Just a quick reminder that I do not post a new chapter until I get at least one review. I have a couple chapters that I can post right now, but I won't until I get a review on this chapter.

When I head back to my room, I have to stop myself and clear my head. What the hell just happened? I hope with all my heart that it's some sort of sick dream that I'm having. I don't want to move out, and I can tell that Dean's thinking the same thing. But at the same time, they're right. I am far from safe here.

One thing I know for sure, though, I'm going to miss Dean. There is no doubt in my mind that I'm going to miss him. He's the closest thing I've ever had to a father. Even though I had Zack to take care of me when I needed it, I was always really distant. I hated relying on others for my existence. In fact, I never let any of the babysitters take me to school. I'd always walk the distance to the bus stop, even though it was almost 2 miles. I didn't care if it was raining or snowing outside. I rarely let the babysitter make me any of my meals. I taught myself how to cook.

Okay, so now I'm rambling on about my childhood. I just think that you all need to know about this. It's very important to my whole story, and how Dean comes in. Anyway, it's heart breaking that I'm going to leave. I spent six months here, getting over the death of my family, and making a new one. And now I'm just going to leave them and go some place where I can be safe and maybe, just have the possibility of having a relatively normal life? I hate it, but I have to at least try to be normal.

The worst thing about the entire conversation was Dean. I could tell that he didn't like this idea at all, that he hated it. But at the same time, he knew that it was the best thing for me, and he's willing to overlook everything else for that. Only someone who truly cares would be willing to do that. They'd give up someone they love just so they could have a better life, even if it was without them. I couldn't meet his gaze. It hurt too much to look at him, because I couldn't allow myself to consider staying.

Packing away each clothing item feels like I'm ripping parts of my soul away from this house and packing them up to move with me. It doesn't feel right at all. I associate all these things with the Winchesters, and the bunker. Every plaid shirt-every knife, and every dusty old leather jacket.

About an hour later, I come out of my room with my two duffle bags packed full of stuff. I have all of the knives, guns, and books out, and I try to give them back to Sam and Dean. "No, kid. You keep it all. Just try not to shoot anyone," Dean says.

"I'll do my best," I say with a weak smile.

"Ready to go?" Sam asks me. I nod, and he takes my bags and heads out the door. It takes me a few seconds to follow him. I need to talk to Dean first.

"Can I come back if I don't like it there?" I ask him, begging him for at least that reassurance.

"You're going to like it there much more than you like it here," Dean says, dismissing the question.

"But if I don't," I say, pressing the question. I'm not going to go without getting an answer.

Dean hesitates, and I can tell that he's thinking about what the best answer to this will be, and I really don't like it. I need the answer to be yes. I'm not going to go if it isn't. I try to draw an answer from Dean's soul, but he's somehow put like a complete poker face on his emotions. How in hell is he able to do that? Eventually, though, I see him soften up a bit, and sadness take place of the complete lack of emotion. "Of course you can come back. There'll always be a place for you here," Dean says.

I nod, and I walk out the door, following Sam to the car. Dean drives, obviously. It's Dean Winchester. Do you really think that he's going to let his brother drive the car?

The car ride is extremely quiet. I don't feel like talking, and neither does anyone else. I stare out the window the entire three hours that we're driving. Sam keeps trying to make conversation, but Dean always shoots him down with a death stare. I'm actually grateful that Dean does that, because the last thing I want to do is talk. It's too painful to talk.

We get to Garth's house around 2 pm. Garth and his wife, Bess, are waiting for us when we get there, because Sam called them when we were about fifteen minutes away. Dean parks the car on the drive way. I'm hesitant to get out, but I eventually force myself.

Looking at Garth and Bess, I can see that they truly are kind souls. I walk over to them with my duffle bags and they both immediately hug me. I'm a little bit uncomfortable, but at the same time, I appreciate the gesture. "It's great to meet you, Skylar," Garth says, this big smile on his face.

I say goodbye to Sam, even give him a hug. But I can't bring myself to say goodbye to Dean. Everything about this just doesn't feel right. It's too hard to say goodbye to someone that I'm not ready to leave. I ask Sam everything I'd ask Dean if I could. I beg him to visit, and he promises that he will make sure that they do. That's not much of a reassurance, but I have to allow myself to believe him.

After they pull away, I think to myself how boring of a story this is going to be to send to Kaelyn, that girl I met a few months ago in California. The story ends so abruptly, and I don't get the finale that I deserve. I get boring and werewolves, which really isn't that boring. But it isn't the ending I wanted for myself. But it was the end. This is the end of my story, and it's time for me to say goodbye to all of you.

After Skylar sent me this chapter, I begged her that it wasn't the end. I asked her to tell me something, even if she ended up living with werewolves for the rest of her life. It took her nearly five months to respond to me. This was her response:

Scared you, didn't I?

Attached to the email was a new chapter.