Okay I've now realized I could take this to a whole other story after this mess is cleared up, the trick though is to get Brookey babe to help …..(Hint , hint)

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Chapter- 10

Dean walked into the motel room and saw the note left by his brother and father that they were at the Sky Bar. They'd be back later on. Dean tossed his keys on the nightstand. He peeled his shirt off, then his T-shirt, his jeans, as he walked into the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror, his hazel eyes looking back at him; they looked a little defeated. He turned on the shower and let it run for a few minutes. Then climbed inside letting the scalding hot water remove this God awful day from his body.

Sam and John walked into the room and looked at the clothes that were thrown all over the place. John shook his head as Sam picked them up.

"I'm glad to see that he hasn't changed in his old age."

Sam smiled at his father's comment. Dean was never a nice, neat kind of guy, only once in a while did he clean, but he wasn't a slob either. Sam was a little surprised to come back and find the Impala sitting in the parking lot. After his little out burst of leaving the hunt, leaving the family business to go after a girl. Sam smirked to himself, he did the same damn thing, but Dean was back already.

Dean came out of the bathroom and knew he was going to catch some crap, but not sure how much.

"I'll be there early in the morning so we can go actually into the manor and check this place out and get the nasty out of there. Night boys."

Okay so Dean wasn't expecting that, he thought his father was going to say something about his being there. Sam only watched him with his eyes, wanting to say something but not sure what he could say without getting hurt.

"What Sam?" Dean asked him as he grabbed a clean nightshirt and pants.

"Nothing Dean."

"Good then lets get some sleep so we can get this manor thing taken care of and leave." If Bree didn't want him then he'd have to leave, he didn't know what came over him to stay here, he had to be out of his mind telling his brother and father that he was done, out, not hunting anymore. But its what he did. He watched Sam climb into the bed next to him and lay his head down. Dean lay on his back staring at the ceiling for a long time before his mind shut down, along with the rest of his body.

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"Why Dean, just tell me why you left?" Her voice echoed over and over in his mind as he looked down at the ground at the coffin that was just lowered into the ground. His father and brother would dig her out and burn her body into grey ash. She wouldn't want to be a ghost haunting any one. His brother put a hand on Dean's shoulder and gave it a squeeze before he walked away John stood by the preacher that read from the bible. Funny how all your life you don't believe in some thing and then one day you are listening to a reading out of the holiest places.

Bree had gone with them to the manor, she and Sam went one way Dean and John, the manor although driving the EMF reader crazy was quiet, nothing really out of the ordinary. A few noises, children's laughter when there wasn't any kids around. Then Sam and Bree ran into Lucy. Next thing Dean knew Sam was screaming for him as Bree was laying on the ground with a steel rod rammed threw her stomach. Dean almost vomited on the spot. He walked over to Bree, knowing this time when she closed her eyes it was going to be the last time.

"Dean, please don't leave." She tried to say, but nothing happened, Dean placed her head on his knees as he tried to cradle her in his arms. A second later she was gone.

Dean's eyes popped open, it took a little while for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, but he was more than pleased he was in his bed. He knew it was a nightmare but it scared him knowing that he couldn't save her this time. He sighed deeply before turning over onto his stomach and going back to sleep.

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Bree had cried herself to sleep; it wasn't a dream filled one though. She woke up and saw something lying on the floor. Jamie had shoved the picture under her door. Bree slide out of bed and picked up the photo. She sniffed back a sob as she fingered the picture. Placed it on her pillow. Bree went into her bathroom when another flash entered her mind.

"What? You what? You're such an asshole" Bree yelled at a younger man, about her age. Dean had walked over and grabbed her arm. "You could of gotten killed Bree. I'm not going to let that happen. So what if I had to do what I did?"

Bree was madder then mad, she couldn't even remember why she was mad, but it was all Dean's fault. John had seen Bree starting to bum rush Dean to tackle him, but John intervened at grabbed her arm, all she could do was kick out a leg and it hit John instead of Dean. All three stopped for a second as John put her down and she shrank away from him. John only smiled at her.

"I think I'll let you two sort out your mess." John walked away shaking his head as he heard the sound of flesh getting slapped. And a "What the hell was that for?"

