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Chapter 2

Sams POV

We walk in silence for some miles. I don't know why she wanted to come with me. Discretely I look at her out of the corner of my eyes. She looks like she is deep in thought. No wonder after what happened. I am really surprised that this young girl with her short height and not more than 130 pounds wet could cost that much damage. I don't know if I should be impressed by her strength and actions or mortified by what she did.

She must have felt my eyes on her, because she asked. "What?" in a slightly annoyed tone.

Wow she is definitely something, but I don't want to tell her that I don't know what she is talking about. Who knows how she would react to such a lie, so I try to change the topic. "Why do you want to come with me?" and of course I am really curious about that as well.

Instead of answering she asks me a counter question. "Why did you let go of me back there?" Good question. Dean probably asked himself the same question, but I don't have an answer to that. Only that my gut told me that I can let go of her, because she wouldn't attack the guy again. Somehow I trusted her, there as something in her eyes. But of course in typical Winchester move I didn't want to tell her that. Yeah I am not Dean, but he isn't the only one in this family with trust issues. No, I am branded as well in that matter, so I try to put the ball back into her corner. "I asked first." More time to come up with a somehow possible explanation.

But of course as smart as she was, she turned the tables on me. "I wanted to ask you that question?"

I sighed, why wants she to know that. "Why?"

She stops and looks at me, so I stop too. "Because my own brother wouldn't have let go of me. He thinks I am insane. So I want to know why you did it?"

That's a good reason and even if I didn't like to wear my heart on my tongue, I wanted to tell why I let her go. "It was a gut feeling. I saw in your eyes that you wouldn't do anything."

"Oh … ok." she blushed and looked away. I like that color on her, but why is she embarrassed, because I could read her and she didn't want that or was it something else. She is a mystery and somehow I want to solve it. But I didn't pester her, because the best way to solve something is to learn as much as you can about it, so research time.

"Are you really still pissed at Dean, because of the tree?" I ask her and start walking again, slowly to give her time to catch up to me.

It took her a moment to follow me, but she did it and that was a good sign. She took her time by thinking about my question. That told me so much about her. She is impulsive as well as reserved at the same time. Maybe it has something to do with the situation she is at that time. She isn't like any other girl or better woman I ever get to know, how could she be, she is a hunter and from the damage on the other guy, she is ruthless one. "I guess the answer is yes." she answers after some time.

"Really, why?" I want to know, but I didn't look at her, to give her the chance to answer without showing me her emotions.

"It wasn't really the tree, but more the idea what it stood for."

"Yeah, Lucas told us, we ruined your last Christmas with your parents." I say, but before she could say anything I add a question. "Can I ask what happened to them?"

I hope she opens up to me, because only if she opens up I can see her for her and not what she wants to show the world. Because like Dean, hell even me, she didn't let others see herself for who she really is, outside of her family. Maybe she even didn't show her brother, who she really is.

It took her some time to answer. "They finally had a lead on the vampire that killed my baby sister Alex. They got there and killed every last one of the vampires in that nest. Even if Luke and I finally started hunting with them, they forbade us to come along. Which was bull shit, because I was the one who show the vamp kill Alex. But they saved our lives with it, because they were so happy after the kill that they didn't see the truck, which crashed into them. Irony they were hunters, but the reasons for their deaths was a simple car crash." A dry laugh escapes her lips.

"Wow." I say to her, because irony is a damn bitch. "How old were you?"

"We were 15 and without Bobby, Luke and I would have ended in foster care."

"How is that?"

"Bobby was named our guardian in their wills and because he was our godfather, so the judge didn't have a problem with it."

"What?" I am perplex I never would have thought that. That means that the Hennigan family knew Bobby for a very long time.

"Yeah, Mum was his little sister and he thought them and us everything he knew about the supernatural."

"Ok." what other can you say to that. You never stop to learn new things about another person.

