Life with Dean and Sam Winchester.

Moving on...

--Dean-

It had been well over two months since Paige's death and everything has been going great. We had taken off those two months to grieve, but last night Keyla had enlightened me that we need to get back to doing what we all do best. Hunting. Since there was four of us now, we had split up into two groups; Me and Keyla, and Sam and Ryan. It was the best for us to do because they kept our minds off of Paige and kept us focused. At least that was how it was for me, Sam never really talked and so he didn't really argue when we had told him of the news. This case was special to him however becuase we were going back to the college where he had lost Julie, though we were not doing that type of case. He wanted to go and say 'hey' to her one last time, he said that it was her who had kept him centered and grounded when he had left us. He needed to talk to someone and that someone must be her, becuase he sure as hell isn't talking ot me, or any of us for that matter. I had tried to talk to him, but all I accomplished was pissing him off and him snapping at me then leaving. It wouldn't have been so bad if he hadn't been gone for well over two days, I was worried sick about him. Something that I have been doing since Paige's death, mostly becuase I can't take loosing another loved one. But that's all me I guess, I was the only one worrying. 

I felt two small arms enciircle my waist, Keyla didn't have to say anything, I knew what she was telling me. She had an uncanny ability to read my mind at times, she always knew when I was stressing out again, or if I was overthinking things. She knew and she let me know that she knew. I don't know what I would have done without Keyla these past two months. She was here for me, and I was glad for that, becuase I needed her to stay strong and to not fall apart. She kept me centered and grounded. She was helping me move on.