You stood outside the house, breathing in the fresh air. Feeling the air on your skin. Feeling free at last. No more reason to hide, no more reason to be scared. You could stand here and soak it in, really enjoy it again. You didn't even realize until just now how much you missed this, how you had taken it for granted before. How important it was to do, how wonderful it felt.

It was so calming, so peaceful, so perfect. Peter was gone, you were free of him and his minions. You no longer had to watch over your shoulder in fear. The hex bags in your pockets could be gone forever. You could forget all about witches and spells. About hunting and other things. But could you forget about Sam? About Dean?

"Y/N?" Sam asked. He walked up to you slowly, hands in his pockets, eyes cast down at you nervous and cautious to approach you. "Y/N, lets go back to the hotel." His hand reached out, fingers searching for you. But you pulled away slightly, just out of his grasp. He noticed and you could have sworn you saw him flinch.

"I can't." You finally opened your eyes, looking over at Sam's sad face.

He cocked his head to the side. "Why not?" He asked, shoving his hands back into his pockets.

"Because I can't." You sighed, "I have to go. You have to go. You and Dean. This is your life, this is what you do. This isn't what I do. I get in the way, I" You turned away, looking away from Sam, "I complicate things. You don't need any more compilations."

"Y/N that's not-"

"It is." You interrupted him. Turning back and looking back over at Sam. His face twisted in confusion. You sighed. "Look at what happened during this case for you. You were so upset you wouldn't even look at me. Even Dean said you were out of it. You can't have that. You can't get hurt." You were so amazed at your strength, at the way you held yourself together even with Sam looking as sad as he was. Dean had joined too, hearing the tail end of your little speech.

"I wont get hurt." Sam said, hands once more reaching for you. Again you moved from his grasp, taking a few steps back.

"You will. But its okay. I'm okay Sam. And you have to keep doing this good. Keep the world safe. You both do." You gestured to Dean too and for the first time Sam realized he was even there. "I can't get in the way of that. I'll just make things… complicated."

Dean cleared his throat. He stepped forward, patting his brother's shoulder as he made his way past him. "Do you know what you're going to do?" He asked, and unlike Sam you didn't move away from him.

You shrugged, "No. But its okay. I can start over. I've done it before."

Sam shook his head. Unable to process what everyone was saying. Sam didn't want you to leave, he wanted you close to him at all times. He needed you. You were the best thing that happened to him recently. "Y/N…" Sam pleaded.

"No. Please. This is already really hard. I just- you don't need me. Neither of you do." Neither said anything, neither could. You were right and Dean knew it. You could see it in his eyes. Sam though, he didn't want to let you go.

You all stood in silence, both brothers staring at you, watching you. Both having different reactions. Both waiting for something more. You sighed, unable to keep looking at them. You walked down the path towards the car. Sam and Dean lingered at the door.

You threw yourself into the back seat, slamming the door behind you. Dean sighed and pat his brother a few more times on the shoulder before walking towards his car. Sam followed, slowly. Not ready to say goodbye just yet.

You stood next to the car, the car Sam had hot-wired for you. It was older, something you wouldn't have picked out in the lot while car shopping, but you weren't being picky now. Your bags were already in the back seat. Everything was ready. All that you were waiting on was you. And all you had to do was get in the front seat and drive.

Sam hadn't talked much, hadn't had much to say since you confessed you wanted to leave. Dean tried to fill the air with anything but silence, because it made it harder to deal with. So he'd crack jokes, or play music, tell stories, anything he could to stop the silence between it all. Now he leaned against the hood of your new car, ankles crossed in front of him.

"Okay. Its ready" Sam's voice was cold, void of emotion. But you knew that was a lie. He was swarming in emotions.

You walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and holding him close. Sam hesitated but eventually gave in and squeezed you back. His head curling into your neck where he planted a small kiss. His hands pulled at your shirt, skin touching skin, and you felt the familiar heat from before.

