Supernatural: Season Two

Playthings (1)

Playthings (1)

Kylie's POV

God knows how many days we spent looking for Ava, and although I was up for anything, the case of the matter was I was still falling apart.

I was bent over the dirty motel toilet, Dean holding my hair back as I barfed whatever I had in my stomach. He had been great during the last few days while I was getting sick, but I feared that the physical tool on my body was having an emotional effect on him.

"How are you doing baby?" He asked as I slumped back against the wall.

"I . . . don't know." I admitted, running a hand through my sweaty hair. I attempted to get up, but only slumped back onto the floor.

"You need food." Dean decided. "I can get you something small?" He offered.

I shook my head. "It'll just come back up." I sighed. "I'll be okay."

"Yeah, but how much longer are you going to be okay for?" He sighed, slumping on the floor next to me. "I've been doing some reading-"

"I thought we were focused on Ava?" I glanced at him, tiredly.

"I had some free time." Dean shrugged. "But I'm thinking maybe this thing is like a family curse. I mean, you said your dad had visions too, right?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "But how do we stop it?"

He stayed quiet, looking down at his hands.

"You don't know." I answered for him, before leaning my head on his shoulder.

Dean cleared his throat before shifting around. "I want to take a look at your stitches, make sure that they didn't rip open." He explained before gently lifting up my shirt.

I glanced down at my wound, it looked a purplish red color. The stitches didn't look the greatest and I could just tell that I wasn't healing the way I should.

"Dean," I sighed softly, "I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this for." I admitted.

"What?" Dean asked quietly, looking at me like I spoke another language. "You promised me you wouldn't give up, that you would finish this fight."

I smiled sadly. "I know, but Dean." I let out, shaking my head. "Look at me. Really look at me."

Dean glanced over the features of my face before closing his eyes and shaking his head. "No, you're going to be find. We can make sure you don't get any more visions and we can find some hoodoo magic."

I shook my head and touched his cheek. "I think we should focus on Sam and finding Ava."

"We need to focus on getting you healthy, Kylie." He sighed angrily.

"You can only focus on one thing at a time." I let out. "Sam is more important."

"That's not true." He shook his head. "You both are equally important to me."

I rolled my eyes. "We both know that's crap." I tried to joke making Dean shake his head.

"Kylie please."

I let out a breath and shook my head. "Let's just get me some water and I'll be better in a few minutes." I smiled.

Dean gave me a smile back before helping me off the floor and into the other room.

"Yeah. Okay. Thanks, Ellen." Sam spoke on the phone as Dean led me to our bed.

"What'd she have to say?" I ask as Dean immediately went to get me a water.