Just a Little Girl

Got a streak going here, another Trading Yesterday song. I swear these songs are going to end up morphing into the basis of this story.

Review Response:

AuntMo – lol yes that is the real question. She might be acting good right now, or she might genuinely be good, who knows.

Armywife4life – I'll reveal more of the past in this chapter. Whether that involves what happened with Holly is debatable.

Mrs Max McDowell – YAY MORE COOKIES! Me and my muse would like brownies next if you don't mind lol. She wants to try and make a brownie fort next to the cookie one.

Dean's Sassy Seductress – The wait is over my dear reviewer lol. Next chapter is here.

DeanWinchesterLuvr91 – I've become just absolutely hooked on that song, it's my latest musical obsession. I love the soft songs from Trading Yesterday.

Klandgraf2007 – Glad you like the story. Here is the next chapter.

Three and a Half Years Ago

"Eat it." Dean demanded.

"No." Holly argued.

"Come on, eat it!" Dean's demand got harder.

"Screw you, I said no!" Holly shot back.

"Just eat it Holls." Sam put in, sighing. Holly stared at him as if he were betraying her. "Come on, you know he won't stop. Either you eat it on your own or he forces it into your mouth while you're talking."

"He wouldn't." Holly stated, turning her green eyes on Dean.

"Oh trust me sweetheart...I would." Dean countered with a smirk as he drank down some of his beer. Holly sighed as she looked down at the food on her plate. "Hurry up before dad gets back."

"Shut up!" Holly grumbled. She wished she could wait until John got back because then he'd tell the boys to leave her alone. They had gone to a buffet for dinner and somehow when she and Dean had gone up for food, he had put some questionable looking sushi on her plate. He wouldn't touch it himself but he was trying to get her to eat it.

"Come on Holly, it's one little bity fish." Dean teased. "And it's not like you're allergic to seafood."

"I might be." Holly tried to argue.

"No you're not." Dean countered.

"How do you know?" Holly asked.

"Because...if you were...that would have been your first argument against eating it." Dean replied smugly. Holly huffed and crossed her arms. "Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, come on chicken." The girl narrowed her eyes and that just made Dean smile more as he started making chicken noises, something he was surprisingly good at.

"Stop!" Holly snapped.

"Then eat it." Dean argued, nudging the sushi with a chop stick. Holly slapped his hand and Dean yelped, glaring at her.

"Will you two knock it off." John demanded, finally returning to the table with food on a new plate. "You're like children."

"We are not." Dean and Holly both grumbled then glared at each other.

"Sure you're not." John sighed and rolled his eyes. Dean was about to start taunting Holly into eating the sushi again when John suddenly reached over and took it.

"Dad!" Dean complained.

"She doesn't eat fish." John countered. Holly smiled smugly while Sam just shook his head with a slight grin.

"Isn't it fun being home for the long weekend?" The younger brother mocked.

"Shut up bitch." Dean grumbled.

"Whatever jerk." Sam countered, standing up and going off to get another plate of food. Dean watched Holly carefully this time as he ate the remainder of his food. When he had come home this time and given her a hug, she had winced. While no one had said anything, Dean had come to the conclusion that she had been back home again. In the last five months since initially meeting Holly, he had seen her every other weekend (deciding to go home more often). Aside from that first week, he had only ever seen her look to be in some sort of pain one other time and that time Sam had said that Holly had just been home.

But they respected the girl's wishes too much. She told them not to get involved and as much as it hurt to do just that, they had each realized that getting involved without her permission would just drive her away from them.

Dean used the thought process that Holly was Sam's friend and he didn't want his brother to lose someone as his reasoning for finding that sort of scenario to be a bad thing.

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Present

Holly was nearing sleep, Dean could tell. He watched her, sitting on a chair in the hospital, her hand gripping Sam's with her head on the bed, eyes slowly closing. He didn't think she slept much, if at all, the previous night since her freak out. He tried to get her to talk to him but she had stayed quiet, only responding with a nod when he asked if she wanted to eat at dinner time. The first she spoke since the incident was asking if they could visit Sam a few hours ago. Dean had made the call and an hour after the question had been asked, they were sitting in the room, the comatose Winchester separating them.

It had been nearly two hours that they had been in that room, not a word being said since the doctor had filled them in on how Sam was doing. Dean was slowly going crazy with the silence that was only broken by the noises of the hospital equipment.

"I'm gonna get a coffee, you want anything?" He asked finally, standing up. He got no reply so he leaned on the bed carefully and looked to see Holly fast asleep, breathing gently. Dean shook his head and smiled slightly as he slipped out of the room.

"Paying a visit?" Zachariah asked, falling into step with the younger man.

"Yeah." Dean replied. "You on guard duty or something?"

"Pretty much." Zachariah grumbled.. "You know, once upon a time, we weren't supposed to get involved with the gangs killing each other."

"We don't know if this is gang related." Dean shot back. "Even if it was, they're still innocent people, so quit bitching and do your job, Michaels." Zachariah fell back and watched as Dean rounded a corner. Narrowing his eyes, the older man returned back to his post. He paced around the corridor, behaving like a trapped animal. There were noises in the room that made him pause and reach for the door handle. He stood there for several long seconds, just listening to the noises in the room. It wasn't until there was a thud and Zachariah could see Dean coming around the corner did he pull open the door and go into the room.

Holly was on the floor, staring at the open window. Sam's hand, the one she had been holding, was hanging off the bed and the blanket was pulled off, laying mostly over top of the girl.

"What happened?" Zachariah asked.

