The room was filled with stress and dread, people pacing and heart beats rising; a woman laid dead in the room next door. The tension was building as everyone looked upon the lifeless body. To some, Beverly Tanner was a friend, a neighbour, a mother or an innocent woman who was caught in the wrong situation and as they started at her body, reality became all too real. Dean had shot three deadly bullets towards her, ending her life within seconds as she whimpered in the corner, begging for mercy. Never would he kill an innocent woman who was in such distress but she was sick, cursed with the Croatoan virus. Her name was Beverly, a woman loved by everyone in the town. Her husband and son were infected first and they tortured her for their sick pleasure until Sam, Dean and Kim burst through their front door, taking her away from the madness—but it was too late.
Now, they were trapped in the doctors clinic, the rest of the town effected with Croatoan. Kim, Sam, Dean and three others: Doctor Lee the middle aged women, Pam the young nurse and Mark the neighbour. Sam had seen it in his vision, Dean shooting an innocent man named Duane as he yelled at Dean to have mercy. He told Dean he wasn't infected as he begged for his life. The others in the room seemed to believe him but Dean shot him anyway, claiming he was a liar. Sam paced around the clinic afraid his vision would come true and his brother would shoot an innocent man, everything else in his vision had. He saw the poster for Cater Lake in his vision and the word 'Croatoan' carved into a wooden pole.
It had been a few days since Kim told the boys about her ability, not a word had been spoken about it since; although nothing had been said, actions speak louder than words. Sam had been more shut out, less trustworthy towards Kim knowing she was a murdered like the rest of them. She though he would have been more understanding towards her since he was going through the same experience but he was stuck in the mind frame that they were born killers. It was Dean who was showing more compassion, no longer leaving her out of hunt and involving her in case research. He still kept an eye on her at all times and he though she hadn't noticed the glares he gives her every now and then. She knew he didn't trust her but he was trying. He had started to act more comfortable around her to prove a point to Sam, but besides his best act, he was starting to like her. No one can help how you feel towards people. Some people are trustworthy, some are not and some you just have to learnt to live with. After all, Sam called Kim back for a reason.
Mark lifted the blinds with his finger, peering through the window curiously. He squinted his eyes, staring into the night, only able to see the silhouette of some people nearby, gathering at the corner of a store across the street. Sam, Dean and Kim were setting up their weapons, sharpening knives and loading guns, an action not meant to be as threatening as it was. Sam looked to the side, glancing over Kim and Dean as he put a dagger away before turning his attention back towards what he was doing. Suddenly, the sound of glass shattering and screams coming from the other room grabbed their attention and they instantly went charging in with their weapons by their side.
"Oh God! Is it on me? Am I okay?" Pam, the nurse shrieked as she dusted herself off. She had just dropped a vile of effected Croatoan blood and fear she had some on her knowing that if she did, she would soon become effected.
"You're clean, you're okay," Doctor Lee assured, rushing over to her being careful not to touch any blood. Everyone in the shelter knew that one drop of blood in a humans system would turn them feral and eventually kill them.
"Why can't we just go? Please, can we just go?" she pleaded with weak, watery eyes to the doctor who sighed in frustration.
"No, we can't cause those things are everywhere," Dean intruded.
"Unless you want to get effected," Kim sighed at the stupid question. Sam sent her a 'not helping' look and she huffed. Kim would have never seen herself in this situation in a million years, trapped in a clinic with a deadly virus spreading just outside those doors, but everything seemed to be getting weirder than she imagined ever since she met the Winchester brothers.
"Oh God," Pam sulked as she sunk to the floor, the Doctor trying to comforter her with sympathetic cooing.
"She's right about one thing. We can't stay here. We gotta get outta here, go to the Roadhouse, somewhere. Let people know what's coming," Sam whispered to Kim, Dean and Mark who had formed a small huddle in the doorway.
"Sure, let's get everyone infected," Kim scowled, her arms crossed.
"Yeah, that's a good point. Night of the living dead didn't exactly end pretty," Dean added.
"Well, I'm not sure we've got a choice. Lots of folks up here are good with rifles—even with all your hardware we're, we're easy targets. So unless you've got some explosives..." Mark suggested but they all shook their head. Sam sighed and looked around the room, his eyes landing on the doctor shelf and saw all the medical supplies. Kim and Dean look up at Sam and followed his gaze towards the shelf, immediately knowing what he was thinking.
