#041617

She really did feel bad about doing it this way, but in her mind this was the best way. She felt guilty. She didn’t like sneaking out like this, but there was no way that they would let her go otherwise. Dean would yell at her for even thinking of going by herself. Sam would try to reason with her. Cas would advise her against going at all.  In the end, everyone would insist on accompanying her. That was something that Wren couldn’t allow to happen.

She knew she had to do this alone. It was going to be weird not riding down the road in the Impala. It would be weird without one of the Winchesters or Cas there with her. She would just have to learn to live with that weirdness. She went down the hall where the guys had their rooms. She looked into each of their rooms and a small sad smile came across her face.

She took her phone out of her back pocket as she turned towards the library. She unlocked the phone and turned off the GPS. She closed her eyes and released a long slow breath. It didn’t help the anxiety. She then realized there would be no relief from it for some time to come. ‘This is going to be a long trip,’ she said to herself. She shot off a quick text message and put the phone back in her pocket.

She entered the library and walked over to the far table. She put her bag on the table and ran her hand over the wood. Figuring this would be the best place to put it, she opened the side pocket of the bag and removed an envelope. She placed the envelope beside one of the desk lamps. She raised her hand and looked at the ring on her finger. The only piece of jewelry she wore anymore really. She could feel tears starting to form in her eyes. After wiping her eyes quickly, she removed the ring and placed it in the envelope that held the letter she had written for the boys inside. She placed the small envelope on the table in the library with a deep sigh.

She closed her eyes and sent a quick prayer to Chuck. ‘I don’t know where you are right now but I’m pretty sure you can still hear me. At least, I really, really wish you can. Please, just keep them safe. I know I’m not doing this properly. I know I should stay and talk to them. But I just can’t.’ She laughed at herself then. ‘You know why I am doing so why I am trying to rationalize it with you? Chuck, I just want everyone to come out of this in one piece. Most of all, I don’t want them to hate me. Please. I don’t think I can handle that.’ She hoped that Chuck heard that prayer more than any other prayer she had ever said to him. She picked the duffle bag up off the table and walked to the garage.

She walked into the garage quickly and made her way down the row of cars until she reached her target. Blame it on her rebellious streak that had caused her much trouble in her younger days but she smirked at the car sitting in front of her. It was practically begging to go out for a ride. She slid into the car that she was “borrowing” and tossed the bag into the passenger seat. She took a calming breath and turned the key. The engine roared to life as if telling her that it had been too long and was ready to go on a journey. She looked back at the door leading into the bunker. She shook her head to clear it. ‘Come on, Wren. Pull yourself together.’

She put the vehicle into gear and slowly drove out of the bunker. The tires pulled the car onto the road and she turned the car to head east. She kept glancing back in the rearview mirror until she could no longer see the “abandoned factory” that stood on top of the bunker. When it was no longer visible, a single tear finally escaped and slid down her cheek. There was no turning back now, not that she would. She sniffed and wiped the stray tear off her cheek. ‘Come on, you’re not a little girl. You are a strong capable woman. An adult. You can do this. You HAVE to do this.’