Me and Dean just leaned against the Impala as Sam stood before Jessicas grave, his expression was devoid of any emotion, but I knew him. He was feeling guilty. Guilty at not telling her the truth.
I sighed now, wishing I could hug Dean and feel his arms around me... but I couldn't. Not only because Sam would freak when he found out we were together... but he had just lost his own girlfriend.
If we decided to parade it on front of him so soon... that would be heartless.
Dean sighed now, then I felt something touch my hand, then hold mine for a moment, hidden behind our backs. I looked at him now and smiled a little, but it vanished and our hands parted as Sam turned around and walked back to us, then got in the passenger side without a word.
I sighed, then glanced back at Dean-
This was going to be a long roadtrip...
Sam was quiet nearly the whole way to Blackwater Ridge in Lost Creek, Colorado. I was starting to think he was asleep, and when he awoke with a start, my thoughts were proven correct.
Well... that and the nightmares...
Sorry Sammy, but I think you're gonna be having more than that...
When we arrived there, I left the boys and had a nose around the area. It was very green. Yeah, good description eh (!) but very true. Not long after, Dean came and found me, telling me that a young man called Tommy had gone missing. Sam arrived now, standing a little way away and watched. I told Dean now. 'Why don't you go see that Haley girl you mentioned was looking for him and see what you can dig up...' My eyes traveled to Dean, and he understood. 'Ok, meet you back here in a few?' I nodded and felt a twinge in my chest as he turned away without kissing me.
It was just me and Sam now, and we stared at each other for a moment, then I walked over and went quietly. 'Hi.' Sam smiled slightly, but didn't move. 'Hi.' he just said, and after a moment, a wave inside my head crashed down and I ran over to him, flinging my arms around his chest, hugging him tightly, feeling tears in my eyes. 'I'm so sorry...' I said, my head against his chest.
I felt arms slowly rise and wrap around me now, hugging me back.
Hell I had missed my best friend... so much...
'I'm sorry Lee.' he said quietly into my hair. All I heard after that was a few sounds of the woods, then my own voice as I said back. 'I'm sorry too...'
Sam sighed and said. 'It's not your fault. It was mine. I'm the one that ran off and hurt you. You have nothing to be sorry for.' I smiled a little now, my eyes closed against his chest.
I heard footsteps now, then let Sam go and turned around to face Dean, who said. 'Yeah, we got a problem.'
It soon transpired that there was something out there, and, from research, we found that a good few people had gone missing over the years, dating back to 1936. There was one survivor, and I alloted the boys to finding out what happened while I took another look at the footage.
I just... couldn't be in the same room as them both. It... hurt...
The thing on the clip was fast. Three frames a second... like, it could damn move alright...
I felt a tap on my shoulder as I went back to the Impala, then turned around and felt someone kiss me, arms around my waist. If I didn't recognize him as Dean, my knee would have just slammed up and quite frankly made the guy cry. Hey- I've done it to both of them a few times since I'd been with them all my life. Dean was like, swearing under his breath and going in a pained voice. "Jesus Lee! Unlike Sam here, I actually use these!"
Yeah, you got it; Sam cried.
Thirteen year old little girl!
'Sam'll be back in a moment.' I told him, putting my arms around his neck, kissing him back. Dean chuckled 'He's gotta find out sooner or later, so I say let's opt for sooner.'
I pulled away now and sighed. 'Dean... not now ok? Your brother, our brother, is feeling guilty and internally burning himself ok? Show some damn respect!' I walked towards the trunk just as Sam returned, then frowned a little at his brothers pissed expression and said. 'What's up with you?'
Dean shrugged, then said. 'Ahh, nothing...' Sam raised an eyebrow, and I saw his suspicious look.
Great (!) Now he was suspecting something...
The next morning, we were driving up the road when Dean suddenly pulled over and said. 'Ah. Oh...' then got out, followed by Sam and a confused me.
They walked forwards now, and Dean asked. 'Room for three more?' This girl who I surmised was Haley smiled at him and-
Oh no bitch. Not my boyfriend-! I would happily let whatever was out there munch on her if she gave Dean one more freaking look like that.
I swear it.
The guide, ranger Wilkinson, was a dick.
Oh-? Did I just say that-? Oh well.
Me and Dean hung at the back while Sam was at the front, talking to the younger brother called Ben. Haley hadn't given Dean another... look. Not yet anyway.
'Want one?' Dean said, offering me some M&MS. I grabbed a handful and shoved them in, none too... well, no dignity at all.
Dean snorted, then smacked my backside, smirking. 'That's my girl.' I rolled my eyes and flicked one at him, walking on ahead next to Sam, who said quietly. 'You've... changed.'
I laughed. 'It's been three years Sam. And what about you-? You look about 6'2 now.'
'6'4'
'Oh. Even more of a monster then.'
