Heaven today is but a way
To a place I once called home
Kat sat in Jared's trailer. Jared had been looking after her for the past month. He really should have been a spy the way he had been able to smuggle her from his trailer to his car and to the motel he had set her up in. However, he had finally said enough was enough. He couldn't keep lying to his wife. Kat shook her head. That still took some getting used to. Jared was married with a baby boy. And Jensen was still... Jensen. His love life was still a mess. He wanted this girl, he had her, and he lost her. Kat smiled. At least some things never changed. The smile slowly slipped from her face when she remembered why she was sitting in Jared's trailer at that very moment. Jared had also decided that he couldn't keep lying to Jensen. Kat raked her hands through her hair. She wanted to bolt for the door and keep on running.
She thought about the last time she had seen Jensen. He had been asking her to spend her life with him and let him raise her child. She closed her eyes and felt tears form. Now that very child was being raised by Dean and here Kat was, back in the world she had been so eager to leave behind. She opened her eyes and let a couple of tears fall. She didn't think she could handle looking at Jensen. All she would see in his features was Dean. Or more to the point, all she would see now was the little things that made the two men different.
"Jared, I swear to God this better be good man. I haven't had my coffee yet," she heard Jensen's voice from outside the trailer.
"Oh believe me, it is good," Jared said.
Kat stood and watched as the door opened. Jensen came in first. He turned and saw her and everything stopped. She felt tears come to her eyes and suddenly all she could think of was Dean. She heard Jared close the door to the trailer and knew that he had left her and Jensen alone. She walked towards Jensen when she realized that he wasn't going to make the first move.
"Kat?" he asked softly. His voice reminding her so much of the man who she had left behind.
"It's me, Jensen. I," she shook her head, "I'm back."
"Why?" he questioned.
She shrugged. "You don't want to know."
Jensen looked at her and saw how skinny she was and how tired she looked. He still couldn't believe that she was there. He stepped forward and yanked her into a tight hug. He realized she was right; he didn't want to know why she was there. He just cared that she was back where he thought she belonged.
Sam opened his eyes when he heard Addie cry. He rolled over in bed and slowly sat up. He looked at the bed across the room was his. It was empty and hadn't been slept in. He sighed and climbed out of the bed and walked over to the crib that held his crying niece.
"Shhh, it's all right, Addie. Uncle Sam is here. I got everything under control," he said picking her up in his arms.
He held her close to him. He sighed and didn't know what was worse; the lie he was telling himself that he had everything under control or lying to Adora about it. He turned when the door to the room opened and Dean staggered in. He saw that the buttons on Dean's shirt were half undone and his belt was hanging down his leg. Sam sighed not even wanting to know who his brother had picked up at the bar the night before. He watched as Dean just walked over to his bed and crashed. Not even a word to Sam or a hello to Adora.
He turned and looked at Addie. "Well, good morning to you, I guess," he muttered carrying her in the washroom. He would give her a bath and get her dressed then take her out for breakfast. After he would take her to the park of something. He would bring her back to the motel in the late afternoon when Dean finally decided to get sober. Dean would spend a couple of hours with Addie and then they would leave and move on to the next town and the next hunt. And there Dean would go out after and get drunk. Sam sighed.
"Rinse and repeat," he muttered.
Dammit, Kat, why couldn't you stay and fight? He thought.