Cheerleader in the Road
Disclaimer: Dean and Sam belong to Eric Kripke. Claire belongs to Tim Kring. I own nothing.
Author's Note: Written for Donna_C_Punk
"She's dead! She's gotta be dead. No one can survive a hit like that."
"Shut up, Sam. Help me get her in the car."
Dean felt all the blood drain out of his face when he saw the cheerleader's body lying on the road. He hadn't seen her. She came running out of nowhere, and Dean couldn't slam on the breaks fast enough. Now her tiny body was covered in blood and her limbs twisted in impossible angles.
Taking a shaky breath, Dean bent down to lift her arms. Sam reached for her legs. The moment they touched her, her eyes opened. Dean jumped backwards.
"You're alive?" he said.
She swung her left leg into place, followed by her right. Her right arm twitched before turning around. It slid back into its socket with a snap. The girl reached for her left arm and snapped it back. She then sat up, turned, and looked at Dean.
"Where did you learn to drive? NASCAR?" she asked.
Dean pulled his gun out from under his coat. "What the hell are you?"
"A cheerleader." She stood up and brushed herself off. "Oh, no, how am I going to explain this? My dad is going to kill me."
"Sam?" Dean nodded to his brother.
Sam pulled out a small bottle of Holy water. He uncorked the top and flicked drops of it onto the girl. She whirled around and faced him.
"What did you do that for?"
No smoke, no screaming, nothing. This girl was no demon, and if she wasn't a demon, then what the hell was she? Dean didn't lower his gun.
"How did you do that?"
She looked from one brother to the other and sighed. "You can't tell anybody you saw me heal. You can't. My dad'll kill me if anybody else finds out."
"Who are you?" Sam asked quietly.
"I'm Claire. You?"
"I'm Sam, and this is my brother Dean." Sam looked over Claire's blonde head at Dean. "Put the gun down. I don't think she's one of the bad guys."
Her eyes widened. "Are you guys with the Company?"
Dean lowered his gun. "Who? What the hell is the Company?"
"No, you would've tried to grab me by now." Claire stepped back, heading to the woods on the other side of the road. "Look, I've gotta go. I'm sorry I hit your car. Promise me you won't tell?" Worry crossed her pretty face.
"You've got our word," Sam said, smiling.
Claire returned the smile. She then ran off into the woods.
Dean replaced his gun. "Well, that was weird."
"You've seen demons, ghosts, monsters, and psychic kids, Dean. Why is it weird a cheerleader can heal herself?"
Dean shrugged as he and Sam sauntered back to the black Impala. "I don't know, man. Just is."
Once Sam was fastened in his seatbelt, Dean started the car. As he stepped on the gas, he turned up the headlights.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked.
Dean crept along the road. "Watching for cheerleaders."
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