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Tayla Shawn Dallas walked along the dirt path. Leaves were falling from all the oak and birch trees that lined the ground she strode on. There was nothing she could do. The man she loved was to die today after waiting for the year to pass. A year was never enough. It seemed like such a long time when someone really thought about it. Twelve months in a year, which was fifty-two weeks that turned into three hundred sixty five days, which was also eight thousand seven hundred and sixty five hours in one year. None of this congenial math could change how she felt. It had come too soon. The baby was due and her father was to die. When was not the issue because it was evidently to happen today. Her redundant thoughts roamed around in circles wearing black jeans and chains, whipping at her brain to stop her sadness. He was going to die. Tay's lover and best friend was going to pass along before her very eyes. She could not watch. The action of knowing this had sent her running away into the trail that was a street down from her motel. Sam had been unable to find a way to rescue Dean. A cold heart sat inside Tay's chest, even though it might as well be carved out and thrown on the dirt beneath her. Footsteps could be heard ushering from under Tay. She did not comprehend anything and instead stared straight ahead at where she was heading, and even that she did not know. This factor was not something to care about in her mind either. It was only a few seconds later that she could hear a pair of footsteps following her. Tay ignored them. She had the knowledge that Sam or Dean would be out following her. There was no reason for her to turn around to find out something she already had the knowledge of. As an alternative, her feet keep thudding softly and quickly on the ground below in such a perfect beat that alternated between feet. Her vans were getting dirty from the freshly rained on soil. The pink padding on the outside of her shoes was now brownish and completely faded, while the white was guilty of being dirty no matter how many times she would try to wash them. Each of them had their own problems. Dean was obviously about to die, leaving Sam and Tay there in the world to rot. Sam on the other hand was supposedly going to turn evil. While Tay, she just had insecurities like any other girl, besides the fact that her world was collapsing down in her lap with a dying lover and a struggling friend. The girl still refused greatly to turn around. If only she could close her eyes and refuse that anything was ever happening. Nothing was ever as simple as anyone wanted them to be though, because then, maybe God thought life would be boring. Tay felt so useless in this. But finally, she turned around. The girl needed a shoulder to cry on, whether it was Dean who was emotion shy, or Sam who she could just let all her heart out to. The tears began to fall from her face. Everybody had their problems, though everyone solved them differently. It was not a resolution, but it helped. Tay dug her head into Dean’s chest and let it all out. They were her worries for him mostly. Him going to hell and all the torture he would endure in the bottomless pit of pain and despair. “I can’t just watch you die…” Tay whispered as she held onto him so tightly. The tears soaked her face and his chest. He did not say anything. She understood he was just as terrified as she was, or maybe even more. This thing in her heart had swelled. Dean was not just some man she was friends with- she recognized the emotion was love. She thought and believed she was in love with Dean. As she would, as any girl in her shoes would when the person she has ever loved the most was about to die, she leaned into him and cried in a whisper, “I love you…” Dean’s eyes widened as he looked down at her. His eyes skimmed the top of her head. The beautiful head that he wished so much would lie next to his. And not just in some dingy motel room either, but if they could have a life, in a nice house with white picket fences and apple pie cooling on the window sill. That one part seemed like such an amazing dream if it was not for the fact Sam was missing. This fact was what he was to tell Tay. That was the reason he came out here. Otherwise he was just too scared to face the tears that fell down her face. Dean had no idea what to do. Instead he just pulled a small piece of paper out of his back pocket. Tay was still leaning into him. Her fists were on his chest as her head leaned on his shoulder. She still cried. Her tears were like rivers flowing through forests of green. With one arm around her, he handed Tay the note. When he read it this morning it had broken his heart. The two would find Sam, though. They would find him and they were stop and insanity that Sam had intended on bringing. Tay took it from him and eyed it, her eyes skimming across the words as her heart sank word after word that was scribbled across the page in a long-hand cursive writing: Tay and Dean, I’m leaving to save Dean. I know he said there was no way for him to stay alive- that wasn’t true, he just didn’t know how. ‘That Ruby chick’ showed me this would happen sooner or later, and better sooner so that Dean didn’t have to rot in hell. I didn’t want to have to do this but I know now that I just had no choice because it would have come to this in the end. It would have ended this way anyway. I just need you to know that. No one will come for Dean. I just hope you guys can ‘do what we do’ and make sure the world doesn’t end because of this. - Sam Half of Tay’s world felt as if it were shattering in front of her. It was as if it were shattering right there in her hands and this little piece of paper was the last piece of that half. So there it was: Dean was not to die after all. Except now there was an even bigger weight on their shoulders since they now had to kill Sam. The two of them, and any other hunters out there, had to find Sam and do something about him because he was the one leading the demon army through whatever plan they had. If only someone could kiss her eyes and lay her to sleep. Then she would not have to go through any of it. Tay gazed up at Dean. His eyes blocked out any emotion that would try to overcome him. Although, Tay could still tell that he was sad beyond all points of misery about Sam, as any big brother who had needed to save his brother could be. Now as their father had said, he had to kill Sam. Murder him so that the half demon could not do anything to the world that his newly evil side had to do. That killed Dean a little inside. But there was one thing the world had not taken from him, and that was Tay. Before either of them knew it, their lips had locked. The two were one as Dean held onto the small of her back. This body language showed he just wanted to hold onto her as long as possible, protecting her from any outside world. Tay on the other hand had her arms wrapped around his neck, signifying she just wanted to be with him and stay as close as possible. Through all the next battles, that would be what they would be- together. |