Me & You

Running

Running. Not the kind where your legs go back and forth and you move to a desired area quicker; the type where you run from your memories, the type where you run from your feelings. Just running. But, not really running, I'm sure you get the gist.

The thing is, unlike most people, I don't drink bad memories away, or smoke them away, I drive them away. I drive until I run out of gas, which, of course, I'll refill, but then I actually realize how long I've been driving.

The reason I like it so much is because it draws my attention away from my thoughts and instead makes me focus on the now. It makes me focus on the road, the cars driving past, the people in the cars, the bikers, the bars, billboards, road signs, just, my surroundings.. Anythings better than having to focus on my boyfriends death, replying in my head, over.. and over.. and over..

If only I could have been there.. If only we wouldn't have had that fight.. if only I could have stopped the demon.. Christ!

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"Kaitlyn? Kaitlyn! God, Kaitlyn, no, no, no.. How did those idiotic boys not see you?! What were they doing?!" My visions very blurry, and all I can see is off-white walls moving in and out. The world is shaking. My heads throbbing. Everything is absolutely horrible. Did I die? Is this what death feels like? "Katie! God, Katie, your okay! Jesus Christ, how DARE you frighten me like that!" once my vision straightens up, I can actually see Clare glaring at me, rather than just feel it. Leave it up to my darling sister to give me the death eye. "What happened?" I finally get out after five minutes of death stare. "Brothers. Our age, actually. That's what happened. They ran into my Volvo. It's completely ruined! It took me FOUR YEARS to save up for that, and it's ruined. Those stupid, immat--" Suddenly the door slams open, hitting the wall with a thudd. A man appears, about my age-- 22. He has stunning hazel eyes and a jawline that could cut if I barely ran my finger across it. And his hair, lord, he had the nicest hair. Don't even get me started on those arm muscles. I ran my eyes down his arms, studding the muscle and vein pattern, slowly traced the length of his fingers.. god, he could do wonders with those.. A slight cough brings me out of my trance, I look up and see this stranger standing by my bed, staring down at me. "Uhm.. hi? Sorry about.. wrecking.. into you. Me and Dean-- my brother-- were fighting, and.. yeah.. I'm so, so sorry.." He awkwardly coughs, sticking out a hand. "Er, Hi. And it's fine. I completely understand." I gingerly shake his hand, due to the fact I can barely move mine. Another man comes in my room, leaning on the doorframe, " We'll fix your Volvo. I'm Dean, by the way. And I'm sure my brother never introduced himself, he's Sam. Dean and Sam Winchester. And you are? And who is this--" he says, slyly looking at Clare, "lovely little darling?" He smirks, then winks. I honestly don't find him that appealing, but neither does Clare, not very surprising. She's not into that type. "I'm Kaitlyn, or Katie, and that-- that's my sister, Clare. Clare and Katie Wrutherland." I flash my sweetest smile, assuming this is the one who Sam was fighting with. "Do you have someone we can call to inform about the accident?" Sam's sweet voice fills my ears, pulling my attention towards him. Me and Clare both look at each other and then at the same time: "No." I clear my throat and continue: "Our mother died when she had me, and our father.. we don't talk about that. So, no, we have nobody. Plus we're both in our twenties. So, no." I sighed, Watch as Sam walks around the room. "Well, well, well.. You have nowhere to go then? Because you could always sleep with me-" his face turned bright pink, as his eyes widened, "-I mean, um, you can always come stay with us.. at our apartment, I can take the couch and Dean can take the air-mattress, and you two can have the beds, that is, if you want, aha." He smiled a goofy, too-big-to-fit smile, scratching the back of his head, blushing. "I'd-- we'd love that." I rubbed his arm, flashing a smile.

A few days later, I was allowed to leave the hospital, Sam being the first to know. He had been keeping close tabs on me since the day we met. It was one of those types of friendships where right when you meet, you know it's going to be something special. On the way to the apartment, Dean and Sam proceeded to tell us about their family, and what had happened. The car ride was long, surprisingly, and Sam and Clare had switched spots so Clare and Dean could get to know each other a little bit more, and me and Sam could get to know each other more. As Clare and Dean ogled over their precious cars, me and Sam talked about our lives, our favorite color, food, animals.. you know, the usual. I started getting tired, and I think Sam could tell because he wrapped his arm around me, letting me cuddle up next to him. As I started falling asleep, my mind drifted to a thought; that we may not have real family, but we have each other, and that's all we need, and all we'll ever need.

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AN:

Hey. This is bad, but, I wanted to say thank you to anyone who reads and puts up with it. And I want to thank my best friend for giving me an idea for this story; don't worry, Gabriel, your part is coming up soon.