Bree looked in the mirror; it was a memory it was her memory. She was so excited, she still wasn't sure on the whole how she felt for Dean but she had to find him to tell she had a flash of memory. She flew out of her bedroom, grabbed her shoes, and ran down the stairs almost falling over them. She reached for her keys. She left the house almost sprinting to her car, pulled out of the driveway and sped down the road to the motel.

15 minutes later she skidded to a stop, not stopping to even see what time it was. She went to the front desk, and asked which room Dean Winchester was in. The girl looked her over before telling her. Just as Bree's luck would have it, it started to pour with rain as she walked to the end of the motel parking lot. She saw the Impala sitting there. She ran her fingers over the cold metal of the car before walking over to the door to pound on it. She didn't care that it was pouring right now, that her curls where out of control. After the first few knocks the door opened.

"Bree, what are you doing here?" Dean demandedOkay, she should have called first.

"I had to come here and tell you that I had like a flash of memory. Um... I was trying to kill you, or I was mad at you and kicked John instead of you."

Dean stood there with a blank stare, he knew what she was talking about, and he was still pissed at her for well making him talk about his feelings. He didn't really want to face his feelings right now. Right now he wanted to get some more sleep and then finish this job so he could get the hell out of there.

"Bree, I'm glad that you had your flash of memory, but really why are you telling me? Why are you here Bree? Just go home because after tomorrow…"

"You're leaving again." Bree finished for him; crossing her arms and frowning.

It was still raining and Dean still hadn't offered for her to come in, she nodded like she understood and smiled.

"Goodbye then Dean." She reached up to touch his face then turned to walk away. She though for sure that he'd be happy for her and a little more than "Oh great, good for you, now get lost".

Watching her walk back to her car, he started feeling like a heel. First he had made her cry now he was just shutting her out. He turned to go back into the room, when he say his brother standing there giving him that look.

"You are just going to let her leave Dean we came all this way, you found her, she's alive and your letting her go? What the hell is wrong with you? If I had a second chance with Jess, if this was Jess I would have gone after her, if Dad had a second chance he'd drop every thing to be with Mom."

"I'm not you, Sam, or Dad." Dean's eyes went back to the Caliber idleing in the parking lot, she was just sitting there looking at him. Finally she turned on her headlights and put the car in drive. He still didn't do anything. Bree sighed and left, she missed the dark form going to the Impala and missed the headlights turning on.

She didn't notice the car following her until she was on the long stretch of road she drove to unwind. She had been singing to herself, when she noticed the wide spread headlights. She drove for about 5 more miles before the car started flashing its headlights at her. She slowed her car down, watched the other car slow down, and backed off a little. She finally pulled her car off to the side of the road and turned off the ignition.

Dean sighed in relief a few more miles and the Impala would have been out of gas. He watched as she turned off her car. He saw the driver side door open and Bree stepped out of the car, still drenched from before, but now the rain had let up a little. Dean decided to get out of his car and go talk to her, he wasn't sure why he was being a jerk.

The rain wasn't as cold as it was before, but she was shivering just the same as she walked towards Dean.

"So, you don't want me anymore but you can't let me go." Bree asked slightly amused.

"I never said I didn't want you, oh my God, from the first time I saw you kicking my car I wanted you. Bree, I did everything in my power to get your attention. Just after this job give me a few days with you please?" What Sam said to Dean sunk in if he didn't just tell this girl how much he loved her he'd regret it, and he already regretted to much as it was.

She reached up and cradled his cheek in her palm, he closed his eyes and leaned into the touch, reaching his hand to cover hers.

She smiled as she removed her hand and placed it on his chest.

"I'll think about."

Now she was playing hard to get.

She went back to her car, her hair dripping wet down her back. He heard the ingnition start and watched as she drove off. He turned around and went back to the Impala, kicking the wheels like doing that would make all the anger and confusion inside him leave.

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"So Lucy is the one haunting the manor?" Dean asked as he layed back on one of the beds.

Sam shook his head, "No, she's doing something in there. She's... I don't know, summoning these spirits and making them do her dirty work."

"So, her getting pushed through the window?"

"Only so we'd be put off, a red herring." Dean nodded and closed his eyes.

Sam put down the paper he was reading and looked over at Dean. "Dean... Um, what did Bree say when you stoped her?"

Deans eyes snapped open. "Who said she stopped?"

Sam's cheeks turned a light shade of crimson. "I was just assuming, I mean, you came back. After all."