"We can make some," Sam said walking to the self and grabbing something for the top shelf and gestured it towards the others.
"Hey! Let me in! Let me in! Please!" a mans voice yelled as he banged on the front door, begging for an entrance. All of them come rushing out of the room, Mark and Kim with their guns cocked and aimed.
"It's Duane Tanner," Mark ran to the door and unlocked it for the poor man locked outside. He stumbled inside, puffing from running.
"Thanks," he breathed and walked further into the clinic. The three hunters watched as the other welcomed the man, who could or could not potentially be effected with the virus.
"That's the guy I, uh—" Dean clicked his tongue and gestured to a slit throat, only speaking loud enough for Kim and Sam to hear.
"Yeah," Sam said, watching Duane.
"Who else is in here?" Duane asked Mark. Dean grabbed his arm and looked at him.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy there chief," he said staring at the new-comer. "Hey Doc!" he yelled, changing his attention to Doctor Lee. "Give him a once over, would ya?" He slightly pushed Duane towards the doctor who lead him into a different room and the all followed.
"Who are you?" Duane asked nervously.
"Never mind who I am, Doc?" Dean said waving his gun around, gesturing for her to do the test.
"Yeah, okay." The doctor started getting everything ready as Duane sat on the doctors chair. Kim watched him curiously, as she leaned up against the wall. He explained how he had been in a fishing trip and only came back that afternoon.
"On a fishing trip up by Roslyn. I came back this afternoon. I... I saw Roger McGill being dragged out of his house by people we know! They started cutting him with knives! I ran, I've been hiding in the woods ever since. Has anybody seen my mom and dad?" the man rushed anxiously. Dean turned to Sam and Kim who both had hardened, sorrow expressions for the boy considering he had just lost his family and they were on the other side of the spectrum.
"Awkward," he whisper to them at a pathetic attempt at at joke—trying to lighten the mood—before turning back to the others.
The doctor cautiously walked over to Duane and checked him for any cuts or wounds that could lead to him becoming effected. Kim watched sternly from behinds as Doctor Lee checked his leg. Her fingers pulled at a tear in his jeans, revealing a long cut on his skin, blood messily spread along his wound. Kim nudged Sam beside her and gestured towards the it, warning him that Duane might not have been as innocent as once thought.
"You're bleeding," the doctor stated before nervously looking up at the three of them. Pam shuffled on the spot as everyone anxiously waited to see what they were going to do—since they hadn't shown much mercy to the others.
"Where'd you get that?" Dean questioned as he stepped forwards threateningly, looking down at the wound. Sam and Kim watched Dean carefully because they knew the potential outcome of that situation. Kim also stepped forward after a few seconds so that she was in line with Dean. Her small action was not so much of a threat but a warning to Dean. She didn't trust the man that had just came in. He had a mysterious cut on his leg with a blood bound virus spreading like soft butter and if it was up to her, this man would be treated as if he was infected until proven innocent, but as she watched Sam, she knew he was watching her too. He had little faith in her ever since that day they spoke, and she was content on proving that her ability didn't make her a murderer, her upbringing did.
"I was running, I must have tripped," Duane defended.
"Tie him up, there's rope in there." Mark rushed to get the rope from the other room while Duane sat helplessly on the doctors table, afraid of what situation he had put himself in.
"Wait!" he begged, pushing himself from the table, protesting against the rope. His small voice was full of innocent pleads but his sudden movement caused Dean to pull out his gun and aim it at him.
"Sit down!" Dean ordered.
"Sorry Duane, he's right. We have to be careful," Mark added.
"Careful? About what?" he yelled after Mark as he sat back on the table, his eyes ever-so-often glancing at the cocked gun aimed at him.
"Did you come into contact with anyone while you were outside. Bump into someone or—"
"Did they bleed on you?" Dean cut to the chase.
"No, what the hell! No!" he pleaded.
"Doc? Any way to know for sure, any test?" Sam asked.
"I've studied Beverly's bloodwork backwards and forwards—"
"My mom?" Duane intervened. Doctor Lee spent him a mindful glance, otherwise ignored him as she continued to explain.
"It took three hours for the virus to incubate. The sulfur didn't appear in the blood until then, so... no, there'd be no way of knowing. Not until after Duane turns," she informed, regrettably.
