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"Alright," Lauren said as they walked into the motel room, not noticing Maggie and Sam's presence. "Now are you gonna tell me what's bothering you or am I gonna have to beat it out of you?" Maggie's eyes grew and her mouth opened halfway. She looked at Sam, brows drawn together out of sheer anger.

"He hasn't told her?" She mouthed. Sam shook his head. Maggie folded her arms over her chest.

"Lauren," Dean said, touching her arm as a gesture for her to sit down next to him. "You just got kidnapped baby can we, ya know take it easy for a little while?" Lauren's face was reddening her expression getting more and more stern by the second.

Thinking quickly Sam grabbed Maggie's arm and pulled her toward the door. Lauren jumped slightly, just noticing they were there.

"We'll leave you guys alone." Sam said before Maggie could protest anything. Lauren felt the anxiety in Maggie's stomach, like she knew what Dean was going to tell her. Sam shut the door, leaving Lauren and Dean alone.

Dean scowled at the door, pissed at Sam for ditching him.

"Dean." Lauren said firmly. Her hormones were starting to kick in and if he didn't act fast, she might just punch him.

"Alright, alright." He said. "You remember a few months ago when I had to go up North to find Sam?" Lauren nodded. "That hunt we killed Yellow-Eyes?" She nodded again. "Something happened up there, that...that's I didn't tell you." Dean took a few deep breaths before continuing. "Sam and these other psychics were stuck up there. Yellow-Eyes was trying to get somebody to run his army. It ended up being Sam and this other guy Jake." Dean stopped again. Breathing deeply. "Jake stabbed Sam in the back before I could get there in time. He was right in front of me and..." He blinked feverently, pushing the tears that had formed in his eyes. "That ass cut Sam's spine right in half. I didn't think it was that bad, I really didn't." Again he paused. Lauren's expression was pained and confused. "He died Lauren," He whispered. "Right there in my arms. Just gone." Lauren felt tears pool in her own eyes.

Dean lifted his gaze from the floor to meet her own. "What was I supposed to do? I couldn't just let Sam die I had to...do something..." He trailed off at the end. Lauren was suddenly horrified.

"Dean...you didn't." She said shakily.

"I didn't want to make a deal with the bitch I just," Tears formed in his eyes again. "He's my brother. What was I supposed to do?"

Lauren looked at her hands. "Are you telling me that you only have ten years with me and our baby?" Dean blinked again and a tear slipped down his cheek.

"No," He said shaking his head. "The bitch only gave me one." Lauren jumped to her feet, Dean stood as well. Her eyes were full of rage, and pain.

"WHAT?" She screamed. "ONE YEAR? ONE? How could you-? Why would-? GuuAHHH!" She threw her arms over her head and let them fall to her sides.

"Lauren I'm sorry." Dean said quietly.

"And you waited this long to tell me? Four months? You-! I-!" She was at a loss for words. Dean opened his mouth to speak again. Lauren interrupted him, by punching him dead in the face. He staggered back for a moment.

Tears fell down Lauren's face, contorted with hurt and rage. She walked closer to him and started punching his chest.

"How could you do this to us?" She screamed. "How am I supposed to raise her alone?" Dean winced as she hit him but let her keep going. "I hate you! I hate you! I HATE YOU!" Dean wrapped his arms around her. As he did she collapsed against him, tired from her outburst and overcome with sobs.

"God Lauren I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." Lauren's head was on his chest, soaking his shirt with tears.

"What am I gonna do?" She whispered. Dean didn't answer, he couldn't. She hugged him tighter, her stomach pressing against him. "What am I gonna do?"

"I'm sorry." Dean repeated. She continued to cry for several minutes, after which Dean lifted her in his arms and sat down on the bed, setting her legs over his lap, holding her like a child. Her face was buried in his neck, her sobs shaking both her and him. Tears slid silently down his face. He'd never been more sorry about anything in his life.

How long she cried Dean didn't know, he just held her. When she finally did stop crying Dean realized quickly she had cried herself to sleep. He stood again and laid her on the bed. He pulled the comforter up to her chest and pushed a tendril of hair out of her face.

He stood and sighed, quietly walking out the door and closing it behind him.

"Welcome to Vegas Dean." He said, looking out at the bright Vegas strip a few miles away.

"Dean." Sam's voice said behind him. Dean turned. "We gotta hunt." Dean nodded.

"Lay it on me Sammy."

"Well," Sam said once he and Dean had gone into his motel room. "It might be up our alley. I was actually going to ask you if you thought it was or not."

"Either way it's really creepy." Maggie said. Sam smiled lightly.

"There's been five murders in the past week."

"It's Vegas Sam." Dean retaliated.

"Strange ones. Anyway," He tossed Dean a file that was about an inch thick. "A little boy died out in the burbs a few weeks ago. His dad was a doctor, he was the one who killed the kid, said the boy was possessed. Also said the kid killed his mom and his neighbor." Dean's brows raised. "The one before that was a guy who got shot in the eye...with an arrow."

"An arrow?" Dean asked. Sam nodded.

"Yeah the guy was VP to a casino owner. When the owner died his son took over instead of him. Turned out the guy was a real psycho."

"So this guy was a power behind the throne. Liked to be the puppet master for the guy on charge." Sam nodded again.

"Next was a woman who was beaten to death with a door-stopper. The guy who did it said she was holding him hostage. Broke his legs. Anyway, next was a St. Bernard that attacked this woman. Just tore her to shreds out of nowhere. Next was a woman that died in a large house. No suspects, no witnesses. But it was local legend that the house was severely haunted. The last one was a guy that tried to chop off his ex-wife's head with a shovel and actually did to the guy she cheated on him with."

"Why does this sound familiar?" Dean asked. "Like really familiar."

"It's Stephen King." Lauren said, making all of them jump. They turned and looked up at her from their positions around the small table. "Pet Semetary, The Eyes of the Dragon, Misery, Cujo, Rose Red, and Secret Window." Dean slapped his forehead.

"I knew that!" He yelled, a triumphant smile on his face. Sam and Maggie rolled their eyes in unison. Lauren smiled slightly.

"Yeah sure ya did baby." She said.

"How did you know all that?" Sam asked. Lauren shrugged.

"I did a lot of reading when I was younger." She sat down next to the rest of them, looking at the pictures. "I think our best bet is to go to the house where Mr. Rainey died. See if there's anything there."

"Mr. who?" Maggie asked.

"Name of the guy in the movie." Lauren explained. "I think we should go tomorrow, it's way the hell out there and it's been a long night. I actually think we could go during the day. Nobody's around out there."

"Sam and I'll go tomorrow. You girls stay here. I don't want you out in the heat." Dean told her. Lauren sighed.

"I never get to have fun anymore." She said. Dean laughed. "We'll see you guys tomorrow." Lauren turned and walked out of Maggie and Sam's room. Dean followed shortly, shutting the door behind him.

"You think she took it well?" Maggie asked.

"I think that little show was for us."

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