Supernatural: Season Two

No Exit (3)

No Exit (3)

Kylie's POV

Sleep didn't come easy for me that night, it didn't come at all actually. Instead, I sat beside Dean, just watching him sleep until the sun rose and Sam came out of his room.

"Morning." He said quietly before going to the kitchen table and nodding for me to meet him over there.

With my knees cracking, I got up and met over to Sam who looked somber.

I guess someone didn't have a good night's sleep.

"Morning." I forced a smile, running my hands through my flattened hair.

"Hey," He nodded before looking over me as if he was trying to figure something out, "did you get any sleep last night?"

I struggled with my words before finally shaking my head and admitting the truth. "Not a wink." I smiled. "I could use some coffee." I grinned and nudged him.

He rolled his eyes but nodded. "I'll get some, but I think we should talk."

I suppressed a groan. They always wanted to talk, always wanted to discuss my feelings, couldn't they just let me die in peace?

"What's up?" I asked, leaning next to him, watching as Dean twisted his body uncomfortably on the couch.

"I heard you and Dean talking last night."

I let out a breath and nodded. "I'm sorry, I didn't know we were that loud."

Sam rolled his eyes and nudged me. "What's going through your mind?"

I shook my head, a forced smile on my lips. "Nothing, we were just talking about the 'what ifs'." I shrugged. "You act like we never had one of those talks before."

"Yeah when we were kids." He rolled his eyes. "Come on Ky, that was some serious crap."

"Well believe it or not Sammy, I am a woman and women tend to have serious discussions." I shrugged, trying to play it off.

I watched as his brows drew together, as if he was thinking. "No." He said simply. "I don't believe that. I think there's something going on with you, something big that your keeping hidden and it's scaring the crap out of you."

I let out a chuckle and rubbed my face tiredly. "I tell you everything Sam."

"Not everything." He shook his head. "I think you're scared to tell me." He admitted.

"Why would I be scared to tell you?" I questioned, smacking my hands off my thighs as I through them down with frustration.

"You tell me." He stared at me. "What are you so scared of that you won't even tell me."

I gritted my teeth as I felt my body become hot with frustration. Tears threatened to fall, and I didn't know why.

"Morning."

I jumped when Jo came out, she took a glance between Sam and I. "Am I interrupting something?"

I shook my head wiping away the one stray tear. "Of course not." I glanced at Sam who was watching me, a sorrowful expression on his face. "Sam was just going to get coffee."

"Right." He let out silently. "I'll uh, be right back." He nodded before hurrying out the door, leaving my alone with Jo.

"I'm really sorry if I was interrupting something important." Jo started as she sat at the empty table.

"No, no." I shook my head and ran my fingers through my curls. "Let's just say you aren't the only one who gets scolded around here." I sighed, sitting across from her.