"Dean, Kim, I gotta talk to you. Now," Sam urged. Dean turned to Mark and gave him a nod. The three of them looked to each other for a second before walking out of the room, closing the door behind them. Kim followed the boys into the other room, glancing over her shoulder to the closed door. She could hear the panic in Sam's quick footsteps and short breathing—this was something these boys did not come across every day.
"This is my vision. It's happening," Sam rushed, looking mainly at his brother.
"Yeah, I figured," he replied.
"You can't kill him, alright. Not yet. We don't know if he's infected or not." Sam was certain that Duane was innocent and that his simple scrap was just that.
"Oh, I were pretty damn sure. Guy shows up outta nowhere, got a cut on his leg, his whole families infected," Dean argued.
"In Sam's vision you shoot an innocent guy, right? Just refrain from shooting him until he turns rabid. For Sam's sake," Kim explained, trying to convince Dean. It was quite obvious that Sam was convinced he was innocent.
"Yeah, we should keep him tied up and wait to see what happened," he offered, Kim nodded with him. Sam kept his eyes on Dean not spearing a glance over to Kim even though she was the only one agreeing with him. Kim's eyes switched to Sam, his expression stern and straight. Sam neglected Kim's presence, avoiding her stare actively telling her she's not wanted in this conversation. He could feel her stare in him, waiting for him to acknowledge her but his gaze stood straight at Dean as Dean's eyes flickered from Sam to Kim. Kim rolled her eyes at Sam and looked back to Dean before leaving the two boys and walking back into the other room.
Duane was tied to a chair for security reasons. He didn't struggle, it was him against everyone else in the clinic. His pleading eyes met Kim's and she gave him straight nod of reassurance. He looked up at her and sighed, hearing the boys yelling from the other room. He knew what was coming for him and although Kim had been reassuring, he knew she was as ruthless as the others.
"You're gonna kill me, aren't you?" He was strong, his voice was rough and stern, not something Kim was expecting from someone in his place.
"If you're as innocent as you say, I won't let anything happen to you." Kim nodded and silence fill the room as everyone looked to each other. The boys yelling from the other room got louder with every sentence said and everyone's eyes darted to each other as Kim's head hung, listening, unbothered by their childish tantrum. The room stayed an awkward silence while everyone tried to understand what the boys were arguing about and soon, what started out as muffled noise in the distance became something Kim could recite word for word.
"It's suppose to be tough, Dean. We're supposed to struggle with this, that's the whole point!" Sam yelled at Dean.
"What does that buy us?"
"A clear conscience, for one!" Sam yelled back.
"Well, it's too late for that!"
Everyone listened to their argument, taking in every word, waiting for a hint about what was going to happen. Everyone stood and waited in fear—apart from Kim—for what they were going to do. Sam couldn't seem to convince Dean and Kim licked her teeth knowing that if Sam couldn't convince him, she would have too. She was still on Sam's side, not only because she knew she was worthy of his respect, but because she fought for what was right.
If she was there she could help Sam, but her help was clearly not wanted although it was obviously needed. Sam was being childish, ignoring everything Kim did, even if it was to help him. It had become so prominent throughout the few days since Kim told the about her ability, Dean had even noticed.
Kim didn't mind. It's not like she needed his approval or anything. She didn't need him to like her—she just though he would understand, he was the one who called her back. Maybe she though he would be more supportive throughout the situation. Not that Kim needed support.
"Dean!" Everyone turned their heads stewards the hallway, the source of the noise. Kim walked out into the hallways and saw Dean locking the door, locking Sam in. He turned around and saw Kim looking at him, a dead expression on his face.
"Don't be stupid, Dean. There's no proof," Kim spat, stepping forward.
"Enough proof to convince me," he said taking another step towards Kim. "I'm not having this argument with you," Dean said, shoving past Kim. She tried to block him but he shoved her aside and walking into the other room. Kim hit her head and slumped against the wall. Slowly, she held her hand to her head. She watched as he walked past her and into the room where Duane awaited. She saw his cocked gun in his hands ready to shoot.
"No, you're not gonna... No! No, I swear it's not me." Kim heard him plea. She got up and marched into the room, staring at Dean as he pointed the loaded gun at Duane head. She stood behind Dean, watching the terrified expression on Duane's face. She walked around to Duane and stood behind him so she was facing Dean, she could see Dean's expression, stern and ruthless.
"Maybe he's telling the truth." Mark intervened. Kim's expression turned stern, her hands clenched.
