She walked out of her bedroom with her bag slung over her shoulder, walking right in between the boys, breaking up an argument they'd been having, assumingly about her.

Sam smiled at Katie but she could still see the pity that he felt towards her deep in his eyes. She glanced over at Dean, who was giving her a weird look.

"You ready?" he asked her.

Katie nodded and led the boys down the stairs.

A few minutes later she found herself in the backseat of an old black car that smelled like leather and cologne. Katie took one last look at her home but the look was too painful because the life that had once thrived there was now no more. Dean was driving towards the sunrise, looking straight forward, but once in a while Katie would catch him sneaking a suspicious look at her in the rearview mirror.

Sam on the other hand wasn't so sneaky. He rode in the passenger seat and would frequently look around, expressions of sorrow and concern practically written all over his face. Katie couldn't handle Sam's never-ending commiserating glances anymore so, with her bag next to her on the seat, Katie lay her head against the cold window and fell asleep crying.