She tries to sniff discretely and wipe away her tears, but I see it, but I didn't call her on it." But enough about me, what happened to the Winchesters after that year?" she asks me.

So I am not the only one, who wants to learn more about the other person. I am not sure if that's a good or a bad thing. Only time will tell.

"I went to Stanford." I say without thinking.

"But why are you back in the game? Was the college life to much for you?" she tries to joke.

My heart aches a bit. Jess is still on my mind, but the pain had lesson in the last two years. The quilt on the other hand is still as strong as on the first day and thinking of Stanford always brings it up again. I don't know if should answer her question or not. But she opened up to me, shouldn't I do the same. Finally I sigh and say. "The demon, which killed my Mom, also killed my girlfriend, so I started hunting with Dean again."

"Sorry I didn't want to open old wounds."

"Don't it's okay." I try to hide the pain or better the quilt.

"I get that you wanted revenge, but you were out of this damn gig and you jumped right back in." she says.

"I guess, but I learned an important lesson." I say hard.

"Which is?" she wants to know.

"That I can't run from this live it will always catch up with me." I answer her.

"It looks like it." she answers. I look at her and in her face I see that she is somehow disappointed about it. I guess she likes this life as much as I do, but it's my life and I learned to accept it and try to make the best of it. Hunting is life and life is hunting it as a circle with no escape, once in it, there is no way out. But you can always dream. "If you could get out, what would you do?" I ask her point blank, why beating around the bush, when I know she hates hunting.

"I probably would be in Yale and work on my degree in American Literature." she answers with a faraway look on her face.

"You got into Yale?" I ask her.

"Yeah." she simply answers. That is an accomplishment and not an easy one. But why let she something like that pass. I know it wouldn't make a difference and we would have ended here no matter what. But that doesn't speak against trying, because wonders, if you believe in something like that happen all the time. I for my part tried Stanford and wouldn't change the good times there for anything.

"Wow, but why didn't you go?" I ask her curious.

"I only applied to see if I could get in, but I knew I could never go there."

"Why?"

She started to walk away and I followed her. It looks like she wants to bring some space between her and her dreams. "There were some reasons." she answers after a while.

"Like what?" Yeah I probably shouldn't pry, but my gut is telling me to go for it. I want to get to know her and not because she is a smart, beautiful woman with a crazy streak. No, I want it because it doesn't happen offend that I met someone I don't have to lie too. She knows of hunting and is part of it. Lying can get exhausting after some time and normally it is not worth the effort to get to know the girls, because we always leave. But this here is different.

"First I couldn't afford it; the stipendium I got only covered half of the tuition. But more important I couldn't leave Lucas like that, he would have got himself killed in no time."

I swallow my guilt, because I left my family high and dry for college. I had to do it. But at the moment it is about her. The tension between us is dick and heavy, I have to lighten it up somehow. "Really I thought it would be the other way around." I say with a smile.

"Hey … I may be reckless some times."

"Sometimes?" I tease her.

She laughs at me. I like her laugh it fits her and somehow warmed my heart. "Yeah, but at least I am reckless after I did my research. Lucas only does the minium and that always leads him to false conclusions."

"Sounds familiar?" I say.

"Dean?" she asks.

"Yeah, he does everything to get out of research time."

"I bet, but he still does it completely if he must." she asks.

"Yeah with murmuring and many cursing, but he does it. So that he gets to the right conclusion."

"Lucas doesn't. Wouldn't I do the research; we would dig up the wrong grave more often than the right one."

"Really?" I ask her.

"Yeah, so I decided against college." she said.

"Why American Literature?" I ask her curious. I bet the people ask her that as much they ask me, why I choose law.

"I love to read and write." she says.

"You write?" I ask her stunned.

"Yeah?"

"What?"

"Mostly short stories." she answer short.

"About what?" I am really interested in that. Maybe I could read them sometime. She blushed because of my question. Oh this must be good. I get more curious by the minute. But she didn't answer. Instead she walks like I didn't have asked at all. But I am a Winchester and one thing we share as a family is stubbornness, so I try again. "Come on it can be that bad."

