Disclaimer: I own nothing of Supernatural. I do not get any payment for writing these stories. I only claim my original character. **This has darker themes later in the story. Trigger warning**
CH: 2 Not So Ordinary
Waking up to the sounds of birds starting their morning chores, I opened my eyes to see the oranges and pinks of the sunrise. Morning dew had made my blanket and clothes damp; shivering, I stood up and went back to my window. Pausing a moment to look in, I saw the chair had been bumped away from my door a few inches, but the room was dark and quiet. I climbed back in and grabbed what I needed for the day. After showering and getting dressed I snuck quietly down the stairs and out the door. It was too early for school, but I figured I would walk and grab some coffee on the way. There was a little diner not far from the school. The walk was about four miles, but I had the time.
I walked quickly, eager to get some coffee. It was a brisk, spring morning. I walked through the gravel of the diner parking lot, noticing a black muscle car in the parking lot. It had a Kansas license plate. Other than the black car, the parking lot had one red car parked near the doors. I walked into the diner and looked around for a seat. There was plenty to choose from… two guys sitting in a booth near the bathroom and one older man sitting at the counter. I chose a booth by the door and slid into the seat, putting my phone on the table in front of me.
"What can I get you, hun?" the waitress asked, her lips smeared in bright red lipstick and eyelids heavy under about three pounds of sparkly blue eyeshadow.
"Um… I'll just have a coffee and some wheat toast, please." I responded, "With some cream for the coffee please." I added before the waitress, with a nametag of "Sarah", left the table.
Sarah pursed her lips for a moment before saying "Sure thing. Coffee and toast comin right up. But a growing girl like you should have some fruit or something."
"I'll make sure to put some strawberry jam on my toast." I said, smirking a little. I didn't need some woman that probably smoked a pack an hour telling me about healthy lifestyle choices.
She turned away then, with an annoyed look on her face. She went behind the counter and brought back some coffee and cream to my table, without a word to me. Then went on to the table at the end with their food.
I watched her walk down to them, one guy was facing me. Looking at him, trying not to be obvious, I could see that he had longish hair, and a strong jawline. He was tall, even sitting down I could tell he was not vertically challenged. The other sitting across from him, I could only see the back of his head. He had a clean haircut, that's all I could see. And he seemed very excited to be getting food. He was enthusiastically taking the plates from the waitress. After she delivered all the plates to them, she headed back towards the counter and returned with my toast.
"Here you go. Toast." she said to me as she dropped the plate in front me.
"Perfect. Thanks." I said as I picked up my phone to look the time. I still had about 45 minutes before I needed to be at school.
As I ate, I people watched the workers and few customers. The guy at the counter was heavy set and balding. He looked like he was sweating; a heart attack waiting to happen. He kept shifting in his seat and clearing his throat. The waitresses all stood together, gossiping about something. They kept looking at the two guys in the booth: I had a feeling that was what the gossip was about.
I finished eating and got up to head to the bathroom, as I walked towards it I saw the guy in the booth, the one with long hair, look up at me as I neared. He gave a quick smile and looked back at the other guy in the booth. I finished in the bathroom and headed back towards my table to pay and get to school. As I walked back the other guy in the booth looked up at me and gave a smile as well. I looked at him for a second as I continued to my table; it was definitely these two that the waitresses were all gossiping over. The second guy had green eyes and a handsome face. I got back to my table, grabbed my backpack and left the money on the table. I put my ear phones in and started out the door without a look back. I was halfway through the parking lot when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Whirling around, I saw my foster dad standing behind me.
"What do you think you are doing?! Where were you last night?!" he yelled at me, gripping my upper arm tightly and slightly shaking it.
"Why were you in my room looking for me?" I harshly retorted back. I was trying to pull out his grip, but he just squeezed harder.
"Just shut up. Get in the car." He hissed at me pulling me towards his car.
"I have to go to school! I'm not going anywhere alone with you!" I yelled back, this time pushing into him trying to knock him off balance so he would loosen his grip on me.
"Hey! What's going on here?" someone yelled.
I swiveled my head in the direction of the yell; the guy with the handsome face was behind the voice. It was enough of a distraction that lessened his grip on my arm. As soon as he did, I took off. Running across the main street I ran as fast as I could.
