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I'm trying to tell myself that I'm
Better off alone
- Just Another Girl by The Killers
Quinn's POV:
I race away from the dockside until I find a motel that makes up a good enough distance between me and my...my brothers.
After all of these years, I saw my brothers again. God... I actually got to see my brothers again. I feel as if a huge weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. I didn't think Sam would be so tall or that Dean would even remember me. I thought that when I ran away at the age of seven, it would be the last time I would see my brothers. But it wasn't, I saw them today with my own two eyes. Of course, I left before I could properly introduce myself but that's beside the point. I saw Sam and Dean Winchester.
Why do I want to go back to that dockside? I mean, it's great being able to see my brothers again but... I know I can't be a part of their lives. Not the way I used to be. It's different now, I can't walk back into their lives.
After checking into the motel and getting my room key, I fall onto the queen sized bed and allow my thoughts to take over.
I might be asking for a lot but I want to see them again. I want to know what happened to them all of these years. I want to go back.
Suddenly I feel a pair of eyes on me. I sigh, already knowing who it is. "Cass, staring at me while I'm awake and spread out across the bed is still creepy."
I lift my head from the pillow. He might have been blushing but I'm not sure. It's hard to tell with angels.
"So, how did the case go?" Something's off. Cass never asks me anything about my cases. I just tell him if I'm done or not and even if I don't tell him, he doesn't ask.
"What's with you?"
"Nothing." Nothing always means something. But this is Cass, my annoyingly, good, smartass angel. He doesn't have the guts to even snap a pencil and yet I get the vibe that he did something. But what?
Then it hits me.
"You set me up." I say in realization.
I see Cass hesitate and refuses to meet my eyes like a child. "Okay... maybe I did."
"Oh my God." A huge grin breaks out across my face. I should be mad but right now I feel kind of proud. Finally! Cas does something like a human! I'm finally rubbing off on him! "Mr Uptight Ass lied. You did something bad!"
"No, I did something good by meeting you up with Sam and Dean." He argues.
"But you still lied to me about it." By now the information is sinking in. Whether he set me up or not (which he did), I still saw my brothers.
"I didn't lie. It was more of a..." He tries to find the right words. "A delay of information."
"Whatever you say, Clarence."
Cass sighs. "I still don't get why you call me that."
"And if you don't watch a movie or read a book, you never will." I sit up straight on the bed.
"Now why did you lie?" Wow, that's something I never thought I would say to good-two-shoes Cass.
"I didn't lie. It was a del-"
"Same thing." I cut him off and roll my eyes. "Now why did you force me to see them?"
"You weren't doing it yourself."
"Because I didn't want to. I told you, it's safer for all of us if I'm out of their lives."
"No it isn't." He argues and once again, I roll my eyes. This is what he does to me half the time: lecture me about going back. He thinks it's safer for everyone if I go back but I beg to differ. Teaming up with my brothers would attract more monsters and eventually we won't be able to hold them off anymore. How the hell is that safe for anyone?
"You and Sam and Dean will be unstoppable together. Everything will be-"
"Cass! We're hunters, not miracle workers! Quit talking about us like we're the cure to solve all the world's problems!"
"Maybe not all the world's problems but-"
"Cass, I work alone, ok? You give me a case, I go out there and finish it. That's how it works. No brothers involved."
"But you can change that." He argues back, clearly not giving up anytime soon.
"Mixing work and family is never a good idea. Take the boys for instance: Sam died and Dean made a deal with the devil to bring back Sam in exchange that Dean had only one year to live. And all was well until the day came and Dean died and went to Hell."
"But he came back."
"Because you brought him back." I deadpan. "They could have avoided all that and then I wouldn't have to put up with an uptight angel who's always up my ass and happens to be my only company."
"That was three years ago and nothing that bad has happened to them since."
"Exactly why I don't want to stick around them for the next earthquake to come around."
"But why not just go with them anyway? Then you won't be alone."
