Until The End Of Time

Chapter 9. Another day

It was barely past eight in the morning, but lines of cars and trucks had slowly filled up the large dirt lot by the main gate.

Most cabins were located on the low hill behind the lot, so Kye could easily see everything from the deck of Cabin 12.

She recognized the moss green Jeep almost instantly among other vehicles. The two brothers stepped out of it, wearing the same outfits Kye had seen them in yesterday. Dean yawned loudly and stretched his body while Sam walked over to a group of men for a chat. The guy didn't seem to be in a bad mood. He laughed and pulled each of the men in for a half-body hug. His brother then came over and tapped on Sam's shoulder. Dean pointed in the direction Kye assumed was their cabin.

When Sam turned to Dean, he caught Kye watching them from afar. He waved and gave her a bright smile.

Kye had no choice but to wave back. The way they left their conversation yesterday made her feel awkward toward Sam. He didn't do anything wrong, in particular, and was very helpful to her, but Kye was pretty sure he was hiding something.

Maybe he just didn't tell her the whole truth, and she couldn't blame him for that.

They were strangers, after all, and Kye was not exactly who the Resistance considered an ally. She also didn't know how she felt about them yet. Not that it mattered. Kye knew the smart thing would be to take time and observe the situation, but she needed Sam's help now.

When Kye finished her thoughts and looked down at the lot again, Sam was not there anymore.

"Damn it," Kye muttered.

She had missed him. Kye'd better get herself together. Her mind was hazy—she knew why—but it slowly got back to normal, so there was that, at least. Kye knew she couldn't continue sulking over what had happened, even when a big part of her life had been ripped out.

No one to blame but herself.

Kye jumped at a cough only a few feet behind her. She turned around to see Sam standing there with a trademark earnest smile on his face.

"Morning, Kye," the guy panted—must be from the climbing he had done through the hill that led directly to the side of Cabin 12. "How did you sleep last night? I hope you've settled in alright."

Sam combed through his thick brown hair with his fingers. His pinkish face made Sam look like a teenage boy.

"Morning, Sam. Yeah... I managed to get some sleep, fortunately. How was the trip?"

There was no point in sharing her nightmares with him.

"Well, usual supplies run, you know... Got around a few checkpoints. The rest of the trip was just mountain roads. Nothing the Jeep couldn't handle... It can be boring sometimes, but Dean and I actually kind of enjoy it."

Kye chuckled and shook her head. Men. Normal human men, she meant. Not like she had a whole lot of experience with them.

"That's good to hear." Kye looked down at her mustard-colored loafers and chewed her bottom lip—a nervous tic she had picked up after her dad died. "Uhm... Actually, there's something I want to ask you about."

Sam frowned. A knot formed in his stomach. He wasn't bothered by her or her question, more like for her. He knew he shouldn't.

After their conversation last night, Sam had hoped Kye wouldn't ask him any more questions that he couldn't answer. Sam felt guilty, partly because he had been there when Bobby revealed his plan to him and Dean, and partially—as strange as it sounded— because he had been the one carrying Kye to their Jeep at the exchange.