Your heart started to race, but you pulled away before you could let it cloud your judgment. After all, Dean was watching. Sam wiped at his eyes quickly and cleared his throat. "You sure this is what you want?" He asked looking back at the car.

You nodded. Your strength from earlier was gone. Replaced with fear that if you kpet asking that question, you would change your mind and stay. It wouldn't have been hard to do. Sam was wonderful. You liked Sam. And it was obvious he liked you. You could have figured out what to do about Dean. You'd have the time. Even if things got a little hairy for a moment, you'd be okay with that because for once in your life you'd be safe.

But that was the problem. They needed you out of the picture so you couldn't figure that out. So you couldn't create drama, or distract them from their works. So you couldn't get in the way and be put in harms way. So you didn't have to kill anything ever again. Your hands were still shaking from killing Peter. Your stomach still uneasy from the amount of blood you'd seen.

You couldn't stay here, with them. You just couldn't. It would change you too much. And you couldn't do that. You didn't want to. Sam and Dean couldn't have wanted that either.

Dean.

You turned to him, but he had his eyes trained on his feet. You gave him a hug, a different hug than Sam, but a hug none the less. You breathed him in. You'd never been this close to him, never had the chance to really. He held you close. Hands on your waist loosely. "I know you kissed me." You whispered into his ear.

Dean tensed, his breathing growing ragged in his chest. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have." He confessed breathlessly. He still stood stiffly against you

You pulled back, looking over where you left Sam. He was gone. Dean followed your gaze, hands still on your waist. He didn't have a chance to say or do anything. You pecked at his cheek, lightly kissing him. You cupped his face in your hands and gave him a real kiss.

It was quick, you feared Sam finding you, but you had to do it. Had to know what it felt like to be with Dean. Because if you walked away now and never at least felt it, you'd hate yourself. So you kissed him. His lips were softer, and parted instantly. His tongue darting across your bottom lip. He pulled you closer to him, pressing you firmly into him.

And then you were done, you pulled away. Both of you were breathing hard, Dean's eyes glazed over as he focused back on you. He didn't say anything, didn't ask why, didn't bother to. Because he knew. And when Sam came back and your face softened, he knew better then to ruin that. Let Sammy have the chick this once.

You gave them both a sad look before making your way to the driver seat of your new car. Sam shut the door, making sure you were safely in before he did. Dean knocked on the window and you rolled it down. He fished out his wallet and pulled all the cash out of it, handing it to you.

"Its a couple hundred. Should get you started." You took the money. Folding it up and putting it in your purse on the seat next to you.

"Thank you guys. I mean it. I owe my life to you." You said, looking up at both men.

"Well use it to start over. Hope we don't run back into you." Dean pat the side of the car and pulled his brother away. You shifted and left, watching Sam and Dean turn into specks in your rear view mirror.

This was it. You were gone. Another chapter of your life written, proofed, and posted. A new one about to begin. You didn't know what was going to happen. But that was okay. Because you were suddenly so much freer then before. It was enough to keep you going, enough to weigh out the bad that happened.

Dean turned to his brother, not bothering to give him a hard time for the tears streaming down his face. "You gonna be alright?" He asked. But Sam didn't answer. He watched the car fade away into nothing and as soon as it was out of sight he threw himself into the Impala.

Dean grunted and followed his brother's actions. Roaring the engine to life and returning to the hotel room. Sam didn't speak all night, he went straight to bed the second they returned. Dean hated seeing Sam like this, but he couldn't help but agree with you. If only he had a way to convince Sam of that. But Dean knew better. Sam needed this. Needed to be a little hurt so that he could get better.

You ran your fingers over the paper card in your hand. The one Dean had slipped into your hand with the money. On it was his and Sam's numbers, a little note that said, "If you come across anything. Or need someone to talk to."

Part of you wanted to turn around. To go back to them. But you knew better. You couldn't do that. You kept telling yourself over and over as you drove farther and farther away. You got the freeway. South, it was warmer there. Beaches here you come.