Authors note:
I'm coming to realize that writing their past, about the connection that Dwan and Lacey have, is much easier than anything else I've done thus far. I am contemplating going back and redoing the first few chapters, but I haven't fully decided yet. I love the idea of them having a son together, but when I try and write about the idea I had with all of that I have such a writers block it's ridiculous.
Until I make up my mind I'm going to continue with writing about the things that had happened in the past between the two of them.
I do hope you all enjoy.
Thank you!
P. S. Reviews are greatly appreciated. :)
P. S. S. I have to change the time line just a bit, because I kinda messed up on the year a little bit since I want to stay true to the actual time line as far as Dean going go hell the first time.
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Lacey had gone up to the cash register of the single gas station in the little town of Buckley, Michigan. They had a lomg day on the road ahead of them, about 13 hours to be precise. They were heading back to Bobbys to meet up with Sam and Bobby who had been handling a case closer to home.
Dean and Lacey had just finished up a rather nasty haunting in am old farm house located on the main highway through the small town. The two had tackled the case head on when an old family friend of Laceys had called her asking for her expertise help in ending the torment on the family that had moved into the house that had sat empty for so many years. Obviously she had taken up the case, wanting to keep the family from suffering any permanent damage from the angry spirit who resided there.
Lacey was just checking out with the snacks she had gotten for herself and Dean, engaging the cashier in some small talk when she heard a commotion coming from outside. It caught her attention, so she looked to see Dean in a loud heated argument with another man outside of the store. The very one who had just been rung up before her.
"Shit." She cursed under her beath as she grabbed the items she had purchased off from the counter, glad they were bagged already. She rushed out of the grocery store and tossed the Bag into the open window of the impala before she hurried to Dean and the man he was arguing with. She stepped between them, her hands pushing against Deans chest to hold him back. Instantly his arm snaked around her shoulders. She could feel his tense muscles even beneath the long sleeved plaid shirt he was wearing.
"What's going on?" She asked, her eyes darting between the two men.
"This guy thought it would be funny to joke about the "Babe with the nice rack checking out behind him". " Dean imitated the guys voice and Lacey couldn't help but laugh at that, she didn't show the other man her laughter as she gazed up at Dean her icy blue orbs locking on his.
"And you decided to defend my honor?" Lacey questioned and Dean finally glanced back down at her, his hazel green eyes locking on hers.
"Of course." Dean replied as if that was the simplest answer in the world. She grinned at that as she pressed a kiss to his lips. She then turned to fave the other guy who stood looking slack jawed at the two of them.
"For your information, this babes nice rack is all his. Next time you might want to think before possibly making a perverted comment to the very territorial boyfriend of another "babe"." Lacey said before turning back to Dean not even warranting the man time to respond to her words.
"Come on, Let's get out of here." She said to Dean before giving him a pat on the chest and a kiss yo the Jaw. She then walked around to the passenger side of the impala where she slipped into her seat and watched as Dean did the same on the driver's side. All the while grinning a satisfied little grin was plastered on his face.
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"Maybe we should get a motel for the night..." Lacey suggested as she squinted to see out the windshield. It had begun down pouring and had slowed their commute to a crawl. They could hardly see a 2 feet in front of them as thunder shook the ground. It was intense and there was no way they were going to be able to drive through it.
"According to my GPS there is one just up ahead on the right." Lacey informed Dean who nodded his head and continued to focus intently on the road. When the two of them spotted the motel sign he turned into the parking lot and Lacey dug into the glove compartment. After grabbing some cash she turned to her door, bracing herself before jumping out of the impala and running into the front door of the check in desk. No matter how quickly she would have ran, though she ended up soaked.
She was back a few minutes later, keys in hand as she jumped into the passenger seat, drenched from head to toe.
"I bet you're glad I decided to wear a white shirt today." She teased, although Dean was grinning at the sight of Lacey soaked from head to toe. Her wet shirt clung to every inch of her bosom and toned torso. Her hair dripped down onto the leather seats of the impala and the rain water slid down her face.
"I can honestly say that you'd win a wet tee shirt contest any day... Even if you do look wet dog-ish right now." Dean replied with a teasing grin. "what room are we in?" He then asked.
"Room 17." She answered a grin on her own lips upon hearing his back handed compliment. She lifted a hand to whack him hard on the chest before he began to navigate the impala in the direction of their room.
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By the time the two of them had made it into the motel room they were thoroughly soaked and so we're the duffle bags that Dean had grabbed and brought inside. Here were maybe a few dry items in each bag. Undergarments, a pair of sweats of Deans, a tee shirt of his as well, but a majority of Laceys stuff was wet.
