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I'm Sorry: Chapter 1 - Pilot

I open my eyes and am exposed to the scene in a blur – splashes of orange, red, yellow, against the darkness. Am I in hell? Is this what hell looks like? Man oh man, is it hot. I lay on my stomach, my body contorted on the ground, the concrete of the sidewalk hard against my right cheek. Slowly the silence turns into a harsh ringing in my ears, and I notice the pounding in my head. My vision grows clearer, and I focus in on the figure kneeling in the grass in front of me.


I'm spending the night in Sam and Jessica's apartment to keep her company while Sam is away on some trip. A girl's night, just like the slumber parties we had as kids, and just like when I was a kid, I fall asleep halfway through the movie.

I wake to the sound of Sam calling to his girlfriend.

"Jess? You home?"

He doesn't notice me as he passes by the couch. I hear the shower running and Sam's footsteps entering the bedroom. I doze off again, only to be awoken by another, harsher scream.

"NO."

Suddenly, a man kicks his way through the front door of the apartment yelling Sam's name. I sit up quickly as he runs toward the bedroom. That's when I notice the fire, seeming to have appeared out of nowhere, its heat emanating throughout the tiny apartment.

"JESS, NO!"

Jessica? What's wrong with Jess? What's happening to Jess? I'm stunned as I watch the fire engulf the room, the apartment, and feel the heat grow even hotter. The man who had burst through the door is pushing Sam out of the room, trying to get him to leave as he struggles against him. But where's Jess? Why isn't he getting her out of there, too? Finally, he notices me, sitting there shaking on the couch and yells to me from the front door to get out of there. I can barely move. I follow after them, making it to the edge of the porch downstairs as the two reach the edge of the lawn, I hear glass breaking, and an explosion pushes me forward. I hit my head on the sidewalk, and I fall into a deep sleep again.


Sam. The tan back of his jacket facing me, I can see him hunched over, staring up at the flames now reaching their flickering fingers far out of the apartment windows and up into the night sky. I can feel the presence of someone leaning over me from my right side, away from my face. He reaches for my shoulder to turn me over, and I let out a little huff. He stares down at me, his fingertips still resting on my shoulder.

"Are you alright?" he asks.

"Y-yeah… I just… my head…" I close my eyes again and furrow my brows as the pounding in my head gets stronger. After a few seconds I snap them wide open and jolt straight up, forgetting whatever pain I'm in. "Where's Jess? Did you get her out? Where is she? Sam?!"

"I couldn't… she…" he sobs. The words come out broken and he can't finish his sentence. All the while, he never turns away from the fire.

I can't stop staring at his back as tears begin to well up in my eyes. "No… no, no, no, no, no. Maybe she wasn't in there! Maybe the shower was just on and she wasn't in there," I cry, trying to hold back the tears and sound optimistic.

The stranger speaks up. "No. We saw her. She was-"

"Dean, just stop. Stop talking," Sam commands, each word a little softer than the last.

Dean. I slump over and lie back down, resting my head on the grass this time and crying silently as we hear the sirens approach. None of us speak. We just wait.


As I sit on the bumper of an ambulance with a blanket wrapped around me, holding an ice pack to my head as a nice woman with kind eyes disinfects and patches up the cuts on my cheek and arm, I look up from the ground for the first time in what seems like hours and watch Sam and Dean fumble with something in the trunk of a black Impala across the street. Sam slams it shut, and they walk back towards the scene, Sam trying to avert his gaze from the blackened walls of his apartment. They come to stand near me, Sam in front of me with his hands shoved in his front pants pockets, slouching to try to make himself look smaller, and Dean leaning against the door of the ambulance on my left side with a heavy thud. I stare at Sam's face as he looks at his feet.

"What are you going to do?" I ask at a near whisper.

"I… I think I'm going to go with my brother. I need to take some time off…"

"Oh, okay." He notices the slight shake in my voice and looks at me with a worried expression on his face.

"How 'bout you, Kim? Are you going to be okay?"

"Yeah, I just, uh, have to find somewhere to go. I'll be fine," I say, attempting to brush it off.

"Somewhere to go? I thought you were in school." He pauses, coming to a sudden realization. Oh great, here it comes. "Kimber Ann Laurence. Why aren't you at school? You should be going to class tomorrow."

I feel guilty. I don't want to tell him this now. It's not his problem. "I'm sorry, I just, I should have called you guys before, but I didn't have a phone, I was hitchhiking, I literally didn't have any money."

"Hitchhiking? From Southern California? What happened?" He sounds more concerned than angry or upset. He's always been a big softy, meant in the most endearing way possible.

"My dad, biological, didn't want anything to do with me, but he was paying for school, you know? Did Jessica tell you that? Well, uhm, he... passed away. His wife was never too fond of me, so the payment for my second semester never went through. I was kicked out of housing. I was couch surfing for a while at some old friends' places, but I didn't have much money to pitch in, and, well, I didn't really have such great friends. I came up here to ask if you and Jess would mind putting up with me for a little bit until I could get a job…"

There's silence while Sam thinks.

"You're coming with us." I had a feeling he would say this. Great, great, great...

"What?" Dean asks in disbelief.

"We can get you some money, find you a place to stay for now."

"Sam..." I try to object.

"What?" Dean repeats himself. Sam pulls him aside.

"It's just for now, Dean."

"Does she know?" Know what?

"No, but it'll be fine. We'll just… just go along with it, Dean. Please."

"Sammy!"

"Just for a little while. Please."

"… Fine. But just for a little while, until she can get on her feet." He glances over at me. "And only 'cause she's cute." He notices that I heard and adds, while facing me, "Like a lost puppy."

I just sit there staring. I'm already asking too much as it is. The boys turn toward me and Dean shoots me a sarcastic smile.

"Looks like you're coming with us, doll," he says, his smile fading into a grimace as he walks past me and back toward the Impala.

"Thank you!" I shout, not knowing what else to say. He throws up his left hand and waves with his back still turned toward us, walking away.

"Well, come on then." Sam wraps his arm around me and the blanket as we slink away from the scene. I climb into the back of the Impala, then he sits in the passenger's seat.

"Get comfy, sweetheart." Dean says, glancing through the rear view mirror at me huddled in my stolen blanket in the back seat. He starts the car, coaxes it to a bassy purr, and drives us down the road, away from what once was Sam and Jessica's home.