My bare feet pounded the Forrest floor, hell hounds to the left and right. My heart pounded against my chest. All I could think of was Dean, Sam and Kris. I reached a clearing thinking I was safe, but I wasn't. The hellhounds closed in, thirty in all. I screamed, but no sound came out.
"Son of a b-tch," I breathed as I bolted into a sitting position, waking Dean in the process.
Dean looked at me, confusion and fear in his eyes. Once Dean looked at me, he shook his head and went back to sleep, this time laying on his stomach. I had heard Kris knock on the door earlier, but before I could get up she left.
I got up and started pacing, that nightmare nagging at the back of my mind. I shake my head again, walking back over to Dean.
"Dean, we need to leave," I whisper to him, rubbing his shoulders.
"One more minute, Sam. Ain't any cases to work on," he moans.
"Dean," I say sharply, "Get your butt up now!".
Dean bolts up into a sitting position. His hair is super messy now, which elicits a laugh. He looks around, then his eyes rest on me.
"What's going on, Baby Doll?".
"We need to leave, Dean. Kris and Sam aren't around us," I sigh.
He nods, getting up to pack things for the trip. I sigh again, fearful for Kris and Sam, but this was necessary. Sam and Kris needed to be safe.
"Should we leave a note, Baby Doll," Dean asks, slinging our bags over his right shoulder.
I shake my head 'no', because one I don't want to worry them and two they didn't leave us one when they left us for a hunt.
Dean takes my hand, fear evident on his face, but determination is in his eyes. I can hear Kris crying as we pass her and Sam's door. Dean looks like he may end up crying, but he doesn't. Once we're out the door, I take one last look at Bobby's cabin.
Two thoughts race through my mind, What did I do? and Was it right?