"Alone is how I work. Being alone is what keeps everyone else safe. I don't want my brothers to come back just so they can risk their lives protecting me. Maybe dying for me and this time, they won't come back. I'm better off alone."
"Is that why you haven't replied to Rachel Berry's invite?" I stare up at him in shock.
"How the hell do you know about that?"
"I checked your laptop."
"How do you know my password?"
"WarriorGoddess101 is too predictable." I chuck a pillow across the room and silently curse to myself. Why didn't I come up with a stronger and better password?
"What else have you been up to? Did you search through my pantie drawer?"
"You don't have a drawer for your..." Well, at least Cass still refuses to say anything of my vocabulary. That's something that hasn't changed.
"Not the point." I say. "And for your information, I'm not going to New York for another one of Rachel's yearly parties."
"Santana will be there." I sigh. When I (reluctantly) let Cass look into my soul a couple months after I met him, he claimed that there were some 'unresolved feelings' towards the Latina. I don't get why he would tell me that. He's an angel and yet he supports a gay relationship between me and Santana which does not fit the angel stereotype at all.
But I can't imagine going back to Santana without putting her in danger. I can't do that to her.
"It doesn't matter if Santana is there." I hiss. I already (sort of) met my brothers again so why do I have to see someone else from my past?
"You have to talk to her someday."
"No, I don't!" I snap at him. "I spent eleven years running around, killing monsters and I haven't spoken a word to anyone from my past since."
"Except Noah."
"Would you stop pulling all that fortune teller shit on me?!" I snap angrily. I hate it when he catches me off guard when he tells me something I thought he didn't know. "I wasn't supposed to see him again so what happened earlier today was a mistake."
Slowly, it dawns on me. I talked to Puck who can easily catch a flight to New York and tell Santana. He can tell her that I'm still alive and that I wear dark clothes and that I look like I don't have a life... which is true but they don't need to know that. I should be dead to every one. But now I'm going to be a reopened wound in Santana's life. Noah could give her hope that I'll show up at the party in three weeks and if I don't go she'll probably be heartbroken. Shit, what do I do now?
Cass sees the realization on my face. "If my opinion matters, I think you should go."
"And why would your opinion matter? You were the one that tricked me into seeing my brothers." I remind him.
"I only tricked you because you weren't going to do it on your own."
"You don't know that!" I argue though everything that Cass is saying is true. I never planned on going back.
"We both know that I do." I sigh. "And my opinion matters because I'm your friend."
"After that little stunt you pulled on me, we are far from friends." I notice the evident hurt on his face but I don't give a fuck. "I don't need friends."
I stand up and walk to the door to grab my keys on the table next to it.
"Where are you going?" Cass asks me curiously.
"I am going to the bar down the street to get wasted." I say before I'm out the door, almost slamming it behind me. I might've woken up the neighbours but at this point I can't give a flying fuck about anyone.
I'm better off alone.
Dean's POV:
"What the hell was that back there?"
I sigh for the millionth time. Sam has been asking me a lot of questions since we stopped chasing after that blonde. We stopped driving when we found a motel on the border of Cleveland.
Was it really her? Was that blonde girl back there really my long lost twin? Was it really Lucy?
"Was she a past girlfriend or a one night stand or-"
"Oh, GOD NO!" I interrupt, not being able to think of Lucy like that. If only I had the balls to break it to him that he has a sister.
"Well then who is she?" Sammy asks getting irritated.
"It doesn't matter." Are the words that spill from my lips. Why is it so hard to tell him?!
"Don't lie to me, Dean. I know when you're lying."
"Well, clearly you don't because it doesn't matter." I shoot back. I know I should but I can't will myself to tell him.
"Even I can see that she matters to you. You looked at her as if she was someone you haven't seen in years. You know her from somewhere and I want to know how." Sammy demands.
"You sound like Cass." I point out, hoping to change the subject as I grab a bottle of beer from my precious baby. I'm pretty much in love with my car.
"I do not sound like Cass."
"Yeah, keep telling yourself that." I take a sip of my beer.