"Dammit! Megan! Get back here!" I could hear Mr. McGill yelling at me. I didn't turn around, just kept running. I wasn't paying attention to anything around me, other than leaving as fast as humanly possible. I didn't even see the car until I heard the squeal of tires and felt the crushing impact and intense and overpowering pain. Then blissfully...nothing.
Dean walked out of the diner, as he did he heard a commotion from the middle of the parking lot. The teenage girl that had been inside earlier, was standing there with an older man trying to drag her towards a car.
"Hey! What's going on here?" Dean yelled as he sprinted towards the duo. Both turned to stare at him as he approached, and then the girl took off in the direction towards the road.
"Dammit! Megan! Get back here!" the older man roared at the girl as she ran. She didn't slow down and ran right into the road, not even noticing a car coming straight at her.
"Stop!" Sam was yelling, running after her. He was nearing the sidewalk as the girl and car met. The car was trying to stop, but still it was a fast hit. The girl flew up and hit the windshield and then was tossed into the air and landed about 15 feet away from the car.
"Megan!" the older man was yelling, running towards the girl. "Oh my God! Megan!"
Sam reached the girl, not letting anyone move her. Some bystanders had come over to help, and people from passing cars all stopped,
Dean was running towards his brother and the girl, already on the phone with 911. "A girl was just hit by a car. She's not moving; we need an ambulance, NOW!" he yelled at the operator.
Dean reached his brother and the girl as he finished telling the operator where they were located. They could already hear sirens in the distance. "Is she alive? Breathing?" Dean asked as he kneeled down near her.
Sam had his hand on her neck and wrist checking for a pulse. "Yeah, I feel one. Barely there, but I feel it."
Dean stood up and turned to the older man, "What the hell man?! Why did you have your hands on her?!" He was furious at the man that was just standing there, looking around and not even trying to get near the girl.
"She's my foster daughter! I was going to take her home. I…. I mean WE, wanted her to come home to talk with her. Some family issues needed to be talked about. If YOU hadn't have interfered this would never have happened!" Mr. McGill yelled back at Dean.
The ambulance and techs got there and started working on the girl.
"Cliff! What happened?" a police officer asked the older man.
"I was taking with Megan, and these guys got in the way and she took off running. We have been having some discipline problems with Megan lately. I was going to bring her home, but you can see how that turned out!" Mr. McGill answered the officer. He turned to the medical techs and started talking with them.
The officer then turned to Dean and Sam, "Who are you two?"
"I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean." Sam said, trying to keep the peace by being cooperative.
"Can you tell me what happened?" officer asked them.
"Yeah, we were leaving the diner and saw this guy trying to pull the girl into a car. She was fighting back and we just yelled out asking what was going on. The girl took off running, and ran right in front of a car. We didn't know anything about the foster parent/daughter thing. She looked pretty upset with him grabbing her." As Sam talked with the officer, Dean stayed silent watching the techs work over the girl. The guy, Cliff, just stood there looking uncomfortable. Not really fitting the whole, concerned foster dad thing. As he was watching he saw Cas standing to the side with the other bystanders. Dean caught his eye and gave him a "What the hell are you doing here?" look. Cas looked somberly at him for a moment, then got lost in the crowd.
Dean turned back to the conversation Sam was having with the officer. "He is a detective with the force here. I'm sure you misunderstood the situation. Just give us your number in case we have any more questions. Here is my contact information if you remember anything else." the officer finished talking and walked away to talk with other witnesses.
"Hey, I just saw Cas over there. Just standing watching the girl." Dean filled Sam in on the angel sighting.
"Huh. I wonder what he was doing here… I mean it's sad, but doesn't seem anything that he would be involved in." Sam said, as he scanned the crowd looking for Cas.
"I dunno. But I have a feeling he is going to be following the girl…" Dean replied, watching the ambulance pull away, running hot towards the hospital. "I guess the next stop is the hospital. We need to go there anyway to talk with the doctors and try to get a look at the latest victim. We may just run into some angel action when we get there."
"Yeah...okay. Let's go then." Sam said, as they started heading back to Baby. "I have a feeling this is just the start to an eventful day."
"Ppphhh...great." Dean mumbled getting behind the wheel and making his Baby rumble to life.
Not sure what to expect what to expect when they got there, the brothers were quiet contemplating the morning's events.