The Moonlight cab

Part 8

Word count: 1053

The smile lasted for a while, till I started crying, tears streaming down my cheeks knowing that I would have no more moments to share with the boys. It's almost been two weeks and they seriously haven't left my mind ever since. Dean's smile and his laughter would linger in my mind when I'm going to bed. Talking to Sam about everything, like when I told him that I liked Dean another great memory. I thought I was really starting to recover, I really did. And somehow it was just all in my head. I stopped by a motel for the night, ready to look like somewhat of a person again. I threw my bag onto the floor and immediately went to the bathroom. I saw the bags were under my eyes, my hair was a hot mess and can we not talk about the fact that there was still blood on my shirt this whole time and I have no clue where it came from. I began to turn on the water in the sink and splashing my face to finally wipe away the dried up tears and before I knew it I had stepped in the shower, letting the water fall down on me and scrubbing my skin till it was raw. And then i just stood there feeling the water hitting my face. I winced as I felt the water hit something, a cut, maybe it was just a scratch and then I had noticed where the blood came from on my shirt. There was a wound on my stomach, needing stitches and I quickly got out of the shower, grabbed the first aid kit and began stitching myself up. It's so much more of a pain when you do it yourself, then if someone else had done it. I was too gathered in my own thoughts then to notice the wound earlier. How did this happen? Maybe when I'd hot wired the car, I remember hitting the side of my stomach but I didn't feel something this painful, and that was a while ago, I'm surprised I hadn't passed out on the road and before I finished the stitches Cas came in. He slowly began approaching me bringing his two fingers up to my forehead.

"Ca-Cas? Wh-what are yo-you doing her-here?" I stuttered attempting to back away and before I knew it he was gone, and so was the wound. 'The Jerk' I thought to myself, I told him to stay away and he didn't listen, of course, he didn't, I lay down on my bed and crashed quickly, dreaming of the two brothers still being alive. It was nice, it was like we were a normal family, with the apple pie life, but quickly the dream turned into a flashback of their deaths, I knew this would haunt me but this was so horrible. I woke up in a cold sweat with my voice hoarse and realizing it was from yelling out their names in my dream. Whoops, did I actually yell them out loud? I had hoped not and slipped into a pair of jeans and tank top and went back out to drive for some beer.

I walked into the dark parking lot, I had no idea what time it was at that point, I was just hoping that I could get that beer and drink away my feelings. I began to walk over where I had parked the car and opened the door seeing a note.

"Hey,

Please be careful"

- Anonymous

Hmmm, it's nice to know that someone cared about me at the moment when I was at my worst this time. I smiled at the note, setting it down, I didn't care who it was, at least I existed to them. I turned the car on and drove away slowly, being safe on the road. Soft music played in the background and it released all the tension that I was feeling at the moment. I let my head swing to the beat and tap my hands on the steering wheel. I drove to the nearest gas station and bought a six-pack of beer, I glanced around and saw somebody, those apple green eyes, that dirty blonde hair.

" Dean?" I breathed out slowly. I felt a tear falling down my cheak.

The man didn't make eye contact and walked away, it was probably just my imagination, and before I knew it I had left the store, beer in my hand. I climbed back into the car, driving back to the motel. I drove faster this time, forgetting about the note, feeling anger rise inside of me. Finally, I had made back to the motel and hit the mirror, I couldn't take it anymore, I didn't want to live with it seeming like their souls were following me around, the crushing weight of their deaths on my soul. I couldn't get the picture of his eyes and smile out of my head. Who was that man? Because the resemblance to Dean was almost blood-curdling. I felt the pain in my heart. Fear overcame me because if it was Dean then I had to find out where he was going, I can't stop till I find out if he's really dead. my thoughts were overcoming me, but sleep was doing that job much faster. My eyelids began to feel heavy and I could feel sleep rushing through my body. I knew I needed it, but I didn't want to give in and let myself believe that. I had to find him and Sam, if there was any shot of them being alive than I needed to know. But before I could think of a plan, I was sound asleep, the best sleep I had gotten in a while.

After a few hours, I felt the hot sunrise on my face. The morning had finally come. I wasn't ready for it to be morning again. Let alone know what was going to happen today. I didn't know that this was the day before I would find out the truth, the real truth was. I grabbed my things and headed out the door, I wasn't ready to know whats going to happen. But I was ready ... ready for it and went straight on.