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Sky emerged almost an hour later from the steamy bathroom dressed in one of Deans baggy tops and a pair of his boxers as her short blue hair dripped behind her. Dean felt his breath leave his body as she walked out. She was stunning. And not just in the conventional way, she was so odd and beautiful at the same time which easily made her the most exquisite thing he had ever seen.
Now the dust was no longer covering her skin he could see how pale she was and how big her eyes were, she couldn't have been any taller than five foot four and she was totally flawless in his eyes.
It looked as if Castiel and Sam were breathless too for a minute until she nervously spoke up, tugging on the hem of the baggy top, her nerves on end underneath their gaze.
"Did you find anything?" she asked Sam quietly, and before he said anything she knew from the pitiful way that he looked at her that there was nothing.
Before he could say anything Sky shook her head and sat on the bed, "it's okay," she tried to smile, but a tear slid down her cheek, "they never knew I existed anyway and I just," she cut herself short and stood up trying to plaster on another smile as she grinned at everyone.
"How old to smoke in this fine country?" she asked them, trying to distract them from the tears which were threatening to slip out.
"We're in Alabama so nineteen," Dean said, "and you are?"
"Eighteen," she growled in frustration, "hey Dean..." she grinned, and Dean felt his heart melt as she looked at him with puppy dog eyes, and in the distance he heard Sam chuckle at him before he stood up grabbed his car keys, "25g of Amber Leaf please and filters." She smiled at him before without so much as a glance at his brother and best friend he'd walked out the door and was driving off with the image of Skys face in his memory.

Sky perched on the edge of the bed waiting for Dean to get back, she didn't know why but for some reason around Dean she felt more comfortable, the words were easier to persuade to come out of her mouth but around Sam and Castiel she just felt awkward and small.
"Dean will be back any minute," Sam smiled at her as he shut his laptop and leant back on his chair, Sky pushed her fringe out of her eyes and tried to smile back while Sam carried on talking, "what was your life back home like?"
"It was nice," Sky said quietly, "I got into University – I wanted to be a child psychiatrist. I had loads of friends and I lived with my mum and sister," Sky stopped quickly, trying to rapidly blink the tears away before she carried on, "my dad lived in London, we never got on but I had these two adorable baby brothers. I had a boyfriend, we were together for two years, we weren't together though when I was taken. He was moving to Scotland and we broke up to make it easier for each other – the distance," she sighed, exasperated, "but it was the night before he left – our last night and I don't know. I missed him already. My Ipod," her mouth formed a horrified circle shape, "it was my baby, and my books. All my things, I'll never get them back." She said with finality running a frustrated hand through her short hair. Silence ensued until Dean noisily broke through the door throwing the pouch of baccy at Sky's head, out of instinct she caught it and without thinking she opened the pouch and before Dean had even set the beer on the table she'd already rolled the cigarette and had lit it, breathing the smoke in deeply with an almost dreamy expression on her face.
"Don't those things kill you?" Castiel asked in his husky voice.
Sky shrugged and took another drag, before smiling at him, "you have to die of something."
Dean chuckled at her as he passed Sam his beer, "this logic," he nodded towards her, "I like."
She smiled and nodded at him, giggling under her breath as she looked at Dean, he was taller than they portrayed him as, and nothing on TV could have prepared herself for his piercing green eyes.
He held the beer out to her and with one final deep drag she put the cigarette out in the ash tray and she slid of the bed and just before she grabbed the beer he pulled it back from her holding it high above his head.
"You're only eighteen aren't you?" Dean cocked his eyebrows as a wicked smile appeared on his face, "too young to drink."
Sky's face fell into a frown and she desperately tried to resist the urge to break into a grin which would match his.
"Dean," she growled, "give it. Please?" she broke into a small smile, pulling her puppy dog eyes at him.
"Whatcha think Sammy should we give the underage girl some beer? Nah I don't think so."
"I'm not underage, I'm eighteen," she walked up to Dean pressed her body against him, standing on tip toes and trying desperately to drink the beer held above his head.

Dean felt his breath leave his body when Sky pressed her body against him, his lips basically touching her neck as she struggled to grab the beer and for a confusing second his mind went blank and all he could think about was her and that she was touching him and that it already felt better than how he'd felt when he had been with any other woman.

"Dean," Sky moaned, pouting her bottom lip out, "please," and when he didn't reply and he just carried on grinning at her. This time she cocked her head and raised her eyebrows, before bringing her knee up and making it connect with his groin.
Dean doubled over in pain and automatically lowered his hand, as soon as he did Sky grabbed her beer and stood over him with her hands triumphantly on her hips, earning Sam and Castiels laughs while Dean pulled himself upright.
"You little bitch," Dean mumbled.
A scared expression crossed her face as she started biting her nails, "I'm sorry," she said quietly walking back to the bed and quietly rolling another cigarette.
Dean exchanged worried glances with Sam as he looked over at her, and he almost immediately regretted saying anything, he meant it as a joke – not to hurt her – but he could understand why she was so on edge. He would be too if he thought he'd offended the only people in this world who he knew.

Everyone else was asleep except for Dean, he was sitting at the kitchen table waiting for the sun to rise, Sky had his bed and the rays of moonlight hit her perfectly highlighted how beautiful she was. Dean was deep in his own thought as he thought about already how much his life had changed in seven hours and Sky was the reason for that, already he knew.
She moaned under her breath which jerked Dean out of his revere she shifted slightly in her sleep, running her hand over on the bed next to her, trying to find someone. Her fists clenched into fists on the covers as her eyes fluttered open, tears streaming down her face as her and Deans eyes met silently.
Without a sound he stood up and quietly padded over to her bed and pulled her into his arms letting her cry quietly into his chest, "I forgot," she heard him whisper, "they aren't even real. They don't even know about me and what am I meant to do."