Day 4.
Sam tosses a duffel into the car. You walk toward them, your backpack on one of your shoulders. You approach the brothers, and open the backseat door, tossing your backpack in as well. Dean's obviously upset. You are too. You promised yourself there wouldn't be any more deaths. Not if you could prevent it. Yet there were. And you could have prevented it. You could have.
"Look, we're not gonna save everybody," Sam tells you and Dean. You look up at him, and sigh.
"I know," you and Dean say.
And it's true, you start to realise. You couldn't have prevented Jake's death, not without letting Lucas die. And you wouldn't have let him die. You just want to hit your head against the car or the nearest wall, and be alone, listening to depressing music.
But Andrea and Lucas walk up to you. "Sam, Dean, Gwen." Upon seeing them, you close the car door and approach them.
"Hey," Dean greets.
"We're glad we caught you. We just, um, we made you lunch for the road," Andrea says. Lucas is carrying a tray of sandwiches. You can't help but smile at the kid. "Lucas insisted on making the sandwiches himself."
"Can I give it to them now?" he asks his mum.
"Of course." Andrea kisses him in the head.
"Come on, Lucas, let's load this into the car," Dean says and Lucas follows him.
"How are you holding up?" you ask Andrea.
"It's just gonna take a long time to sort through everything, you know?" she replies.
"Andrea, I'm sorry," Sam says, at the same time you say
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
She shakes her head. "You saved my son. I can't ask for more than that. Dad loved me. He loved Lucas. No matter what he did, I just have to hold on to that."
"We didn't save your son, Andrea. Jake did," you tell her, and she smiles a little before moving to talk to Dean and Lucas.
"How are you holding up?" Sam asks you. "I mean, you're away from your family, with no means of communicating with them, and they don't know where you are… For all they know you could be dead."
You take a deep breath. "It could be worse," you reply. "I could actually be dead. I'd rather be here, than buried underground, or even cremated. Who knows." You shrug, not quite answering Sam's question, but before he can point that out, Dean calls out for you two.
"Sam, Gwen, move your asses. We're gonna run out of daylight before we hit the road." You roll your eyes, and chuckle slightly as you head back to the car and open the backseat door, getting in. Sam does next, and you're all in the car, so Dean starts the engine, and drives away, playing some song you don't recognise.
Lucas and Andrea are waving at you, and you smile at them, and wave back, as the Impala drives away, and you let the lyrics wash over you.
I got to move on and I never seem to slow down
Yeah yeah yeah, I'm moving on, moving on from town to town
Yeah yeah yeah, I never seem to slow down.
A/N: The song is "Movin' On", by Bad Company.