The ride back to the apartment was terrible, Sam vomited all over their father. Dean freaked out the moment that he was it was more blood than anything else. Sam was swiftly going into shock; he was pale and shaky as he franticly clawed at Dean's shirt gagging throwing up more and more blood in to the toilet in the bathroom. "You just gotta relax Sammy." Dean choked as he tried not to let his brother's agony rattle him. "Dad have you found anything?" Dean didn't think his brother had much more blood to give.
"No," John growled, Dean heard the crash of over turned furniture, "Damnit!" their father roared as he moved to another room, "I got it!" John appeared in the door way not seeing the slender figure from behind until she began chanting the incantation. She slammed John over the head with one of the shovels they kept down stairs; John fell like a ton of bricks.
"You know what I hate about hunters?" she asked, coming out of the shadows, she couldn't have been much older than Dean, tall and thin curly red hair falling around her shoulders. The more she spoke the more pain Sam seemed to be in. "They start asking questions and then they uproot your entire life. I have been crafting since I was seven years old then GI John and his two little soldiers come to town and suddenly everyone is suspicious. You all ruined my life." she hissed approaching Dean and Sam she kicked Dean in the face, Dean's head snapped back. "Now I have to kill you and daddy and baby brother and hit the road." She dug her finger in the back of Dean's skull, grabbing a fistful of his hair and dragging him into the hall way.
"If I were you I wouldn't quit my day job it only took us a couple months to figure you out," mumbled Dean as he spat blood on the floor.
The witch leaned down whispering in Dean's ear, "Nonono you little punk don't you underestimate me. I had been watching your family for weeks before you started following me. You picked the wrong witch to-" the sound of a shot gun rang out the force of the shot throwing her against the door frame as her body collapsed in a heap on the floor, pool of blood spreading on the linoleum of the bathroom under her body.
"You picked the wrong group of hunters." John snarled setting the shot go on the floor outside the bathroom and picking up the hex bag and tossing it in the sink pulling a lighter from his pocket and setting the pouch on fire.
Dean and John sat in one of the bays of the emergency room as Sam was given a transfusion and fluids, his fever finally going down. Sam was sleeping fitfully, still too pale for Dean's liking.
"Dad, I'm gonna get some air." Dean stood now that it appeared that Sam was in the clear, John gave a silent nod resting his head against the wall and closing his eyes. They slated and burned the corpse of the witch before bringing Sam to the ER; Dean made his way out to the waiting room not at all surprised to see Katy Bree there. She had called while they were on their way to the hospital one last attempt to make him and his dad see reason, to get Sam some help; She was relieved to hear that they were taking Sam to the ER.
"Dean," Katy stood and approached him, "How's Sam?"
Dean sighed taking a seat in one of the chairs along the wall, he blew out a long breath, "Well he hasn't thrown up any more since we got here, but I guess they said there was a burst blood vessel or something so they had to give him a transfusion and they said he was pretty dehydrated so they have him on an IV too."
"Good that's good." Katy Sat down beside Dean and tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "It's good to see you…I've been wanting to talk to you since that night."
Dean scratched at the back of his head before running a hand over his face, "Katy listen-"
"No Dean, I'm so sorry I completely over reacted and I know that it may be hard but I'd like to…to pick back up the way it was before we fought, but I think we can move past it and be better than we were before-"
"Katy," Dean tried to interrupt but Katy just kept right on talking.
"Just let me finish-" Katy gave an exasperated sigh.
"No Katy, just stop for a second." He took a deep breath as Katy looked at him, "We're leaving." He announced leaving Katy Bree speechless.
"What?" Katy asked her eyes confused.
"As soon as Sam gets released…My dad got a new job down south and he figured with me expelled and Sam can't go back to school until he's better it's the perfect time." Dean explained.
"I don't understand," Katy Bree told him her chin trembling, "What does this mean are you breaking up with me?" tears trickled out of her eyes.
"Katy, I mean there's really no way to make this work-"
"Don't you want to at least try?" she requested.
"So we can break up in a couple months anyway?" Dean scoffed.
"We don't have to break up Dean if anybody can make this work it's us, you know that, right?" she told him her breath hitching as she desperately tried not to cry.
"Katy listen to yourself, hell listen to us we can't even break up without fighting, this is what's best…for both of us." He laid a hand on Katy Bree's shoulder, but she jerked from under his grasp.
"Don't touch me." She hissed not in the mood to deal with his crap. Katy Bree stood to her feet slipping in to her jacket. "Goodbye Dean," she murmured brushing a tear off her cheek as she brushed by him leaving him standing there at a loss for what to say.
Katy Bree cried the entire way home she glided in the house unnoticed and nearly made it all the way to her room before Kam came out of the bathroom freshly showered. "Hey KB," he smiled at her, "How's Sam?" he asked as he towel dried his hair, popping his head out from the towel his smile fell when he truly looked at his little sister. "Katy what's wrong?" he questioned as Katy slipped in to her room Kameron following behind her. As soon as she turned towards him Katy Bree's face crumpled and the flood gates opened. Katy shook her head as Kam pulled her in for a hug. Katy Bree sobbed into his shoulder her body shaking.
