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- Third-person point of view -
Dean's phone lay on one of the study's many tables; their minds were not focused on the device for the first time in days. Instead on the wounded witch that sat before them and just at that moment, sound escaped the speaker as he received a call.
"Lilly?" Sam asked his brother as his eyes shot up. Wishing that was the case he reached for his phone, the corners of his lips curled upwards with hope. Instead, he was met with an unfamiliar number.
"Hello?" Dean asked in confusion.
"Hello —Am I speaking with Castiel?" an older man sounded at the other end of the line. Dean frowned slightly at hearing the man struggle to pronounce the angel's name.
"Erm — no, but he is here, do you need to speak with him?" his eyes were glued to the ones of his brother as they shared confusion. It got quiet on the other end of the line for a split second before distant voices were heard, but not clear.
"I suppose a Dean or Sam Winchester would also suffice," the man continued.
"I'm Dean, yes," he replied before discomfort hit him. "I'm sorry but — who is this?"
"My apologies for not introducing myself, I'm Russel. I'm from Silver City in Nevada, a humble farmer but that's not why I'm calling. My son found a girl about half an hour ago, she says she knows you."
Right as Russel spoke those words that echoed through the bunker, Bobby made a turn into the crow's nest from heading out to get supplies. His heart sank to his stomach causing his legs to become weak. Taking a seat was all he could do after the duffel had escaped his grip and had fallen to the ground.
"Yes! Lilly? Are you talking about Lilly-Mae Mooney? Five-foot-five? Dark brown hair and eyes?"
"That's the one," Russel replied with a chuckle, and not a second later Dean's screaming echoed through the bunker to call Castiel over.
"Can we speak to her? Is she okay?"
"How about you ask her yourself?" the man chuckled once more as he too seemed filled with joy. Her voice flooded into their ears not much after.
- Lilly-Mae's point of view -
My fingers were intertwined with the telephone cord as I could finally speak with the people I cared about without being scared. After what felt like weeks of being surrounded by nothing, the four walls around me felt claustrophobic but I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
"I'm alright, tired and hungry, but I'm okay," I reassured them while giving Russel a gentle smile. He seemed nice, and so did the rest of his family. Although waking up with a shotgun pointed at your head is as terrifying as you'd think it is. Maybe Liam, the farmer's oldest son, and I had gone off on the wrong foot. I didn't blame him, however. I looked either on all the drugs or like someone with rabies that had slept the night on their property. Little did I know that about fifty steps further was a warm hayloft to spend the night, or maybe even a nice bed. Russel's family was welcoming and caring. As I was on the phone and Gina, the farmer's wife, heard me complain about my needs she started preparing a sandwich right away. "I'd love it if you guys came and picked me up," I smiled after hearing Dean's entire rant about how I should stay there and look around the place to make sure I was safe. As Gina went through the cabinets I was able to locate the salt already. The conversation came to an end and Russel took over once more, reassuring the boys their little sister would be safe, and the already large smile on my face widened even more.
