I needed to make a few adjustments, so whoever got the alerts for a new chapter sorry if you have received a few :P! I really enjoy this story so far and I really want it to be perfect so fingers crossed that you will enjoy it too!! :D
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Dean could not believe it. His mouth had just spoke the name of the woman he thought dead for almost two years and still the voice that answered back was definately hers.
"Yeah Dean, it's me. How are you?"
She had said the words with the same soft way she had talked to him when they had met where Roy Legrange was healing people. How could Dean ever forget, he had been healed himself while some other guy had died for him. It had been the first time he had ever met a reaper himself, and the thought of the old man's face still gave him chills down his spine.
Dean chuckled before answering Layla's question. "I think I should be asking you that question myself."
"I'm fine." Dean could totally imagine Layla smiling on the other end. "I was just wondering if it was possible that we could meet eachother soon."
It must be a trap, the thought to himself. People calling him out of nowhere like that asking to hang out didn't just happened to Dean, well except when he would give out his phone number to a girl he would meet in a bar, but this was something far off.
"Where are you?" Dean had to ask, even if it was a trap. He just needed so see it to believe it, like anything else he'd ever haunted.
She gave him an address that ended up in a small town in Indiana and ended their conversation there.
"What's up?" Sam finally could ask.
"We're leaving. Right now."
When the boys finally got to the small town, Sam was asked to be dropped off in a hotel. He did wanted to see Layla and make sure that she wasn't some sort of shapeshifter or demon, but he also knew that if she was the real Layla that Dean would want some time with her. Dean could not agree more and knew that if something would go wrong that his little brother would be just a quick phone call away.
He drove the Impala down to the school zone where he saw that the address had brought him to the middle school. He sure as hell wasn't dressed up to go inside a school with small kids, so he decided to wait until all classes were done.
He finally got into the school and turned left at the first hallway he saw. He looked in every classroom door he past in front of before getting one where a woman was sitting at the teacher's desk. Her head was down as she was probably reading a book or was maybe marking some tests, but Dean decided to knock on the door.
Layla's eyes turned to the door and found Dean's. She smiled at him which made his heart skip a beat and she got up from her chair and went to the door to open it.
"Hey Layla." Dean could not help but smile back at her.
She gave him a small hug and invited him inside the classroom. "Hey. I never thought you'd be getting here that quick."
Dean took a seat on one of the front desks while Layla decided to stay up and got right in front of him.
"So, how did you get my phone number?" He couldn't help but ask.
"I asked Sam and he gave it to me." She took his hands and rubbed them with her thumbs as she looked back up at him. "I know this is weird, but I really wanted to see you. I wanted to call you months ago but always thought that you wouldn't never call me back."
"Because I was suppose to think you were dead?" He had meant it sarcastically, she knew that, but the words had hit her with brute force anyway. "How did you survive?"
She still had that genuine smile she had two years ago, which brought him strenght once more. "The tumor just disappeared one day. I don't know it's like I was suddenly cured."
There was a part missing from her story, but Dean had already gotten the proof that she wasn't a demon trying to get at him. No demons could ever have eyes that sparkled life and love as Layla's and he was so happy that she could finally live life normally.
"So, what do you want to do now?" Dean had millions of questions but knew they could wait. It was something she made him feel inside; something he had never felt. Like he could live life like a normal non-hunter just for a bit. As if there wasn't anymore deal at the end of this trip.
"We could go for a walk if you want?" She blushed and smiled at him again. How in the world could he say no to that? "There's a pizza place not far."
She took his left hand with her right, pulled him off the desk and they left the school. Dean had rushed himself to the place and hadn't even enjoy what awesome scenic view he had missed on. The Sun had already started out to set and walking on the boardwalk had been just like a dream. They got to the pizza place after talking about how their lives had been ever since they had met; she had gotten a new job as a teacher while he had to hide out the fact that he was hunting evil things, and just said that he and Sam were still traveling, trying to figure out what to do next.
They had the greatest time and for once Dean hadn't even thought about having urges; you know the type of things Dean Winchester would usually do. Instead he just had a normal but surely memorable day with a friend.
They sat in and ordered a piece and beer while they talked and laughed and enjoyed eachother's company.
"... so this kid comes in the class, doesn't even knock and sits in front. I ask him "What are you doing in here, this is not even your classroom." and he said "Yeah, well you're prettier than M. Johnson, so I'm staying in here even if it means I failed a year.". It was the most adorable thing ever!" She told Dean as they both laughed. Dean wasn't the guy who would usually enjoy these types of conversation, but he felt different with Layla.
He smiled at her while she took a sip of her beer. That woman had always given him a feeling that there was better things out there. When he was around her he didn't even feel like hunting anymore: He felt at home.
"So what are you-" Layla started as she felt a sudden pain in her head.
"Layla?" Dean dropped his glass in fear, got up and took Layla's shoulders into his hands. "Speak to me!"
"I'm... sorry..." She tried to go on but felt unconcious in Dean's arms.
Dean waited impatiently in the emergency room as minutes and hours went by. He was woken up by the doctor that had treated Layla. He was tall and dark and was wearing blue scrubs under his long lab coat.
"Dean?"
"Yeah? What's up doc?"
"It's about your friend."
Dean stood up to try to match up the doctor's height which he surprisingly didn't not accomplish. He had millions of butterflies running in his stomach and wasn't ready for what was coming next.
"I'm sorry, son. We were too late." The words echoed in Dean's head. He only had her back for a day...
"What happened to her?" Dean asked with a broken voice.
"It was a brain tumor. It wasn't operabable. Again, I'm sorry." The doctor left Dean alone in the room.
How could see lied about a thing like that? She had said that the tumor was gone? Dean suddenly had a dark thought about everything...
... had he brought the tumor back?
