Are We Meant to Be?

Chapter 7

It had been about a week and a half of me living with Sam and Dean. I could walk on my own and didn't hurt much anymore. Sam had finally been treating me like a friend and things weren't full of tension anymore. Now that I was better, I was worried about going back. I actually loved living with them. I had a family again. The conversation I feared happened after lunch.

"Miranda, we need to talk." Sam stated.

"What's up?"

"You're better now. As much as you don't like it, we're taking you home."

"No. Please don't. Please. I love living with you guys. It's not safe at home. That demon got me. How do you know something else won't?"

"You can't just stay with us forever. You agreed it was only until you were better. I'm sorry, but it's how it has to be." I reluctantly packed and we went out to the car and they drove me back to my apartment. There was crime scene tape over 3 of my neighbors' doors.

"What's all that from?" Dean asked, motioning at the tape.

"Probably burglaries. I told you this area was high crime. Umm, will you guys scope out my apartment before you leave just to be sure no one's there?"

"Yeah. We'll check it out." We went inside, they checked every possible place in the apartment. It was clear.

"I guess this is it, huh? You guys leave to go off to your life and I'm stuck in the miserable excuse for one that is mine."

"Hey, just because we aren't at the same place doesn't mean we can't still talk to each other. You're still our friend, Miranda."

I simply nodded. I said my goodbyes to them both and they sped off in the impala. I put my clothes away, heated up a frozen meal for dinner, then sat on the couch and watched reruns of who knows what. Eventually, I climbed in bed and tried to fall asleep. I was so nervous to sleep in my apartment. Another demon or person could break in and kill me because I was talking to them. I was so nervous and upset that I frantically called Sam.

"Hello?" He answered on the second ring.

"Sam." I said through my tears of fear.

"What's wrong? Calm down."

"I'm scared Sam. I'm terrified. Another demon or even a person can break in at any time and kill me. The demon who kidnapped me said he wanted to use me as bait because I was talking to you guys. I'm scared that someone is after me because they know that I know you. I don't know what to do and I can't sleep and I'm freaking out Sam." I said frantically, progressively getting faster.

"You gotta relax. You're gonna be ok. We killed that demon and no other demons were in that building."

"But Sam, just because there weren't any more in that building doesn't mean there weren't any more anywhere. I just don't feel safe. I can hear gunshots outside all day, I hear cop cars every half hour, I'm just scared. I felt safe with you guys."

"I'm sorry. All I can say is that you'll be ok. I tell you what, go to sleep, and text me or call me in the morning. If I don't hear from you by 10, then I will call you and if needed, we will come over there and save you from whatever is there ok?"

"Ok. Goodnight Sam."

"Goodnight. It's ok. Just relax." I hung up. I eventually fell asleep. I woke up at about 9:45 to a blood curdling scream. Two actually. One from next door and one from across the hall. I peeked my head out of my door to see two men running down the stairs in all black. I cautiously went next door to where one of my co workers lived. I went inside only to see her stabbed to death on the couch. I had to cover my mouth to keep from throwing up. I went across the hall to a man's apartment. He was stabbed to death in bed. I had tears flowing down my face. I called 911. The cops arrived quickly. I gave them my statement of what happened. "I heard two screams, so I peeked my head out my door and saw 2 men running down the steps. I went in their apartments to see what had happened and I saw them both dead" I told the officer. I sat at my door as they investigated, too frightened to go inside and be alone. I probably sat there for hours.

All of a sudden, Sam and Dean came running up the steps. " Miranda?!" They shouted. They were stopped by the cops.

"It's ok officer. They're with me." He let them by.

"Are you ok?" Sam asked.

"Not really. What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Well, you didn't call me, and I called but it went straight to voicemail."

"Oh. I was calling 911 when you called probably."

"What happened?" He asked as we went inside.

"My neighbors were both just stabbed to death." I said as some tears fell down my face. "I woke up to them screaming."

"I'm so sorry."

"I told you this place isn't safe. Now do you see why I'm so scared? This happens all the time in this neighborhood. That could have been me last night." I snapped with a bit of an unintentional angry edge.

"It isn't very safe you're right, but what do you want me to do?"

"Why can't I stay with you guys? It's safe there. You guys seem to at least sort of care about me. I get decent meals, I have hot water, I don't have to fear for my life every stinking day when I'm there. Please?" Sam and Dean exchanged glances. Sam shook his head and went outside and back to the car.

"I'm sorry about him. Things are just..... Complicated."

"I know things are. I really hate that I'm the reason things are complicated. Look, I totally get it if you don't want me to stay with you guys. I'm just scared, and based on my conversation with him last night, he seemed to care that I was scared."

"You are definitely staying with us. It's not safe here. That could have easily been you just like you said, and we want you safe. Let's pack up your stuff and get going."

"Really? You're letting me stay with you?"

"Yes. You need to be safe. Now let's go." We got a bag from my closet and packed all my clothes and toiletries. We then headed out.