Sammy huffs. "I'm serious Dean. Who the hell is she?"
"Sammy, I told you it doesn't matter. She just looked familiar and I think I met her in a bar a few years ago." I lie. I hate lying to my brother. The guilt creeps me out but at this point, I don't have a choice.
"You're lying." He deadpans.
"Sammy, just drop it, ok?" I ask.
"Why?" Ugh, why he is he so stubborn? I wonder if Lucy is as stubborn as he is. I shake the thought away. Ever since she left at the age of seven, I've been wondering what happened to her. What she's like of if she even remembers our dad being a hunter. Before today, I was almost convinced she was dead. But then again, who knows if that girl at the dockside was really Lucy or not. And what I remember of her from when we were kids, she was the more braver and stronger one. I don't think she'll die without a fight, hunter or not.
"Why can't you just tell me who she is?" Okay, I can't listen to this anymore.
"I'm going out." I announce as I walk towards the door and past Sammy.
"What? Dean, it's almost one in the morning." He says.
"So?" I ask and he sighs.
"Fine, go." He lays on one of the two beds in the room without another word. He turns so all I can see is his backside. I know I need to tell him about Lucy but I know he'll be mad at me for keeping that secret away from him all his life.
"I'll be back soon." I say though I'm sure he's ignoring me. I leave the motel and drive, not really knowing where I'm going but I make sure not to get lost. A few minutes later, I find myself at a bar. Doesn't look like much from the outside but it's still a bar.
Inside it looked like a normal bar: strippers, poker, music, the whole package. I order a whiskey since I left my beer at the motel.
Taking a swig of my whiskey, a figure appears next to me, almost causing me to choke.
"Damn it, Cass!" I yell at him. Like always, he was wearing a beige trench coat and a very serious face. I'm in trouble.
"I need to talk to you." He says. He observers the place. "Preferably... somewhere else."
I smirk to myself. Oh, sweet, innocent Cass.
Bringing my beer with me, I follow Cass outside to the back of the bar. For better or worse, no one was out here making out so that just left me and Cass.
"I need to tell you something." He says seriously.
"Ah, yeah. You made that pretty clear." I point out and take another sip of my whiskey.
Cass ignores the comment. "I've been talking to your sister."
This time, I actually choke. Someone remind me not to drink something when Cass is about to tell me something really important. Cass just observes me in his usual creepy way as I choke on my drink. Very helpful, Cass.
"You... what?" I ask after I'm done choking.
"I've been talking to your sister since I raised you from Hell." He says formally as if this wasn't anything new.
"You... You've been talking to Lucy?"
"She doesn't really go by Lucy anymore but yes, I have been talking to her."
I'm so shocked, I have trouble finding my words. How does he know about Lucy? And what does he mean that she doesn't go by 'Lucy'? And where the hell has she been all these years? The only word I can muster up is "How...?"
"She remembers everything from when she was still with you guys." He says like he could read my mind. At times, it feels like he can but I keep that to myself. "She remembers you and Sam. And John and Mary and she knows that they're both dead. She knows everything that you do."
"But where has she been?" I ask desperately. I need to know more.
"All over America." I hate that he makes me sound dumb.
I mentally face palm myself for not being more specific for Cass. "I mean, what happened to her after she ran away?"
"It's not my place to say." I want to hit him over the head right now.
"What?! But, Cass-"
"That's not why I'm telling you this." He cuts me off. "I'm the one that sent her to the dockside to meet you."
"But, why?-"
"I'll tell you everything you need to know. Or at least what I can tell you." He says.
And so he does.
Santana's POV:
I didn't sleep at all last night. I kidnapped Rachel's phone, waiting for an email that never came. Then I ended up crying my eyes out again but even that wasn't enough to make me go to sleep.
Where are you, Quinn? I need to see you one last time.
"Tana!" I hear before Jacob bursts through my bedroom door and runs to my side of the bed. "Mommy says breakfast is ready."
