This is a short chapter. Don't worry there will be at least one more chapter after this. Please comment and Enjoy! Disclaimer: I wish I could own the rights to Supernatural but I don't. Just to certain characters.

Chapter Six: Saying Goodbye

My tears were all but spent again. I felt the stab of guilt slide inside my chest as I carefully placed Pete's head gently on the floor. I forced the emotions deep within my chest, knowing that I was a hunter. A cold heartless person who, once filled with emotions, makes mistakes. "I'm sorry, Pete." I said my throat tightening around the words. "God dammit, Pete! Why didn't you stay at your mom's?!" I wanted to strangle him, but strangling a dead body didn't feel the same as trying to strangle someone that was alive.

I was shaking my head with disbelief as I stood up and walked towards the doors. I glance around the room making sure their wasn't any cameras to make me into a suspect as I walked out the doors leaving the bedpan still smoking with the now chard remains of Carlos Rodriguez.

I walked up the stairs my head low. Mind was spinning with guilt, I couldn't make my legs stop walking up the stairs. Why did he come? Why didn't I just take him home? His death is my fault! I felt my eyes filling up with more tears until I noticed I was standing in front of the room that housed my brothers. I licked my lips nervously and I knocked once before walking in.

Both Sam and Dean were awake and sitting up talking to each other. They turned to look at me covered in blood and looking like I just had to kill a puppy or something. I didn't have to say anything and Dean was instantly on his feet and rushed to my side wrapping his strong arms around me. I was shaking under his weight. I couldn't hold back the tears and I released them burring my head into his standard hospital gown. I heard Sam groan and the soft clicks from the crutches he was needing to use as he hobbled on over. Soon I felt his arms around me. I felt warm and safe but I still felt my heart breaking with guilt.

~SL,PP~

I let out a groan that felt strange in my throat. The cold hard floor of the morgue made my back knot up making it uncomfortable. I blinked back the tears that were starting to form in the corner of my eyes as I sat up. I carefully lifted my shirt but found it to be cleaned and I looked as though nothing had happened to me. I looked around me finding me to be alone. The smell of smoke soon died down slightly as I stood up on my legs feeling them wobble underneath my weight.

I was surprised to see nobody was running to the morgue even during the commotion that happened just a few minutes ago. I stumbled out of the morgue and head to the front lobby feeling strange that I was walking around knowing full well that I had just been killed. Co-workers were saying hi to me so I knew I was alive.

I walked quickly to the front desk and the nurse looked up at me with a smile. "I need some information. Did you see a girl with long blonde hair in a ponytail and wearing jeans and a green scrubs over a black long sleeved shirt?"

"Sorry, I haven't." I shook my head. "Pete, why are you here? Aren't you supposed to have the day off?" I nodded and slowly walked out of the hospital until I remembered my car was off the side of the road on the highway.

~SL,PP~

I was sipping at my coffee in the cafeteria a few hours later. I had to request my brothers' discharge papers. I had to leave this place I couldn't stand this place. The feeling of guilt still ate at me. I know I felt selfish as I downed my third cup of coffee trying to remove the sick feeling in my stomach. The soft clicks of crutches made me look up and I forced a smile up at my brothers.

They were dressed in their regular clothes and I was wearing a light blue shirt and a jacket. I had to throw away the scrubs and my black long sleeved shirt. I couldn't bare seeing that blood without feeling survivors guilt. I rubbed my face to make sure there wasn't any stray tears as I stood up and tossed the cup I used into the trash. "Ready to say goodbye to this place?" Trying my hardest to not seemed depressed. But Sam and Dean could pick it out even through a thousand fake smiles. But they didn't say anything as we walked out to my car.

"You gonna be comfortable in the back seat, Sammy?" Dean asked as Sam carefully slid into the back seat I had grabbed the crutches and walked to the truck to place them inside.

"I'll be alright." Sam said though he wasn't quiet sure he believed it. I tossed him my backpack and he placed it underneath his wounded foot. "Thanks."

"Alright it's nine and half hours to Bobby's." I said walking to the drivers seat and as Dean climbed into the passenger seat. I swallowed hard thinking about my huge job back at Bobby's as my brothers are forced to recover.

"You gonna be able to drive the whole way?" Dean asked wincing as he placed the seat belt over his wounded arm.

"I can manage." I said my eyes staring straight at the long road ahead. "I have to." I pulled away feeling dead inside. I never liked leaving behind friend's bodies to be found by the proper authorities instead of taking care of it myself. But I couldn't look at his face anymore without feeling that empty guilt eat at me.

It was going to be the longest nine and half hours my brothers would have to endure in complete silence.