Chapter 4- Emily

(From First to Last)

Zoey didn't mind that the boys had gotten drunk, but there was no way she would allow them to think that what they did was acceptable. So in order to teach them a lesson she snapped a few pictures of their barely conscious bodies and texted all their hunter buddies. She got some immediate and hilarious responses. Zoey was pleased with herself, and couldn't wait until the boys found out, but she had a new task to complete. She was going to try and single handedly take the boys to their rooms. She walked over to Dean first, figuring that he would be the easier of the two to start with. Looking him up and down she tried to gauge his weight and prepare herself for this long haul. Picking up his feet she started to pull. Grunting and groaning. Huffing and puffing as she dragged him along. Zoey started to talk out loud to herself, knowing he couldn't hear her anyways. "Oh geez man lay off the cheeseburgers. When you wake up you're gonna go for a run with Sam. Just big and solid for no damn reason at all. All that red meat in your system. I'm surprised you're not one of those people eating monsters you hunt. You know I'm not supposed to be doing any heavy lifting, but nooo I'm here doing the nice thing. I'm here doing the right thing. You assholes owe me big time. I should uh just left you there in the library to freeze to death on the tile floor, but nope…I'm better than that. I'm like the best girlfriend ever." Zoey continued to complain loudly to herself as she dragged Dean to his room. She didn't attempt to put him on his bed yet, because she was sweaty and exhausted.

Now it was Sam's turn and Zoey had some choice words for him as well. She dragged him along the same path she took Dean and started to monologue again. "And your big Shaquille O'Neal ass. Tall for the pure joy of being tall. I swear you're not biologically related to Dean in any way. Here I am growing your child, and what do you do to repay me. You get wasted with your brother. Typical male, giving in to peer pressure. Hmm well I guess it's not peer pressure. Knowing you two it probably came about as a pissing contest. I can see Dean betting you that you couldn't do as many shots as him. What do you do…you accept. Is that how it was?" Zoey finished hauling Sam to his room. She contemplated trying to put the boys on their beds, but decided against it. She did however leave them each with a glass of water and two aspirin.

Zoey spent the rest of her morning and early afternoon scrubbing the bunker from top to bottom. She couldn't believe how much vomit she found, and all the broken shit was a bitch to clean up as well. She sweated like a dog putting everything back in order, before crashing in a cozy arm chair.

Sam rolled over on his back and starred up at the ceiling. Giving his head a quick shake and checking his wrist watch, it read 1:30. He sat up and arched his back, allowing himself a good stretch. He got to his feet, and immediately fell back against his bed. His head was spinning, as he rubbed his hand down the front of his face. Sam looked around and spotted the pills and water on his night stand. He took the pills and was just getting ready to dress himself when Dean came rushing in. "SAMMY!" "Crap Dean what is it and do you have to be so loud. My head is pounding over here." Dean stood in Sam's room phone in hand. "Have you checked your phone yet?" "No, why?" he replied. Dean found Sam's phone on his dresser and started pushing buttons and scrolling through the screen. "YEP! It's on yours too. I don't believe this!" "Believe what Dean?!" Sam asked in a more curious tone. Dean tossed Sam his phone from across the room. Right on the screen plain as day was a side by side picture of a pant less Sam and Dean lying on the floor. Sam looked up from his phone and tried to form a sentence. "Wha…I mean. Who…who…" It hit him like a ton of bricks. "Zoey…it had to be Zoey." Dean pointed a finger at his brother, "You're damn right it was Zoey. She sent it to everyone. Imma find her." Dean stormed out of the room with a wobbly Sam right behind. "Dean, how are you standing right now? I feel like I just got off a Tilt-A-Whirl." "Come on Sam. This isn't my first rodeo. You on the other hand…well I'm just surprised you aren't dead from alcohol poisoning." Dean chuckled to himself, as he felt that he was once again the superior brother. Dean was no stranger to pain and he knew how to drown his sorrows. As the boys searched for Zoey they couldn't help but notice how oddly clean the bunker had become. They knew they made a mess, but any traces of their drunken mishaps were nowhere to be found. Continuing their search, Sam and Dean almost missed Zoey entirely, as she was away in a room they don't normally go in. "HEY kid!" Dean exclaimed as he walked up on a still sleeping Zoey. "Dean will you not? She still asleep." Sam said as he tried to stop him from waking her. Zoey rolled her neck and slowly sat up in the arm chair. "I'm not asleep anymore. Nice to see Drunk 1 and Drunk 2 have risen from the dead." "Alright look here I've got one thing to say to you….thanks kid." Dean smiled and nudged Zoey on the shoulder. Sam rolled his eyes at his brother, as this was not the reaction he was expecting.

