Falling From Heaven

Chapter 7

IMPORTANT

There is a sexual rape scene in here and I know that makes some people uncomfortable but I made it part of her past. It's towards the end of this chapter and it has ~~~~ those little signs where the part begins and ends. Hope I helped you all. :)) PS- this is kind of a grave chapter.

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Flashback

I hummed along to the song that Dean and I found so ironic. Dean. It was enough that he had been ripped apart, limb from limb, and taken to hell. It was over the top that every little thing I did reminded me of him. It was daily too. I didn't realize how much I took him for granted. It had only been a week, and every action was routine. At least, it used to be. Earlier I was out on a food run and had brought back an apple pie for Dean only to look at Sam's face and realize that Dean wouldn't be eating it. So I had to take it back because it was a lonely reminder.

That's what I was doing right now. I hoped that they would take it back. If they wouldn't I would just look for a homeless man or something to give it too. I couldn't look down into the seat next to me without choking. But I risked it anyways. I remember getting my license before Dean even though he was older than me, and me having to drive him around because John wanted him to be "responsible" like me. Of course that got on both of our nerves but when wee would get in this car, we would have a good laugh. Only, I didn't feel like laughing now.

I tore my eyes away from the seat and looked up and out onto the road. Barely a sign of life except for a hitch hiker a little ways up. He turned around and waved me down. I slowly pulled to a stop and rolled my window down about half way. You could never be too careful. "Where're you headed?" He asked me.

"Up to Walmart in town."

"Do you think you could give me a lift?" He pointed behind him, "My car broke down about half a mile that way and the town is about ten miles up that way."

I didn't remember seeing his car and I immediately got suspicious. He may look like an okay guy but looks can be deceiving. I had a gun held tight between my thigh and the car seat. I might have to use it. My hand was on the steering wheel while the other one was ready to roll the window up as I responded "Sorry dude. Looks like you're on your own. Plus, what are you gonna do at Walmart, get a job to get your car fixed?" The insults were flying slyly out of my mouth before I had time to stop them, "Plus, it wouldn't hurt to walk ten miles. I heard the ladies love a fit man. Maybe you could make this walk everyday?" Before he had time to call me a bitch or whatever it is he wanted, I rolled up the passenger window and floored it. And it looks like in just enough time too because he found a pretty good sized rock and threw it at my car. It didn't reach it though, and if it would have, I wouldn't have minded because I don't mess with hitch hikers.

I let lose on the gas pedal about a mile later when I saw a pretty decent car on the side of the road. Maybe that guy was telling the truth. It didn't matter, he was far behind me now and I was only going to turn back if I was on my way back to Sam. Though, about half a mile later I saw the man again trying to wave me down. Then, he threw a bigger rock at my car as I passed. Was I going crazy? A mile later I saw the car again and a half a mile later I saw the man again. I floored it immediately. The immediate power causing my back to be thrown up against the back of the car seat. This continued four more times until I saw the man standing in the middle of the road. I had the almost temptation to hit him on a hit-and-run but even my conscience wouldn't let me do that. Before I knew it, my foot was on the gas causing my head to jerk toward towards the steering wheel but not yet hitting it.

The man in front of me was no longer in front of me, he was now in the seat next to me wiht the pie in the backseat. Who the hell was this man? More so, what the hell was this man?