Rich Lies/Supernatural

Chapter 4

"Jordan!" a voice cries out. "Jordan, run!"

"Mommy?" I can hear a younger me say as I frantically look around in horror. The room was blurry and filled with a burning light that hurt my eyes.

"Mommy, what's happening?" I ask in fear, "Where's Daddy?"

The lady who I claimed to be my mother was standing before me, holding my hand tightly. Her dark brown hair flew behind her head, looking different shades of red and yellow in the burning light. I look up at her and start to cry, but she shushes me instantly.

"Don't cry angel, you have to be brave remember?" she says and I nod, wiping away the falling tears.

"That's my strong girl." she pets my hair and I sniffle. Her gesture somehow making me feel calmer and safe. I look up as she pulls me closer and bends down to whisper in my ear.

"Now you run, Jordan. Run and don't look back." she says and releases her grip, pushing me towards the exit. I take off just as a loud crash erupts and the door bursts open. Multiple figures all pile through in a blur, but I don't look back to examine their faces. Instead I continue to run, the only noise playing in my mind being my mother's screams as they followed behind me.

"Jordan!" her voice calls out again, "Jordan!"

I jerk up right, shaken awake by a pair of demanding hands. Prickles of sweat were beating down my face.

"What, what is it?" I ask as I turn around, noticing I was still in Sam's lap. He gives me stern look and motions to his shirt, which was covered in drops of blood.

"You're hurt," he says in a harsh tone.

"Yes but it's not that bad-"

"Have you seen it yourself? Jordan, some of these may need stitches," he says as he examines my back, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought it was nothing!" I say honestly just as Sam reaches to open the car door.

"Well it's not!" he says back, clearly upset, "Get out of the car."

I obey and climb out, instantly feeling a cool breeze cast along my skin. Sam gets out behind me and closes the door. I look around, noticing that we were at a small gas station, no one seeming to be around but us.

"What are we doing here?" I ask.

"Dean went in to get you a spare of clothes." Sam says as I look down at myself, realizing I was still in my dress and flats. Every inch of my body was filthy, covered in dirt and blood. I could only imagine what my face and hair looked like at this point.

"Here he comes." Sam announces and I look up to see Dean walking out of the store with two bags in his hands. I notice that his arm is bandaged up from the gun wound as he approaches us. He hands me one of the bags.

"There's your clothes. I have some stuff to clean your cuts with too." he says as he holds up the other bag.

I give him a shy smile, "Thank you. How's your arm?"

"Fine. Barely scratched me." he gives me a sideways smile.

"Good. I'm glad you're okay." I say honestly. I may not know Dean that well, but it didn't mean I didn't care about his well being.

"Yeah.." he agrees, standing awkwardly as his eyes roamed towards the ground. He clears his throat and changes the subject. "There's an inn not far from here, let's go."

I start to get into the front seat but Sam grabs my arm. "Dean vacuumed the back out for you," he says and I blink in shock.

"Really? When?"