Chapter 3 - Changing Sides

'Hey! Dean! Get your behind out of bed!' yelled Sam a couple of weeks later. He strode into Dean's bedroom, yanking the bed sheets off his brother, who promptly stuck his rude finger up.

'Go away!' he moaned. 'Let me sleep!'

'Dean, it's ten in the morning! We have to be at the hospital in a half hour! So get up!'

'What do mean we have to be there,' Dean grumbled sleepily into his pillow. 'No one ever told me. Why do we have to go?'

'Because Dean, today is the day that your cast comes off,' said Sam. 'and I told you three times yesterday!'

Dean sat up in a flash.

'I'm up. I can't stand this stupid annoying thing anymore.'

Sam just gritted his teeth and left the room.

'Hey Sam!' Dean called after him. 'Bacon and eggs would be nice! I'm hungry!'

The drive to the hospital was quick and as Sam pulled up outside, Dean couldn't have hauled himself out of that car any faster. In a flash he had his crutches and was speeding inside, Sam strolling casually behind him. This was it; this was the last visit they would have to make here. Then they could leave the blasted place behind, and hopefully, the demon. Sam sat in the waiting area as Dean was ushered through a door.

'Hey Sam,' greeted Katie, sitting beside him. 'How are you today?'

'Yeah, good,' Sam replied. 'We're just getting that cast off Dean's leg, and then we'll be out of here.' He turned to face her. 'We really appreciate your help over the last couple of weeks; over the last couple of months, really, but we have to get back on the road.'

'Oh,' sighed Katie, looking down sadly. 'I was kinda hoping that you'd stay…I mean, this place isn't that bad.'

'It is to us,' replied Sam. 'I'm sorry; but we have a lot of bad memories that we want to forget.'

'I guess I can't blame you,' she said. 'You were both in terrible condition when you were admitted…both physically and mentally.'

She looked him dead in the eye.

'Sam…somehow I don't believe what you told the police. You weren't just in the wrong place at the wrong time…someone purposefully took you there and did that to you. It's just a pity you won't do anything about it.'

'Katie, we did do something about it. Those two people…that girl and guy…I had to kill them. They aren't coming back; ever.'

'But I don't want you guys to leave.'

They sat there in an awkward silence, before Dean burst out of the room a half hour later.

'I'M FREE!' he cried, limping over to Sam and Katie.

'Whoa, Dean, wait!' called a doctor, running after him, carrying crutches. 'You still need these.'

He thrust them into Dean's arms and walked away.

'Yeah, like I'm gunna use them,' Dean scoffed, slinging them over his shoulder. 'C'mon Sammy, Katie, I shout you to lunch.'

'Dean,' said Sam in a low tone. 'I think we should go pack up our things…we need to get moving now.'

Dean's face dropped. 'Sam…why? Do we have to?'

'Yeah Dean.'

'You guys go back home; I'll be there soon,' intervened Katie, and walked off.

'Sam why do we have to leave?' asked Dean as they burst out the front doors. 'I finally find someone who I actually like, who I could actually settle down with, and your making me leave!'

'Yeah, Dean, but you did the same to me,' said Sam, facing his brother. 'I found Sarah, the first girl I felt comfortable with after Jessica's death, and you dragged me from that too.'

'But we had to find Dad!' continued Dean. 'And we don't need to find him anymore.'

'Too bad Dean, we're leaving before this demon comes back and something else horrible happens.'

They both got into the car, silently fuming at each other.

Katie walked in the door as they finished packing. Sam, his bag slung over his shoulder, gave her a quick hug.

'Thanks Katie, for everything,' he said. 'We're really sorry that we have to leave like this…we'll stay in touch though, I promise.'

'Take care Sam,' she said quietly, adjusting her sunglasses, making sure her eyes were covered.

Sam gave one last smile before he headed out the door to the car.

'I don't want to leave you,' said Dean sincerely. 'I'm in love with you.'

'I know Dean, I don't want you to leave either...I love you too. But looking at Sam, I can tell that you have to leave, even if you don't want to.'

'Yeah…we do. Our lives are pretty messed up, and we need to fix it.'

'Goodbye Katie,' whispered Dean, and he leant in closer to her.

Their lips met, as they experienced their first, and probably last kiss. Katie drew back first, as Dean lingered, and a purplish mist drew from his mouth into hers. Dean opened his eyes, which had turned a deep black, as Katie removed her glasses, revealing her black eyes.

That evil smile crept onto her lips again. Finally, she had a Winchester on her side. She had total, utter control.

And they were both going down.