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Dean's POV

I watched as that strong woman made her way through the tunnels, her quiet grunts of pain echoing through the piping. We made a mistake. We seriously fucked up. I couldn't see past the blind anger that had flooded me as Sam told me they had hurt her. She was the last person on earth I wanted to see in pain. But there she was, hobbling on her broken leg, and her heart shattered. I grasped at her arm, stopping her from moving any further. "Let me carry you." I say softly, not giving her time to answer. I lifted her into my arms as gently as I could. She hissed and grasped at my shirt as I carried her through the tunnel. We finally reached the streets, the streetlight illuminating the pained look on our faces. I set Lottie down besides the building we stood by, reluctantly releasing her. She leaned against the wall as Sam and I stepped out of earshot.

"Come on. We gotta find a phone, and call the police." Sam finally said, his eyes glancing at the broken woman pulling out a pack of cigarettes from her jackets. She lit one up and winced again, nearly biting clean through the cancer stick.

"You're gonna put an APB out on-" I stop a little, clearing my throat as I coughed away the tight feeling. "On me?"

Sam slouched slightly. "You're right. We're not gonna do that." We both looked over at Lottie leaning against the fence, looking at her shaking hands. Sam pulled me farther away. "Dean... she's.... she's really leaving... isn't she..." Sam whispered, his tone shaky. "She hates us...."

"Don't say that. It'll be fine. We'll be fine.... No matter how many times we've made her mad at us... it's always..." I start choking up, but I clear my throat.

"We should have noticed it..." Sam started. "Why didn't we see it?"

I ran a hand through my hair, ruffling it and slapping my forehead a bit. "I don't know, Sammy. I already feel like shit." I snap, sliding down the fence besides me. "I ruined everything, Sammy. I just... I saw red...." I grasped at my hair, flinching a little as that beautiful voice broke the silence.

"Get your tight asses in gear. We ain't got all night." She snaps, flicking her cigarette into the street. We rushed to her sides.

"We need to get you to a hospital first." I state gently, grasping her arm.

She grasps my arm, slamming me against the fence. "Don't touch me. I'm not going to a hospital. I can just hear the sirens already, 'My two best friends tortured me after a look a like broke my damn leg, and ended up killing her too'. Forget it. Shut your mouth, and mosey on. That thing is going to kill someone and I am not letting it live another day." She seethes, shoving away from me and hobbling forward.

We helped Carlotta walk for a while, stopping by a store that has its TVs running. My face was plastered over the screen.

"An anonymous tip led the police to a home in the Central West end, where a swat team discovered a local woman bound and gagged. Her attacker, a white male, approximately twenty-six years in age, was discovered hiding in her home."

"Man, that's not a good picture." I joked, hoping to lighten the mood. Carlotta smashed her fist against the glass, limping away as it shattered. We followed after with terrified faces.

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After a while of walking, we ended up in an alley way, trying to stay hidden in the shadows. Sam looked around as I tried to convince Lottie to let me carry her. "Look, I know I'm not your most favorite person in the world right now, but dammit, you're going to hurt yourself even more with all that hopping." I snap. She gazed at me with those beautiful green eyes of hers for a minute before sighing.

"Just shut up already and do it." She whispered. A sigh of relief left my lips as I stooped down, lifting her into my arms with relative ease.

"They said attempted murder. At least we know-" Sam blurted out, coming back to us, but he was stopped short by Lottie.

"Chitty Chitty Chat Chat. We need to get moving before it actually kills someone." She snaps. I gazed down at her angry scowl, taking note to her pale face and puffy eyes.

"We'll check with Rebecca in the morning." Sam suggested.

"Alright, but first, I wanna see this handsome devil and kick the crap out of it." I snapped.

"We have no weapons. No silver bullets." Sam pointed out. Lottie winced a little bit, rooting through her pockets. She pulled out a single bullet, sighing in aggravation.

"The rest must've slipped out. It's all I have left." Lottie sighed, placing the small bullet in Sam's palm.

Sam sighed, loading the bullet into his gun. "Alright, where do we look?"

I looked around. "The sewers?"

"We have one bullet, Dean. We can't risk it in a dark tunnel."

"The car...." Lottie mumbled.

"It probably drove it to Rebecca's." I replied to her, looking away from her glare.

"The news said it fled on foot." She snapped. "Use your brain." Sam and I nodded in agreement. Then, something clicked on in my head.

"That thing drove my car!"

