FAMILY

0. PROLOGUE

PROLOGUE

       THE NIGHT RORY left Dean and John, she couldn't be more nervous. She decided not too tell them where she was going and who was she looking for; Rory felt to ashamed to do it. She knew she shouldn't trust her informant, however, the information she had been given made tickles in the back of her head, reminding her the question she had made herself for twenty-five years.

       In the morning she refuse to go to the case they had, telling them that she was feeling a bit sick and wasn't going to be useful. They didn't argue and left the motel room, Dean kissing her forehead before he went out and telling her to call them if anything went wrong, she nodded and wished them luck.

          While the Winchesters where out, she went to the bus station and bought a ticket to Pennsylvania.

         When Dean and John were back she acted like if nothing was going to happen. They ate dinner, talked about the poltergeist they hunted and went to bed. She said 'goodnight' to John, who was sleeping in the room next door and enter the room she was sharing with Dean. They stayed awake a bit longer, listening to music and watching a bad cops movie on the TV.

        When they finally went to bed, Rory hugged Dean tighter that ever. She just wanted to let him know that she loved him and really appreciate him even though he wasn't her real family. Of course she didn't say any of this and instead she buried her head on the crook of Dean's neck. She wasn't the hugging type which made Dean worry.

     "Is anything wrong, Rory?", he said looking at her.

      "No," she said breathing deeply and standing up, "I just needed a hug, don't really know why, ha.", she said smiling.

     "Well, goodnight then, Rory.", he said laying in the bed and turning the light off.

     "Goodnight, Dean", Rory said laying down in her bed too.

        She stayed awake till 11:30 p.m., her bus was leaving at midnight. She grabbed her bag, and make sure Dean was sleep before touching his cheek one last time and leaving a soft kiss in his forehead. She took a piece of paper and a pen, wrote a small note and left it on her bed. She wasn't proud of what she was doing, but curiosity was craving her and she couldn't resist.

         She left the room without shedding a tear, convinced that what she was doing was right even though it was selfish.

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