Abandoned, But Not Alone

1 - Saviors

~Sam's POV~

"Dean, pull over." I commanded from the passenger's seat. We were on our way back to the bunker from a hunt we had just finished up. He was getting quite anxious to get home and out of the torrential downpour. It had been raining like this for over a week with no more than a few hours of break every couple days.

"Why? I can still see. It's not raining that hard." He objected as the rain slowed to a moderate drizzle.

"Dang it, Dean. Just stop the dang car." He did as I said, pulling up along the curb by the park on the edge of town. I stepped out of the car and Dean joined me.

"What was so important that we stopped? I just want to get back home and eat some pie." He whined. I ignored his comment and pointed to what upon first glance would appear to be a ball of clothing under one of the benches. "We stopped for a pile of clothes?" He asked.

"That's a little kid, Dean. I saw her as we drove by." I explained.

"So? She's not ours. I'm sure her parents are around somewhere and she's just staying dry." He stated, logically trying to find a way out, but I could tell he knew why I wanted to help. I started walking towards the kid. We were only a few feet away when a big garbage truck came by and coated us all in thick and slimy mud water. Dean looked pissed about his jacket getting wet, but didn't say anything. We inched closer, and that's when I heard it: a soft and faint cry. I didn't want to scare her, but at the same time, I wanted to help her.

As soon as we got a couple feet away, she noticed our presence and slid out the other side from under the bench and hid behind it. At the time, we were still in our hunting clothes. Dirty jeans, ripped flannel, Dean in his leather jacket and torn t-shirt, so we looked so much scarier than we intended. "Please, don't hurt me. Please." She said quietly. Her voice sounded so innocent and broken like she had been through more than anyone should have to.

"Hey, hey, relax. We aren't gonna hurt you. We want to help you." I consoled as best as I could. She shook her head.

"Y-you c-can't." She said before hunkering down into a ball again. She needed help, and I desperately needed to get her out of the rain. I inched closer. She looked up at Dean with fear in what I gathered to be an attempt of hoping he would save her from me. Dean nodded at her telling her it was ok, but it changed nothing. She made herself as small as she could. I crouched down to her level.

"Hey, hey, I promise, we won't hurt you." I said, hoping she would believe it. She only scooted further back until she had nowhere to go because she was pressed against the bench. I was getting nowhere so I gently scooped her up into my arms and she cried into my shoulder. Her hair was matted and she had nothing but a short sleeve shirt and pants on. No coat, no nothing. As I carried her to the impala, I noticed she had bruises up and down her arms. She continued to bawl as we walked the short distance to the car. I gently stroked her matted and dirt filled hair and wondered what had happened. She shivered like I've never felt someone shiver before. It wasn't super cold out, but the rain had a significant bite to it. I didn't know what this kid had been through.

We got to the impala and I helped her into the backseat. I clicked her seatbelt into place and placed my jacket over her. "Dean, I'll sit back here with her." I suggested. He gave me a nod of approval. "So, what's your name? How old are you?" I asked. She didn't answer. "You don't have to be scared of us, ok? We won't hurt you." She looked at me with a perceptive and cautious glance.

"H-Hannah. I'm 7." She choked out.

"Hannah, I'm Sam, and that's Dean. He's my big brother." She nodded in understanding. "Where do you live so we can take you home?" I asked gently. She moved a small hand to my arm.

"Please, don't take me back. I can't go back. Please." She begged. Tears flooded her eyes as she gripped my arm. She gripped as if her life depended on it and I began wondering if maybe it did.

"Ok. Ok. Just tell us what happened. Why are you covered in bruises and sitting under a park bench?" I asked cautiously.

"M-my d-daddy. I-I ran away. He he always hurts me. He even did this." She said, and rolled up her sleeve a little and I saw a scar that was recently healed over from a large cut.

"He cut you?" Dean asked, turning to look at us since we hadn't pulled away yet. She nodded softly.

"He was drunk one night and hurt me." She said quietly.

"Sam, I swear if I ever meet this man, I'm gonna-" he said before stopping himself.

"Hannah, you're safe with us. We won't hurt you and you're dad won't be able to either. We won't take you back. No more getting abused. We won't hit you or hurt you in any way. I can promise you that." She smiled slightly. We sat there silent for a bit as we headed home.

"How long were you out there?" Dean asked as we drove.

"How long has this rain been happening?" She asked. Her question worried me.

"About a week and a half." I responded.

"About a week and a half then, I guess." She stated sadly. She had been out in the cold for so long. I wondered how she hadn't gotten sick.

"I'm so sorry, Hannah. Didn't anyone help you?" I asked. I hoped the answer was yes. She shook her head.

"Occasionally I got some food, but no one helped. Only you." She sounded down just before her stomach growled a deep and strong rumble.

"We'll get you back to our bunker where we live and get you cleaned up and get you some food." I stated before she could ask. She nodded. The rest of the ride was silent.

~Hannah's POV~

I was so happy to be off the street again, but I didn't know how much I could trust these guys, after all, they just took me from the bench- the one place I felt safe. They seemed trustworthy and they said they wouldn't hurt me, but they could be lying. The one driving, Dean, seemed almost mean. He was so tough looking and scary. Sam seemed nice and reminded me of those moose you see in cartoons. He had a lot of hair and he was really tall. It made me laugh just thinking about it. He was so kind and seemed to be the opposite of Dean, but there was something about Dean that made him seem protective which was comforting. I still wasn't sure about them. I had learned and been taught my whole life that all people, especially men are out to hurt me. My dad did, I had no siblings, and my mom saw it all but never helped me.