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The Impala was parked outside of a house, just underneath a streetlight. Sam grabbed hold of Lottie and held her in his arms as I basically hauled ass to my car. "Oh, there she is! Finally, something went right tonight!" A police car swung into view and I heard Sam hiss something. I turned to go to the other way, but more police cars were pulling up, blocking the exits. The fence was the only way to go. I gave one look to Sam and Lottie. "You take care of her, Sammy!" I snapped, tossing him the keys. Sam hauled Lottie away from the scene, her eyes trained on my figure. I smirked and jumped the fence.

I made my way through the sewers again to retrieve my fun. Upon arrival, I see a woman tied to a chair. I made my way over and stared at Rebecca. "What happened?"

"There, uh, there was this thing that.... it looked like me." She stuttered out. I felt my blood go cold. Sam and Lottie were meeting with Rebecca now.

"Sam and Lottie..." I whispered out, horror etching over my face.

We rushed out of the sewers, desperate to get there in time. We burst through the door of her house, and my eyes glue to the figure laying on the ground, motionless. "Come to save your little brother and your whore? You're a little too late for the little bitch, but hey, I'll give your props for tryin'." I hear my own voice say. I whirl towards it, holding my gun up.

"Hey!" I yelled. I watched as it stood up, releasing Sam and turning on me. I fired my gun and put two bullets in it's chest. It flew back against the wall and slumped down, dead. I rushed towards Lottie, grasping her cheeks, shaking her lightly. "Lottie, come on. Lottie!" I plead desperately. I pressed my fingers to her neck, a weak pulse thrumming against my fingers. "Oh my god, I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry." I pull her into my arms, pressing soft kisses to her head as she groans, her hand grasping her head. "You're safe...." I start rocking her lightly, rubbing her back as she catches her breath. "You're safe...."

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The next morning, I sat in the Impala with Lottie. She lay asleep in the passenger seat with a make shift cast on her leg. Her face, neck, and chest were littered with bruises and scratches. I looked back as Sam got into the car.

"So, what about your friend Zack." I ask after a moment of silence.

"Well, cops are blaming this on a Dean Winchester for Emily's murder. They found the murder weapon in the guys lair and Zack's clothes stained with her blood. Oh, and the body of Carlotta Bellway. Now, they think the surveillance tape was tampered with." Sam replied gently. Lottie stirred in her sleep, sitting up with a slight gasp.

"You alright?" I ask, starting the Impala.

She nods and refuses to look at me. I sigh out gently and drive to a motel. Sam helped Lottie into her room and she bee lined to her bathroom, shutting herself in. I walked up to the door to ask if she wanted anything to eat, but the shower turned on. I sighed and turned to Sam.

"Let's go grab some food. She needs to be alone." I sigh, that pit of worry delving into my stomach.

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Carlotta's POV

I stared at myself in the mirror, fighting back tears of blind rage. I undid the makeshift cast, biting down on my leather jacket as screams of pain tried to worm their way out. My leg pulsed as I pulled out my cell phone. I pressed it against my ear, wiping my eyes slightly as tears peeked out. "Hey, sorry for callin' out of nowhere."

"No problem, what'd ya need?" I hear Bobby's gruff voice ask.

"I need a ride. A fast one." I sniff in a little bit, chuckling a little bit. "There's been a bit of a problem with the boys and I. I need to leave. Soon."

"What'd those idjits do this time." Bobby growled. "What's the address?"

I told him the address and he promised a ride within the hour. "Thanks, Bobby. I'll drive by and tell you all about it, okay?" He hear his gruff reply and the line goes dead. I toss my phone into the sink and exited the bathroom, dressing in some pajama pants and re-wrapping my leg. I quickly stuffed my duffel with my things as my door rattles with a series of knocks. I pull out my gun and hobble over, peering through the peep hole. A scrawny man stood on the other side. I opened the door, gun behind my back. "Who the fuck are you?"

"I'm Garth, Bobby sent me with your car." He stuttered, trying to look me in the eye. I smirked. "Here's the keys." He mumbled out.

"Thanks kid." I put my gun back into my holster. "I owe ya one. Now git." I snap, shutting the door in his face. I scoff and scrawl down a note, telling the boys I'm out and head out the door with my duffel.

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Dean's POV

Sam and I got back to the motel after a few hours. My gut kept telling me to go back sooner, but I couldn't face her just yet. I wish I had. I stared down at the note we found in Lottie's room, my hands shaking as I gazed at her smooth handwriting.

'By the time you get this, I'll be as far as Columbus, Ohio. And I ain't coming back. Not yet. You two hurt me. More than anyone in my entire life has. And I don't think that I'll be getting over this anytime soon.
Carlotta.'

She hated me. She hated us. Tears built up as I swung my fist into the wall, hating that I had messed up royally. I thought I could make this right....