Chapter Six: Conversations About The End

Aly pushed her way towards the bar, she ignored the hands that just happened to roam as she passed a drunken man. She remembered when this was all she thought about, what guy to take back to her motel room, or who was going to dance with her before she got to drunk to stand. Those were the simple thoughts that she just couldn't get back. She thought her plan was fool proof. If he wasn't around she had no reason to think about him, but nothing was ever that simple.

"Another beer," Aly yelled to the bar tender over the loud music. As she waited she scanned the patrons surrounding the bar. There were plenty of men, and the occasional woman, looking to drown her sorrows, or looking for her next catch. 'That should be me,' Aly thought, grabbing the beer that was slid down to her.

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Aly slid out of the motel bed, clinging to the sheet that was wrapped around her. She reached down to grab her clothes, and made her way to the bathroom. She thought she could handle this. Being a free woman again, not having to worry about anything. But her mind kept going back to Dean. It had been four weeks since they had seen each other at Bobby's house, and it felt like forever.

Aly quickly dressed, and exited the motel room into the chilly, early morning. She didn't know where to go. Bobby's place was in one direction, Jo was in another, and then there was the open highway that could take her anywhere. Aly had never been faced with such a hard decision.

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Jo padded down her dark hallway, the pounding on her door could only mean one thing: Aly was in town. Jo knew her sister's urgent knock, she used it the night she left the roadhouse. "I'm coming!" Jo yelled, her voice heavy with sleep. Once the door was open, Aly flew into the waiting living room, not giving Jo a chance to ask her elder sister what she was doing pounding on her door at four in the morning.

"I have no idea what I'm doing." Aly began, turning to look at Jo. Shooting her a blank expression, Aly knew that meant she was going to need a little more of an explanation. "I slept with this guy tonight, and I don't know why. He's not funny, can't hold his liquor, he's alright looking, but I know I can do better." Jo sat on the couch near her sister.

"Aly, it's four in the morning, I didn't get to sleep until three. You see my problem? If you're going to have a meltdown, can you at least start from the beginning." Jo asked, patting the cushion next to her.

"I met this guy about three months ago, and I think I love him." Aly began. "I mean I know I love him, it's just I can't love him. He's dying, or will be dead soon, I can't really explain it." Aly collapsed on the couch. She turned to look at her baby sister, her face was dark, and she looked like she'd been to hell and back. "Why don't you get some sleep and we'll talk in the morning." Aly told her. Jo was in no mood to argue.

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Dean lit up her number one more time, hoping she was going to answer. He thought she would want to know how things were going and when he was going to be back at Bobby's. Sam tried to reassure his brother, but they were all empty. Aly had freaked and needed time to adjust. Sam understood that, he just wished Dean would open his eyes and see it too.

"Aly, it's me again. We're outside of Arizona, just give me a call when you get this." Dean spoke into his cell phone. He was sick of leaving messages, pining for this woman that obviously didn't want anything to do with him anymore.

"Dude, you just have to give her some time. You told her you were dying, it's not exactly something that helps new relationships. Aly's just trying to get some perspective. She'll come around." Sam told Dean, wondering if what he just said was the truth. He didn't know what Aly was doing for if she cared about Dean as much as she let on. For all he knew was had already moved on to her next guy.

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"So you really love him?" Jo asked. She was sitting with her sister in a small diner. The two girls had come here to get out of Jo's small apartment, and to get something to eat that they didn't have to prepare themselves.

"Yeah, I fell hard for this one." Aly shook her head. "He's amazing, and Mom totally hates him. Which is a plus, you know me always…"

"Mom knows him?" Jo asked surprised by this piece of information. "You brought him home with you?"

"Hell no!" Aly said, sitting back against the red leather of the booth chairs. "He's a friend of Bobby's, John Winchester's son." Aly told her sister. "I'm not an idiot. I wouldn't bring a one night stand to meet Mom. It was just a crazy accident."

"You're in love with Dean…" Jo said slowly, taking in everything that her sister had been telling her over the last two hours. Suddenly everything was clicking. He was the kind of guy her sister would fall for. They were so alike it was scary.

"You know him?"

"Yeah, we've met. I can't believe he's dying. I always thought he'd go out fighting, not by making a stupid deal. Then again if it was to save Sam, it sounds just like him." Jo admitted, watching her sister's expression as she mentioned his pending death. "Does he know?"

"Know what?" Aly asked, snapping out of her thoughts.