"Not it isn't but …"

"But …"

"I never told anyone about my writing at least Lucas. He would get a heart attack should read what I write."

"Come on don't let me hanging in her. I promise I don't judge." I try to reassure her. I know how hard it is to open up to someone. It took almost one year to open up to Jess for me, but ten I still was holding things back. But we have the same backstory, somehow, which makes it a judgement free zone.

"Really?" she asks hopefully.

"Yeah."

"Mmmm okay … So I write love stories." I wait if she gives something more away, but she is silent. But that can't be all, where is the embarrassment part in that. So I pry. "And?"

Now her blush gets more intensive. She looks so cute like that. "And the supernatural." she says after some moments of silence. I let her words sink in and try to figure out what she means by love stories and supernatural. It took me only moments to get what she is trying to tell me and then I start laughing.

"Hey." she yells as she abruptly stops. "You promised not to judge."

I calm myself down before I say. "I said I wouldn't judge. I never said I wouldn't laugh."

"Isn't your laughing a judgement in itself." she says as she crosses her arms in front of her chest. She tries to be intimidating, but at the moment it made her look cuter than before and it increased my laughing. Of course she didn't like that. It took me a moment before I started arguing. "No, that's not judgement that's irony."

"What?" she asks me shocked.

"Think about it, you are a hunter, who kills supernatural beings, but as a writer you write love stories with those beings. That's pure irony." I state matter-of-factly.

"Okay, I have to give you that." she says with a smile.

But I can't resist teasing her. "I bet your vampires sparkle in the sun."

"Hey." she says offended, but I can see that she is trying to hide a smile. "I maybe write romantically about vamps, but I don't make them into something they are not. They don't sparkle, because that is so wrong. … But it can be that they are allergic against garlic."

I bust out laughing, but she is laughing with me. It is nice, the whole scene, me and here laughing like that, feeling like a normal person, who doesn't know anything about the supernatural. I like her, really like her, but that's new for me, because it doesn't happen often that I meet someone with who I feel such at ease. I like spending time with her and I hope that we stay in contact after we will leave tomorrow to our next cases.

After we calmed down, I look at her, she looks so full of joy and out of impulse I cross her personal space, took her face into my hands and kiss her. Instead of being shoved away like I would have guessed, she eagerly kisses me back. With my tongue I feel her lips and hope she lets me in. Only seconds later, she lets me in to explore her warmth mouth. The kiss was slow, passionate and we are breathless after we break apart.

I connect my forehead with hers as I say. "Sorry I couldn't resist." Lame I know.

"Don't apologize. I liked it." she answers me.

"Then I have to do it again." with that I kiss her again and like the first time it was intense. It got heated fast as I let my hand slide to her waist to bring her near my chest. Cassies hand was in my hair and I like that. Normally I hate it if someone would touch it or god forbid ruffle it, like Dean sometimes tries. But with her I like it. She has an instant effect on me and my pants got tighter. So I stop the kiss. Not that I didn't want to explore her delicate body more, believe me I would. But I am not Dean, he is the one-night-stand-guy and I don't want it to be only one night with her. No I want to learn more about her, before I let it go further. After I catch my breath I say. "Not, that it isn't amazing, but I think we should talk more."

In her eyes I can see that she is disappointed and a little hurt, like I didn't want her. She tries to get out of my arms, but I don't let her. I like her where she is and it hopefully will reassure her that I like her. "I don't mean it like that. Believe me I want to, but I want to get to know you first." I say sincerely to her.

She looks into my eyes like she is searching for a lie. But of course she couldn't find one and so she visibly relaxes in my arms and leans her head at my shoulders. "What do you want to know?" she asks after some moments.

"I don't know. I already know that you like to write twiglight stories, what else is there to know." I say with a grin on my face.

"Very funny, because I am more than that."

