Abandoned, But Not Alone

5 - Rescued

The bullet grazed my right calf. It didn't go deep, but it hurt like hell. I almost fell and dropped her, but I kept myself up. I held Hannah's head on my chest and covered her as best as I could. He fired more shots, but missed for the most part. One grazed my elbow too, but I kept moving. I hobbled to the impala, got in the back with Hannah, and told Dean to punch it. Hannah had begun to cry into my shoulder. I rubbed her back lightly.

"You ok to drive, Dean? That bullet went in pretty deep." I asked. He looked like he was in a lot of pain.

"I'm fine. Can we swing by the hospital though? My shoulder looks bad and so does your leg. I'll be fine to drive though." He asked.

"Yeah. I need stitches and so do you." I replied. "How ya doing, kiddo?" I asked Hannah who was dozing. She was so emotionally wrecked that she crashed. She gave no response. We got out of the car at the hospital and headed inside. The doctor stitched us up.

"Why's this poor little girl all bruised?" He asked accusingly.

"We just rescued her from an abusive family. The dad shot us." I explained. The doctor nodded in understanding.

"Well you're clear to go when you're ready."

"Thank you, doctor." I replied. We got back in the car and drove to the bunker. Once there, I laid Hannah in bed. She still hadn't woken up. I returned to the main room where Dean and I sat to drink a couple beers. It was silent for a few minutes until he spoke up.

"Sammy, I don't do chick flick moments, but I'm sorry I made that comment to her dad. I was just so pissed at him. He doesn't love her. We do. She doesn't deserve to be treated like that. I'm just sorry it nearly made us both get killed. I do that far too often."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I always let my emotions get the best of me and I say or do something stupid, nearly getting you killed in the process." He explained.

"It's ok, Dean. It really is. I was mad this time too." He nodded sadly.

"I'm gonna go check on her." He stated. I nodded, letting him know that it was totally fine.

~Dean's POV~

She was sitting up in bed. "Hey, how are you doing?" I asked. She didn't respond, only shook her head and looked down, a few tears falling onto the sheets. "Hey. It's ok to be scared and it's ok to cry. We can help you if you just tell us what's wrong and what you want us to do." I said as gently as I could.

"I'm scared that my daddy is gonna find us and hurt you guys. I'm scared without my stuffed animal, and I'm -I- I'm-" she started.

"Take your time. Breathe." She took a deep breath and continued.

"I-I'm scared that...... You guys are gonna hurt me because-because I ran away. I was just mad. I- I'm sorry, Dean." She said before letting loose and crying her eyes out. I crouched closer to try to comfort her, and she scooted away and started habitually guarding herself from me. She curled up into a ball, closed her eyes, and put her hands over her face, preparing for a blow that I wouldn't even dream of giving her.

"Hannah, I'm not gonna hurt you." I said as I hugged her. I carried her out to the main room. Sam gave me a concerned look. "She thinks we're gonna hurt her because she ran away." I explained.

"Hannah, what do we have to do to show you we aren't gonna hurt you? We love you. Your dad doesn't. Your dad hurts you. We won't. You are safe here." Sam consoled.

"I'm sorry. I know I'm safe it's just that my dad says no one loves me, and so I didn't believe you. You aren't lying though. I can tell." She answered.

"Don't be sorry. It's ok. Just please, don't run away again." I pleaded. She nodded.

"I won't." She was finally out of tears so we all sat on the couch together so I could rest my shoulder and Sam could rest his leg. Hannah held an ice pack on her now black eye and bruised cheek, and we watched one of her favorite tv shows. It started getting late so we headed to bed.

~Sam's POV~

"Just try to get some sleep, kiddo." Dean said before giving her a hug goodnight as she climbed under the covers. I started to head out the door too, but she stopped me.

"Sam, thank you." She said quietly.

"For what?" I asked, turning around. I wondered which thing she was thanking me for.

"You saved me, twice. You saved me from my dad this time and were making sure I was ok. I'm just sorry I made you and Dean get hurt." She said sadly.

"You don't have to apologize. And of course we were gonna save you. We love you. And just so you know, I never actually went to nursing school. I just said that so your dad would let me help you. We have gotten hurt really bad before though, so I knew what I was doing. I'm sorry I made you feel like we didn't want you here. We do. But seriously, we were happy to do it. You don't have to thank us for that. Just know we love you." I said. I kissed her gently on the forehead, pulled the covers up to her chin, and headed out.