A Supernatural Fanfiction.

Grace McCormick

*Carrie's P.O.V.*

Garth's chin rested in his palm by the time I had finished. I knew he'd worked with other Hunters, but I wasn't prepared for what he was about to say.

"Carrie, you need to go back."

I stood up from the table. "I'm not going back."

"Sit down, no one is making you. But they need you. Just like you're going to need them." Garth leaned back and stretched his arms. "Besides, if I know anything about the Winchesters it's that they won't quit looking for you. Sooner or later, they'll find you."

I rubbed my temples. "Garth, I didn't ask for any of this. I don't want their help, I don't care about what the angels want, all I wanted to do was kill that demon. That's been done."

"Has it?"

I stared at him.

"Sounds to me like you just sent it back to hell. Did you know that Sam and Dean have killed demons?" Garth leaned forward.

"You can't kill demons." I couldn't believe it. I wouldn't believe it.

Garth smiled at me. "Still so adamant on thinking you're the only Hunter who knows what they're doing. I remember a time when you needed some counseling on what to do. Don't forget where you've been focusing on what you're trying to run away from."

Now I remember why I never hung out with Garth. As gangly and geeky as he was, he knew what he was talking about. "I can't go back."

"Can't and won't are often used in place of one another. I always tell the kids that not wanting to do something doesn't mean you aren't able to do it."

"Garth, I'm not one of your messed up kids okay? Just... just help me get off the radar for a little while. Please." I sat down and held my head in my hands. "I just want this to stop."

Garth sighed. "I can't fix everything Carrie. You're going to have to face this at some point."

I looked up at him. "Will you help me?"

He smiled. "You know I can't say no to a damsel in distress."

Tears welled in my eyes. "Thanks Garth."

I followed him back out into the convention hall and to the jewelry making table. I sat, waited, and watched him help every single kid that wanted to make something with the plastic beads. One girl made everyone at the table a bracelet with their name on it, and said we were all friends forever.

The hours ticked away, each one longer than the last. At six o'clock, I couldn't wait to tear down the craft table and get out of Iowa. I'd already stayed put too long. If Sam and Dean had anybody out looking for me, I was certain they'd have heard where I was by now. Garth didn't hurry trying to pack up either. Any straggling kids that wanted to make one last necklace were more than welcome to take up his time. And mine apparently.

Finally, with the last kid gone and everything put away, Garth led me out to his car. Without a word, I helped him load the beading equipment into the backseat. When he opened the trunk, he took his time looking through a rather large stack of papers before handing me a small pile.

"Here, this is medical records, Social Security Number, birth certificate, driver's license, and a credit card. Welcome to the planet Ms.Grace McCormick."

I took the identification papers from him, and the weight was lifted off my shoulders just a little bit. Just as I was about to thank him, his phone started ringing.

"What a beautiful day it is to be alive, this is Garth." He looked at me. "Oh hey Dean. Carrie Singer? Yeah, I know her... seen her? Yeah, said she was going to Florida. Something about needing some fun in the sun?" He smiled. "Of course I'll let you know if I hear from her again."

I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding in. "Garth, I seriously owe you."

He held out his arms for a hug. "Bring it in."

I threw my arms around him.

"Just hurry up and get going to anywhere but Florida. And Carrie?" He took me by the shoulders and pulled me out of the hug. "If I see you again, I'm going to have to tell them. I'll do a lot of things, but lying isn't one of them."

I nodded. "I hear you loud and clear Garth."

"But if Grace were to call, I'd be happy to talk." He winked.

I laughed and hugged him again, then went back to where I parked the beater car. Finally, I could start over and have no one come looking. Sam and Dean weren't ever going to find me. Carrie Singer was as good as dead.