The Last Voice

Chapter 4

Sam caught a figure of a girl sitting in the dark on the backseat of his brother's car. A girl pale as the moon above with natural wavy long hair, slightly biting her bottom lip as she sees his tall figure shifting on the front seat. Her eyes widened as she finds him looking at her.

"Kayline?" Sam choked the word out, turning his head completely to get a better sight of her. In his eyes, she was still the same; Eyes with the color of jade with honey brown hair framing her face. She was his sister.

"Sam," Dean's hoarse voice heard beside him, giving him a stern look in the gloom.

By the time Dean let the word out, Kayline's body was quivering rapidly, her breath hitched as she tries to gasps for the air around her. It all was coming back to her, the night he left, Dean's comforting voice and the nightmares she had after Sam's departure.

The nightmares, she thought. The demons, the night her older brother left, and her suicide attempt.

A week after locking herself in her own room and eat refusal, Kayline felt her world has collide and there's nothing can fix it. Sam had gone and there are hundreds of reasons for him not to come back to his family.

He was out there, with a chance to have a normal life with no demons to worry and others to safe. He could have found a girl, marry her and raise their kids in a lovely house with good job and kids instead of being with them and risks his life fighting the odds.

Dean could feel his sister's fear the backseat, his body tensed as his brother turn around to get a better view of their younger sister. Maybe it was wrong to get Sam, maybe they could find their father without him, maybe it was him who missed his brother so badly, and he couldn't stand to stay away from him.

"Can you drive?" Dean said coldly, giving Sam an intense glance.

The brown haired brother startled by his older brother's statement. "What?"

That was so wrong. Whatever happens, Dean would never let anyone touch the Impala, let alone drive it. "Get your ass here and drive the freaking car!" He snapped impatiently.

Dean scooted next to Kayline, trying to shift himself as soft as he can in his younger sister's side. That was when he sees her. Droplets of sweats were running down across her cheeks, her jade eyes widened in horror as she tries to even her breathing. Kayline's body shook rapidly as she avoids her oldest brother's eyes, clutching her chest in order to sooth herself.

"Hey, hey," Dean whispered softly, lifting her chin so he can get a better sight of her face. "It's okay, you can do this," he assured her with one hand on her back, rubbing her to calm her down.

They had the same eye color from their mother. The same crystal clear green with the stare mirrored Mary's. But when Dean saw hers, it was filled with fear and sadness. Even anger towards her older brother and Dean knows her soul is damaged.

Sam's departure had made a damage in her. Another damage and she wouldn't survive anymore, but Dean swore to himself that he would never let that happen to her. And he would put his life on it if it's necessary.

The middle child frowned at the scene before him. He realized how much he missed in four years. They were once a close siblings, closer than any other siblings could ever have. And by the minute he sat in the same place with them, he knows he wouldn't be able to make things up between them. He was already the outsider.

The nonexistent brother.

And the thought scared him. He loved her, of course he does, she's her sister by blood. But the way he left, with anger and clenched teeth had hurt her. And it seemed like Dean had took his place. The oldest was holding her and whispering something Sam couldn't even guess on the backseat to his sister.

Sam kept his mouth shut and began to drive the black sedan out of the driveway. "Dean," he called his older brother nervously. "Where are we going?"

Dean raised his face and saw his brother looking at him on the rear view mirror. He reached his jeans pocket and hand him a piece of paper. "Get there," he said flatly. And the ride went silent again.

The youngest of the three was biting her bottom lip mindlessly as the reflection of her brown haired brother stare at Dean's direction nervously. Her hands were white from her death grip on her oldest brother's shirt and she couldn't help to burry her body in Dean's embrace.

Kayline spotted it. The gaping hole inside her was trying to suck everything again, just like it used to. And she didn't know how to stop it from happening. She could use the old way. It would work somehow. But Dean would never let her out of his sight. And he had taken every knife, cutter and razor out of her way so she wouldn't be able to do it again.

Except one in her duffel bag.

"We're staying tonight," Dean's voice broke through the silence. "Pull over that motel."

It was another crappy motel, like the ones they used to stay in. But it doesn't matter, the siblings had live in them for most of their lives. And the only thing on Dean's mind was how to soothe his sister down.

"I'll go get the room," Sam stated in the darkness of the night, he was about to open the door when Dean's voice stops his motion.

"I'll go, you two wait in here"

Kayline jerked away from her brother's arm, terrorizing him with the pained look in her eyes that was widened with both fear and surprise. Her silent refuse screamed even louder than the verbal 'no'.

"Stay," the oldest ordered to nothing in particular, but somehow Kayline felt the word was directed to her.

Dean got out of his car and walk to the reception office.

"You stayin'?" an African-american boy in his mid teen asked.

"Yep, queen. One single and a double," he answered.