"C'mon Dean, you need to keep moving," I whispered lightly as he slowed down.
"But it hurts Samantha," he whined.
"I came all this way for you to die on me," I said. He grunted but kept moving.
My boyfriend was hurt and I was trying to get him to a place in the woods my dad would take me to spend the weekend, it was full of medical herbs my mother would send with us. It was less than a mile out, but I didn't know if Dean could make it that far. I still can remember that day,
"Sam, are you okay?" my mother asked. My father had just died from being shot.
"What do you think mom!" I screeched. "You have no idea how much pain this is to lose my father, of course you wouldn't know because you are just standing there, you don't care, you would rather care for Cass more than me!"
I pushed my way out of the door just to run into Dean, I stood there for about two minutes, tears streaming down my face, just staring at him, then suddenly I was wrapped in his embrace, my tears staining his shirt.
"Sam?" a voice interrupted my flashback, bringing me back to life.
"Dean?" I asked.
"I'm here," he said.
"We're here," I said staring out to the cabin, lake, and game that was going to be our life.