Sam chuckled, and I felt myself smile- It was hard not to. Sam now said with another low laugh. 'You look different too. Your hairs so... long now. How the hell do you hunt with it being down to your elbows?'
'There's these things called "hair clips" Sammy. You should know... little girl and your dirty little pink accessories secrets.'
'Hey-! You swore you'd never mention that incident again!'
'Oh-? Like the fact you let me curl your hair and put butterfly clips in? And...'
'Don't say it-!'
'You liked it! Are you gay Sam? Because I would totally underst-'
'Leona. I'm not gay.'
'Oh I know that. After all-' I raised an eyebrow at him. 'you did screw me after that prom f you remember? Or wasn't it real enough for you? I thought I loved you, I really did... but yeah. Fuck me and run... was that your plan all along?'
Sam sighed now, then closed his eyes. 'Lee... why are you bringing that up? It was a stupid mistake, what we did...' I stopped dead now, then so did Sam as I scowled and snapped at him. 'Well. Not talking about it solves you leaving then huh (?)' I went back to Dean, who sighed at my pissed expression and said quietly. 'Sam does care about you. You know that right?'
I was just just about to answer when the people in front stopped and then we saw the shredded tents.
I walked forwards now, eyes on the damage. Ranger Wilkinson suggested a grizzly attack. Yeah... my sexy ass it was.
Now I looked at Dean, setting my pack down next to his and said. 'It might be Edward Cullen?'
Dean frowned now. 'Who's Edward Cullen?' I chuckled and said. 'That new book that came out the other day I was reading?'
'Oh yeah. Twilight was it called?'
'Yep. Well, the vampires in that book sparkle and don't have fangs. Or dicks to be honest...' I snorted. 'If they make that book into a film in the future. I will happily burn this copy I have.'
'Sparkly vampires-?'
'Sparkly perverted vampires Dean.'
'Oh. Minus the sparkly bit, I think me and this Edward should meet up. You know- a nice friendly axe to the head and stop the second book from being published.'
I chuckled, then Sam came over and said quietly. 'Give me the journal.'
Journal-?
My eyes widened as I saw dads journal being flicked open, and said in shock. 'How-? He'd never-?'
Dean nodded. 'I know... but...' he met both our eyes now in a split second. 'I think he wants us to pick up where he left off.' I raised an eyebrow. 'The "family business" Dean... what are we doing already?'
He sighed and nodded. 'Yeah... but it also means he was never here in the first place, and n-' but his words were cut short by a shrill cry for help, and the three of us sprung into action, instincts kicking in.
We ran towards the noise, then stopped in a clearing, looking around- it was dead silent. Then I saw Sams expression, then he said in his urgent voice. 'Back to camp, now!'
I wasn't scared. But I still secretly grabbed Deans hand as we ran back, letting go as the others groaned and then I noticed too- our packs were gone.
Great (!)
At least Dean had those M&Ms... we wouldn't starve... for five minuets at least (!)
A moment later, Sam grabbed the journal back and looked through, turning it around to face us. Dean frowned, and I heard him moan something, then I saw the picture and recognized it as a Wendigo.
Gollums better or uglier big brother (!) you decide!
Great (!) Then Dean voiced what I was thinking- the guns were useless. But at least we had some crap to keep us safe. Bless Sammy and his geeky inner self. Well, that was true. I remembered him laid out on the bed with me, tapping away at something or another. He'd once, when we were about thirteen, wrote me a little poem on how I was his best friend, then gave it to me on Valentines Day. A "strictly just friends" thing that made me laugh and kiss his cheek, making him blush, and cause Dean to take the piss out of him.
What did I do to Dean after that-? Oh! Now I remember! I kicked him in the balls so hard he was stuck in on that Valentines Day- even when the dick had a date he had to cancel.
Served him right for picking on Sammy when he'd given me such a cute present, and all I had from Dean was him asking if she could chuck him a beer so he could use it as an ice pack.
Oh what lovely visions (!)
The joys of growing up with boys- you learn how to keep them in check pretty easy. I never had any problems with Sam. He was more the type who liked to not get on my bad side and keep out of the playfights me and Dean had- which usually ended up in injury with one of us.
Mostly Dean. He'd taught me himself how to land a good punch, and my first good one was the one that John... dad, praised me on when Dean had a brilliant black eye.
When the sigils were set, we were sat around a fire, and I had my head on Deans shoulder, staring into the heart of the flames. Sam hadn't suspected anything else- I had done this all my life, so nothing out of the ordinary.
I looked at Sam who was sat opposite, eyes on the flames himself- he was so "shoot first ask questions later" at the moment, and I didn't like it- where was my Sammy-?
Hang on. "My Sammy-?" my Sammy died years ago... three years ago to be exact. I didn't care that he was twenty two, the same age as me...
