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gilmoregirl2006 - In my fic, they're married, 'cause the story's set around the same episodes that are on now, and I didn't want it to be too different, other than the obvious stuff.

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The Brothers Winchester made it back to Luke's around 11:30 the next morning, Sam fully rested, and Dean still tired from a vague and oddly spectral sex dream the previous night. They sat at a table this time.

Luke came up to get their order. "What can Iget for you?"

"Pancakes, eggs, milk. Sam?"

"I'll have the same with bacon."

"Made it just in time for breakfast."

"Hey, Luke before you get that, could we ask a question or two?" Sam asked with a polite smile.

"Yeah, sure, it's not too busy. What do ya need to know?"

"Well, this is a small town," Dean started.

"Yeah, so we were wondering if you knew someone."

"Lorelai?" Dean asked.

Luke's demeanor got gruffer. "I knew her."

"Knew?" Dean asked.

"It's kinda personal, but she doesn't seem to think it was anything on the verge of exceptional anymore. I guess I could give you a few details."

"Thanks," Sam said, interested.

"So, why do you need to know about Lorelai?"

"Dean likes her," Sam explained.

"Dude," Dean objected. He gave in, deciding that story was most sensible. "Yeah, okay, she's hot."

"I know," Luke agreed. "We dated. Actually, technically, we were engaged, but only in jewelry, you know…? We didn't have the best communication."

"Not the answer I expected," Dean said truthfully.

"I always thought she was too good for me too. Turns out, I was wrong. I really believe that I was wrong now. She used to be my favorite person, but she changed. It sounds so odd to say, but she went from normal, kinda scared about commitment Lorelai to reserved, indifferent toward anyone else's feelings Lorelai. With everything going on around the time building up to our breakup, I wouldn't have been completely surprised if she had broken the engagement off for a reason like she still wasn't sure she was ready for marriage or, you know, if she was just scared. She wouldn't have put it that way, but she's Lorelai. I knew her. Finally, she killed our relationship over the fact that she didn't want to wait anymore. It's not like she's the most patient person, but she knows how I am. I just take time to adjust to certain things.

"I have a thirteen year old daughter I didn't know about this time last year. You don't know how much adjustment that takes. I admit one of the worst mistakes of my life was not telling her for two months, but she dealt so well when I did tell her. She understood like she always did. Then one day I couldn't get a hold of her. I couldn't find her for two days, and that scared the hell out of me. That next night she dumped me. Slept with an ex another hour later. They're married. I heard a few days ago. Not even from her, from her finger, …her ring finger."

"That sucks," Sam inputted.

"Yeah, no kidding, Sam. Dude, I am so sorry. We probably shouldn't have even bothered you."

"No, it's okay. It's not like I'm over it. It's like my best friend died, but it's been over six months. I get that the Lorelai I knew for twenty years is not coming back. I just wish I could get an explanation as to why…. I'll get that food for you." Luke got up.

"Thanks, man," Sam said. He turned to Dean. "So?"

"Think we should investigate further?"

"I think it'd be for better."

"Now try and describe the dream again," Dean insisted.

"Well, it wasn't like the other vision dreams, cause I'm not as sure that it'll come true. It was way fuzzier."

"Come on, get to the good stuff."

"I've already told you about it three times."

"It's an awesome dream…. Kind of."

"Okay, you two are on what I'm assuming is her couch, kissing," Sam sighed, waiting for the same one of Dean's reactions he had received more than once earlier before.

"Awesome."

"Flash to her outside with flickery demon eyes, you with your anguished face on, me talking to that woman you said was looking at us yesterday, Babbette. And that was it."

"It was really that fuzzy? Do you know how much Lorelai and I did?"

"I really don't. How is that the only thing you can focus on?"

"And you expect me to think you're straight," Dean laughed. "It's not fair. The only dream I've had in the last two weeks was the recurring one about Jason Alexander laughing maniacally while playing volleyball with a squirrel."

Sam gave a smile, and they waited for their food.

Once it arrived, Dean asked where they'd try next.

"I could try to find Babbette. See what's up there."

"While you're doing that I could check out Lorelai some more."

"You so don't need to."

"Jealous."

"You know it doesn't say you have the best taste in women when you're hot for a possessed girl." Sam took another forkful of pancakes.

"Could you tell if it was just another possession, or was it our demon?"

"I'd tell you if I knew that."

"Okay…. Good pancakes."

"Mm-hmm," Sam mumbled as he continued to eat.

Once they were finished eating, Dean left to the inn to find Lorelai, and Sam went to ask Luke where he could find Babbette.

"Nice car," Luke told Sam.

"I know, right? It's like Dean's child."

"Understandable."

Sam maneuvered to the point as quickly as possible. "Do you know where I could find Babbette?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, actually she's the reason we're in town. We're her," Don't say something stupid, "Nephews."

"Well, I didn't know she had any brothers or sister."

"Well, our dad was always kind of a loner, always off doing his own thing." Well, at least that's the truth.

"She lives on Maple, the red one with all the gnomes out front."

Dean would have freaked if he'd had to come with him. Along with planes, to Dean, gnomes were the scariest things ever. "Thanks." Sam paid for breakfast and was on his way out again in a matter of seconds, but after those seconds had past, he swiftly turned back around to ask Luke a second question. "Where's Maple?"

