had become good friends over the last four years. "Wow nerd-breath, I can actually smell your geekiness from over here. Defending your little girlfriend are you?" Estelle caught a glimpse of Justin rubbing the scar on his cheek from the last time he messed with her. Estelle glanced to Lynn for help but she had backed away into the corner, sensing a fight. "I bet your parents were as ugly as you but you were such an annoying, ugly baby that they had to give you away." At that, she stood up. "You want to fight? There's no Traci here to take your side this time." Traci had been like her mom, brushing her hair, taking her shopping and even naming her after her. She had had to leave though. She had got a job at another home down in Florida. "Mommy and daddy wouldn't be proud of you now. Their naughty Stelly smelly." Estelle pounced, landed directly on top of her. Marcie was taller, heavier and had sharp nails but she was far stronger. She punched Marcie three times in the face and made a grab for her hair. Marcie wrapped her arm around Estelle's neck but Estelle bit her arm and she screamed. "Estelle. Estelle" most of the room cheered. Estelle kicked her in the stomach when she was interrupted. "Estelle, Marcie, what is going on?" It was Jeannine, head of the home. "Marcie started it" Estelle said, automatically. "It doesn't matter. Both of you were involved so I think a suitable punishment is locked in bedrooms with no dinner.

Estelle sat on her bed. "Stupid Jeannine thinks she can control us" she murmured with anger but Marcie's words came back to sting her. What if her family did hate her? What if they could not stand the sight of her and her father was abusive and her mother was weak so they dumped her here? Of course there were better stories she had made up. Her mom was a kind, young girl who found she could not look after her child well enough. She brought her here because she knew she would be cared for. Then there was her favourite story. Either her mom or dad was a secret agent and, knowing the spy lifestyle was dangerous for a child, had left her here and would one day pick her up to train her to be just like them.

Her stomach rumbled. She could smell the take away pizza downstairs. There was no way Jeannine would let her eat anything unless… Justin had tried to teach her to pick locks. She had not been able to do it then but she was desperate now. Maybe, just maybe. She stuck her hair pin in the lock and waited, feeling disappointed. It would not work. Then, suddenly, click. The door swung open. She was successful!