"Of course he's innocent, at least now he is! He hadn't hurt anyone and you're prepared to put a bullet through his skull!" she yelled, pointing to Duane. Dean's jaw clicked, avoiding eye contact with her. "When—and only when—he turns rabid you can shoot him but until then, he stays alive and tied to the chair, okay?"
Dean sighed and looked Duane straight in the eyes, ignoring the please from everyone else around them. Kim stood dead silent, a deadly look on her face piercing Dean. She jaw was clenched and she fists were in balls. Although she had words, there was nothing she could do to stop him without whipping out a gun herself.
"I got no choice." Dean held the gun, his finger lingering over the trigger. The moment seemed to drag out for a while and Kim was so sure he was going to pull the trigger. She could see it in his eyes as she pulled out her own gun and held it straight at Dean, her expression as clear as Dean's.
"Drop it, Dean," Kim spat, her finger as close to the trigger as his was.
"Damn it." Dean spat lowering the gun, releasing the tension. Duane panted in relief as does everyone else. Kim released the breath she was holding in and dropped her gun before she walked over to Dean and pat his shoulder as she walks out the door and unlocked Sam from the other room.
"He's alive." Is all Kim said to Sam before walking off, completely ignoring him as he did to her.
•※•
It had been three hours and Duane was clean. Nothing had happened since then, he hadn't changed or turned rabid, so he was released. He seemed fine and Kim was secretly glad she sided with Sam, even though they weren't on the best terms at the moment.
The room was silent and tension has filled the air. All three of them were making bombs in silence, using rubbing alcohol and chemicals found in the clinic. Their attention was stuck to the bombs, not spearing a glance to anyone else and it was easy to say, non of them wanted to be there.
Eventually, Sam said something directed to Dean, asking him why he didn't shoot Duane. Dean said it was because of Kim but Sam and Kim could tell it wasn't the full truth. There was something else.
Sam went to get more alcohol for the bombs leaving Kim and Dean alone in the room. After a few minutes they heard banging coming from the other room. Quickly, Mark, Dean and Kim armed themselves and ran into the room to find Pam straddling Sam, smothering her blood into an open wound on Sam chest. Panic rushed through Kim and Dean as they watched the scene unfold in front of them. Sam struggled under her but her blood had already made contact with his. On instinct, Kim cocked her gun and shot Pam three times, her expression stayed strong as she watched Pam die from her bullets, no remorse.
Sam pushed the dead girl off of him and quickly looked to his brother. Kim sighed and looked towards Dean and Mark, unprepared to look at Sam.
"There was blood contact," Kim muttered, afraid of what was going to happen next. She knew Dean wasn't going to kill Sam and neither was she, Doctor Lee seemed like she didn't wasn't to kill anyone, it was Mark and Duane who were prepared to do anything for survival.
Kim helped Sam up, still not looking at him and bandaged his wounds. Duane and Mark were persistent on putting Sam down, saying it was for the best. Dean fought back, of course, making it very obvious that no one was shooting Sam.
"I'm gonna say this one time—you make a move on him, you'll be dead before you hit the ground. You understand me? I mean, do I make myself clear?!" Dean yelled, his stern expression gave no one the choose to argue back. He was set and Kim stood by his side.
"We didn't kill Duane and we're not killing Sam," she explained, her tone was as serious as Dean's.
"Then what are we supposed to do?" Mark yelled back. Dean reached into his pocket and tosses Mark his keys.
"Get the hell out of here, that's what. Take my car. You've got the explosives, there's an arsenal in there. You three go with him. You've got enough firepower to handle anything now," Dean explained, looking at Mark. Kim stared at Dean who didn't glance back.
"Three?" she asked Dean, turning to him and with a firm look, he nodded. "I'm not leaving. Why are you still trying to get rid of me?" Kim argued.
"I'm trying to keep you safe!" he yelled back.
"I don't need you to keep me safe! Let me help you!"
"There's not time for arguing, are you coming or not?" Mark asked, Dean didn't have a chance to respond before Kim answered.
"Leave." Was all she said and without a second word, Doctor Lee, Mark and Duane were out the door with the explosives, ready to survive. Dean sent her a deadly look which she threw back before casually leaning against the wall, waiting for Sam's eventual end to happen. She knew it would be devastatingly hard for Dean at the moment as he waited for his brothers end, to evidently have to put a bullet through Sam skull, so she waited with him, offering him the little compassion she had to give.