"I bet. So tell me something nobody else knows, besides the writing stuff." I ask her. With her in my arms I walk us to a park bench and we take a seat.

"Only if you do the same!"

"You got yourself a deal."

She blushes a little before she said. "I liked you since the first time I saw you."

"You mean all those years ago?"

"Yeah, what can I say I like smart men." she tells me.

I smile as I ask her. "Was that the reason you let me tutor you even if you didn't needed it." The four of us were for four weeks at Bobbys at the same time and we studied together. But I always knew that she was smart enough and that she really didn't need my help. But I helped her anyway. It was nice to have a nice girl give you all her attention, who was I to stop it. Which 12 year old boy wouldn't like that from a younger girl or any girl for that matter?

"You knew about that." she asks as her blush gets deeper.

"It was obvious at least for me. Smart remember!" I say with a teasing smile.

"Does that mean you liked me to?"

"Maybe?" I say mysteriously

"Not fair. I told you a secret so you have to tell me one."

"Yeah, I liked you too. But I prefer now and this more." I say and give her a kiss to which she responded at once. I could get used to this. Her kisses are like a drug, only after three kisses I want more and never to stop.

"I am with you on this one". she said with a smile after we break the kiss.

"Good."

"You know I hate hunting." she tells me.

"I figured as much." I say.

"Yeah, but we wouldn't be here if it weren't for hunting." she says with a smile.

"So true! I am also not the biggest fan of hunting, but …"

"You accepted it as part of your life." she interrupts.

"What do you hate?" I ask her curious.

"I hate the most about it that I lost almost everything to it, my past, my present and my future." says. How philosophical, she must have thought a great deal about it. But I am not quite sure, how she means it.

"What do you mean by that?"

"It took my family, my sister and parents in the past. It slowly takes Lucas away from me and with it my present. Even if I don't know why, but I feel something will happen to him or better to us. And it took my husband and children from me, I always dreamed of. All in all hunting screwed my life and I can't do anything against it.

"Wow that's deep."

"Don't make fun of me."

"Sorry, that's not what I meant. I never saw it that way, but it makes total sense. But I still hope that I would have a family someday somehow." I say truthfully, as a Winchester family means everything to us and to me. They are the only people in my life I always can count on . For me that includes Bobby, because Family don't end with blood. But I always wanted children, because they represent a normal life for me.

"I don't know if I want to bring children into this mess. Hunting isn't a place for children." she answers to that.

"Amen." I say.

The door in my room closes and I wake from my dream. Which was more a memory that a dream. I look at the clock and see that it still is early. So why would Dean come looking into my room. My gut tells me that something is up, so without overthinking it I put my clothes on and leave my room. My first stop is the kitchen, because where else would Dean go at this god forsaken hour. Maybe he can't sleep after killing Death, an achievement of the extra class. Not that I thought that it would be possible, but why I am still surprised after all this years. I should know that we make the impossible happen, look at how often we come back from the death. But I wouldn't be able to sleep as well.

As I enter the kitchen I see that she is empty. Where else could he be? I ask myself. As answer I hear the engine of Baby start. Where the hell is he going now and without me for back up? Normally an indicator that he does something that I shouldn't know of. But I am prepared for something like this since I cured him of being a demon, because of the damn Mark. I activated the GPS signal of his phone and since then he hasn't noticed that it is active. So I turn around and run to my room to get my phone so that I can follow him without him knowing.

I crap my to go bag, because who knows what Dean is planning now and be on my way to the garage. I choose one of the cars and start to follow my wayward brother. As I drive away my brain and my gut are telling that it me it wasn't a coincidence that I thought about Cassie and my time with her. But after not hearing from her in years, which of course was my own fault, because I told her to stay away from me, one of my biggest mistakes. I am still sure that we could have made it work somehow. But I ban these thoughts into the back of my mind. As a distraction I turn the radio on and follow Deans GPS signal. I hope he isn't in trouble.


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