Chapter 9

Kate's pov

'And you don't see anything

Not even love, not anything

The night can take the man from you

A sense of wonder overdue

The morning brings a mystery

The evening makes it history

Who am I to rate the morning sun?'

I flutter my eyes open to music playing very low. I look outside and see that it's dark outside. I'm still leaning into Sam and his hands are still around me. I move a bit which cause pain to course through my entire body. Sam notices this and instantly moves a bit to help me. After a bit of struggle I'm able to sit up straight. "How're you feeling?" I take a deep breath and nod slightly. "Okay." Sam looks at me like he doesn't believe me but doesn't push it. "Have you been driving all day?" Dean simply nods. He still doesn't look at me properly. He only does that when he's extremely pissed or extremely guilty. I guess it's the latter. "We're 2 miles from a motel. We'll be there in no time." Dean says. I nod which kind of makes me nauseous. There is complete silence in the car. I guess none of us know what to say.

15 minutes later Dean pulls up in front of a motel. "I'll get the keys." He leaves slamming the door shut. I look at Sam's jacket which is still around me. It has blood patches on it. "Sam." I call out. He snaps his head direction, his eyes filled with concern. "Yeah?'' I smile at him. "Water." He looks arounds and then hands me the bottle after opening it. I sip in water bit by bit. It's still difficult to drink. Dean comes out with the keys and parks the impala in front of the room. Sam opens the door and gets out. I put my good leg out while wrapping my arm around my stomach. I walk three steps with Sam's help but I struggle too much. He moves to lift me up but I stop him. "It's okay Sam. I can walk." He looks at me in doubt but agrees. Three more steps and Dean had had enough. He drops the duffel bags and gently lifts me up. I start protesting but he doesn't pay attention to it. Sam opens the door and enters with the bags. Dean gently lays me down on one of the beds but it causes too much pain but I hold it in, not wanting to worry my brothers more. Dean then goes into the bathroom while Sam puts the bags away. I touch the back of my head and notice that the bleeding has stopped but there's still a large bump on it. I simply lay there, thinking about what had happened. I wanted to scream, cry, hit something all at the same time.

Dean wouldn't even look at me and Sam always looks at me like I'm gonna break any second. This just shows that both of them are feeling guilty for what had happened. My brothers are idiots. Sam come and pulls a chair by my side. "Okay. Let's take a look at your head first." I move a bit forward and turn my head to the right. I feel Sam clean my wound with a wet cloth. "It doesn't need stitches. You'll just have a bump for a few days." I wince when Sam applies disinfectant on the wound. Probably scotch. "Sorry." I take a deep breath. "It's okay Sammy." I move back and rest my head on the pillow. "I need to look at the wounds on your stomach. You're gonna have to take your jacket off. I can cut it off-" "No. I'll just take it off." Sam looks at me disbelievingly. "Kate that's gonna hurt a lot. It's just a jacket. You can get another." "No."

"Kate come on. Don't be so stubborn."

"No Sam. I will not destroy this jacket. Now you can either complain or help me out." He sighs in defeat and gets up to help me. I take a deep breath and pull the jacket backwards. It causes pain to course through my torso. Sam pulls the jacket which causes a jerk. A small whimper escapes my mouth. "What the hell?! Are you nuts?!" I didn't even notice Dean coming out of the bathroom. "She won't let me cut it."

Dean literally storms towards us and gently puts the jacket back on me. "Do you know how dangerous that is?! We don't know how severe your injuries are. This could worsen them!''

"Dean no! I will not let you guys mutilate my jacket. I'm gonna take it off and you both are gonna help me. Now help me." I again pull the jacket off of my shoulders. Dean only sighs but moves to help me. He very lights pulls the jacket and each time it hurts. I hold my whimpers in. I try to take a deep breath when the jacket finally come off along with my hoodie.

Sam and Dean stare at me with wide eyes but then it soon turns to anger. I'm wearing a black tank top underneath so I guess they see all the wounds now. I look down at myself and see my hands filled with bruises. My eyes widen a bit, seeing the amount of damage Greg has done. I look at my brothers, both of them staring at me with wide, anger-filled eyes. Sam comes and sits in front of me, gently taking my face into his hands. He lifts my head a bit and touches my neck. I hiss in pain as I realize that it must be bruised because of Greg choking me. I pull my face away and look down. "I'll get an icepack." That is all Dean says before leaving the room. Sam checks my hands for any cuts but there are mostly bruises. "Okay, you need to remove your shirt. I'm cutting it and that's final." I simply nod, not wanting to argue. He cuts my tank top from behind and helps me remove it completely. I'm wearing a sports bra so it doesn't get awkward. I look down at my stomach. There is large purplish bruise on my left side. I touch it and immediately regret it. Sam notices this and comes and stands in front of me. His jaw clenched when he looked at my stomach. "That asshole. We should have buried him alive."

"Sam-" I say trying to calm him down but he cuts me off.

"No Kate! Look at what he did to you! He doesn't deserve to live." There was so much venom in his voice that I got scared for a moment. Sam was taking deep breaths. "Why would you let him do this to you?" He asks in a small voice. I look at him confused then with anger. "Let him do this to me? Sam I didn't have a choice. I tried everything! I even tried to run away! Nothing worked, nothing! Fighting back only made it worse. What do you think I should've done?! Kill him?!" By now, tears were forming in my eyes. "Yes" What? I look at Sam in horror. "What did you say?"

"I said 'yes' you should have killed him."

I know I know I know. I hate myself too and to tell you the truth I don't really have an explanation for not updating. I know this chapter isn't much but I swear it will get better. I promise I will update the next one a lot sooner. Please don't lose faith in me or the story. I love you guys and thank you for tolerating my absence. You guys are the best

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