The Last Voice

Chapter 8

"Kay?" Dean called as he walks over the bed and sit on it to take off his boots, green eyes wandered around the room, trying to locate his sister's figure. He got up and knocked the bathroom door twice, "Hey, are you in there?"

The door opened to reveal a tired looking Kayline wearing one of Dean's old long sleeved shirt, honey brown hair falling down past her mid back as she look at Dean with her green eyes. Sweats ran down her face to her neck, leaving a trail of it on her cheeks.

"You okay?" The oldest brother asked with a slight concern, hands wiping her sweats as he stares at her. Kayline nodded silently, rubbing her left upper arm with her right hand. "Catch some sleep, okay? I'll go and have a shower," Dean said softly and step inside the bathroom.

Kayline let out a sigh, walking to her duffel bag, she reached her back pocket and brought the carved knife John gave her when she was fifteen to her sight. It was a good five inches long, made from silver with protection spells carved on it, a real beauty for those who admire it. Kayline shoved her clothes, digging through it until she reached the bottom of it. With one motion, she put the knife in the bottom, covered with her clothes. Away from her older brother's eyes.

*****

Dean turn the shower on, letting the water hit his body as he stands still, thinking about everything he has been through. Sam left for his dreams, it wasn't something he should be punished for, but John had been so selfish to his children, making them follow his path fighting the odds without giving them a chance to choose whether to do it or not. And this life was not the life Dean wants for his brother and sister.

He wished he could change the past, making their life somehow better than the way it supposed to. But the past is past, and he can do nothing to change it, because Dean Winchester is just a human being. No matter how strong he was, no matter how much he fought the supernatural, he still is a human with no control of his life.

And now it seems like everything had gone from bad to worse with their father missing. He sometimes wonders what made him obeys his father, raising Sam and Kayline all by himself, sacrificing everything he had for his family, willing to give up his childhood for his sibling, but sometimes everything he had given up for them is not enough.

As the water turns cold, Dean jumps out of it and get dressed. There, outside this door, was his sister waiting for him, and Dean put on the mask of toughness he has been wearing since the night Mary died for the sake of his siblings as he stepped out of the bathroom.

Kayline was sitting on her bed, staring down at her feet, doing nothing in particular when Dean steps out of the bathroom. Once again, the older brother examines his younger sister; navy blue long sleeves shirt and black shorts, her pale skin stands up with the dark colors, an ordinary look except for the oversized shirt. But the girl who was currently wearing the outfit is not an ordinary girl in his eyes.

"Kayline?" Dean called softly, the 20 years old girl looks up to him as he called her name. "I'm not going anywhere, come on, you need to rest."

The younger girl nodded, positioning herself on the bed as Dean walks to her side. "I won't let anything happen, okay?" He assured her once again, sensing her insecurity. Kayline nodded, closing her eyes as Dean kisses her forehead. "Nothing would hurt you," he whispered to himself as his younger sister drift into restless slumber.

*****

Sam cried, for everything that had happened because of him, for everything that had happened while he wasn't there for his siblings, for years of misery he had caused his sister without his company.

He was angry to himself, for being such an ignorant person, for his selfish ego that caused all of this, for being a stubborn jerk to leave everything he had for a chance to have a normal life. But tears won't change anything between him and his siblings.

Sam simply didn't know what to do.

*****

Dean leaned on the wall of his motel room, inhaling the morning breeze deeply as he stares at the sight in front of him, focusing his green eyes on nothing. Somehow, he wished his mother was there to tell him what to do to clean up this mess their father had caused.

It was 8:45, he had assured Kayline to stay in the room and do the research while he and Sam went out to do the field work. And for once, Kayline did not argue, for her own fear she would have another mental breakdown in front of her older brother, she decided to stay at the motel room and do the research.

Sam's door opened, the brown haired man stepped out of the room wearing black button up shirt with white t-shirt underneath it. Aside from the casualty he held in his appearance, he had the tired look on his face, like someone who had been up all night with dark circles under his dull hazel eyes.

Dean groaned in frustration, this wasn't exactly what he need right now. "Do you even close your eyes last night?" He retorted tiredly.

Sam looked at him, pinching his nose as if he was trying to tell him the obvious. "Dean," he whispered helplessly. Sam looked around and finds Kayline was nowhere to be found.

"She's not coming," Dean spoke to answer his brother's silent question. "Let's get going," Dean said huskily as he walks to the black '67 Impala.