"Sam I don't want to talk about." He said as he walked to the bathroom

The next thing that came out of his mouth surprised the both of them, "I saw you in the chapel at the hospital Dean."

Dean turned away from the bathroom door and faced Sam and raised his eyebrows.

"Sam, why would you act so surprised that I was in the chapel, a lot of people go when something horrible happens, we all beg for the bad things to go away." Dean shrugged as he walked closer to the bathroom.

"Is that the deal, the promise you made with God, if he let Bree live, did you promise God you'd let all the evil run around on earth?"

"I didn't say that. I said I'd give up the scams, the bad things."

Sam was only trying to get his brother to show some kind of emotion to what happened, not shut everyone out. What he didn't expect was Dean slamming him into the wall. Dean was the smaller of the two, but man, he was a rampaging bull sometimes.

"Sam, what I did or didn't promise with God has nothing to do with Bree so just leave it alone. What was said between me and Bree on the side of the road is none of your business. So you and Dad can stop prying in to my life."

Dean let go of his brother and watched him walk out of the room back over to the Impala, he was going to get some more gas, maybe go hustle a dumb ass local at the nearest bar out of money, then when he was good and calm, or just, you know, drunk, he'd come back and sleep it off.

Sam sat back down on the bed and reached for his cell phone, he knew his dad did something to break this cute couple up. If he was going to have Dean in a funk, this hunt was not going to work very well.

"Dad, hey... You need to talk to Bree, something happened, something bad... Dean isn't here... What? Oh well in the morning then... I'll go with you if you want... Something is just wrong... Okay dad good night." Sam hung up the phone, not ready to except that Dean and Bree only had a fight. He grabbed his jacket and called a cab to come pick him up.

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Moments later, actualy 3:30 am Sam was standing under a street light by the house that Bree lived in. He walked up the steps and was going to knock when the door swung open. Bree was standing in the door way. She startled Sam a little bit.

She saw the look of confusion and suprise on his face and felt she had to explain how she just opened the door as soon as he reached out to knock. "I saw you walking up the drive way." Sam's confusion visibly fell from his face. "Plus I couldn't sleep. Sorry if I startled you." Bree had gone home only to find Jamie left a note saying the play ws postponed and that he was going with friends camping for the weekend, if she needed anything to call. So when she got home there was nothing for her to do and no one for her to talk to, so she laid down on the couch ,just staring off into space.

"Come on in, I'll make breakfast."

Who was Sam to decline a free meal. Sam followed her into the house, closing the door behind him. He followed her into the kitchen. She hadn't changed her clothes since she was speaking with Dean, she was sopping wet. Her hair was up in a bun but she still looked pretty good. Sam don't go there she's Dean's problem right now, but god the way her tank top was clinging to her.

"Sam, over easy?" She dipped her head to meet Sam eye's. He was distant.

"I'm sorry that's fine." He told her as he watched her throw butter in to a pan and pour the egg out of its shell at the same time. He watched with interest as she flipped the eggs in the pan and slid them onto plates, along with the sausage she had been cooking.

"So what brings you here Sam?" She asked him, wondering why Dean's brother was coming here to talk to her.

"I .. um was wondering if you knew who threw you out of the window?"

"Lucy." Her answer was straight forward enough. Sam's eyes widened as he watched her set the plates on the table.

"Lucy? You know her?"

Bree nodded her head. "Yeah, she's the town crazy." She put her her finger to her head and spun it around a few times.

"Uh, did you tell the police that she was the one who pushed you?"

"No, they won't do anything, she's been arrested for more things then I can poke a stick at." She shugged, "She always get off some way or anyother."

She sighed as she sat down, "So Sam why are you here?"

"I think my dad had something to do with Dean, being well Dean" He told her as he stabbed at his eggs.

"He did." Sam head shot up, "He asked me to break Dean's heart, but that plan back fired badly, even though he got his son back. Do you want some coffee?" She stood up to brew some.

"My dad asked you to… I get it, so Dean would come back and not leave the hunting. I'm so sorry Bree, my dad has the manners of a, wait... my dad has no manners." He heard Bree laugh.

"It's funny how I remember John, and hearing about you, but why can't I remember your brother at all?" She pondered out loud while Sam ate his breakfast quietly, but getting more pissed off at his father, why couldn't he just leave her well enough alone.