"You totally did that on purpose." Lacey teased as she used a towel from the bathroom to dry off her hair. She had already stripped out of her wet clothes and had hung them up on the shower curtain rod to dry. She had put on a dry pair of bra and panties and had pulled Deans black shirt over the two, not minding one bit if Dean saw her in such a nearly nude state. After all, he had already seen every inch of her as it was.
Dean laughed from where he was kicked back relaxing on the bed, shirtless in only his boxers and the swear pants. His rock hard muscle bound abdomen bare for her viewing pleasure.
"I plead the fifth." Dean replied as Lacey hung the towel up in the bathroom on the towel rack. She stepped out of the bathroom and narrowed her eyes in his direction. She was only playing, though, since she was far from angry.
"Have you gotten through to Sam yet?" Lacey asked as she walked over to the bed.
"No, the storm must have knocked out a tower or something, I've got no service." When Lacey Rachid his side she climbed onto his lap, straddling him as Deans hand lifted to rest on her hips.
"Well, I guess we'll just have to get some rest then and try again in the morning." Lacey said as Deans hands trailed down her thighs and then back up again.
"Rest?" He asked, his brows furrowed as he locked eyes on the beautiful brunette who was sitting on his lap. "If resting is what you've really got in mind, you're going about it in all the wrong ways." Dean informed her and Lacey smirked down at him before she rolled off from him and onto her side of the bed... Or well, she tried to, Dean grabbed a hold of her sides pulling her back into place before she could get too far. "Oh no you don't." He said and she laughed.
Her laughter continued as she wrapped her arms around him and burried her face into the crook of his neck. She placed a kiss there, her laughter dying down completely as she pulled back so that her icy blue eyes could lock on his. Her hands moved to rest on his chest and a soft sigh escaped her lips.
"You know, sometimes I wonder what my life would be like without you." She admitted since that was exactly what was on her mind. She had the thought each and every day and at times, it was enough to cause her to feel physically ill. She never ever wanted to have to experience life without him.
It was as if her words had hit a sore spot in him and Deans eyes averted from hers.
"Dean? What is it?" She asked as he looked back up at her. What she saw in his eyes was sadness and guilt. There was something in his eyes that caused her stomach to drop and when he spoke she knew it was for good reason.
"There is something I have to tell you, Lace... And you're not going to like it." He admitted, his deep voice sounding grave as he spoke. Laceys heart felt as if it was going to burst out of her chest as she rested to a sitting position on his legs. Her eyes searched his face for a hint of what he was about to tell her.
"While you were gone... A lot of things happened. Bobby never told you because I didn't want him to. I didn't want to upset you more than you obviously already were... And after a while, I decided I was going to just keep it all from you, but now that you're back, I know you deserve to know the truth." His face gave away no indication of what he was about to say, in fact, he remained pretty blank faced as his eyes did all of the talking that his face wasn't. They held such a deep rooted pain and guilt that Lacey was almost scared to find out what he had keep so hidden from her.
"While you were gone... Sam died." Laceys eyebrows knit together as she looked at him in confusion.
"But Sam is alive, I saw him just a few days ago... What do you mean he died?" She asked, her voice holding as much confusion as her eyes and face did.
"I made a deal to bring him back, Lace. I had to." and then what he was admitting to struck her. He had made a deal with a demon to bring his brother back... And ultimately sacrificing his own soul. She knew what he was trying to tell her, that he was living on even less time than she had ever thought he had.
"How long do you have, Dean?" She asked, her voice remaining even despite the sudden weight pressing on her chest. She was a moment away from hyperventilating, she felt as if she was struggling to breathe, like someone was kneeling on her chest.
"Less than a year." He finally said.
Lacey didn't say anything for a long time as she stared at Dean. She couldn't believe the words that he had just spoken. They replayed over and over in her head before she finally blinked and pulled herself back to the present.
"Less than a year." She repeated, her voice was choked as she felt the tears wanting to spill. She wouldn't allow them to. After a second she began shaking her head, repeating one single word. "No."
"I can't lose you too. I won't lose you. " She said the tears breaking free despite her best efforts to keep them from spilling down her cheeks. With each word she spoke she wasnt just stating her inability to let him go. She was promising herself that she would do anything and everything in her power to ensure that his soul was never taken to hell. She wasn't simply saying she couldn't lose him, she was saying and promising that she wouldn't lose him.