"I'm starving I'm gonna go make me some grub. You comin Sammy?" Sam nodded at his brother, "Yea, I'll catch up." Sam waited for Dean to leave and then knelt down beside Zoey. There was a moment between the two of them, and then Sam kissed her in the perfect way that only he can. His hands were on her face, as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Sam's kisses were soft and gentle, but with just the right amount of passion. Their kiss soon diminished and they held one another. "Zo, I've missed you so much. I was so scared…I promise to never let that happen to you again." "I know you won't Sam." Zoey and Sam stopped hugging. They pushed their foreheads together as Sam gave her and Eskimo kiss. Breathing deep, he whispered the three little words that he hadn't spoken to any woman in a long time. "I love you." A single tear streamed down Zoey's cheek. "I love you too Sammy, with all my heart." Again they kissed.

Sam stood up from where he was and grabbed a nearby chair to sit across from Zoey. He leaned over himself and put one hand on Zoey's food baby. She smiled at him and she placed her hand atop his. Sam took a long deep breath and exhaled. Leaning back in his chair he started, "I know you may not want to talk about what I'm going to ask, but I think it would be best. What happened to you while you were with Crowley?" Zoey shifted uneasily in her chair. "You're right; I don't want to talk about this right now. In fact I just don't want to talk about it ever. All I want to do is forget. We're safe here in the bunker and I don't want to relive what took place." "Zoey I'm gonna level with you. Castiel told us that if you don't talk about it, it could be detrimental to you. It's not good to keep all that shoved down inside." Zoey rolled her eyes at Sam's last comment. "Oh you're one to talk. Anybody with eyes could see you and Dean are the poster children for secrets and bottled up emotions. Gimmie a break alright?" Sam could sense the irritation in her voice as she was talking, so he decided to leave it alone for.

Now that everyone was reunited the weeks seemed to fly by. The boys spent the majority of their time walking around the bunker, and getting lost. They hadn't had this much free time in a while, and trying to "lay low" proved to be interesting for all three of them. Sam was right at home in the library as he dug deep into the history of the Men of Letters. Zoey often times was on the internet looking at baby things that she could never afford, and Dean…..he was slowly becoming bored out of his mind. He started out firing off rounds at the gun range, and then spent some time making new and different kinds of bullets. When that got old he was elbow deep under the hood of his baby. Tuning her up and making sure those grimy angels hadn't messed anything up. That didn't last long either. Dean had to get out, and he took the absence of Castiel as a sign that everything was back to normal. So one evening he ventured out. "I can't sit here and stew in my juices anymore. I'm gonna go shoot some pool, drink some beers, hell maybe I'll even get lucky." Sam and Zoey sat in the bunker as they watched Dean heading for the stairs. "Dean really….maybe we should wait for the all clear from Cas." "Look Sam, we've been sitting around here twiddling our thumbs. I'm going out. If things get hairy I give you a call." "Dean come on." Sam called, but it was too late. All that lingered was the slam of the bunker door. Zoey couldn't help, but laugh. "What's so funny?" "You and your brother are a trip. You have the most unconventional sibling relationship I've ever seen." Sam crossed his arms. "Shut up."

Zoey pushed her seat back away from the table and sighed. "I'm bored. Got any ideas?" Sam gave Zoey his best come-hither look, and raised an eyebrow. She countered his come-hither with a duck face. "Hell no, that ain't happening right now." "Aww…" Sam frowned with disappointment on his face. Zoey looked at Sam, and her face lit up as she cracked a smile. She jumped up from her seat, and left the room. She returned shortly with her laptop. Scrolling through her iTunes playlist, she put on one of her favorite songs. "I like to be with me When I'm with you" by Drew Holcomb & the Neighbors. "Dance?" Zoey asked as she batted her eyes. Sam laughed, and he smiled back at her. "OK dance, but don't tell Dean." Zoey wrapped one arm around Sam's waist and took her left hand in his. Sam matched her positioning as she rested her head on his chest. She replied to his request. "Deal."

The two of them danced around to the song on repeat for what seemed like hours. Sam couldn't believe that this was his life. He loved dancing with Zoey and took in all the delights of her quiet beauty. He was amazed at how well she was doing all things considered, and for that short moment in time he allowed himself to enjoy what peace had come over him. For that moment in time life seemed as perfect as it could get.