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Sora ran down the road frantically. She was being chased! Her foot hit a rock, and she just jumped over it and kept running.
"Save me, Jesus!" she cried, panicking.
Then, she turned the corner, and instantly, relief kicked in. She grinned broadly. The base. Corporal Winchester.
Corporal Winchester was greeted by about fifty pounds of flying little girl. He smiled brightly and grunted as he caught her. Sora didn't seem completely happy, though. She seemed more relieved than anything.
A small, loud group of men appeared shortly thereafter, demanding the blasphemer. Among all the murderous faces, was one smirking face. Dean could have sworn he saw a flash of white at eye level; that caused him to not really see straight for a few moments. The sun could do that, though. Sadly, he also spotted Sora's grandfather in the group.
Dean's commanding officer offered Sora asylum. She gladly accepted it. Not too long after this, Dean added to himself a new title: Ab, or Dad, as Sora soon learned to call him. Between English lessons for Sora and missions for Dean, the time flew by.
Then, when Dean was injured, and had to be air flighted to Landstuhl Regional Medical Center, Sora was with him.
"Well, well, well, Sora Winchester. The girl who wasn't meant to live." Brady smirked, his eyes flashing black.