--

Dean had just walked in the door as an argument had erupted between a snooty Frenchman behind the reservation desk and Lorelai. He could tell she was trying to keep it as hushed as possible, but the man kept yelling about how dim-witted the guests and workers were.

"I can't work here anymore. No one knows how hard it is to deal with such stupidity all day."

"How 'bout Jerry Springer, or Britney and Kevin's kids?"

"Do not make jokes. There is no way any one could suffer like I do. The most insufferable part about it is that I do not have to work with all the brain-damaged people. I have to work for them. And I cannot do it anymore."

Lorelai tried an approach other than joking, and Dean heard her try to calm him in her most soothing voice. "Just take a day off then, Michel. We can get Jack in here to cover for you. I'm sure he'd like it more than paperwork. You just relax, okay. Stay at home. Put your feet up. Watch Tyra."

"It's already over."

"I know you Tivo'd it…. Look, with a day off you can think this quitting thing over without insulting our guests. Just remember that we want you here more than anyone else would want you, because we're actually used to you."

"I guess I could take a day off."

"Yes, do," Lorelai encouraged.

"Okay. I'll call you if I won't be in tomorrow."

"Good. See ya, Michel."

The Frenchman grabbed his jacket and headed towards the door. Dean approached Lorelai, but as he did, she turned around, and went into a room that, as far as he could tell was an office. He heard some murmers, and the man came out setting a couple things down at the front desk and staying there. Dean changed tactics, and approached the man.

"Hey," Dean said with a smile.

"May I help you?"

"Oh, no. I'm just kinda bored. Do those arguments show up a lot?"

"Every once in a while." Dean could tell that wasn't the entire truth, but it was what he expected.

"So Lorelai's your boss, huh? How long have you worked here."

"Not too long."

"She nice?"

"As nice as any boss."

"I know she's just in the other room, but I heard she used to be different, sweeter, and more considerate, maybe funnier. Do you know anything about that?"

"Sorry."

"Yeah, I didn't think so," he mumbled under his breath. "You think I could talk to her?"

"Sure, I can ask if she doesn't mind stopping her work to talk to some random person off the street. What's your name?"

Apparently all their concierges are bitches. "Dean."

"I'll tell her you're here."

Dean waited, and about ten seconds later the man came back out. "She said you may come in."

"Thanks," Dean said as he walked around the desk to Lorelai's office.

As he shut the door behind him, she spoke. "He returns."

"Well, I am staying here," he said, tossing his jacket to a nearby chair, and as he looked her in the eyes, he was reminded of the dream from last night, raunchy and perfect.

"Not in my office, you're not."

"You invited me in," Dean reminded her.

"I did; didn't I?"

Dean gave another brilliant, enticing smile.

Lorelai tried not to show too much attraction to him, but he didn't look bad in his tight, black t-shirt and jeans. "So, why are you in my office?" she asked through a curious grin.

"Well, my brother thinks I'm in our room doing work, but…"

"You're not. What do you do for a living?"

"Nothing interesting, traveling salesman."

"Well, I hope you relax enough, cause it'd be such a waste if you turned into a giant cockroach."

"Um, okay. That's not a threat, is it?"

"No," she laughed. "Are you gonna stand by the door forever?"

He walked toward her desk to sit on the couch near her. "Is that your ring?" he asked pointing to the huge diamond resting in a small container on her desk along with a few paper clips and a rubber band.

"Yeah," she replied, not looking him in the eye.

"Weird place to put it…. Are you married?"

"Technically."

Dean sighed.

She looked up and into his eyes, a piece of hair falling from behind her ear. "Is that a problem?" she asked with a wicked grin he had seen a few times before, and not on a normal human being. She was possessed, but did the woman he had to be be exorcising have to be so gorgeous? "Yeah, I can exercise her," he said to himself devilishly.

"No, it's not too much of a problem."

"Good," she said rising and moving toward him. His hands rested on her hips as he looked up at her. She looked so serious and methodical.

Lorelai kicked off her shoes and straddled the stranger, running a hand through his hair. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-five," he answered truthfully, knowing exactly what she wanted to hear.

She kissed him roughly, not what he was used to. He was always the type that took everything slowly, because really, what was better than to savor something like that? Plus, that was always how the women he was with wanted to do things. He'd always complied with their preferences, but their preferences had never been so demonic. She was taking charge more than anyone else ever had, but he almost liked it, and he kissed her back.

--

Sam made his way up the driveway and to the extremely short door, and not just short to the 6'4" giant, but Sam assessed that it couldn't be any taller than five and a half feet. He knocked.

The petite, elder blonde answered the door, and looked up. "Hello," she greeted with a raspy voice and a slightly surprised face.

"Hi, sorry, I know you don't know me, which is probably especially weird in this town, but I'm Sam. I was just wondering if I could talk to you for a few minutes. It'll be quick if you're doing something."

"Oh, no, Sugar, I'm not busy. Come on in."

Sam debated asking if they could talk outside, but decided it would probably make her more comfortable on home turf, and he might get more information if she was comfortable. He ducked inside the small home.


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