G/T Adventures

Kingpin Motel (Supernatural)

It was close to midnight, and a brown haired girl sat in front of a window. She wasn't a normal girl, however. She's a borrower, living in secret at this motel. It's broken down, and barely any people stop in, but she stays. And for only one reason.

Almost ten years ago now she met a pair of brothers and man by the name of John Winchester. Sam and Dean were the brother's names if she remembers correctly. She had been only seven at the time, but she remembered enough.

Dean was a gruff boy, mostly looking out for Sammy who was entirely annoyed with the older man. And their father was horrifying. She was very glad Sam and Dean didn't tell him that they found her trying to snag food.

But she's seventeen now. And she wants to believe maybe one day these brothers will return for her. They had been so kind, so understanding. But then without warning, their father packed hem up and they were gone. No goodbye, no note, no nothing. All that she had left of them were memories.

Now she sat, staring out a window. Silent tears running down her face as she watched pictures trail through her mind. The giant boys befriending her, getting her some actual food, and even taking her outside so she could actually see what it was like. She didn't even have a name, so they gave her one. Starla.

As she continued to remember, figures moved through the dark outside and the brown-haired girl yelped and scurried as fast as she could for cover. But it was no use. The door was swung open and all she could do was push her back into the side of the window and pray to not be seen.

"Sam this place a dump. I don't know why you picked it." One figure mumbled as light filled the room from the outside and the single lightbulb practically glued to the ceiling.

The other figure had long hair. and at first she thought it was a girl into it spoke. "Dean, come on man. You don't remember?"

"Remember what?"

The second figure, Sam, was silent now. Starla could see that he seemed to be thinking, but then her heart leapt into her throat. Sam and Dean. She recognized them. Their names, their faces. But Dean didn't remember her. The man who even let her ride on his shoulder when they took her outside. Now that stung, and she felt like crying. But how could she blame him for forgetting a worthless four-inch tall girl?

"Wait whoa, Sam. Look at the window." Dean spoke up and Starla froze in her place, unable to move now. Fear overtook every muscle. If they didn't remember, what would they do to her?

Now Sam turned around, spotting the borrower and he felt his heart twist in both sympathy and relief. He remembered her. But how could Dean not? She didn't look like the young girl they left. She looked only a few years older, her skin paler, and form thinner. She looked almost sickly. "Starla." He breathed her name softly, approaching the borrower who's limbs clearly tensed as he neared.

"Starla?" Dean mumbled questioningly as his eyes scanned the teen resting on the windowsill. Then it all came flooding back, like a door somewhere in his mind had just been unlocked. "Starla! That-That kid we had to leave behind! That's why you picked this place isn't it Sammy?!"

"Yes, yes," Sam mumbled in response, his fingers very delicately lifting the borrower from the window, only to worry as the tiny girl burst into tears and quiet sobs. 

"Y-You didn't forget?" Starla choked out, gripping the finger holding her in place. "I-I thought..."

"Kid how could we forget?" Dean walked to his brother, looking down at the four-inch-tall girl. "We named you for crying out loud. We busted our asses keeping our dad from seeing you." He broke into a toothy grin, although he and Sam both were struggling back emotions as well.

What Dean never mentioned was that as he, John, and Sam were speeding off in the Impala, he looked back and could see her standing in the window, watching them drive away without even saying a word to her. And this haunted him, so he refused to think it ever happened and pushed it far back in his head.

"I-I'm so glad...I-I saw you all drive off, and you didn't even say goodbye." Starla looked up at the familiar faces, blinking tears out of her eyes.

"Well that won't happen again," Sam mumbled, carefully lowering the teen onto the motel nightstand. "This time, if anything, you'll be leaving with us."