Her feet pounded against the pavement as she ran, getting further and further away from that house where that awful man was. She had ditched the second he passed out with a bottle in his hand. Her breath was coming out in low gasps and her heart pounded in her chest. This was quite possibly the last chance she would ever get to escape, and she was determined to take full advantage of the opportunity.

It had been a long nine years being subjected to the torture and abuse the man she once called father made her endure. Her eighteenth birthday was coming up in a few weeks and if she could just lay low until then, she was sure she could be free from him for good. She didn't slow down until she reached the outskirts of town.

As she attempted to catch her breath, she continued her journey along the side of the highway. If she could manage to hitchhike, she was all for it, but she also didn't mind traveling by foot even if it was slower. Her muscles were sore and starting to tense up from her excursion, and it didn't take long for fatigue to begin to settle in.

"Need a ride?"

She looked over to see an older man behind the wheel of a beat up looking red truck. He had slowed down to match her pace and was looking back at her expectantly.

"Why not?" she mumbled.

The truck came to a stop as she walked around to the other side and climbed into the passenger seat.

"Where you headed, kid?"

"Anywhere."

"You got a name?"

She turned to stare out the window as the man started driving once more.

"Destiny."

"So that's about it. Any questions?"

Destiny, now 20, shook her head in response. The woman who had just finished explaining the basics of her new job, Kelsey, nodded in approval before handing Destiny an apron.

"Welcome aboard."

Kelsey headed back toward the kitchen area while Destiny made the rounds, cleaning tables and making sure everything was ready to open the bar. She hadn't held a steady job since running away and she was really hoping to make this one last. The pay was crappy, but it was enough to scrape by with the barest of necessities. 

She had found a cheap apartment that she shared with one of the few friends she had managed to make in the two years since she arrived. Her paycheck was just enough to cover her portion of the rent with a tiny bit left over to put into savings. Sighing, Destiny headed over to turn on the 'open' sign and headed back to the kitchen area to finish getting ready for the day.

"Matthews!"

Destiny turned at the sound of her boss's voice. He waved her over and she finished handing out the drinks on the tray in her hand before following him into his office.

"Take a seat, Miss Matthews," he gestured to the empty chairs across from his desk.

"May I ask what this is about, Mr. Jenkins?"

"You've been a very valuable asset to our team these past few years, Miss Matthews," Jenkins began. "I hope you know that."

"Thank you, Sir, but I'm afraid I don't quite understand," Destiny stammered. "Why am I-"

"Destiny, Destiny, Destiny," Jenkins smiled, sliding off his desk into the seat beside her. "I'm just congratulating one of my top employees on her hard work and dedication during her time here. Is that so hard to understand?"

Destiny squirmed in her seat, trying to angle herself away from her boss. However, he reached out and placed a hand on her knee to keep her in place. She looked up, wide eyed, as Jenkins smiled again and slowly slid his hand up her thigh.

"How would you like a raise?" he whispered, leaning in.

"How dare you?!" Destiny cried, jumping up from her seat.

"Oh, come on, Destiny. You're a young, attractive woman. Is it really so wrong for me to feel this way toward you?"

"No, but it is wrong to act on it considering that not only are you my boss, but you have a wife and children!"

"Destiny-"

"It's Miss Matthews to you, Mr. Jenkins," Destiny hissed. "And I think it's time for me to get back to work."

Destiny had to refrain from doing a little victory dance when the police came and took Mr. Jenkins away a few weeks after the incident. After she rejected him, he tried one more time with Kelsey and together the two of them went to report it to the police. Luckily, the bar was put under new management, so they weren't put out of  a job with the arrest of their former boss.

Life returned to normal for Destiny and her coworkers. She fell back into her normal routine working herself half to death at the bar before returning home to her little apartment that she now had to herself since her roommate had gotten married and moved out a year earlier. Destiny, Kelsey and several others at the bar got raises, albeit small ones, which helped out with expenses.

She could use all the help she could get now that she didn't have someone to split bills with. And even with the little improvements, Destiny still wished she could escape her life once more. Two months later, Dean Winchester walked through the door of the bar.

"Squirrel. What a pleasant surprise."

Destiny forced her eyes open and lifted her head slowly to look up when she heard Crowley's nickname for Dean. She had several cuts and bruises on her body from being tortured by the King of Hell every day. The worst one had been carved into her stomach. Crowley had ripped her shirt open and taken his time with each little cut until two words adorned her skin:

WINCHESTER'S BITCH.