Lost | Dean Winchester [2]

Chapter 8

I felt numb as I stared out the window. A couple of days had passed and Dean still hadn't come back. Sam had suggested we move on and try and find a way to save him, but I didn't want to go yet. I wanted to be here in case Dean decided to come back, even though it already seemed unlikely.

"Eva?"

I turned to see Sam standing across the room from me. He had a worried look in his eyes.

"Maybe you should get some rest." He suggested. Once he said that, it became apparent to me that I was barely keeping my eyes open as I laid my head against the cold glass of the window.

"I can't." I muttered.

"He's not coming back Eva."

"I won't give up on him."

"I know, and neither will I, but he's not coming back." He repeated, earning no reaction from me. I refused to believe he'd just leave like this. I hoped that maybe he'd come back once he'd calmed down.

"We've gotta move on soon." Sam carried on.

This time, I turned and gave him my full attention. "What if he comes back? What if he decides to come back here and we're gone?"

"Okay, we can stay for one more day. But I know my brother, and he's not coming back here."

"He won't even come back for his car? He's practically in a relationship with that thing."

Sam let out a small laugh at that. "Not even for his car."

"Fine." I finally agreed, turning back to the window. "But if he comes back and we're not here, that's on you."

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"He's not coming Eva."

I shook my head, continuing to ignore Sam and watch for Dean. We just needed more time.

"We've gotta go."

I remained silent, wishing I could just stay rooted to this spot. It was clear he wasn't coming back, but I just didn't want to give up on him.

"He won't come."

I sighed, standing up and shoving the remainder of my things in my duffel bag. Sam was right, we had to leave. Once everything was packed up, I silently followed him out the door and outside to the Impala. I was actually surprised Dean hadn't come back for his car. Back when we were on the road, I'd sometimes catch him stroking it when he thought no one was looking. Clearly, this wasn't so easily fixed. 

I sat down in the passenger seat and we didn't even speak as Sam started the car. I couldn't help but feel like some sort of burden to him. The only reason he hadn't left me behind was probably because of Dean. If I were him, I would've just ditched me the second Dean was out of the picture. He had no reason to stay with me, so why were we currently driving off together to another state?

When we finally reached a hotel, we got out of the car and hauled all our stuff inside. I quietly walked off toward the elevator as Sam got us a room. This wasn't supposed to be so awkward, but I couldn't help but feel like I was intruding in some way.

I turned to get in the elevator when Sam came over. God, I couldn't even look at him. The elevator ride was short, yet the silence made it seem like it lasted an eternity and it wasn't any better when we got to the room. I was tempted to just go downstairs and book my own room. But I knew I couldn't protect myself, and Sam could. That is, if he actually wanted to.