Chapter 4
The door to the motel room opened, Sam and Dean walked inside the room. Dean stepped inside first, pulling off his jacket and threw it on his bed before facing his brother.
Sam gave him a questioning look. "What?"
"Does she really think just because she let us go and gave up her badge that we'll greet her with open arms? She's got it all wrong if she thinks that."
Sam sighed as he sat down on a chair after pulling his own jacket off, "Look man, she's really sorry. You saw how it's eating her up. She blames herself for what happened. She--"
"Good."
"What?"
"I'm glad she blames herself. It is her fault we're in this mess, Sam, and you know it."
"You heard her story, Dean, and you heard her say she didn't want to do. It was because of that-"
He gave Sam an 'are you kidding me?' expression before interrupting him again, "And you believe her? You said it yourself, 'it is her story', and she could be twisting it all around to win back our friendship. It could be all a trick to get us back where we started."
"I don't think she's doing that. How could you think that anyway? You know her. You know she wouldn't purposely try to hurt us."
Dean let a forced, short laugh escape his lips as he sat down on the edge of his bed. "I don't know her like I thought I did. She kept the fact she was a cop from us for three months, Sam."
Sam nodded, "I know that. Do you really think she wanted to do it? She had to keep it from us. She had to stay under cover because they told her to. It was beyond her control."
"I don't care what they told her to do. She could have just stopped following orders and just told us anyway! I just wish she had been honest with us from the beginning."
"I wish that to, but we can't do anything about that now. Dean, all we can do now is to put it behind us, and you forgive her. That would help to start to make things better for all of us. She really wants you to forgive her."
Dean sighed. He stood up and grabbed his jacket off the bed in the progress. "I'll be back later."
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Summer heard someone knock on her motel room door, she opened it and stared at the person in surprise. "Dean? What're you doing here?"
"Can we talk?"
"Uh, sure," she stepped aside.
He walked into the room and then turned to face her. "We have a lot to discuss, and I figured it would be better to do it in person instead of on the phone."
"Discuss what?"
"I think you know."
She gave a small nod. "Yeah…" she made her way to one of the seats by the window and sat down. "How did you find me here?"
"I drove around aimlessly and I saw your car," he explained also taking a seat by the window. "You could have helped us, or even warned us, ya know."
"I wish I had, I really do. It was a mistake by not giving you a heads up."
"By not telling us, you got us in a huge mess. The damned police are looking for us more than before. Their—"
"Their looking for me now, too…" she told him making eye contact. "Ever since I let you out, and gave up my badge, they have been searching for me. Luckily I know how cover my tracks so—"
"Apparently not good enough, otherwise that cop wouldn't have been able to find out where you are at all."
"Mike… he probably has been following me from day one. He probably figured I would try to hide, so he decided to follow me."
"On first name basics I see. Let me guess, you two were an item?"
Summer sighed. "For a while…"
Dean leaned back in his seat. "Of course, I should' a known."
"Let's focus on the more important things, and not who I dated or if I go by first name basics."
He shrugged. "Fine, whatever you say," he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. "Why did you take the job? What would you get out of it?"
"I don't know why I took the job, Dean," she replied truthfully. "I thought… I guess it seemed like a good case at the time, so I figured what the hell."
"Ok fine, so you thought what the hell, but you still haven't answered the other question I asked. What would you get out of it?"
"Well, nothing really," she told him. "It was just one of those cases that you do, but don't get anything in return. I suppose if I went through with it, I could have gotten more cases, and that would have helped me to get out there and not sitting at my desk doing paper work all the time."
"Didn't you once think about what we would have wanted?"
"No because honestly, when I read about the case, and found out you were still alive, I just wanted to—"
"Get a murderer off the streets, is that it?" he asked, a tone shone through his voice. "What changed your mind? What kept you from continuing?"
"Once I got to know you both, I saw that you weren't trying to hurt people, but to help them. Dean, I saw what you were like. I was beginning to realize you were no killer, and I didn't want to put an innocent man behind bars for a crime he didn't do," she said staring him right in the eye. "I saw a man who would risk his own life to save another. I couldn't continue because I felt it was wrong, and I… I started to fall in love."
"Looks like even love couldn't get you to tell us what was ahead."
She sighed pushing a strand of brown hair out of her face. "Haven't we already been through this…I tried to tell you, I wanted to tell you for a long time, Dean, and you know that already…"
"Fine, we won't go there again. I guess we can let go of the past and move on to the future."
"That'd be nice," she said while she stood up and stood in front of the window, staring out into the night, watching as some rain fell in the dim light that hung down from the roof. "So, are you and Sam going to leave for another gig soon?" she asked facing him.
Dean shrugged. "I have no clue. If geek boy can find something, then yeah, we'll be leaving. What about you, are you goin' to leave?"
She nodded. "Probably sometime tomorrow, after I talk to Ellen first."
"Talk to her 'bout what?" he asked showing some interest.
"Girl stuff," she told him as she faced him. "Nothing you will wanna hear."
"Yeah, probably not," he nodded.
"Well, I suppose I should maybe tell you this," she started locking eyes with him. "You probably won't see me around for a while, that is if you ever do want to see my face again."
"'Course I would," he said standing up and stood right in front of her as he stared her in the eyes. "I've missed seeing your face," he admitted.
"Chick-flick moment," she smirked.
He smirked back. "It'll be our little secret."
Summer's smirk faded when he said that, and her eyes drifted from his face to the floor.
"What?" Dean asked lifting her head up with his finger. "What's wrong?"
She shook her head. "It's nothing," she told him. "What you said reminded me of that night at Missouri's… that last thing you said as… as a couple."
Dean's smirk grew a little bigger at that thought. "And that night was great…"
She shook her head, slapping his arm playfully. "And you would say."
"I'm only sayin' it because it's true."
She laughed a little. "Yeah," she then sighed. "I..." she started to say something when she stopped, deciding against it.
"What?"
"I think I'm gonna get to bed now, I'm kinda beat," she said as she stepped past him and headed to the door to open it for him.
Dean raised an eyebrow as he turned to face her. "That's not what you wanted to say. Summer, what were you goin' to say?"
"Nothing, just what I said."
"You have always been bad with lying to me. Tell me the truth."
She sighed. "It's nothing. I really am tired, so can you—"
"Summer," he said in a tone that told her he wasn't in the mood for crap, and that he wasn't going to leave.
"Dean, it's…" she stopped when she saw the look in his eye. The look he would get when he would start to become annoyed and frustrated. "You really want to know?"
"Yes."
"Ok…"
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Sam looked up from his laptop when the door opened and Dean walked in. "Uh… do I dare ask?"
Dean gave him a look before walking to a chair and tossed his jacket on it.
"I'll take that as no."
Sam watched Dean pace the room for a moment. He had never seen him pace before, and that made him wonder what happened while he was gone. "Dean?"
Dean stopped and made contact with Sam, and for the first time, Sam could see something clearly wasn't right. Something happened and he wanted answers.
"What happened? Where did you go?"
"Don't wanna talk about it."
Something definitely happened and it made Sam even more curious. "Come on man, talk to me. What happened?"
"What did I just say?"
Sam could hear the annoyance already in his voice, but he ignored it. "Talk to me. What happened? Where did you go? Something clearly has made you seem… not yourself."
Dean stood there just staring at him, not saying anything. He sighed. "Sam, Summer is pregnant…"