"You two should leave. Just give me the gun and go," Sam offered, willing to take his own life.
"For the last time, Sammy. No." Sam slammed his hand of the table angrily, staring at his brother.
"No, you can keep going!" Sam practically begged.
"Who says I want to!" Dean yelled back, stumping both of them with his answer. Kim looked to him as he sighed. "I'm just tired. Tired of this, the job, the weight on my shoulders. I'm just tired." Dean complained. Kim felt a bit of empathy for him as he sat alone, head down as if he was too ashamed to look up.
"Aren't we all," Kim added.
"You're just gonna lay down and die? Look, Dean, I know this stuff with Dad has—" Kim raised her head at the mention of John, knowing about the relationship the boys had with him and the way he died.
"You're wrong. It's not about dad. I mean, part of it is, sure, but..." he trailed off.
"But what?" Sam asked but a noise outside caught their attention. Kim grabbed her gun and cocked it. Her eyes flickered from Dean to Sam cautiously, listening for another noise when they heard a knock. Dean goes to the door, Kim and Sam following behind and they see Doctor Lee standing there.
"I think you're want to see this." Her eyes glanced over the three of them. They followed her out to find the other survivors in front of the clinic, looking around there was no one to be seen. It was silent and lonely, like a town that has been abandoned for days—weeks even. "There's no one. Nothing, they just all... vanished." As they looked around, Kim's eyes fell onto a wooden pole, which looked used over its time, with the mysterious word 'CROATOAN' carved in capital letters.
•※•
"It's been five hours and your blood still clean, I don't understand it but I think your dogged a bullet," Doctor Lee explained, checking Sam blood under a microscope. "I mean, if you compare it to the Tanner sample," she said to Sam looking through a different microscope to one of the Tanners blood. "What the hell?" she exclaimed.
"What?" Sam asked.
"Their blood, it's clean. There's no trace of the virus at all. No sulfur, no nothing," she said in disbelief. Kim rushed over to Doctor Lee's side and looked into the microscope only to be met with clean blood.
"That's weird," Kim stated. "Not like any other virus I've ever seen." Kim looked around to everyone, shocked. Dean clapped his hands and smiled.
"Well, since everything is back to normalish, we better be off," Dean smiled as he walked towards his car, Sam and Kim following behind him. The three walked to the car, questions filled their minds. Their mission to save lives failed and the case just slipped through their fingers, leaving a trace of dread. They didn't help the infected and that bothered Kim, eating at her pride. She knew she was leaving the town to rust, to weather away to nothing, something this big can't be rebuilt over a few years. People die and families were lost, Kim left the town empty and alone, she know the virus left but it's effect will never leave the lives of its victims.
As they walked away, Kim looked over she shoulder and scanned the destroyed town they were leaving, but there was nothing she could do about it. What had been done had been done and the lives that were lost weren't coming back. So she watched, walking away from the ruins and dread before hopping into the Impala and driving off with Sam and Dean.
"Why was I immune?" Sam wondered, looking out the window from the first seat as they drove away.
"Yeah, you know what? That's a good question. You know, I'm already starting to feel like this the one that got away," Dean stated. Kim nodded, feeling the same. It slipped away along with the lives of a whole town.
•※•
The dive was mostly silent except for the last hour or so, where Dean put on some music. Kim was in the back seat, nodding her head long with the music, a sense of nostalgia tingled through her remembered her mom singing song like this, dancing as she made breakfast. It was somethings she loved about her mom, she had her own way of doing things. Dancing to classic rock while making breakfast was one of her things as Kim, a little baby in her highchair banging her hands together and laughing.
It wasn't long before Dean pulled over towards a lake and got out the car, Sam and Kim following. He pulled out an ice box and passed Sam a beer. Dean took out another beer to pass it to Kim. She smirked and went to reach for it when he pulled back, looking into her eyes, a serious expression on his face.
"Not a word to Ellen," he said putting the beer in her hand. She smirked and nodded.
"Wouldn't think about it," she smirked, ripping the lid off and pressing the beer to her lips taking a sip. Dean and Kim leaned on the car, Dean smiled at Kim as she looked out towards the water. He took in the small features on her face, things he didn't seem to notice before—even with a few months together. The small scare behind her ear, the Angel pin that was hidden behind her jacket and how relaxed she seemed after her first sip of beer. To him, she still was a kid but he knew she was tougher than she appeared. He then looked towards his brother who was sitting at the edge of the water, also staring at it taking in its peaceful aura.
