((So I've decided to start working on another story that will be more than just some stupid smutty one-shot. With how much people liked "We Saved Each Other", I feel like I can do even better and maybe give a good storyline with less mistakes. So let's see, shall we? Be sure to drop a review! PS I have created an OC for this one.))
Katherine Howard stared at the ground quietly, trying to make up her mind. She stood silently weeping on the outer part of her window sill, staring at hustle and bustle of the street below her. Headlights passed 5 stories below her, cigarette smoke wafted up from the under aged kids with fake IDs hanging out in the clubs and making out on the sidewalk with such ferocity that it looked like they were trying to climb each other. Cincinnati was most likely the worst city in the entire country, and Ohio was the worst state. Her high heels made her ankles shake against the brick wall, a push that made her thoughts stop drifting and told her to make up her mind. Jump, leave the world forever, pray to God that she makes it down head first. Or go back inside, lay down in her squeaky bed, and cry herself to sleep either watching porn or funny cat videos. What a life. She had stood on this window so many times before, staring down and begging her legs to let her fall. Wearing her grandmother's pearls and the corsage her ex-husband had given her at their senior prom five years ago. 6 months after the divorce, this is what she had become. She had told her friends so much crap about finally being free and being able to do whatever she wants but it was a lie. She was empty without him. Heartless. She had been one 47 first dates, 15 one night stands, and had a steady boy friend for a week before she opened up and told him about he ex-husband. That guy never came back, and ran over her cat on the way out of the apartment's parking lot. Bastard.
"Hey!" She heard someone yell from below her. She listened but didn't hear at first, assuming that it was to some friend or slutty girl or whatever. "Hey, what are you doing up there?!" Someone yelled again and she looked down. Whoever this was, they were talking to her. It was a man with light brown hair and eyes that were either brown or green, she couldn't tell without her glasses. His voice was low and gruff sounding, and he was wearing a brown leather jacket with a Metallica t-shirt under it. His boots looked worn down and had holes in the left foot's toes. She wasn't entirely sure how to respond. Tell the truth? Say she's washing her window?
Another, much taller man came and stood next to him. His hair was pretty long and greasy looking, and he wore a flannel shirt that made him look like a scrawny lumberjack. He muttered something to the other one and looked up at her. "What's your name?" He yelled up at her. His voice was a bit higher pitched.
"Kate!" She yelled back down to him. Her tears had dried by this point and her eyes burned with the crisp November wind blowing into them. The tall man spoke again. "Well uh, my name's Sam, and this is my brother Dean. What's your apartment number?"
It was surprising that all this yelling wasn't drawing a scene. Probably because no one would even care. She yelled the number 503 and Dean disappeared, probably headed for the door. Sam looked down nervously, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt with his long, lanky fingers. "So uh Kate, right? What- um- crap..." He trailed off for a moment. "Why're you doing this Kate?"
She didn't exactly feel like pouring her emotions out from a window like they do in the movies so instead she just screamed, "Is it any of your damn business?!" She felt bad for snapping at him when he was just trying to help. She heard a crash behind her that startled her and made her slip, and she hung from the window sill by her hands, clawing with her nails to stay held up.
"Son of a bitch!" She heard Dean yell from inside her apartment. He leaned out her window and grabbed her arms, pulling her back in through her window. Kate's legs hit the floor hard, and she crouched down hugging her knees to her chest, safely in her apartment building. Dean's arm was around her shoulder, hugging her close as if they had been friends for years, both of them breathing heavily, except Katherine was mostly sobbing. Same showed up in her open front door and looked at them. "You got her?" Dean merely nodded in reply and looked at her, brushing the hair out of her face.
Katherine wrapped her arms Dean's waist and buried her face in his chest, and he slid her hand against her hair, trying his best to be comforting. Kate, while trying to end her life, had just been saved by the man that would bring pn the apocalypse.
