Abandoned, But Not Alone

4 - The Runaway

The next few days flew by and she seemed to be enjoying herself. Then, I found a case.

~Dean's POV~

Sam pulled me aside, hoping Hannah wouldn't hear. "Dean, I found a case. There's a serious demon problem the next town over. 5 deaths in the past week."

"What do we do with Hannah?" I added.

"I don't know. We have to take her somewhere. She can't stay here by herself." Sam added.

"Sam! She needs us." I objected.

"You think I don't know that, Dean?! But we can't be here for her if we're out on this case." There was some loud arguing back and forth before we saw Hannah at the door.

"How much did you hear?" I asked.

"Everything about you wanting to get rid of me." She said with the obvious tears building in her eyes.

"Hannah-"

"No. If you guys aren't gonna care about me, I'm better off back at home. At least there, I have my own toys and my mom seems to care when my dad isn't hitting me." She said as she ran out the door. By the time I chased after her and outside, she was gone. She was probably hiding until I was gone and then she would head back home. It was all she knew to do. I went back inside and ran my hands through my hair. It was my fault. "I lost her." I told Sam

~Sam's POV~

"Dean, we gotta find her." I said angrily. She was in danger.

"I know, Sam. I know. I can't let her get hurt again. Gah. I'm stupid." He said.

"Dean, you're not stupid. I am. If she gets hurt again, it's my fault. I should have taken you to another room farther away to discuss." I added.

"Well, can you find a way to track her down on the computer or something, find out where she lives?" Dean asked eagerly.

"I'll try. It'll take a couple days though." I went out to the main room and got started right away. I typed away, hammering at the keyboard, only stopping to make myself food, then continuing as I ate. 1 day, 2 days, 3 days, I was coming up empty. The days flew by and I wasn't finding her. I sat there with my head in my hands. I was exhausted- functioning on about 4 hours of sleep, and was starting to give up on finding her. Then an idea popped into my head. I can't believe I didn't think of this sooner. I thought as I frantically typed. I searched up bars in town and found 3 popular ones. One was in a more suburban area of town that made no sense location wise. One was near the bunker and we knew this area well. The third, however was about a block from the park. It wasn't far from the bunker, so with a lot of walking, she could have gotten there, and it made sense. She mentioned her dad cut her when he came home drunk one night, so I figured bars were a good place to start.

I did some digging into the houses near the bar within walking distance of the park, and with some searches online and on the police database, I found them. Dean was watching some tv since there wasn't really a way for him to help me. "Dean! I found her, let's go." I hollered. He quickly turned the tv off and got up. We changed into our suits thinking the FBI would be a good cover for why we were there. Dean and I sped down the roads to her house. We knocked on the door. A woman answered the door. She was in her upper 20s. She was average height with long brown hair and pretty aqua eyes like Hannah.

"How can I help you?" She asked politely.

"Agents Smith and Johnson, FBI." I said as we held up our badges. "We have reason to believe there's some abuse going on in this household, and we were told to come investigate. May we come in?" She eyed us skeptically, but let us in. "Is your husband home?" I asked, trying to keep up the act. She nodded and went to get him. I looked around. The house was a mess. A chair was tipped over in the corner, beer bottles were scattered over the table, there were a few cigarette butts on the floor, and some pictures were slightly crooked on the walls.

"How can I help you?" A rough and angered man in his mid thirties asked as he entered the room .

"We work for the FBI. We're agents Smith and Johnson. We know there's abuse going on here and it's our turn to step in. You're either going to jail or you let us protect your daughter. You need professional help and it's not fair to take it out on your daughter and hurt her." I was trying to sound professional and like an agent, but that was a lot harder said than done in this case with my emotions on edge. Just then, he pulled a gun from his belt loop, aiming it at us. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, take it easy." I objected as I put my hands up.

"Who the hell are you two?" He asked. Lying now would not be a good idea.

"We told you." I replied.

"One more lie and I put a bullet in both of your brains."

"Your daughter ran away to get away from the abuse. We found her in the park in the rain and cold. We gave her a place to stay and warm clothes, and love, something she doesn't get much over here." Dean angrily snapped. I knew as soon as he said it that his last comment wasn't a good idea. As the conversation was happening, I saw Hannah on the stairs. She stood there cuddling her stuffed animal and looked at me out of curiosity and fear. I tried to smile at her without her dad noticing she was there. He fired his gun and shot Dean in the shoulder. Dean screamed out in pain.

"Dean!!!" Hannah screamed. Her father turned around.

"Hannah, did I tell you you could come down here? You were right to run back here. These idiots don't love you, and you don't deserve love from anyone." He said before back-handing her across the face. I was holding my jacket over Dean's shoulder. I tied it around his shoulder so that we could both get up and not be worried about him bleeding out.

"Dean, go get in the car." I whispered as I helped him up. "At least let Dean go and get his shoulder looked at. Please. Take your anger out on me. I don't care. Let him go."

"Fine. Get out of here." He commanded, motioning towards the door. Dean hobbled out and got in the car. I could hear the engine start up, which was a comforting feeling. I just needed to get Hannah out of there.

"Sir, I know you're mad, but can I please at least make sure Hannah is ok? I can tell she's bleeding. I went to nursing school for a while so I know the signs of broken bones and stuff. Please?" I lied smoothly. He nodded. He grabbed her by the arm and shoved her to the ground in front of me. "Hannah, I'm gonna get you out of here. When I say 3, I'm gonna pick you up and I'm gonna run with you out of the door. No matter what happens, don't let go of me until I tell you to." I whispered as I inspected her bruises and cuts. "She's ok. Just really bruised." I explained to her dad. He just rolled his eyes. He put his gun back in his belt loop, not expecting me to escape. "3" I stated. I swept Hannah up and headed out the door. Just as the door was closing behind me, he fired.