The silence was nice and harmonious, the small sound of the water in the distance. Of they could, they would just sit and watch the water for hours without saying a word.
He smiled sadly towards Kim, wondering about her backstory and the hidden secrets she had locked away from everyone. She was the keeper of her own story, as was Dean, but he was intrigued by the mysterious blackness behind her eyes and the sadness in her smile. Reminded himself of a younger version on him. Too strong to say they were weak. Too stubborn to say they need help.
Kim turned to Dean with a small smile.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer," she said with a laugh, breaking the tension. He huffed a laugh and took a swig on his beer.
"How'd you get the scar?" he asked, pointing behind her ear. She sighed before she scoffed and felt behind her ear, feeling the bumpy texture of the scar. The short straight scar her ear was almost completely hidden unless someone was looking for it. She had almost forgot about it, but it was always there.
"To be honest, I don't even know," she shrugged contemptibly. "The life of a hunter, I guess." He smiled at her meaninglessly before turning to his brother again and a sighed. He had something he needed to tell him and he was honestly feared how he would react.
"Do you mind giving us a minute," Dean said, motioning to Sam. Kim looked to Sam and nodded, taking a swig of her beer.
"Sure. I'm going for a walk," she said pointing down the length of the river. As she walked away, she took off her sneakers and socks, carrying them in the opposite hand her beer was in. Kim felt the grass and dirt in between her toes as she walked, feeling the texture of the grass itch against her skin. The quite sounds of the water soother her mind as she almost forgot about the events that took place just before. Her eyes scanned the clean lake and felt it's fresh, cold breeze on her cheek, the light bouncing off of the water reflected on her necklace.
She reached for the chair and played with it, smiling to herself as she did. The rough metal clawed on her skin as she rubbed it between her fingers, making her flesh feel raw. Her hands slid down to the ring that was on the end of the chain. The rings danced between her fingers as she toyed with it.
It wasn't the prettiest thing in the world nor was it worth a good amount of money, but it held a great amount if sentimental value. That was the only reason she kept on her, Kim was never the kind to wear jewellery, especially on hunts. Her fingers graced over the rough, rugged metal of the ring and a pentagram as the pendent. She was delighted just thinking about it, the memories it held the stories it shared.
As she twisted the ring, her fingers accidentally brushed against something cold. A sad smile plastered on her face as moved her hand from the necklace to the Angel pin on her top, hidden by the baggy jacket. The sun shone on the pin, making it glisten as she twisted it. Her heart ached and pained as she twisted it, her sad smile showing its importance.
Kim let go of the pin and took a big swig of beer. She looked over her shoulders to see the boys sitting near the water edge, screaming at each other. Kim sighed, she enjoyed the peace and silence while it lasted. Kim quickly put her shoes back on before running back to the boys.
"I never said that," Dean sighed to his brother, who was obviously pissed. Kim walked up behind them but they ignored her, they were too into the argument to care.
"Jeez, if you're not careful you will have to waste me one day, Dean," Sam sassed taking a sip of beer. The anger dripped from his voice, like a flower dripping in poison. Kim's mouth dropped open is shock. What did Dean say?
"I never said that! Dammit, Sam, this whole thing is spinning out of control. All right? You're immune to some weirdo demon virus, and I don't even know what the hell anymore. You're pissed at me, I get it. That's fine, I deserve it. But we lay low until we figure out our next move, okay?" Dean practically begged, his eye not moving from Sam.
"Are you gonna kill Kim too, huh? She has abilities. Are you gonna waste her as well?" Sam spat, pointing to Kim, acknowledging her presence, using her against Dean.
"I never said that!" Dean yelled, furious with his brother twisting his words. Kim was taken back. Only a few minutes ago they were looking into the water, peaceful and quiet. Things always got heated the second someone opened their mouth, just another reason why Kim kept to herself.
"Forget it," Sam sighed, taking a sip of beer.
"Sam, please, man. Hey, please. Just give me some time. Give me some time to think, okay? I'm begging you here, please. Please," Dean pleaded, but Sam didn't reply. He just looked out onto the water and ignored their presence. After a few second, he nodded reluctantly while Kim stood there, unable to understand what she had just heard.