"Know that you are completely in love with him, and don't want him to die." Jo told her sister with an air of annoyance. "He does know that you love him right?" Jo looked at Aly.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure he does, but I'm way too young to have to deal with crap like this. I shouldn't even be getting this attached to a guy. I'm still in the prime of my life. It's ridiculous." Aly told her sister, taking a ketchup covered fry off her plate.

"What's ridiculous, is you avoiding him. It's not like Dean Winchester to stay with one girl, you're lucky. Call him." Jo pressured her sister. Aly looked at her, trying to decide what she should do know that she knew what she had to do. Even if she did want to talk to him, it would be too hard, and he was probably pissed that she hadn't been answering his calls in the first place.

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"Hello," Sam answered groggily.

"Sam?" Aly asked, she pulled the phone away from her ear to look at the number she had dialed. "Why are you answering Dean's phone?"

Sam sat up in the bed, looking over to see if his brother had come back to the hotel yet. "He accidentally took my phone instead. Is everything okay?" Sam asked, not sure if she even wanted to talk to him. This was the first contact Aly had had with either brother since she took off without a word.

"I just wanted to know what was going on. I've been with Jo, so I haven't really had the time to call ya'll. So where are you?" Aly tried to sound as casually as she could. It was obvious she had woken Sam up, and the fact that he hadn't thrown the phone at Dean meant that he was either avoiding her, or wasn't there at all. Both situations not looking good on her part.

"We're still in Arizona, Dean mentioned something about leaving tomorrow. What about you, are you still with Jo, or have you moved on?" Sam ran a hand over his face, forcing himself to sound more awake than he actually was. He hoped Dean would show up soon. Aly needed to talk to him, and Sam was afraid if she hung up, she'd never call back.

"I'm thinking about going back to Bobby's soon. Jo might come with me. You know that place she's working in looks like a circle of hell. I figure Mom would like to see us together again." Aly, looked down at her hands. Even though he couldn't see her, Aly knew Sam was giving her one of those looks that made her want to tell him everything. Sam always knew there was something more to whatever Aly had to say. She hated him for it, but also appreciated the concern he had for her. She never had an older brother, let alone sibling, to look out for her, and that's exactly what Sam was to her.

"Aly, he misses you." Sam told her, knowing that's what she really wanted to know. "I miss you too. I haven't had a decent meal since we left Bobby's house, even though you're dinner's weren't always the best meals." Sam joked with her. Aly let out a small laugh, but kept her thoughts on Dean.

"He's not there is he?" Aly finally asked.

"No," With that one small word, Aly knew everything she had imagined in her head was gone. Waking up in his arms, making him breakfast in the morning, laughing at his stupid jokes, bothering him while he worked on the Impala. Every moment that she thought was going to last forever, came to a crashing halt. She had told him to go out and do what he wanted, but this made it real. She regretting being the perfect, indifferent, secret girlfriend.

"Sammy," Aly spoke softly into the cell phone she was holding as if her life depended on it. "I made a mistake."

"Everyone does…" Sam told her, trying his best to console her, though they were miles apart. "You know one day we should take a vacation, you know go somewhere. I've always wanted to go to Disney World. I know that sounds really kidish, but think about how fun that will be." Aly laughed at his suggestion.

"Yeah, that would be cool, or I always wanted to go on a cruise. You always see those commercials where the people are one those huge ships, eating nice dinners and swimming on the ship. That would be amazing, plus I haven't gotten a tan in a long time." Aly said. There was something about this conversation that was turning every suggestion into something darker, something that wasn't as bright and cheery as they meant it to be.

"Or we could just stay with our friends. I bet your mom is going to need some help when she finally buys another roadhouse. She'll need someone to help her get everything the way she wants it."

"We're going to have a lot of time on our hands aren't we? We won't know what to do with ourselves. I still want to hunt, but not as much, and you know you'll want to go out and kick some evil ass as well." Aly told him, finally saying what they were really talking about. The END. When Dean was gone, and they were all they had left.

"You're probably right, I'm not giving up though. I'm going to keep looking up until his very last second." Sam told her. His determination, not lost on Aly. She knew he wasn't going to let his brother die without a fight. That's just how they were. The Winchester's were fighters, and probably always will be.

"I wouldn't have it any other way." Aly told him before ending the call.

Sam stared at the dark room he was sitting in. What was his life without Dean going to be like? Aly too let the darkness of Jo's living room capture her. The reality of everything crashing into her like a wave. Dean was going to die, and he really didn't care. He wasn't looking for a cure, he wasn't trying to spend time with friends and family, he was doing his job, and hoping that everything would work out in the end. But Aly and Sam knew that it wasn't going to be enough this time. The end was going to come and he was going to make good on his deal, whether he wanted to or not.