"Someone was in here." Holly growled, yanking the blanket off and standing up. Zachariah raised an eyebrow. "You think I'm lying don't you? That fucking window wasn't open when I fell asleep."

"But you were asleep for a while." Zachariah pointed out. "Maybe you dreamed it."

"There was someone here!" Holly snapped.

"What's going on?" Dean asked, walking in.

"Someone was in here!" Holly repeated, getting angrier. Dean raised an eyebrow then frowned. "The guards are crappy."

"Watch your mouth." Zachariah ordered.

"Bite me!" Holly snapped back.

"Okay okay, shut it, both of you." Dean cut off the inevitable fight. "Zach just...get back to what you were doing." The older man rolled his eyes at being bossed around but left the room anyways. Holly huffed and reset the blanket on Sam before sitting back on her chair. Dean walked over and held out a bag. "I got you a muffin...still like chocolate chip?"

"Yeah." Holly muttered, sighing and taking the bag. "Thanks."

"You really think someone was in here?" Dean asked.

"Yes." Holly replied seriously. Dean looked at her carefully then nodded, believing her.

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"How was the hospital?" Castiel asked when they returned to the apartment.

"Same as a hospital usually is." Dean replied, watching Holly drop onto the couch and pick up a magazine. "Sam's still out cold and doesn't look like he'll be waking up any time soon." Castiel nodded sympathetically. Dean went to the fridge and dug through it's contents for a beer. "You know the next time you go see your fuck buddy, remember to shower so you don't smell like her."

"What?" Castiel asked, caught off guard.

"Dude, it's fine, I've known for a while." Dean reassured his friend. "Just telling ya. If you didn't want people to know, don't leave evidence. Should know that by now considering how long you've been doing this job." Castiel stared at the younger who was just grinning, satisfied with the fact that he was able to catch his partner off guard.

Later on in the night, Dean laid on his bed, staring up at the ceiling and just thinking about the day. Hell, he was thinking about the whole week so far. Holly...a woman he hadn't seen in a year and before that it was only every so often, was now a constant in his life. He thought back on all the times he had seen her, the things they had said, things they had done. He thought about the messes and the chaos that came around as he spent more and more time with her back then. It was all enough to drive a man crazy and, lord help him, he had been close on more than one occasion. He had let her in completely at one point and it turned into one big disaster after another. He didn't know what to expect anymore, and that seemed to worry and maybe even scare him the most. All the uncertainty would drive anyone to mad acts.

"You awake?" Dean jumped as the object of his mental anguish slipped into his room. In the darkness, he could still tell that she was only dressed in her underwear. He sat up and that seemed answer enough for her as she crossed the room in three long strides, sat herself on the bed, twisted to face him, then grabbed his head before pulling him into a rough kiss.

His eyes widened in surprise but only momentarily before his hands lifted to grab her head as well. His fingers buried into her hair, twisting and tugging the pale blonde locks as his mouth moved against hers. She leaned closer to him and next thing he knew, Dean found himself lying back down with Holly hovering over him, hands still on his head, mouths fused together, thighs resting either side of his hips. His boxers, her panties, and the blanket separated their lower regions from real contact. Nonetheless, Holly still rotated her hips, rubbing against him through the layers of fabric. Her tongue twisted and curled in his mouth as her fingers clenched and unclenched around his head, massaging his scalp. His hands fell to her hips and squeezed lightly in time with her rotations. Her moan of approval vibrated from her through both of them.

"God...damn it." Dean mumbled against Holly's lips. His hands dropped to the bed as he pushed himself back up to sitting, forcing her to move back. Her hands fell to his shoulders as her forehead leaned against his and for several long moments they remained like that, eyes closed and breathing heavily. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Pin it down to frustration." Holly breathed out, her lips brushing his softly as she spoke. Her hands drifted off his shoulders and down his chest. "You think you don't want it? I know you do." One of her hands grabbed his and lifted it up off the bed. Dean couldn't manage to hold back the groan as she put his hand on her breast. "Bet it feels good. Makes you all hot to know that no one's ever made me feel the way you have."

"Holly..." Dean ground out, eyes shut tightly as his teeth clenched.

"Come on Dean." Holly cooed, making his hand squeeze her flesh through her bra. "You want it, don't kid yourself...just give in and let it happen." Dean froze at the deadpan sound of her voice. Frowning slightly he flipped them over, tossing Holly onto the bed and moving over top of her. From there he reached over to the night stand and turned on the lamp before he looked down at the girl beneath him. Her make up free eyes were red rimmed and her lip, caught between her teeth, had started to bleed again.

"Holly...what is going on with you?" Dean asked quietly. "Haven't seen you this messed up since your folks..." He never finished his sentence as Holly's fist suddenly shot out and connected with the side of his head, knocking him off her. By the time he had blinked a few times to shake off the fuzziness in his vision, it was just in time to catch Holly disappear out his door.

He could have followed her. He could have demanded she talk to him. Hell, he could have even dragged her back to his room, handcuffed her to the bed, and forced her to stay there until she cooperated. He could have done a lot of things. He was sure she even wanted him to do something. But what he did instead was sit in bed, staring at the door, listening to her move around. He could pinpoint the exact moment she laid on the sofa bed. He knew exactly when she finally fell asleep.

And Dean knew the moment the nightmares started that the troubles were truly only just beginning.

So little bit of sexiness there. Who's wondering about how Holly and Sam got into a gang anyways? Well that'll show up within one of the next couple of flashbacks. Shit is going to hit the fan very soon and Holly or Dean is going to end up making a very very bad choice, but which one will do it? Review and you shall find out!