Fiery Retribution

Disclaimer for entire fic: I don't own Supernatural, nor do I own Sam, Dean or the Impala. So yeah, this is just a fic based on the wonderful idea. I do however own the fic, and Darcy.

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Two days out from San Antonio, Texas;

Two months ago:

"You know, we could have taken that hunt down in Cali. Gone to the beach, had some fun."

Darcy turned around to face her boyfriend. She couldn't believe that a few months had passed since she had met the Winchesters- it had seemed more like an eternity. She raised an eyebrow and motioned to the back where the elder brother lay soundly asleep, mouth slightly open.

"I don't think fighting aquatic monsters is my kind of fun Sam. Besides, it would be impossible to keep Dean away from all the girls there. It would be more of a distraction than anything else."

Sam Winchester raised an eyebrow and shrugged, changing gears quickly as they neared a traffic light. He stared out the windscreen and sighed contentedly, watching a flock of geese fly above the car on their flight somewhere else. A loud horn blasted from behind them and Dean woke up with a start, cursing loudly as he looked around for the signs of the attacker. Darcy giggled and cuffed Sam behind the head.

"Pay attention to the traffic lights sweetie, cos unless geese can turn green for go, we're gonna make a lot of new friends."

She could hear Dean in the background muttering to himself and she swivelled around to see him.

"Afternoon sunshine!"

He shot a dark look at her and lurched backwards as Sam sped up.

They were on a hunt. A bunch of spirits on the loose down in some town. Darcy and Dean had bickered for ages about what kind of wanted to do; Sam had casually sat back and watched them. Darcy had forcefully told both of them that there was no way she was going after an aquatic monster and had decided that ghosts was the way to go (that and she was embarrassed about wearing her bikini). She leant her head back against the chair and watched as the trees sped past, the somewhat faint sounds of AC/DC playing from the speakers.

Fun.

It was so strange to think of herself relaxing for a moment and not hunting anything, just chilling out and listening to the two brothers argue over which girl in the pub was prettier or which beer tasted better. She smiled to herself and pressed her head against the cool glass, drawing a concerned look from Sam.

"You ok? That head-ache hasn't come back has it?"

She turned her head back to Sam and shook it quickly.

"I would be more worried about your own head-aches. Mine are just caused by tension."

Sam smiled bitterly at the mention of his own affliction. He had finally come to terms with his new abilities, and the pain had lessened as he had grown used to them. A soft snore from the back warned him that he would have to find a motel soon to camp down for a while.

Darcy sat up in her bed, arms cradled around her body as she remembered leaving them behind. She had to do it, Sam needed her to leave. It was better that way.

A/N: My prologues are always really short. Anyway, I recommend you read Love, Lies and Angels first (This being a sequel to it yah know?)