He was a freaking dick. And no matter how much hugging we did or would do could change that.
Then why did I get a pang in my chest when I looked at him-? I didn't still... love him-? Did I-?
Dean now said quietly. 'I'm going to stretch my legs. Coming?' I nodded and got up, dispelling any feelings I still had for Sam and walked with him into the first few meters of the trees, which shrouded us in darkness.
I turned to Dean now, then felt him kiss me and say quietly. 'How are you and Sam? Peachy or apple... banana-? Don't say coconuts... had a real bad experience with a girl and coconuts once...'
I found myself chuckling now, then putting my arms around his unseen neck and kissed him, feeling the tree behind me as I ran my hand through his hair, legs around his waist. Dean kissed me again now, more passionately than before, then moved to my neck and I sighed. 'Not here. Someone'll see, and Sam-'
The came that fucking Wendigo again! Way to go freak! Getting it on here! Go and annoy someone else for ten minuets!
We ran back to the camp now just in time to see the ranger running into the trees, Sam was going after him, but I grabbed his jacket and yanked him back.
I knew it was too late. Wilkinson was gone.
When morning came, we set off...
And that was about all I remembered.
I was aware of someone shaking me a little now, voice worried and a hint of fear in it.
'Lee!'
I opened my eyes in semi darkness to face Sam, whose eyes were wide and worried at me. 'Hey.' he said quietly as I raised a hand to my head, then asked him groggily. 'What-? What happened?'
Sam sighed, putting around me and helping me to my feet. 'Wendigo knocked you, Haley and Dean out and dragged you back here.'
'Dean-!'
'Hey, don't fuss- I'm fine.'
I just drifted back off...
I blinked, then woke up again and found myself sat up in the backseat of the Impala. Great (!) I'd missed all the damn action! Fucking Wendigo!
Dean was sat next to me, then I frowned as I saw Sam driving- hell, Dean must have been worried about me or something to want to let Sam drive his baby.
Sorry car, but I'm his number one, not you. Run me over all you want. He's mine.
'Hey there.' Dean chuckled, and I saw cuts on his own face. Then I remembered what Sam had said before I blacked out again- they'd been taken by the Wendigo, which I was betting was dead by now.
We stopped off at a motel now, all of us quiet.
Dean announced he was going to the store for some beer, then left. Sam sighed now, sitting down beside me on the bed, then said quietly. 'What's going on with you and Dean?'
My heart stopped.
'What?'
'Don't lie. It's all there; your tapes in the cassette player, Dean letting you drive sometimes. The way you two try to avoid each other when I'm around... and Dean wouldn't let any one else but him carry you out the trees when the Wendigo knocked you out, then never left you once... So- how long have you been together?'
I was silent, staring at his expressionless face- was he mad-? I couldn't tell...
'About a month or two.' I said quietly, and Sam sighed. Then shocked me-
He laughed.
I blinked in shock as he shook his head and said, still chuckling. 'You and Dean? Lee... I know I said get another guy. But I didn't mean jump into my brothers pants!'
Once again, I was silent, then I managed to say. 'You're not... mad at us-?'
'Mad-? No! I'm just... glad you stuck with each other.'
I smiled now, then pulled him forwards and hugging him. 'Thank you.' I said quietly, closing my eyes and breathing in that familiar scent from my childhood. Dean had always had that mixed scent of leather and cologne, whilst Sam was more softer and more like a rainforest after a refreshing downpour, more earthy and richer.
I found myself almost nodding off against him when Dean returned, then I saw his face and knew that... well, he knew that Sam knew about them being together.
And he was really fine with it-? I didn't think so...
Because if I was feeling something I'd buried deep inside my head working its way back up...
So did he.
Dean sighed and sat down next to me, pulling me into his arm and said. 'Great (!) Now I've got to think of an excuse for all the damn chick flick moments!' I chuckled, then punched his arm and said teasingly. 'Hey- you told me you didn't mind them if it was me involved!'
'Whay (!)'
I scoffed at that, then Sam rolled his eyes and said. 'We should get some sleep.' I nodded, and Dean smirked, lying down beside me. 'We'll be as quiet as possible, but if we get too loud, just prod us or something and we'll lower the volume a tad. Don't get your hopes up though.'
I laughed at Sams utterly disgusted expression, then he switched the lights off without a word.
Dean chuckled into my ear now, putting his arms around my body and burying his face in my hair.
So that was it. Sam was back, and he knew of me and Dean...
In the dark, I couldn't see his expression... and I wondered what it was...
If Leona had been able to see...
Sam was even more heartbroken...
Both girls he'd loved were gone now...
Extra long chapter for you all:D and yeah, into s1 now! Won't be following it exactly, but all the main bits of the storyline will be in it, so... enjoy!:D Reviews much loved! Next up soon!
