dean was driving away from a city alleyway with sam in the passenger seat. in his hand he heald a small leather wallet. they had just killed a demon and a woman protecting the demon. they didnt want to hurt her but they were left with no choice. sam opened the wallet and a small photo of a young girl fell out.
"looks like they had a family" sam said, studying the photo.
"we should go check it out. any address?"
"yeah, 284 hazel grove."
they drove to their hotel an went into their room.
"we will go and have a lookie see in the morning, see if there is a new bruce wayne" dean laughed to himself. they both felt bad, knowing they killed a human. they went to their beds and fell asleep.
The next morning the boys drove out to the country side to inspect the supposed child. they rocked up at an old farm house. its walls were white and the roof was made of tin. for an old house it was in good condition. There were no habitable houses around for as far as the eye could see. the brothers got out of the car, slamming the doors and walked up the front porch.
They rung the doorbell and stood on the porch in suits. no answer came from inside. dean looked at sam and they both had the same idea. They picked the lock and entered.
Inside the house, it was warm and inviting. the front door lead to a long narrow hallway, branching off to separate rooms. they walked along, guns ready for if they came across another demon. the house was quiet. then, some banging of dishes could be heard at the back of the house. the boys moved warily towards the sound. as they got closer, sloshing water added to the sounds. they turned the corner, and stood at the sink, was a young girl.
The girl was cleaning something in the sink. the water was deep red and murky. the girl had headphones in and bopped to the music playing from her iPod. Dean pulled his gun out, unsure of what to do. the water seemed like watered down blood, but he couldn't be sure. he pulled the trigger on the gun, shooting the window in front of her. the girl didn't flinch. when the glass broke, the girl turned her head slightly and smiled. she pulled a knife out of the maroon water. sam made a move. he ran, spinning her around, knocking the knife out of her hand and putting his one against her throat.
"Chill dude, I'm just doing dishes." the girl said, smiling. the brothers were confused. dean pulled a flask of holy water out of his pocket and splashed the girl in the face with it.
"Gee thanks, but i already showered today." She said, prying the knife away from her neck.
"Sorry for that. we are social workers. your mother and father have been in a terrible accident" dean said, putting his gun back.
"Bullshit. you're hunters"
The brothers turned to each other, unsure on how to act.
"Im molly. and you two are sam and dean winchester." molly said, turning away to clean up the broken glass.
"How did you know that?"
"I just do. i already know you guys killed both my mother and my father."
"Your father was possessed "
"Ah, i see..."
Dean and sam shared a confused look.
"Are you not troubled by this at all?" sam asked as he went to comfort he girl.
"Not really" she said, shrugging.
"Whats in the water?" Dean asked, peering into the murky water.
"Pasta sauce"
"Oh nice"
"Excuse us molly, i would like to speak to my brother for a moment" sam interrupted.
"Of course. i need to go sort out some stuff anyway. just yell out when you are finished" Molly said as she waked away.
"What should we do with her? we cant just leave her here" sam said.
"Why not just drop her off at an orphanage? she is what? Twelve?"
"Well... i guess we could. do you want to go tell her to pack?"
"Nah. you do it. your the one who deals with the soppy crap."
Sam sighed. dean was right, he would be more fitted for telling a young girl that she is going to an orphanage.
"Why don't you jut take me with you to wherever you two are going" molly said. the brothers didn't even hear her enter, let alone realize he was standing right next to them.
"How long have you been standing there?" sam asked molly.
"Long enough. So, you gonna take me with you?"
Sam looked heartbroken. both he and sam knew what it was like to lose loved ones. He didn't want to tell her that she was going to an orphanage.
"Sure. why not? go pack your stuff and we will go" dean blurted out.
"Cool. just hive me a sec to pack" molly wandered off to her room.
"Why did you tell her that?" sam hissed at dean.
"Well i didn't think she would come with us if she knew where we are going"
Sam thought about it for a bit.
"Your right. okay, lets go"
Molly came back with a shoulder bag that was barely full.
"All good?"
