A.N – well here is the other chapter like I promised.
Bare with me for the next aas I am swamped with uni assignments as well as raising my kids and working…I will post when I can.
Wicked.
She was here. In her hometown. A place where she said she would never go back. Why didn't he find her last time he was here? He must have checked this place three times at least! Her black hair was shorter now, tied into a ponytail that ended at her shoulders instead of her hips. She was wearing a knotted jumper that hung off of her shoulders and long black running pants. At least her taste in jumpers had stayed the same. Even from where he was standing he could see faint scars over her shoulder and her neck. It sent a sick jolt through his stomach. She was flushed and sweaty but to him, damn it was like water in the desert. He stood and made his way over to where she was talking to Andrea and his brother.
"Oh!" the girl jumped back in fright as Dean suddenly stood right in front of her. He had probably startled her but he couldn't help it. He was aching. She chuckled and placed a hand on her heart.
"Lord you scared me!" She said with a smile. His heart jolted. She had no idea who he was. He didn't know what he was thinking. Did he really expect that one look of him and her memory would suddenly magically reappear?
"You okay buddy?" She asked softly, the sweetness of her voice washing over him. Dean shook himself out of his thoughts. He noticed the odd look Andrea sent him. It matched the same one that his brother was giving him.
"I…ah I'm fine. Sorry I thought you were someone I knew." Dean shrugged sheepishly, his heart falling into his stomach. This was the worst kind of torture. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and breathe in her scent. It had been so long. But he was pretty sure that if he did that she would call the cops.
"Ah no harm, no foul. In this light I could look like anyone." She frowned at him. "You sure you are okay thought? You look kind of pale." She raised a hand and placed it on his forehead. He closed his eyes against the onslaught of emotion. Her touch was warm and gentle and everything he had been craving. He could smell the scented rose hand cream she always used. Something really didn't change.
"Sorry mam' is he bothering you?" His little brother's voice interrupted his bliss as he grabbed his arm. "He doesn't seem to understand personal space."
"No. Just a simple case of mistaken identity." She moved her hand down to his cheek and stroked his cheek bone with her thumb softly. It brought back memories of coming home weary and tired or upset after a hunt or a particularly bad day with his father and her cupping his face, telling him it would all be okay and that he was home now. "Maybe he should lie down though. He is a bit warm and pale."
"Oh you just can't stop being a nurse for even one day can you?" Andrea smiled. The blush that crept over her face was just a beautiful as he remembered. So she became a nurse then? He knew it was something she was interested in but a year before her finished her degree she dropped out and decided to pursue demonology which was always her guilty pleasure. Would she even remember demonology?
"It was a long drive. I'll be sure to make sure he gets the rest he needs to feel better." Sam tugged on his arm.
"You better. He will be no good if he is exhausted or sick." She nodded and turned back to Dean.
"I'm Callie by the way." She held out her hand to them.
"Sam." Sam answered shaking her hand. "This is my brother, Dean. We're with the Wildlife." She turned to him with a smile and he shook her hand. God, did she look amazing.
"Here to investigate the mysteries of the lake? My money is on some forty thousand year old alligator." She giggled and Dean had to clench his fists to stop from touching her. She was here! After all the months, days and nights, of searching and praying and hoping and then fearing the worst she was here, alive, beautiful and well and right in front of him…and she didn't remember a damn thing! He felt like screaming. This was so unfair.
"You've been betting with everyone about an alligator. I'm telling you it's nothing. Dad doesn't seem to think it's anything either." Andrea piped up.
"Doesn't mean it can't be an alligator." Callie raised an eyebrow. She turned to Dean again. "Can it?"
"Ah...wha...What?" He stumbled caught off guard at her sudden question.
"Could the thing in the lake be an alligator?" She asked.
"We didn't find any tracks leading to the water and no one has seen anything. We aren't ruling out any possibilities but you never know." Sam answered for him. She smiled and poked her tongue out at Andrea.
"See? Told you." A loud alarm beeped from her wrist.
