Until The End Of Time

Chapter 10.3. In the shed

Eight months had come and gone. Bobby was wrong, dead wrong, once again. It was still a stalemate between the Resistance—or himself— and Michael, but at least the camps were safe. For now.

The three angels, on the other hand, were still not home.

***

After the exciting phone call with Michael, Bobby asked Kye for help. He trusted the girl to do the right thing.

Kye's first reaction was to defend Michael. She believed he had changed and would not harm civilians without justified cause, but what happened with Alastair put a lot of doubts in her mind.

Alastair was far from innocent, everyone knew that, but what Michael had done was excessive. Excessive and very him.

Kye knew, at his core, that Michael was the same being who had led the Host down to destroy her world and caused her kind so much pain. The inclination for destruction had never left him. It just slept dormant, waiting to be woken. It was hard for anyone to change, Kye supposed, but especially Michael. Without a constant reminder, the archangel would go right back to the way he was before.

Maybe even worse.

After everything that had happened, Kye was not sure she knew Michael as well as she would like to think anymore.

His blue eyes were the last memory Kye had of him—She had completely forgotten how cold and eerie they could be until Michael looked down at her in the rain. That image had haunted her dreams ever since.

Michael was not the forgiving type. Whatever he did to Alastair proved just that. Alastair was stupid enough to launch an attack on Michael, so the man had to pay the price. A thousand folds. It served as a warning to whoever had the same idea. It was never about her. Bobby just misunderstood.

Kye didn't see the point of wearing the amulet that Bobby had personally made her. The camps had stood strong for almost two decades right under the angels' noses. Their warding system was no joke. Most people Kye had come across here still wore some sort of talisman or amulet, but it came from a place of ignorance. A placebo for their peace of mind. They didn't know that the angels who took refuge at the camps had engraved Enochian symbols on almost everything—buildings, vehicles, weapons, and personal items to prevent anything with grace from going in or out undetected. Only friendly angels. Their hard work, however, went unrecognized because their very existence at the camps was a big secret to most.

Kye also thought about how she must be the furthest thing to Michael's mind. He had always been busy. There was hardly time and space for anything when they were together. Now, why would he waste a second thinking about her, an ex-companion who had betrayed him?

It had been eight months. Michael would have long found her replacement. If, by any chance, he had not done so, Zaaphiel would make sure of that.

Michael deserved only the best.

He would have sent for her if that was what he wanted. The archangel had already shown Kye mercy by not killing her, and that was the most he would do for the sake of whatever they used to share. Kye had come to accept that. It was the end of their story.

***

"You only need this Beretta. Don't worry about the ARs or other big guns, but I will still show you how to work with them next time." Sam wiped his hands on a small towel and looked up with a smile.

A long, quiet moment followed. The duo sat in each other's presence, fully aware of the tangible unspoken things.

Sometimes, Kye wondered what ran through Sam's mind when he looked at her like that, but then it was not so hard to guess at all. She was not dense, but she couldn't break the line. Kye was not in a good position to accept anything more than friendship from Sam or anyone. Eight months was not short, but it was not long either. Kye couldn't forget about someone who used to be her everything. The guilt of what she did to that person crushed her under its weight. She might never be ready for Sam because she didn't deserve what he offered.

Kye resorted to the same thing she always did: She checked her watch and slapped her knees. "Well, I'll hold you to your promise. Now, I have to run back to my cabin real quick before going to the kitchen. I'll see you there later!"

Sam frowned. Every time he felt that he was one step closer, Kye pulled away. Sam knew he should not get attached to her because of everything: Who she was; Who she got involved with; Ruby would likely kill him if she found out. Dean wouldn't be so supportive either. It was too complicated even without his feelings added to the equation.

Bobby had warned Sam many times, but he just couldn't help it.

The Winchesters were chick magnets everywhere they went. It was quite unusual for Sam to go this long without a new girl on his arm. His older brother had already questioned his behavior, but Sam just gave Dean all kinds of excuses.

Dean was not stupid, however. Eventually, he would know, but Sam didn't plan on pouring his heart out just yet. He knew Dean would lose his damn mind. His brother never liked Kye because of her past relationship with Michael, but it wasn't her fault. Sam always defended Kye but it was never enough. It could be impossible to change Dean's mind once it was set.

"Kye, hold on!" Sam rushed to stop the girl, but he didn't know what else he could say to her. He looked into the pair of innocent brown eyes that he loved and hated the most and stammered, "I...Uhm...Stay! Just don't go... Please."

Sam looked down at the callouses in his hand. The last word seeped out like an exhale. His face felt as if it was on fire while his heart hammered in his rib cage. Sam finally looked up and hesitantly put his right hand on Kye's face.

He played with a few loose strands of her hair before tucking them behind her ear. The afternoon air was warm and thick like molasses. It encased them, almost suffocating them. Everything stood still besides the occasional rustles caused by the late summer breezes.

Kye always felt safe and secure around Sam. He cared for her the way a friend or a brother would, and she appreciated that, but in this moment, her body was tense like a bowstring. Something irreversible was about to happen.

Sam lifted her chin as gently as he could, trying to catch her eyes. Kye looked like a trapped animal, and it broke his heart. He wanted her to trust him as she always did.

"Don't be scared, Kye. I will never hurt you," he whispered then covered her lips with his.

Sam coaxed them to open slightly before fully wrapping his arms around her. The two move backward blindly until they hit the table with all the cleaning tools. Sam picked Kye up on it, as easy as it could be. She was so small and light, and she didnt protest. It was a nice surprise, but Sam took whatever she threw him. He smiled on her lips and pressed his body on Kye, running his hands on every inch of her exposed skin that he could touch, and it didn't feel enough.

Kye was lost. The amazing feeling of being embraced and desperately needed, physically and emotionally, takes her higher and higher. She felt alive. It was so good that she could cry, but at the back of her head, a small voice kept stabbing. This is not right. You need to stop. Now.

Kye gathered all her willpower to push Sam away. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were hazy from the heat of the moment, but her voice was crystal clear.

"No, Sam... I'm sorry."

Kye jumped down from the table and avoided Sam's eyes as best as she could. The pain in them could kill. She ran out the door and almost knocked Dean off his feet.

"What the hell, man?" Dean yelled at her. "Look where you're going!"

He watched Kye, now several cabins away, in bafflement before walking into the shed while still rubbing his chest. "Can you believe this chick, Sam? Running like she got fire on her ass. Where the hell is she running to... Hey, what have you guys been doing here? Sam? Hello?"

Dean realized his brother had not reacted to anything he had just said. Sam didn't even look at him. He just stared at the wall as if it had killed someone he knew before punching it with all his might. A grapefruit-sized hole appeared on the previously pristine surface.

Dean jumped at Sam's outburst. "Sammy! What the hell, man?"

Sam didn't care about his bleeding knuckles. He stormed out of the shed.

"Sam? Sammy? What's the matter with you? What is going on with everyone today?" Dean cried in confusion and chased after his brother.