Punk Cinderella

Chapter 3: Listen To The Mice, Cinderella

*Harlow’s POV*

Kaleb has been here since last night and Sam keeps trying to apologize for the other day but I do not take apologies over the phone. He was just needs to see that I have been having a hard time without him. Bobby comes by to check on us and Castiel has been helping me take Kaleb to and from school, even though she says she does not want to go. Castiel said he keep an eye on her while I worked a longer shift in training a new girl tonight. Sophie and Jamie will take shifts to take care of her if Cas has to leave. I was getting ready for work as Kaleb was working on homework and I was working on my mascara when I hear the familiar tune of “Wild Heart” by Daughtry and I send it to voice mail. I was not in the mood to hear him beg me to pick up. I have too much of a headache.

“Aunt Harlow, why don’t you just hear him out? Maybe he is on his break now and is having a bad day but you are being stubborn to talk to him and help him out.” The repeated voice of Kaleb voices from the kitchen table and I mess up on my mascara and almost poke my eye. “Kaleb, for the millionth time, I don’t have anything to say to him. I am more pissed at Dean than I am at Sam.  He could have told him that he wanted to stay with me but no… ‘Harlow, we need the money and you can’t keep supporting me.’” I mocked his exact words as I looked at the time. “Shoot, I am going to be late. Kaleb, dinner is in the oven and please don’t forget to put the salt down before bed.” I tell her as she rolls her eyes at me, as I have to remind her. “I get it; keep myself in and the snails out. Jeez, since when did you become a stickler for such things?” The annoyed preteen asked.

I could not tell her about what we do. That we are hunters and that monsters do exist; she was a kid for goodness sake. I kissed her forehead as I grab the truck keys. “Be good for Castiel and everyone. I will take you to school in the morning and remember…the salt.” I half-threaten her as I go out the door. She mumbled ok and went to watch television with Sophie, who was home for once. As I start up the truck, I hear my phone again and I send the call to voice mail. I was caring for a kid, an angel and now, having to work a job while my idiot boyfriend is out with his even bigger idiot of a brother. As I start the truck to head to work, I fight back tears to keep from ruining my makeup. I was not ready to be alone and if he wanted to hurt me, then I was going to have to prepare myself. Tonight was going to be a long night and looked like I was going to be busy with all these new responsibilities and choices.

*Sam’s POV*

“Dammit Harlow, stop sending me to voice mail and pick up please!” I yell into the voice mail as I sit alone on the hotel as I wait for Dean to get back from checking on Ashley. He had only been gone for about an hour and since we were about hour and a half walk from her place, he would be gone for awhile. We have been in London since yesterday and well, she was already in the hospital once according to Castiel. I sit on the bed of the abandoned hotel we set up as surveillance reasons so we don’t arise suspicion of the local police. I hung up and shook my head. She was going to be stubborn and it was because I was going with Dean but I had been worried about Ashley too. It had been about 2 years since I last saw her and well, worried is an understatement.

I lay back on the bed and looked at my phone. She changed the screen again and this time, it was of us laughing when we went to see Daughtry as a surprise to her. She figured out though so it wasn't a surprise anyhow but her eyes lit up when she saw Chris Daughtry sang “Waiting for Superman” that I could not help but dance with her and they show a light on us and even showed us dancing on the big screen. She called me the best boyfriend in the world yet, now I feel like I screwed up. I love her yet, I made her cry even though I promised her I would not do such a stupid thing like that ever. I tried calling her again and this time, it went straight to voice mail, meaning she was a work. I try to steady my voice as I leave her another voice mail.