"You sure you want to do this?" Ricki asks and I nod.
"There's only one way out of this life, Rick. I'm eighteen and dad really doesn't have a say. I'll see you at Christmas?" I hold my arms out for a hug.
Today is the day that I leave for college in New York City. I've never been there, but I know I'll love it.
"Did you tell Dean?" He whispers and tears well in my eyes.
"Of course I didn't. Sammy's already thinking about leaving, so I don't think he needs to know about me leaving just yet."
"That's true." Ricki nods as Heath gets out of dad's truck and hugs me.
"Love you, sis. Good luck at school."
"Thanks Heath. You make sure you finish high school, okay?" I kiss the top of his head, and my dad finally makes his way over to me.
"Hey." He says, fighting back tears.
"Don't you dare. I'm only a phone call away. Every night, eight pm." I poke his chest before burying my face in it, letting out my first sob of the day.
"My girl." He cries.
We stay like that for a while. He needs to cry. He hasn't cried in a long time. Nobody ever left his side since mom's death, and I'm the first bird to fly from the nest. If there's any reason to cry, this is it.
"Fuck it. I'll drive you." He says, and I look up at him with a smile on my face.
"I thought you never wanted to enter a borough again after mom."
My mom was from Staten Island, and according to dad and Ricki, she had the thickest accent ever. She went to NYU for art, and my dad was in the city with his brother. He met my mom on the street when asking for directions, and according to him, he used his classic "Mark Winters Southern Charm" on her so well, that she spent the day with him and his brother, showing them around. They fell in love and when it was time to leave Manhattan, my uncle went alone, because my father was so entranced by my mother. He stayed there, working in restaurants and couch hopping until she graduated, and then they moved into a small apartment in New Jersey, where they got married. And the rest is history.
"I'll make an exception for you." He kisses my forehead.
I rip my head out of my father's chest upon hearing the Impala. Oh no.
"Hey I didn't want to miss the going away party." John says, and hugs me.
If John's here, then Dean can't be far behind.
"What?" Dean asks, and I can't stand to look at him. "Going away party?"
"College." Dad points to me.
"New York City." I respond, tears slipping down my cheeks as it looks like Dean's heart is being ripped from his chest. "I'm sorry, Dean."
"No, don't be." He shakes his head and pulls me in for a hug. "If there's anyone in this world who deserves to get out of this life, it's you."
"Oh, here." I take a marker out of my back pocket and take his hand. "It's my number. You can call at 7, any night of the week, okay?" I write on the back of his hand.
"Okay." He nods.
"Do you want to come with us to drop her off?" My dad asks and I give Dean a little smile.
"Why not!" He smiles and goes to the Impala, grabbing his bag of clothes.
"Sammy!" I shout, realizing the younger boy was asleep in the back. "Say goodbye."
"Oh man." He says, getting out of the car and squeezing me in a tight hug. "Good luck, D."
"Hey, if I can do this, you can." I go on my toes and kiss his cheek. "You're brilliant, Sammy. You can get past this life. Do whatever you want."
"Thanks, Dallas." He smiles.
"Anytime, Sammy. Here's my number." I open the notebook that's sitting next to him and go to a blank page, writing it down. "Share that with your brother."
"Love you, D. See you at Thanksgiving?"
"Oh right." I nod. "I forgot about that. See you at Thanksgiving." I smile.
A day later, I'm moved into my dorm, and Dean is spoiling me. He bought me a mattress pad after feeling the "awful lump filled hell bed" that I was supplied with, and insisted I use it. He put it on himself and everything. He decided he would get himself a bus ticket after my family left, because he wanted to stay with me until my classes started next week.
"I love you, Dallas. I'll be sure to visit a lot. And I'll drive you home for Thanksgiving."
"To whatever Denny's we're celebrating in." He kisses me.
"I love you too, Dean." I say, a tear falling down my cheek.
"I don't want to leave you, babe."
"I can't keep you here, your dad would kill me."
"I don't know about that. You're no monster." He smirks and kisses me again.
"Get a room." My roommate, Rosie, says, coming into the room. She's only kidding. She actually thinks Dean and I are cute together, and wants Dean to enroll so he doesn't have to leave.
"You're a dork." I wrap my arms around his neck, burying my head in his chest, and his arms go around my waist, and he kisses my head.
"I better get going, then." He says, and another tear slips down my face. "Two months. I'll call every night. At nine."
"Okay." I nod. I have to walk him to the bus station, well, I'm going to make him take the subway, because it's all the way downtown, and we're in the village. "Let's go, babe." I wipe my tears, and put on my flannel and converse.
"You're going to love it here, okay?"
"I know I will."
"You better, goddammit." He pinches my waist as we go down the stairs.
The subway ride to port authority was long, and we had managed to get seats in the corner, so Dean was sneaking kisses and we were being "annoyingly cute", according to the old gay man that was sat across from us. I know he was gay, because he told us.
"I'm gay and I speak for everyone on this car when I say, I think you two should be married by now. You're an annoyingly cute couple! Good luck!" He then excited the train.
I can only hope that my time in New York is as strange and amazing as that one encounter.
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Dallas Winters was raised to be a hunter. When she was two, her mother died because of a yellow-eyed demon. Her father wanted revenge for her death, in any way that he could get it, which is how the Winters met the Winchesters. They had the same sto...