Miley stood in the doorway of her's and Dean's room. She could still see the arguement that happened more than five hours prior.
"You're not coming with. Final. End of discussion." Dean said as he zipped his dufflebag closed.
"End of discussion? END OF DISCUSSION? I'M NOT A CHILD DEAN!" Miley shouted at him. "I CAN MAKE MY OWN DECISIONS!"
"MILEY I KNOW YOU'RE NOT A KID! BUT YOU'RE STILL NOT COMING WITH US!" Dean shouted back at her. "IT'S DANGEROUS! YOU COULD GET HURT!"
"I KNOW IT'S DANGEROUS BUT I CAN'T STAY COOPED UP IN THIS BUNKER THE REST OF MY LIFE DEAN! I TOLD YOU WHEN I CAME WITH YOU THAT I WANTED TO BECOME A HUNTER!" She screamed.
"I KNOW YOU DID BUT YOU HAVEN'T TRAINED ENOUGH! I CAN'T TAKE YOU WITH!"
"I THREW AWAY MY ENTIRE LIFE DEAN! MY JOB! MY APARTMENT! MY FRIENDS! AND IF I HAD A FAMILY I WOULD HAVE ABANDONED THEM TOO!" She screamed. "I DID IT SO I COULD HUNT THINGS, NOT SIT IN A BUNKER ALL DAY!"
"YOU'RE NOT COMING WITH!" Dean screamed at her. "YOU'RE NOT COMING WITH UNTIL I SAY YOU CAN!" He grabbed his bag then stormed out of the room, leaving Miley alone in their bedroom. She slumped to the ground and curled herself up into a ball, her knees clutched tightly to her chest. She tried to stop the tears that leaked out of her eyes, and angrily she wiped them away when she couldn't. After a while she stood up and walked into the kitchen to make herself some tea. Than she settled herself down on the couch and started at the wall; thinking. Thinking about Dean. About Sam. About Bobby. About herself. About leaving. About staying. About screaming. About crying. About everything.
Miley stood in the doorway for a long time. She closed her eyes and stood up straight, she opened her eyes and shut the door behind her. She walked to the bed that was pressed against the wall, and knelt down beside it. She fumbled around but eventually caught hold of what she wanted. She pulled out a large dark purple suitcase. Miley looked at it for a while, unsure, scared and hesitant. Then she remembered Bobby's words. "Go with your gut." She said aloud to herself. And she did.
Miley stood up and tossed the suitcase on the bed, glancing around. She started with the closet, taking all her clothes out and throwing it on the bed next to her suitcase. Miley began to sort her clothes into two piles, coming with her and staying here.
Dress? Staying.
Favorite sweatshirt? Coming.
Jeans? Going.
T-shirts? Some staying, some coming.
Heels? Staying.
Combat boots? Coming.
Socks? Coming.
Dean's sweatshirt she sleeps in? Miley hesitated with this one. Is it staying or coming? With tears in her eyes she gently set it in the Staying pile.
Soon she was done with her closet; so she headed to the bathroom. She grabbed her shampoo and conditioner, her razor and shaving cream, her toothbrush and toothpaste, and her makeup, her lotion and deodorant too.
When she packed the photo album filled with pictures of her, Dean, Bobby, Sam, and a few other people she had befriended her sniffles turned into full out sobbing. Miley shook her head, wiped away her tears and then zipped up the bulging suitcase and walked across the room to the secret compartment in the wall. She tapped the wall twice and a block popped out holding a large jar filled with cash, in bills.
Miley knew that the jar held almost eight hundred dollars. She took a breath and grabbed the jar. She pulled out her wallet and threw all her credit cards, she then proceeded to shove her wallet and the pockets of her puse full of money, also making sure to shove some in her boots. She walked over to where her secret stash of ID's and papers she had made without Dean knowing, she also put those in her purse. Than she slid the suitcase under the bed with her purse and waited until the perfect moment for her getaway.
Miley ended up having to wait three hours, three excruciating hours, until she finally just went to tell Bobby that she had a migraine and was going to bed. Then Miley slipped into her room and slid her purse and suitcase out from beneath the bed. She stood and quietly made her way down the hall so she wouldn't alert Bobby.
She made it to the door of the underground bunker and pushed it open, and climbed out, shut it as quietly as she could, then ran quickly to the garage. Not surprisingly the Impala was gone, but her her Ford F150 was still there. She threw her stuff in the back seat and tore out of the garage going eighty mile an hour, not knowing where she was going, not caring, and not looking back.
Ok guys here's Chapter two! Four more reviews and then I'll post chapter three! :) Thanks! Buh-bye!