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- Lilly-Mae's point of view -
The next few minutes went by extremely fast. As soon as I was able to move again, I ran to my bedroom, picking clothes from my suitcase and putting them on. Some jeans, a t-shirt, a pair of boots, and a vest were all I needed to leave that place right that instant. I had my mindset on the garage, sure they had to have an extra vehicle I could take to get as far away as possible, as quickly as possible.
On entering the room I spotted a green Honda CB 200 from 1975, and that was better than anything I had hoped for. I opened the garage door, and seconds later I was on the road, going way faster than what was safe. My mind was blank as the wind blew on my face. The chilled morning air causing my eyes to run and my body to be filled with goosebumps, although that might've also had something to do with the sentence that kept floating around in my head.
"What stops us from not just killing her?"
Dean was right—I was just something holding them back from being free. I brought trouble and danger their way. If I was dead, Heaven would leave them alone, if I was dead, I couldn't hurt anyone.
I had lost everything I had ever owned, things I never even thought would be possible to lose. Everything I once was no longer existed.
Did it ever even exist? I wasn't who I thought I was, and not even knowing yourself was a terrifying thought. Everything was so blurry, but the feelings were real.
No clue where I was going I decided to get on Interstate 40 and see where it would take me. I drove for hours with only one thing going through my head; hoping they weren't coming after me. Hoping they hadn't even noticed I was gone yet. Hoping that Castiel was unable to locate me by using his angel powers.
The first stop I had to make was because I was out of gas, and had to fill the bike up—that's when I fully realized that I had nothing. No money, no passport—nothing. Keeping my head low after having filled up the Honda, I stole a KitKat from the Gas-N-Sip and decided to eat it in the disgusting smelling toilets, to make things less obvious as I waited for the clerk to forget my face. After about Hopping on the Honda right when the clerk came running after me—too late, I was gone.
Hours passed once more, but my mind was too occupied to notice how much time had gone by. Driving past Santa Fe shook me awake for a brief moment; from Lebanon to New Mexico, I had been driving for about ten hours, and my body started to feel it. I couldn't stop however, I was still too close to the others. The only time I would stop was to fill up the Honda, that was the only time I had to spare. Another ten hours and I would reach the end of the states, staring directly at the Pacific Ocean.
Maybe I could catch a boat to Japan—but how would I pay for it? Maybe they would accept the motorcycle as payment. My mind was racing, trying to find a way to disappear in the hopes the Winchesters would never see me again. A month on the ocean on the way to Japan would help them forget my face.
In the last twenty-four hours, I had a glimpse of a future me. Someone who grew up to be strong, on the side of those people who saved her life. Now I was running away with no intention of ever turning back to see those people ever again.
With the sun was no longer visible and the Honda running out of gas for the third time I decided I deserved some rest. More than twenty hours had passed since I left the bunker—driving much longer would become too dangerous.
I was close to Los Angeles and thought it was a good idea to find a motel on the side of the road to crash for the rest of the night.
The Winchesters had no idea where I went, I had no phone—no credit card, it would be impossible for them to track me. At least that's what I forced myself to believe as I pulled in on a parking lot of the first motel I came across. The Pink Motel shone in bright pink letters—this had to do for now; I could catch some sleep and figure out a way to catch the first boat to Japan in the morning.
