On No Ones Side (A Supernatural FanFiction)

Demonic House sitter part 1

When I was seven my school had taken a trip to the New York public library for the first time. Most of the kids didn't come because their parents thought it was too much for a young child to be out alone without them. It was only after a long time spent on convincing my dad to let me go with them that he finally agreed under the conditions that he was supposed to go with me. He just couldn't stand seeing his little princess suffer from being left out, which strangely felt important to me then. I don't know why but not going there wasn't the problem, it was not being with all my classmates.

The day that I went to the library for the first time was, according to younger me, the most important day of my life. At least it felt that way when the bus left and started heading towards our destination. My dad, in the end, couldn't come because Grandma had called and started getting sick again so he had to leave the day before. It was absolutely fine with me though. So we left.

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I woke up in the front seat of my mom's car when the sun had started rising on the horizon. The bright light had made me wince in surprise as I started to adjust to my surroundings, realizing that I wasn't at home. I had hoped that last night's events were just a dream, but as I saw my face in the mirror I could see where the fire had charred the end of my hair and the cuff of the black sweater I was wearing. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and stretching as much as the limited space of the drivers spot would allow me to, I started rubbing the hurt parts of my back from sleeping in the car for the first time. Never had I been so uncomfortable and it was only moments later that I realised how exhausted I was from the lack of sleep.

I laid back my head and let out a weary sigh, silently wondering about this new life I had. About how this was my life now; that I would probably never see the lights of New York. Everywhere I go, I thought to myself as I turned on the ignition, I will never be able to rest. Never again will I sleep in the comfort of safety. Slowly I pulled the car up back on the highway and started moving gradually faster until reaching an appropriate speed. Never again will never I see my mother. I thought I had cried enough before, but still I couldn't hold back the tears that were falling down my cheeks. I told myself to focus on the road ahead of me.

Several hours passed like dust in the wind, a constant blur of green tree's and grey pavement. It was around noon before I caught the first sign of human civilisation. It was literally a sign indicating the nearest town a couple miles further. I decided that I should keep pushing forward until reaching it then check in to the cheapest motel.

Driving was strange at first, to say the least. I had only taken a couple driving courses beforehand but they only explained the basic laws that anyone who had ever been in a car could understand. The only hands on experience I've ever had was when my dad had taken me to our grandfather's house on my mother's side. We'd only stayed at the small cottage for a weekend but he made sure to teach me how to move forward and backwards and turn. Also, when I had started on my way the night before, my emotions were a mix of anger and hatred, for myself and the demon, and grief. Luckily I managed to not break too many laws.

Apparently, the sign needed to be updated to mention that the supposed own was, in fact, a truck stop. It was only then that I realised how vastly unprepared I was for my current situation. I had just enough money to buy a turkey sandwich at one of the stalls. The first that I learned on my adventure was not to eat at truck stops. I spat out the disgustingly tasting food out of my mouth but kept the actual meal after instantly regretting it. I hadn't even thought of my financial situation. After all, how could I afford to stay in a motel when I couldn't even pay for a terrible lunch? I opened the car door and leaned back against the seat to rest my eyes for a bit.

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"Well what about this one?" Sam asked in his usual soft tone.

Dean looked up from Sam's computer, a little dazed as if he had just woken up in a completely different world. The taller of the two frowned at him in a half scowl that could've resembled sympathy had Sam not guessed at what Dean was doing.