Author's Note: Hola, good peoples! I hope everyone is doing brilliantly.
So this was something that was bouncing around my brain. I am going to give it a try. It is very different from everything else I've done. I just...it was really bugging me.
Please review.
Also, Kat is about eighteen in this one. So Sam is twenty-seven, and Dean is thirty-one. Not that the boys' ages matter in this, but I'm that OCD.
Without further ado...
As she walked out the door, Kat couldn't help but glance back.
Sam hadn't budged since she'd left the bed they shared. Dean was still snoring softly in the other one, the one closest to the door. Kat always thought that they didn't look as troubled while they slept. She wondered if she looked like that too when she was asleep.
Recently, she definitely hadn't. She couldn't remember the last time she had gotten a good night's sleep in the past two weeks.
Each night she had worried over what to do. She knew what the right choice was, but it was also the hardest one. The one that would mean leaving Sam and Dean for a while.
Of course, she fully intended to come back. She just had to take care of this first.
Kat had left a note. It was on the pillow her head had left minutes before. She hoped that they wouldn't try and find her. She hadn't exactly explained why she was leaving- she just couldn't. Not to Sam and Dean. This was too personal. For once, she had to do this on her own.
She was an adult now. Kat had turned eighteen three months ago. She could take care of herself. She could handle this. She had to handle this.
Kat closed the door, praising the sleeping pills she'd slipped into Sam and Dean's beers earlier. Walking out into the parking lot, Kat felt her eyes tear up.
She quickly scrubbed at her eyes as she hotwired the blue truck parked in the corner. Pulling out of the parking lot, Kat decided to be honest with herself.
She was terrified. She was scared. And now...
She was alone.