I mentally smirk to myself. Looks like Rachel learned her lesson yesterday on why you should never wake me up. But of course, to wake up, you have to go to sleep first.
"I'll be down in a minute." My voice comes out hoarse. I hope Jacob doesn't notice because he could tell Rachel which would lead up to another conversation about a certain blonde and eventually, more crying. It's like I can't go one day without thinking of Quinn. I thought she would never come back when she never showed up to any of the past Glee Club anniversary's but why do I suddenly have hope that she'll go to this one? I have no reason to.
"Are you ok, Tana? Did you sleep last night?" He asks concerned. I hate it when I worry him. He's like my own child, I feel like a second mother to him.
"I'm fine." Thank God that my voice came out normally. "I just had a few nightmares last night and I couldn't sleep." I lie. I hate lying to him but I don't know if Rachel wants him to know about Quinn and lesbians yet.
"I hate nightmares, they scare me." I remember all of the times that I woke up when Jacob was having a nightmare when he was smaller. Either Rachel, Kurt, Mason or me would stay with him until morning.
"I know, I hate them too." I say. "Now, let's go down and eat breakfast because I'm hungry."
"Okay." He says. He's almost out the door by the time I get out of bed when he turns around and adds "Oh, and Mommy wants her phone back."
I silently curse under my breath before addressing Jacob again. "Got it." He nods and goes downstairs. I should've known that Rachel would notice that her phone was missing.
I take a quick shower before getting dressed into a white tank top and purple shorts and head down stairs, bringing Rachel's phone with me.
"Good morning." Rachel says when she sees me entering the kitchen where she and Jacob were sitting across from each other on the island, eating pancakes.
"Morning." I say as I get a plate and start stacking it with warm pancakes that I know Mason made because they were shaped in small love hearts. I sit next to Jacob and hand his mother her phone back.
"Don't think you're off the hook." She warns me before putting it in her bag that I now notice is next to her. She's already dressed in a yellow shirt and grey shorts with her hair down while Jacob was still in his Batman pyjama's, his hair a mess.
"I didn't think I would be." I assure Rachel before digging into my breakfast. Not that I'm ever going to admit it, but Mason's pancakes are to die for. "Where are the boys?"
"Kurt already left and Mason-"
"Is right behind you." Mason somehow sneaked into the room. He's wearing a light blue shirt and black jeans. He starts kissing Rachel's neck. I instantly look away and so does Jacob.
"Daddy, that's gross." He whines.
"Exactly." I agree.
"They have a point, baby. No making out when Jacob's around." Rachel says before adding "Or Santana because she can't stand the sight when a boy kisses a girl."
"No, I just can't stand the sight when a Mason kisses a Rachel. Seriously, you remind me of Edward and Bella."
"Whatever, Santana." Mason ignores the comment and kisses Jacob's forehead and ruffles his hair. "Good morning, kiddo."
"Good morning, Daddy." He greets and jumps into his father's arms and adds a kiss to his cheek. "Do you have to leave now?"
Mason looks at his watch. "Yes, I do." Jacob pouts. "I'll be back around dinner time. Then we can do whatever you want. I promise."
"Okay!" He sits back in his chair. "Goodbye, Daddy."
We all say goodbye and Mason leaves for work.
"Baby, go get ready for school. You don't want to keep your new friends waiting, do you?" Rachel says to Jacob.
"No, I need to get ready or else I'm going to be late!" Jacob says sounding like Kurt when he's late. I have to bite my tongue to keep myself from bursting out in laughter.
Jacob finishes his last pancake and runs up the stairs. Rachel was about to yell after him about running in the house but gives up since he still does it. I smirk.
Suddenly, the door bell rings. I give Rachel a confused look. "Were you expecting company?"
"No." She says also confused. I hear her son yell 'Mommy' from upstairs. "Can you get that? I'll check on Jacob."
I nod and she goes upstairs. I leave my half finished plate of pancakes in the kitchen and go to answer the door. I cut the doorbell off from ringing a second time and I'm shocked to see who it is.
