Miley sat numbly on the couch, the tea in her hands had been cold for a long time now. She stared at the wall across from her; her knees tucked up to her chest and her arms around her knees holding the cup. Her head was pounding, she couldn't tell if it was from the thoughts swirling around in her head, or the shouting match she had with Dean before he left with Sam.
Dean. He was the best thing in her life, and also the worst. Miley thought about when she first met him. She was an elementary school teacher twelve months ago; and now look at her, alone, depressed, confused and angry. How did this happen? She asked herself. But she already knew the answer.
Miley shivered and wrapped her coat tighter around her as the cold winter air blew through her like she was made out of paper. She braced herself against and started to walk home from the school.
"I should really get a car." She whispered to herself the sighed. She couldn't afford a car; and the school was only a few blocks away anyways. She didn't need a car. She scowled and mentally scolded herself for wearing heels and a skirt in November. She lived in Iowa her entire life, she should know better by now!
She sped up her pace as she walked along the sidewalk. Miley didn't notice the two guys standing ahead of her. She gave a little shriek when her shoe caught on the pavement and she fell. Thankfully when she fell her bag didn't open sending her student's papers everywhere. Unfortunately, her handful of books, and the miscellaneous crap in her purse weren't so lucky.
"Need help?" A man's voice from above her sounded. Miley looked up at the stranger's face. He was wearing a worn leather jacket, jeans and a odd necklace. He was rather handsome. Miley smiled up at him and took the hand he offered her.
She cried out in pain as her ankle gave way, the handsome stranger caught her in his arms and frowned.
"Looks like ya' sprained it sweetheart." He told her. "Hey Sammy!" He shouted behind him. Miley craned her neck to see who he was looking at; he was talking to a very tall man wearing plaid who was apparently Sammy. "Get her stuff, we should help her get home." The man said.
"You don't have to do that." Miley protested, she wasn't stupid, she gave lectures to her students about getting into cars with strangers, and she was going to practice what she preached.
The man raised an eyebrow at her. "How're ya' gonna get home then?" He asked. "From the looks of it, you don't gotta car."
She frowned and looked at her ankle. She really wasn't going to make it home alone. She sighed. "Fine. But," She added, "I get to make it up to you somehow."
The two men shared a look and Sammy shrugged. "Alright." The other one said. "I'm Dean by the way and this is my brother, Sam."
Sam gave a friendly wave in her direction as he picked up all her stuff. Dean scooped her up bridal style, acting like she didn't weigh a pound.
Miley smiled weakly remembering that night. When she met the Winchester boys she never thought they would change her life so much. Her lower lip trembled as she fought with herself. She she do what's right for her? Or should she just hope that everything turned out alright?
Miley sighed. She needed to talk to somebody. Somebody other than Dean. Somebody other than Sam. Her ears perked up when she heard noise coming from the kitchen. She smiled. Bobby. He'd be honest with her, he wouldn't try and sugarcoat it.
Miley stood up and walked into the kitchen, before her courage ran dry. "Bobby?" She asked standing in the doorway of the kitchen.
Bobby spun around a knife in his hand. Miley took a step back and Bobby relaxed.
"Jesus's balls Miley!" He exclaimed. "You tryin' ta' send me to a early grave girl?" He asked her.
"Sorry Bobby." She whispered, her eyes downcast.
"I'm jus' kiddin' around." He said looking at her. "Watcha' need?"
"I need to talk." She whispered not looking at him.
"Then talk." He said sitting down at the table. Bobby gestured to the chair in front of him and Miley all but collapsed into it.
"Bobby," She began. "What if-what if something was killing you? Not actully killing you," She hurriedly explained catching Bobby's worried look. "But slowly you just start to-to lose sight of who you were, who you are, and more and more you sink into yourself. And you know what's best for you, but you can't seem to do it, can't do it because it would hurt the people you care about, but if you stay, you're only hurting yourself. What do you do? Do you be selfish and do what's best for you, but not them? Or do you struggle on? And slowly kill yourself?" She asked, staring into Bobby's eyes. "What do you do?"
Bobby was silent for a few minutes, just staring at Miley. "Miley, it seems to me you got a real problem here. And I'm no' gonna ask you what it is, 'cause I think I already kno', but lemmie tell you this. I love you kid, you're like a daughter ta' me. I kno' I only met 'cha a couple a months ago, but you're just like the boys." Bobby leaned closer to her. "I'm gonna tell you exactly what I'd tell them boys. Go with your gut. Don' listen to the stupid little voices in your head, go with what you're guts tellin' ya. It'll be the bes' thing you can do." He told her. "A'right?"
Miley nodded. "Yeah.." She whispered.
"Ya' get what ya' need?" He asked her.
"I think so. Thank you Bobby." She said. Miley leaned across the table and gave Bobby a hug, which the older man returned.
"You stay safe, ya' hear me? I don' wanna hear 'bout you goin' off and tryin' ta hunt alone girl do ya' hear me?" He told her sternly.
"I promise." Miley pulled away and walked off to her room.
She knew what her next move was now. But that doesn't mean she has to like it.
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