Supernatural: The Secrets We Hide

Part 2- Pilot

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"Hey Sam?" Dean shouted from Bobby kitchen.

"Yeah, what?" Sam said back, walking from the living area to the kitchen.

"Do you know who this is?" Dean was holding a picture of a young girl with light hair, probably around ten or eleven. She was smiling sitting on Bobby's couch holding a book.

"Um, no. Let me see it." He turned the picture around and on the back in Bobby's handwriting it said 'Marissa'.

"Who's Marissa?" Dean asked.

"Dunno, lets check his phone number book."

So the boys went to the living room and found Bobbys' book of numbers, they looked in the M section and found Marissa Green with and phone number and no address, so she was probably a hunter.

"Maybe she was close with Bobby, we should tell her what happend, he died recently and I doubt think she knows, I mean, she never called his phone that I can tell." Sam grabbed Bobby's' phone from his table.

"I'll call her, give me his phone." Dean took Bobby's phone from Sam and dialed the number. It rang 6 times and then a girl answered the phone.

"Hello?" Her voice sounded beautiful, she sounded mainly American but there was a hint of British in it.

"Hi, is this Marissa Green?" He asked her.

"Who's asking?"

"Im a friend of Bobby Singer, my name is Dean."

"Yeah, we are really close, what happend?"

"Um, you know, I shouldn't tell you ever the phone, how about we meet and Ill tell you there?"

"Sure. I'm rapping up a case right now in Washington, I can meet you here tomorrow before I leave, Ill meet you at the first bar in the yellow pages for Washington. If you dont show up by nine Im leaving." She hung up.

"Well, Im meeting her in a bar in Washington tomorrow. I can be there on time if I leave now." Dean told Sam, putting down Bobbys old phone and walking towards the couch.

"Why didn't you just tell her over the phone?"

"She sounded worried and telling somebody that someone that they are really close with over the phone is kind of a dick move. PLus, she sounds hot." He grabbed his duffle, walked out of the house, got in the impala and left.

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Dean was driving for about an hour before Sam called his phone.

"What?" Dean said to Sam through his phone. Sam sounded freaked out, "Dude, I was looking through Bobbys pictures and Im finding a ton of pictures of Marissa. Like through out the years, in some shes like six, in others shes like twelve, but none over around that age. And get this, the ones where shes around six, are labeled 1985."

"But wait, in 85 I was nine, so we knew Bobby, how did we not know this girl? We were there all the time!"

"I have no idea, maybe she just visited alot or something, I cant find anything in dads journal about her, and other than these photos, nothing in Bobbys stuff is about her that I can tell."

"Well, Im gonna be there in about an hour, so I'll ask her then."

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When Dean got there, he walked in and realized that he had no description of this girl so he had no idea what she looked like so that was gonna make it super hard to figure out. He looked at his watch, it was 7:35, so she should still be there if she had even got there yet. He walked into the bar, there where very few people there, and none where girls, so he walked outside sat on the bench outside waiting for a girl around Sam's age to show up. He sat there for about five minutes before someone in a beautiful black Harley Davidson drove up, the girl was wearing a black leather jacket and skinny jeans. Maybe that's her, Dean thought to himself. The girl parked her motorcycle and took off her helmet, the girl had dark blue hair that reached to  her hips. She walked towards the bar, she didnt notice Dean at all.

"Hey.  Are you Marissa?" He shouted to her. "Are you Dean?" she told to him, she started walking towards him. "Yeah, I am." "Well?" She said to him, her hands where on her hips, her hair was blowing in the wind.  "Huh?" he asked her. "You wanted to tell me something, what is it?" "Well, Im sorry to have to be the bearer of bad news, but Bobby Singer died about a month ago. Im sorry." He could tell that she was breaking apart inside, she looked like she was gonna fall over. She walked a few steps towards him and sat next to him on the bench he was sitting on. She put her face in her hands and just sat there or about two minutes. She was hot, she was wearing heeled black boots and a Rolling Stones shirt covered by her jacket, her hair was amazing, Dean had never seen anyone with hair like that.  She sounded kind of British, but like she had been trying to sound like she was American.

"How did you know him?" He asked her, extremely curious. "Um," she said sitting up and looking at him. "Why don't we get a drink and Ill tell you then." "Sounds perfect." They walked inside and sat at the bar. 

Dean got a beer, she got a double shot of whiskey. Her head was in her hands "Well, he kind of raised me from the time I was five until I was about twelve. And by raised I mean trained." He looked at her with a confused look on his face. "That would explain the hundreds of photos he has of you." She jerked her head out of her hands and looked at him "He kept those?" she looked surprised. "Yeah, he did." Their drinks got there. She drank her whole thing in less than a second, without flinching at all. Dean was really surprised, she was only like 5'6" with heels on and he had no idea how the hell she did that, Sam couldn't even do that and he was probably like four times the size of Marissa, who was the size of a 12 year old girl. 

"I lived with him for about seven and a half years and then he couldn't take care of me so he sent me to go live with some hunters who wanted to adopt another girl." She told him. "Another girl?" "Yeah, they had two already that they adopted, they wanted to have normal life, but you know, they where hunters so that was not gonna happen, so two years after I moved there they started hunting again, they died when I was 16." She barely looked at Dean, she seemed so sad.

"Well, what about your biological parents? Where are they?"

"Hopefully hell. They died in a car accident when I was 5, my only biological sister died about 8 years ago. I didn't really know her, she inherited my parents money, I was little and they hadn't put me in the will yet, so I got nothing."

"Damn, that sounds really familiar. Like I have heard it before."

"Well, you might have known my sister, but if you did, you probably hated her, her name was Abbey Talbot but she went by Bela Talbot."

"Oh my God." He knew that he had heard that story before. And she was right, he did hate her.