Karla's POV
I look down at my swollen stomach and feel a tear roll down my cheek. Holden hasn't come back since Sam took him our first day. I worry about them not finding us, and Holden being dead. I look to Bentley next to me, and she looks weak.
They keep trying to touch her, but I get them in my grasp and.... Well let's just say I've killed about ten men. Dean got mad the other day though and she came back beaten, and I couldn't do anything to save her. "Mommy, Is Holden dead?" Bentley asks me. I look at her, and see her bruised face.
"I don't think so, baby. We need to be strong though, and show them no fear or weakness." I say, and she nods her head. The door opens, and I snap my head in the direction to see Sam walk in.
"Karla, Dean wants to see you." He says walking over. He dra
