WILLA

Ever since Sam's death I had been alone. The impact of the traumatic fight between Lucifer and Michael still scared my thoughts. The horrific sights of Castiel's body exploding and Bobby's neck twisting around. But worst of all, Sam beating the life out of Dean. His own brother. It wasn't Sam, I knew, but the whole scene was enough to send me into nightmares and withdrawals for months afterwards.

Lucifer's acidic words as he choked me against the Impala with Sam's hand. His unbelievable strength held me down helplessly as he whispered, "We're not done with you, yet."

Dean, bloody and swollen, screamed as loud as he could, demanding that the monster let me go. He did. Throwing me over the car to land in the gory remains of Cas' body. I never could remember what happened after. I just woke up in the back of the Impala and Dean looking at me in the rear view mirror, telling me that he was taking me to the hospital. Then I blacked out again.

I didn't even know how long it had been since then. Two years maybe? It couldn't have been. I hadn't looked at a single picture of those boys and I could still recall every feature of their faces, their personalities.

To be honest I didn't want to remember them. Sam, Cas, Bobby, and especially Dean. Bobby had tried to reach out and contact me several times. Every time the conversation would go the same way.

"You can't drop everything like that,'' he would say. "You said every time you got knocked on your ass that you wouldn't stop until the evil was gone.''

I would coldly reply that I didn't want to live like that anymore. My hunting days were over and I wanted nothing to do with that world.

Even Cas popped up out of nowhere once. Even with him being pretty much emotionless we formed a bit of a bond. Almost buddies. A few months ago I had fallen to drugs. Just pain meds and prescriptions for my supposed Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and anxiety. Those things didn't exist to hunters. But I couldn't help it after a while. I tried to be strong but eventually broke down in the middle of a stupid job interview. Doctors' appointments and many therapy sessions later I came out with dozens of prescriptions and recommendations for stress relief. One night I kept having these nightmares about that day. Everything happened again in slow motion. When I woke I went straight to the bathroom and ripped open the cabinet. I took all of the sleeping pills. Half a bottle's worth. I went to bed expecting… praying that I wouldn't wake up. But when I did, feeling healthier than I had in weeks, Cas was standing beside my bed with a scowl on his face. When I saw him I went into a crying fit, visions came flooding in. He put his hand on my forehead and sleep took me again. I hadn't seen him since.

Dean's face always haunted me. The night I got out of the hospital I told him to take me to my house. A big ranch house in the middle of nowhere, Kansas. Thanks to the fortune my relatives and distant relatives had given my family before they were all killed by demons, I lived fairly comfortably. I was the only living Everhart. As we drove up the long dirt driveway I told him.

"You have to go back to Lisa and Ben." I couldn't believe the words I said.

He looked at me, his face barely illuminated in the night. But I could see the whites of his eyes and the questioning stare he gave me. "I can't leave you,'' he said and looked back ahead. The big house loomed up in front of us. One of the lights was hardly visible from this distance. Laurel, my friend and housemate, was probably still awake.

"Dean they offer you a life," I choked back the oncoming sobs. "I have nothing to give you. Money, yes, take what you need but I can't live like we used to. You shouldn't either.''

He stopped the car in front of the porch. The light by the door turned on upon sensing the movement. My home awaited me and all I wanted to do was make this quick and painless as possible for the both of us.

"You love her," I continued, finally letting a tear break free and fall down my cheek. The air in the Impala got cold. I tugged the sleeves of my woolen sweater over my palms. "You love Ben. The hunting game is over and done now. It's time for us to live."

"I can't believe you,'' he gazed making me shy and look away. "You know I love you, Willa.''

I desperately tried to mute the crying but it was no use. "I can't be a person that you love, Dean. Everyone I know gets hurt or killed. I do love you. But that's something we can't afford. We've wasted too much of our lives hunting and killing. It has to stop.'' I grabbed the duffle bag at my feet and opened the door, slamming it hard behind me.

Almost the second I did so Dean opened his door and ran in front of me, turning and looking down at me. "Don't do this,'' his voice and eyes pleaded.

"If you need anything just ask Laurel,'' I said emotionlessly and brushed his shoulder aside to move past him. I jogged up the stone steps to the white door. When I grabbed the doorknob I heard his voice for one final time.

"I need you,'' he said, wavering. I turned and saw tears in his green eyes, spilling down his perfect face.

"Goodbye Dean,'' I opened the door and stepped inside. When I closed it behind me I leaned on it for support. I heard the door of the Impala slam shut and the engine start. That's when I broke down.

Laurel came running down the hall and wrapped me in her arms no questions asked. I thought that would be the last time I would ever see Dean Winchester. I was terribly wrong.

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