I pointed out the street and then the house as we reached it, and the car stopped halfway on the sidewalk, the engine shutting off. Dean and Sam got out of the car quickly and started towards the house before they realized I was still frozen in the backseat, my mind working doubletime as my plan refused to pull itself together. What was I going to do? I hardly knew this girl. Her parents wouldn't let me stay with them. Would that be a good enough excuse for them to let me come with them, wherever they were going next? Looking at the two of them together, stoic and intimidating, I doubted it.
"Come on." Sam opened my door for me, taking my arm and pulling me out of the car. He supported some of my weight while I adjusted my leg, the numbness having completely faded and leaving behind a sharp burn. Walking made it even worse, but Sam didn't complain about my slow pace.
Knowing the door would be locked--I mean, they lived downtown for crying out loud--I tried it anyway, twisting the handle and looking agitated when it didn't give. "I have her number, let me call her." I took a couple steps away from them and reached into my pocket, sighing when I saw that my phone had in fact been flattened. It was spiderwebbed with cracks across the screen, but other than that, it seemed to work okay. I pressed buttons and scrolled through my contacts, holding the phone to my ear without actually calling anyone. I glanced around hastily, still not knowing what the heck I was going to do. They looked distracted enough, I guessed. Maybe sneaking past them wouldn't be so hard...?
"Who's that?" I hissed, pointing to two kids I'd seen a million times at my high school running across the street. They ducked out of the light of the streetlights, and I hoped they looked enough like vampires to raise suspicion. Or maybe not. Neither Sam nor Dean looked concerned, and I acted outraged. "You guys kill monsters, but two punks that are probably heading towards a drug deal aren't your kind of thing?"
"Not our jurisdiction," Dean said, but Sam actually seemed a little affected, and I reached for the chance.
"Go check it out, please." I pulled the phone away from my ear and hit the end button several times so they thought she hadn't answered, pretending to dial again. "I bet the first call woke her up, so she should answer this time. Go see what those kids are doing and I'll be inside by the time you get back."
Sam sighed, stepping off the front porch onto the lawn, and Dean looked after him in annoyance for a millisecond before glancing at me. "You'll get inside fine?"
As if answering his question, I spoke into the phone. "Hello? Hey, yeah, sorry to be calling this late, but I have a problem." Tears bit at my eyes, and I turned away from him, lowering my voice. "A really bad problem."
He took that as a yes, following Sam towards the two kids who'd already disappeared behind a house. They cut across someone's lawn into their backyard, hopping the chain-link fence as easily as they would walk up stairs. I kept murmuring and then bolted as soon as they were out of sight, holding my breath and pulling at the handle on Dean's ancient car's door.
It actually gave. My breath shot out in a whoosh, and I glanced behind me again, waiting for them to reappear and start yelling at me. They were still out of sight, though, and I didn't risk another second, sliding into the back seat and shutting the door quietly behind me. I pulled it until I heard it click shut entirely, relief and adrenaline flooding through me. There was a thin blanket that looked like it was from a motel on the floor half underneath the driver's seat and a huge jacket that looked like it would be loose on Sam draped over the back of my seat. I grabbed those and curled up in a ball as tightly as I could while my leg screamed in protest, lying down and covering myself up with them. I shifted my weight several times while trying to look just like a lump of fabric and not a person, my breaths moving my body as little as possible. I froze as soon as I heard their muffled voice outside of the car.
