Supernatural: Season Two

Hunted (2)

Hunted (2)

Kylie's POV

I looked at my vibrating phone as we pulled up to the Roadhouse. Dean's name flashed sending a slice through my heart. I felt bad for leaving him, but Sam needed help, who knows what he was going to find on this journey.

"You're not going to answer it?" Sam asked as he shut off the car.

I glanced between him and the phone in my hand before shutting it off. "No, you asked me not to, so I won't." I nodded. "I just sent him that one text to let him know that we're safe."

I wanted Sam to trust me, to let him know that I was doing what he wanted, but I also needed Dean to know that we were okay, and that we didn't run off in a romantic get away.

"Thank you." Sam let out, pulling the keys from the ignition.

"Yeah, of course." I nodded. "Look, I get what your going through, I do." I licked my bottom lip. "I'm not going to stand in your way, but I'm going to help you and make sure you don't get killed."

He rolled his eyes with annoyance. "I'm not going to get myself killed."

"You don't know what can happen Sammy." I said before pushing my door open and stepping out, Sam following my lead.

I looked up at the old bar that had become a home to us before eyeing Sam. "What are we doing here?" I asked as we headed for the front doors.

"I want to talk to Ash, see if maybe we can find others who are like me." He explained, his hands going to his coat pockets.

"Well," I let out, "let's go sweet talk Ash." I winked before following him into the bar, immediately connecting eyes with Ellen who was behind the bar.

She gave us a knowing smile and I returned it with a small one.

"Sam, Kylie." She nodded.

"Hey, Ellen." Sam grinned sheepishly. "You don't seem that surprised to see us."

She gave a shrug, her eyes lighting with amusement. "Well, your brother's been calling, worried sick, looking for you two."

"Yeah." Sam nodded. "Figured he might."

"What's going on between you three?" Ellen looked at me, but I immediately glanced at my boots.

"So, um, how's Jo?" Sam asked, changing the subject.

"Well, I don't really know."

My head shot up as I eyed her with concern. "What do you mean?"

Ellen gave a small shrug. "Well, I haven't seen her in weeks. She sends a postcard now and again." She bit her bottom lip, a look of concern crossing her face.

"Oh Ellen," I let out softly, "what happened?"

"Well, after she worked that job with you guys, she decided she wanted to keep on hunting. I said 'not under my roof', and she said 'fine'."

I could see the hurt in her eyes, and I blamed myself.

"So, we're probably the last people you want to see right now." I bit my lip as I sat on the barstool across from her.

She let out a throaty chuckle. "Oh, don't get me wrong. I wish I could blame the hell out of you three. It'd be easier." She bit her lip and shook her head. "Truth is, it's not your fault. None of it is." Her eyes glistened with tears as she spoke. "I want you to know that I forgave John a long time ago for what happened to my Bill. I just don't think he ever forgave himself."

Sam moved closer, leaning against the bar next to me. "What did happen?"

A look of fear and pain crossed over Ellen's face, her brow became wrinkled as she looked down at the glass in her hand. "Um, so why did you come here, sweetie?" She glanced up at Sam again, a smile on her face.