"Puckerman?" I haven't talked with him in person in a few months. I tried to avoid talking to him when he went to Lima with me to talk to Judy Fabray. Mainly we just Skype or call or text each other but there's been a few times when he and his girlfriend would come to visit.
"Hey Lopez." He says. He's wearing light jeans with a blue shirt. He looks sort of serious but why?
"What are you doing here?" I ask. "I thought you were meeting Laura's parents for the weekend."
"She came with me." He looks down the street and I notice Laura walking towards us. I'm guessing she had to park the car. Laura has light brown hair, gold eyes and caramel skin. She's wearing a black skirt and a white shirt with black heels and her hair down. She's sweet and I'm surprised that her and Puck are together because even though Puck has matured over the years, he still tends to get away things.
"Hey, Santana." She greets me with a smile and holds out her hand.
"Hi." I'm still confused but I shake her hand. "What are you guys doing here?"
"I have no idea." Laura admits. "Puck insisted that he needed to tell you something. Can we come in?"
"Uh, yeah sure." I open the door wider and let them in. I close it behind them and follow them to the living room just as Rachel and Jacob come down from the stairs. Rachel is wearing the exact same thing she wore at breakfast with grey flats. Jacob is wearing a black shirt with the Batman logo in the middle and blue shorts with Batman sneakers. I think the kid has a problem.
"Look who's here." I announce as Jacob spots Puck and Laura.
"Uncle Puck and Aunt Laura!" He runs up to them and hugs Laura.
"Wow. You're getting heavy, kid." Laura says as she adjusts Jacob onto her hip. Jacob blushes.
"What are you two doing here?" Rachel asks after hugging Puck.
"Apparently, Puck needs to tell me something and by the looks of it, I'd say it's important." I answer her question.
She shoots Puck a confused look. "What do you-"
"It's hard to explain." He cuts her off. "But I think Santana deserves to know first."
This is just confusing me more and more. Did someone die?
Rachel looks at me as if silently asking Are you okay if I leave you here with Puck and Laura? I just nod my head.
She turns her attention back to Puck. "Okay, I guess you can talk to her while I go drop off Jacob at school."
The word 'school' turns Jacob's attention to his mother. "Mommy, can Aunt Laura come with us?" He asks excited.
"Umm..." She looks at Laura unsure. "Do you want to come with us?"
She looks like she might decline but then she makes the mistake of looking into Jacob's puppy dog eyes. No one can resist him. "Please, Auntie Laura. Pretty please."
"Oh, Okay." She caves. Jacob's face breaks out into a huge grin as he hugs Laura.
"Thank you so much!"
"No problem, kid." The three leave a couple minutes later so now it's only me and Puck.
"So, what do you desperately need t-"
"I saw Quinn yesterday." Wait, what?
"You..." I can't get the words out. He saw Quinn! I'm just as happy as I am scared about how she's changed. Is she still the same person? Is she married, does she have kids? What happened to her?
"Yes, I saw her in coffee shop in Detroit when Laura wanted me to go on a late night coffee run." I'm not at all surprised about the Laura comment. She'll have coffee at any time of the day.
"But what about Quinn? D-did you talk to her? Or-"
"I talked to her." He cuts me off. "At first I didn't think it was her because she was wearing dark clothes instead of a sundress with flats but I'm sure it was her."
Speak of a makeover. But why would Quinn start wearing a whole new fashion type? What changed her mind? Back in high school, she'll either wear something girly or her Cheerios uniform. Why would she change what she wears? I mean it's not really that important, but why?
"Santana?" Puck asks. I realize I zoned out. "Santana, you there?"
"Yeah." I say as I slightly shake my head. Then I turn serious. "Puck, tell me all the details that happened yesterday." I demand.
It's official. I need Quinn.
The bars that Quinn and Dean went to are NOT the same. Quinn is on one side of Cleveland and Dean is on the opposite. I realized that I've been spelling 'Cas' instead of 'Cass' so from now on, I'm going to use the correct spelling as 'Cass'.
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