The Drifter

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Dean and Sam were up early next morning discussing the case and their new company. "We need to find a way in, it's not as easy with this place I don't even know how she managed to get out-", Sam spoke in a low voice to Dean who was looking over to see Carla asleep on the couch. The scotch and exhaustion from the previous night had knocked her out for several hours though every now and then she tossed and turned to the sides. "Dean, focus. Suppose we get in the hospital as Doctors or whatever that ain't the whole problem. What are gonna do about her? We can't just leave her on the side of the road, she's obvious messed up", Sam said while packing his bag. "We're all messed up Sam, you suggesting we take her back there? Because that's gonna go down really well", Dean replied. "No but somewhere she can get help, I mean what if she hurts herself. I read her file. She set fire to the ward and tied up the doctors in her previous hospital, that's why they moved her to a high max facility. Not to mention everything else on there. Dean, do you really want a crazy girl running around in the streets on your conscience?", Sam said trying to be reasonable. Dean chuckled, watching her sleep, "She looks so innocent. I don't know what we're gonna do with her Sam, let's just get the case done. I'm hungry, go wake her up before she falls off the couch and we can go". Dean gestured to Carla tossing to the side.

Sam approached her and tapped her gently on the shoulder, making her jump up awake.

Carla grabbed her knife out, feeling in a dream-like state and trying to remember where she was. She quickly realized the plan to get out when everyone was sleeping didn't work. Frustrated, she blamed the food and scotch. "Carla! Put the knife down! I was just waking you up", Sam shouted. She put the knife back in her pocket and looked at Sam to Dean "I forgot where I was", she replied in a sleepy voice. "Morning sunshine, we're going to get breakfast. Get your shoes on 'coz you're coming", Dean spoke smiling at Sam. "You're paying", Carla replied as she stretched, arching her back before bending over and putting her boots on. "You wana give me that knife?", Sam said gesturing to her pants. "No. You wana give me your gun?", Carla replied with a incredulous expression. "What do even need that for?", Sam asked. "It's my knife", Carla replied fiercely standing up again. "This ain't a discussion. We're not walking around in public with you with that knife. No matter how small it is", Dean spoke from the corner of the room. "Then don't. I already told you all I knew, just drop me off somewhere and go exorcise that piece of s**t", she said looking at both of them defiantly. "Hand it over, or I'll take it", Sam said, not backing down. "You want to fight me, tough guy? I've wrestled wardens bigger than you", Carla grinned at Sam. "I'm sure you have-", Sam started speaking but got distracted by Carla taking the flip knife from her pocket and putting it inside her pants. Sam laughed, took out his phone and started dialing a number. "I'm on the phone to the cops, you have three seconds to hand it over or you're going back", Sam said. Carla glared at him then sighed."You're no fun are you", she said. "One second", Sam counted. Carla took out the knife from her pants and threw it in the air, Sam caught it and switched off the call. "Snitch", Carla cursed him and walked out the door towards the car. "Today's going to be fun", Dean smirked and followed her out. They all got in the car and drove off.

At the diner...

Carla leaned back with her legs up on the diner booth lost in thought, across from her sat Sam and Dean talking about the case. They stopped the conversation when the waitress approached. She was in her 40's and looked fed up. "Can't have shoes on the seats. Restaurant policy", she said glancing at Carla over her pen and paper. She slowly raised her head to look at the waitress and glared at her. After a few moments had passed, Dean spoke up "Carla, come on. Boots down". Shrugging, she moves to face them. "What can I get you?", the waitress resumed. As Dean ordered she starred out the window and wondered how all this had happened and how she was seeing the world differently. Real monsters out there, demons. She wondered about Gabe and what he was. Definitely not human but never a monster or demon. She missed him. "Hey, you okay?", Dean asked her after the waitress left. "Peachy", Carla replied looking at him. Dean could tell she was being sarcastic, there was a sadness in her eyes as she subconsciously traced her fingers over the color patterns on her bruised wrist. "How did you get out of there?", Sam asked her. He had been watching her for a while, curious to what was going on in her head. "Through the doctor's window, there's a blind spot where the camera doesn't catch", she replied. "Is there a way of getting inside like that?", Dean asked and she smiled. "I wouldn't be trying that anytime soon", Carla laughed dryly. When their food came she ate in silence and didn't talk anymore. Trying to make sense out of all that has happened without freaking out was a task she was struggling with. Her emotions felt like a pressure cooker ready to explode, so it was best to not feel anything. Though chances of that actually working were very slim. After paying and heading out of the restaurant, the waitress waved them goodbye and said to Carla, "Be sure to keep your shoes off furniture, hon". "How bout I shove my boot up your ass, would you prefer that?", Carla grimaced, moving close to the waitress who looked shocked. Dean quickly grabbed hold of her arm and forcefully lead her out of the restaurant as Sam apologized to the waitress. "What the hell was that? You can't go around acting like that", Dean said as he let her go when they got to the parking lot. "She deserved it, miserable cow", Carla said with a naughty look on her face. "Yeah and she would have called the cops on you and send you back to the ward. If you don't quit acting like an asshole, you're gonna end up there pretty quickly", Dean looked at her standing in front of him, a beautiful train-wreck. "Look, back off! I just found out the world is worse than I thought. I've been tortured for weeks, why should I be polite to people who aren't nice to me-", Carla yelled at him. "That's life Carla, at least you can go and live without having to deal with demons anymore. The world is full of d***s, you're gonna fight everyone? Is it worth being locked up for-", Dean yelled back."You know what f**k this, I don't have to explain s**t to you. Go off to hunt yours monsters and demons and quit acting like you're not as angry as me". Carla replied turning her back to him and started walking away, Dean grabbed her arm and turned her to face him. "You're not going off anywhere, like it or not we're responsible for you right now. We need to finish this case and you're going to help", Dean spoke with his gaze fixed intently on her eyes. "And what if I don't, you're not responsible for me. What you gonna do huh? Spank me? Want me to call you daddy now?", Carla replied holding his gaze. "You can call me what you want sweetheart, you're still coming with us till this gets done or I can drive you to a hospital right now. Your call". Sam stepped in "Guys, we need to go. Can you argue in the car because there's people watching and we're trying not to attract attention, remember". Carla kept her eyes on Dean. The chemistry between them was electric, they both felt it. A rage and turn on, Carla didn't know weather to punch him or kiss him. If he wanted to play this then so be it, she thought. Dean let go of her and they got in the car. The tension on the ride back could be cut with a knife, Sam started talking about their plans to get into the asylum though no one was really listening. Carla felt a deep, burning desire that she hadn't felt in a while. Dean kept looking at the mirror to the back seat where she sat looking out the window and briefly catching his eyes. He liked watching her. Touching the roof of the car and gazing up, Carla let out a groan. The boys looked at each other, "Penny for your thoughts", Dean asked her. She smiled, if he only knew what went on in my head, she thought. "Just enjoying the music", she replied. --------------------------------------------------------------------