"Dean's gone," she wailed.
It took Kameron a moment to process what Katy was saying then utterly confused he shook his head, "Wait what? What do you mean he's gone he was here like four hours ago he couldn't have gone that far?"
"They are moving away," she sobbed, giving Kameron a little shove away from her making her way to her bed and throwing herself on top of the covers.
"Hey now don't be like that KB, there's always long distance y'all can try that."
"He said why put off the inevitable." She sniffed, rubbing her eyes.
Kameron sighed, "Well Katy what were you expecting?" he sat next to her on the edge of the bed, taking Katy Bree back to that night a couple months before when a very similar conversation took place. "Your first love is great but it doesn't last."
"And you couldn't tell me that when you were all go for it KB go for true love." Katy huffed covering her face with her arm over her eyes.
"I still stand by my advice. Katy you can't go through life afraid to live and experience what life has to offer. You do that and you'll end up like Kooper."
Katy scoffed, "Kameron this isn't funny!" she exclaimed removing her arm form over her eyes.
"You know what's not funny, you just snotted all over me I have to get another shower-" Kameron smiled.
"Shut up." Katy sniffed again a small smile playing across her lips.
"KB it's gonna be okay, I promise you'll see." he took a deep breath, "Can I tell you something?" he asked her in an effort to distract her.
"Is it another joke, 'cause you're having an off day as far as your humor goes." Katy sniffed.
Kameron raised an eyebrow not amused, "No, it's not another joke…you remember a couple months back when I came home smashed and Dad and I got in that big fight," Katy Bree nodded. "Well it got me thinking… he was right I am screwing up my life I have been for years, hell even before juvie and Matt… any way back before the accident Matt and I used to talk about what we'd do after high school and we talked about going in to the Navy. After the fight I just kept thinking about that and the plan we had, so finally I did something about it last week. I enlisted." Kam told her looking at the ground, "I'm tired of being a disappointment to mom and dad of being a burden the screw up. I want to do something with my life you know?" he pulled his eyes up to look at his sister.
Katy Bree smiled, "I am so glad to hear that Kam." Her dark mood a bit better knowing that even though she was in a bad place Kameron was finally climbing out of his, turning things around and getting his head on straight.
Dean kept playing the conversation he had with Katy Bree in his head over and over again unsettled by how things had ended. She had looked so hurt as he pushed her away, broken even. Sam shifted on the bed his hand with the IV in it twitching. He cracked bloodshot eyes to look at his brother and father who was snoring next to Dean.
"Hey Sammy," sighed Dean relieved to see his brother living and breathing after the night they had had.
Sam gave his brother a sleepy smile, "Hey man," he croaked, fiddling with the IV in his hand. "What happened?"
Dean shrugged blowing out harshly, "The witch put a curse on you, you started spewing up blood you ended up losing a couple pints of the red stuff." He explained, running a hand over his face, "And I ended things with Katy," Dean slid the last part in hoping the blood loss and remaining fever would dull Sam's observation skills.
"You broke up with Katy!" Sam practically shouted their father stirring, "Why?" Sam questioned.
Dean looked at his brother, "What do you mean why; I think it's pretty obvious, I can't drag her in to this man."
"You were happy Dean, happier than you've been in a long time, isn't that worth something more than the usual break up song and dance? Are you sure you broke up with her because you don't want to involve her in all this or because she makes you feel something other than contempt or hell even compassion for someone not in the hunting world. Maybe the real issue is she makes you feel too much?" Sam asked looking Dean in the eye. They talked for a few more minutes before Sam fell back asleep.
Dean waited for his brother's breathing to even out before he slipped out of the hospital getting in the Impala and heading to the Moore house. Everything was dark in the house as he pulled on the street; Dean climbed up to the second story of the house and knocked on Katy's window. When no response came he knocked again a little harder this time and a light flicked on Katy appeared before him in a tank top and a pair of shorts looking disheveled.
She slid open her window and squinted at him, "Dean, what are you doing here?" She asked a hopeful glint in her eyes.
"I couldn't leave without telling you something." He told her sliding in her room. She stood back waiting, "I love you too." He blurted, "I couldn't leave without telling you." He looked down at the ground, "I was scared of getting close and then having to leave, but it doesn't matter anymore, because I love you and I want the world to know it even if we only have tonight I want it to be more than a goodbye." He cupped her face in his hand pulling her towards him gently kissing her lips. He kissed her again more deeply before she stopped him.
"Wait," Katy stopped him placing a hand on his chest to stop him, "I can't do this Dean." She whispered closing her eyes against the burn of tears she could feel welling up. "I can't fall more in love with you just so you can leave in the morning. You need to leave Dean, don't make this harder than it has to be. Please." She asked him her eyes pleading. "I can't say goodbye to you when you- when you do this." She pushed away from him, "You need to go…please. Please go Dean." Dean hung his head defeated taking a step back from Katy.
"Okay," Dean continued to back away, "Okay I'll go." Dean climbed back out the window casting one last look over his shoulder back at Katy's window but she was gone. He walked back to the Impala, thinking about how after the next morning he would never have to see this town again.