"Shoot, gotta run. No pun intended." She grinned to herself and Dean couldn't help but smile. Another thing that hadn't changed. Her shocking taste in puns. Maybe his Callie hadn't completely gone. Maybe there was still a chance.
"Anyway it was nice to meet you." She said. He merely nodded, unable to form the words. He was worried he'd blurt out something stupid. Like 'I love you' or 'I know you don't remember but I am your boyfriend and I love you and you are going to come with us.'
"Good luck with the lake. My money is still on an alligator." She turned back to Andrea who was looking at Dean with an odd expression.
"I'll swing by around 6. Don't worry about dinner, I can cook. Make sure you take Mr Mullins out for his night time stroll otherwise good luck getting that man to sleep!" Andrea laughed and nodded.
"I will don't worry. Six is great. Thanks again."
"Oh and I am stealing your bath. My plumbing is buggering up something shocking and after the last two weeks of nightshifts and double time, I am in desperate need of a bubble bath."
"I'm sure that will be okay." Andrea smiled and laid a hand on her arm. "Thanks again for this." Callie waved her off.
"Sorry I wasn't who you were looking for. I hope you find her. And make sure you rest." She smiled again at them and with a wink she was jogging away. Dean visibly swallowed. That hurt more than what he thought it would. It was still Callie, his sweet caring 'would help a stranger on the street' kind girlfriend but she had no idea who he was. He was a stranger to the woman he loved.
"What the hell was that?" Sam hissed as Dean watched Callie running down the path. Goddamn it her arse looked amazing in those pants.
"What?" Dean shook his head to clear his thoughts and focused on his brother again.
"I think I would like to know as well." Andrea crossed her arms. "You looked like you know her."
Dean swallowed. Yeah I knew her, loved her. Still love her.
"I thought it was someone I knew once. My mistake." Dean shrugged. Andrea nodded and seemed to accept it. Sam on the other hand raised an eyebrow. He knew Dean to well to fall for that excuse.
"Who was she?" Sam asked Andrea.
"An old friend of mine. We went to school together and then one day she up and left and haven't seen or heard from her since." She turned back to them. "A few months ago she rocked up on dad's doorstep asking to see me." She shook her head.
"She was so confused about everything. She was attacked by a bear almost a year ago. Made her lose the last five years of her life, poor thing."
"It's good to know she has a friend like you." Sam smiled softly while Dean had paled.
"Thank you. I should probably get going. Nice to see you again." Andrea began to pack up while Sam said bye.
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"So you going to explain what the hell that was back there or are we pretending it didn't happen?" Sam asked as they headed back to the hotel.
"Don't know what you are talking about." Dean said walking just a little bit quicker. He really didn't want to do this right now…hell, ever!
"You took off like a bat out of hell and just stood there staring at her! Who did you think she was?" Sam pushed as they reached the hotel, blocking the hallway leading to their room.
"No one. Don't worry about it." Dean pushed passed his brother and headed towards their room.
"Dean!" Dean ignored him as he turned his key in the door and swung it open. Come on Sammy just back off! But his brother was like a Pitbull…once he had something he was never giving it up.
"Just talk to me Dean! I know something is up!" Sam argued, slamming the door behind him.
"What Sam? What do you want me to say?" Dean practically yelled turning around to face Sam. "I thought she was some chick I knew from awhile back but it wasn't her but she was nice and sweet and decided to start feeling me up cause apparently I look like shit!" He turned back and grabbed a beer out of the pathetic excuse for a fridge. "It is no big deal." Just drop it.
"It looked a big deal." Sam huffed as he grabbed a beer as well. "You've been weird for a while. I was just worried."
"Well it wasn't. We done with the chick flick moment? Can we just move on with the case? Or do you wanna read something more into it?" Dean rolled his eyes and chugged his beer. Perhaps he should have given Sammy some slack. Hell, he might have understood after losing Jess. But he didn't want to talk about her. Talking about losing her made it all seem so real. Today made it all so real. She really didn't remember him at all. But he wasn't ready to let her go. He had found her. He wasn't about to lose her again.
As always Let me know what you think, I'd love to hear what you think about how the story is going and where you want it to go from here. It will pick up from here.
Wicked.
