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Author's Note: sorry this has taken me so long theres been a lot going on. I got accepted to college though! Can I get a woot woot!?!? Oh by the way the reason Sweet Child Of Mine is taking so long is because it's the last chapter and I'm trying to make it good so just bare with me. Thanks guys you rock!

Supernatural

Look this isn't going to work if…

"Alright, I know you and I aren't the caring, sharing, hugs all around type but get over it. I'm sorry about what I said last night, okay?"

Dean had been giving me the silent treatment this morning and now we were sitting in a diner in uncomfortable silence and I was sick of it. Dean frowned at me.

"I just wanted a life that I could never have was that to much to ask, Memphis?" Dean asked in a low voice.

My mood darkened, "You asshole, it was too much to ask. You pulled me out of my life, remember?"

"You sound like a freaking broken record."

"Screw you, Dean. Apparently you and Sam were allowed to have normal lives but me? No, Memphis isn't allowed to have a normal life. That's bullshit. I don't need this crap; I'll be in the car when you're ready to go talk to the family."

I put a five on the table and walked out of the diner. I got into the driver's seat and slammed the door. I put BOC in the tape deck and blared it. How dare he say those things? I had a perfectly normal life until he showed up at my door again. Dean opened the passenger side door and got in.

"Memphis…"

"You talk to the family. I'm going to go check out the history of the house."

"So we're just going to ignore the fight?"

I pulled out of the diner, "Look this isn't going to work if we constantly fight and bicker, so here's the deal you and I just get through the next few days then we bring Sam back and act like everything is cool between us."

"You think he's going to buy that?"

I glanced at him, "You're a good bull shitter Dean I'm sure you can sell it."

"You're a bitch you know that?"

"You're an asshole you know that?" I shot back.

I dropped him off at the "haunted" house to talk to the family while I headed to the library. Before I walked in my phone rang.

"Sam, I don't really have the time right now."

"Why? What's going on? Did you apologize to Dean?"

"Yes and everything's fine now," Dean's not the only good liar in the family, "But I'm about to walk in the library and I can't talk to you in there."

"Alright, call me later tonight though to keep me updated."

"Okay, I will. Talk to you later, kiddo."

I hung up before he could respond and headed into the library. After about two hours of research I finally found that the house is on unholy ground. I called Dean's cell and he was not happy to hear from me.

"It's about freaking time. I've been interviewing these people for ten hours!"

"Its only been two you drama queen. I'll come pick you up now. I found the problem."

I hung up and got to the house ten minutes later. Dean got in and through a picture frame at me. It hit me in the chest and I glared daggers at him.

"What's this?"

"The first owner of the house, what did you get?"

"Unholy ground. This guy probably croaked and they buried him on his land and now he's probably restless."

"Alright we'll come back tonight, get the family out of there, and then salt and burn."

"Then we can go get Sammy and get on with our lives."

"What lives?" Dean mumbled.

"Oh that's it you little shit."

I pulled the car over on an abandoned road and got out. Dean followed suit and gave me an exasperated look.

"Dean, I've been on the road by myself for three years and for three years I've been scared out of mind that I wouldn't see my brothers one last time before I died. Then the day Dad dies I thought maybe just maybe they'll want to help me and I won't have to be alone anymore. But no, now you guys are here and all you do is bitch at me!"

I mimicked Sam's voice, "Mem, I need to see my wife can we please make a pit stop? Mem, could you give me a minute I have to call Kristina. Mem, you won't believe what Tucker did! I don't give a rat's ass if the kid broke the space time continuum! And you? All you do is tell me how unfair it is that you didn't get to have a normal life. Well how would have liked to have had one and then have it ripped out from under you to go back to your childhood hell!"

"Alright Memphis I get it!" He yelled back.

"Do you, do you get it Dean? Do you get what it's like to be completely alone for three years and know that at any point you could die and no one would know? No, you don't so if you could please just stop bitching at me and making it seem like I ruined your life, I'll do the same. Let's just get this job over with."

I got back in the car and waited for Dean to join me. Throughout my entire speech different emotions ran across Dean's face: hurt, anger, sadness, and the worst one was guilt. We didn't speak for the rest of the week until we had to pick up Sam and even then we didn't speak to each other.

Sam jumped in the car and I could tell he immediately felt the tension. He waved once more to his wife and kids before Dean pulled away from the curb.

"So how'd it go?" Sam asked anxiously.

"Simple salt and burn." Dean answered casually.

"I meant more like how'd it go with just the two of you." Sam asked looking towards me.

"Everything's fine Sammy. As you can see neither of us are dead or maimed." Dean responded.

"Yeah, I guess so. Mem, you're awfully chatty." Sam said sarcastically.

"Sorry kiddo, I'm just tired. How was being at home again?"

"I miss it, I was thinking since things went so well with you guys maybe we could do this at least twice a month."

"No!" Dean and I both yelled.

"I knew it, something happened between you two! What's going on? You won't even look at each other."

"Sam, it's nothing okay? We'll be over it in a couple of days." I stated.

"It's been four days Memphis, I don't think it's going to blow over anytime soon." Dean laughed bitterly.

"Well, maybe if you weren't an asshole we wouldn't have these problems."

"You're a bitch!"

"You're a bastard!"

"Stop it! Both of you! Now all my life I've heard you call each other a bitch and bastard and never have you ever actually said it like that."

"Like what?" Dean asked.

"Like you meant it."