"DEAN!" The loud voice booms over the speaker. I flinch. "Dammit boy, you scared the HELL out of me! Where are you?" I stay quiet. God Sam is not gonna like this. "Dean? Talk to me kid, are you alright?" "Y-yeah dad I'm great..." I manage to say.

"Where are you." Crap he's demanding now. "Uh... Your not drunk... Right?" "Course I'm not Dean. Why would you think that?" "I don't know..." I need to get off the phone now! He is probably gonna track it down and beat the crap out of me! A single tear runs down my face. "Dean. I need to know where you are now!" Before I can stop myself I say "Bobby's."

Whoops... Didn't mean to say that. "Bobby's? I'm going to get you. Just... JUST STAY THERE!" Before I get a chance to protest, the line dies. Guilt is now eating me up. I need to warn Bobby. I quickly dial one of his numbers. It rings.

"Hello?" The gruff voice on the other end asks. "BOBBY!" I yell unconciously. "Dean?" "Yeah it's me." I say quickly. "Hey son. I haven't talked to you in a while. I know what your da-" i cut him off. "He's headed over to your house now Bobby. I'm so sorry!" I hear the older hunter sigh.

"It's not your fault kid. Don't worry 'bout it, I'll keep him at work." I hear him faintly smile over the phone. I chuckle. "Thankyou Bobby. So much!" "Don't sweat it kid. Be good alright?" I nod forgetting he couldn't see me. "Yeah I will. Don't let my dad drink either." I hear him snort over the line. "You don't have to worry about that. See ya, kid." "Bye Bobby." I hang up. Still feeling guilty. Knowing Bobby he will probably set dad straight but you never know. I return to my earlier task of getting my jacket on.

Dad gave me this jacket. For my 18th birthday. When he wasn't a drunk dick. I wonder how bad of a hangover he had. I don't care. I run over to the bathroom do a quick splash to the face and look at myself in the mirror. Man i look like crap. The black and blue bruise has now taken on a yellowish tinge. Or that could be the lighting. The bathroom doesn't have the best lighting so I'm not sure.

I walk out of the bathroom with a wet face. I didn't bother to dry it. The cool air feels nice. I open the door and glance at the clock. 1:40? Only ten minutes went by? I sigh in disbelief. I return to my task and walk to the Cozy Nook. Needing to retrieve my things and the impala.

I forgot about her. How could I do that? Damn stupid dad. Making me forget about my baby. She used to be his. He gave it to me (again) for my 18th birthday. Its the best present ever.

I continue walking for a good fifteen minutes until- "Hey... I know you!" Crap. One of Sammy's friends from yesterday. I speed up. So does he. "Hey wait up! I wanna talk to you!" I am most certainly NOT going to wait up. I don't need Sam's friends involved in my TERRIBLE life!

He follows me around. He eventually picks up the pace and steps infront of me. "Damn man, what happened to your face?" I flinch at the memory. "You one of Sam's friends?" He asks dropping the subject. I nod unconsiously. Knowing this guy is probably going to tell Sam all about this.

"I'm Mitchell. What's your name?" I think for a few seconds. "Randy..." Theres a pause. Mitchell looks suspisiously at me. "Whatever man. How come I've never seen you around?" I need to think of something fast. "Well what has... Sam told you?" "What does Sam have to do with this?" I look around before signaling him closer. He understands as i whisper "Everything."

He chuckles and I smile. "No I'm kidding. The reason is I have been staying with my uncle... Robert, while i retook highschool." The little Sam conversation gave me time to think of that lie. He nods. "Well gotta run, and put some ice on your face." He walks away after that. I think I just made a new friend.

I walk down Atwood street to the Cozy Nook. I'm once again thankful to see the impala in one piece. I dig out the room key and enter the "not so cozy" motel room. Everything is where I left it. Not even a fly. Which is weird. I walk in and pick up my things. I give this place one last glance before leaving. "Adios" i say to the motel room before shutting the door.

I walk down to the office and hand the woman the room key. She gives me a suspicious glance and says "Didn't you pay for three nights?" I nod. "Whats the rush?" It's really none if her freaking buisness! I need to be at Sam's place before he gets home, although he will see the impala. "I just want to hit the road." She bobs her head up and down.

"You didn't even come back yesterday. You paid for three nights at a motel and don't even sleep here?" I nod. "Can you just give me my money?" I made that sound kind of harsh. She quickly raids for the money. "Here you go, sir. Have a nice day, and put some ice on your face." I thank her (for nothing really) and take off in my baby. Filling my ears with its sootheing rumble of the tires, as I head back to Sammy's.