A/N: Okay, this is the last chapter...I don't really like it...it's pretty short and I truly had no idea how to end it. Let me know what you think! If you have a better idea or you don't like it, just let me know! It's much appreciated!
Sam's fingers wrapped around his brother's as they walked out of the hospital. Jim was ahead of them, leading them to his car. The car's dark blue paint shined as the sun hit it; Sam and Dean had ridden in it many times, but this was the first time Sam didn't want to get inside. He knew his brother wouldn't lie to him about meeting up with their dad, but he didn't want to leave him. He wanted to stay with him, and never leave him.
Even with these feelings, Sam reluctantly climbed into the back seat of the car. Dean settled in next to him as Jim got behind the wheel. Dean wondered how well Sam was really taking it. He hadn't lied to Sam when he told him that their father wasn't leaving them, but there still was a small part of him that questioned it. What if they can't get him out? What if he gets caught? What if he really never comes for us?
"This is a stupid plan. I can't believe I'm gonna do this! This is insane, I'm gonna lose my job!" Karen whispered to herself. She really didn't want to do this, but she knew that there was no other way to get John out of the hospital. It wasn't like she hadn't risked her job before, especially since she met the Winchesters.
Her fingers wrapped around the doorknob before she was able to even open the door completely. She threw the scrubs that she was carrying at John, who sat on his bed. She leaned against the door, blocking the small window with her back. He stared at the clothes before grabbing them, taking in the dark green color. His eyes turned to Karen's and asked, "You're just gonna stand there?"
"Yes, yes I am. Jez, who knew you'd be so shy? Just put them on, don't worry I'm not interested," she smiled as she teased. It still was hard to believe that demons were real, but Dr. Krohn accepted the fact. She tried to be calm and understanding, but on the inside she was scared. She wondered about Sam and Dean. Where they safe hunting those things? Should I do something? Is John even safe doing this?
John smiled back at Karen and grabbed the scrubs. He took off the white outfit he had been wearing and changed quickly into the scrubs. His cheeks turned pink as did Karen's during this process, but they ignored each other. Karen quickly pushed John out the door once she thought it was clear.
They made it to the elevator without problem. They stood in silence as they made it down to the first floor. Karen stepped out first, followed by John, who was still thinking about his boys. He could still see Sam's face as he left with Jim and Dean; Sam looked miserable and angry. He didn't want to leave, but they had to leave. Dean refused to look at me as I told him the plan; he knew that his son wasn't angry with him, but annoyed. Dean was annoyed that John wanted to get rid of them; even though that was no where near the truth.
Karen led John into a room near the end of the hallway, where the back of the building was located. They, obviously, couldn't just walk out of the front door, even though no one would notice, but there were cameras there. They would be able to replay the footage and watch the escape. They received only glances and smiles as they walked down the hallway, no one took a second look at the man that stood next to the doctor.
Dr. Krohn opened the window and looked at John. This seemed a little too easy for his liking, but he wasn't complaining. He hadn't had anything easy in a long time. He climbed out of the window, landing in some bushes. He smiled up at her, signaling he was okay.
She could hear the long roar of an engine coming up, and saw that it was Jim Murphy. Sam and Dean were sitting in the backseat, watching as their father got up and walked to the car. Karen waved at the two little boys, but only received a wave from Sam. She was still a little hurt that Dean hated her for something out of her control.
John got into the car and it disappeared out of sight; that would be the last time Karen ever saw the Winchesters.
Sam and Dean sat on the couch together, watching God knows what on TV. I sent Jim out to get our stuff from the motel, while I tried to figure out what the hell we were up against. That damn demon was after Sam and I needed to know why.
Jim thought it would be better if we stopped hunting for a few days, maybe a week, but that wasn't going to happen. I'll give the kids a few days to recover, but we needed to get back out there. I needed to figure out what our next move was.
My eyes scanned the newspaper for anything interesting, any lead to the thing that killed Mary. I just needed something to keep my mind busy. In a matter of days we would be off again, and I needed a destination. But what I truly needed was an escape from this place, from everything I just found out.