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Thea & Dean Series
Asshole
Her hands are wrapped tightly around the steering wheel, clenching so tightly it hurts. If there isn't an indent in the steering wheel, then hell, she'll be impressed. The shinny orange judge skirts in and out of cars, desperately trying to keep her mind focused on something other than that…that asshole.
He'd lied to her!
She'd seen the recognition in his eyes, the soft edges of comfort, the longing. She'd felt the pull to him, so strong she'd almost jumped into his arms. They'd been more than just friends , now she had the proof. All in the little black device sitting on the seat next to her, her saving grace.
How lucky she'd been to sneak it from Sam, the big brother she'd never had. Sam who'd always been so sweet and honest to her. At least he wasn't an, well, an ass like his big brother. How she'd managed not to strangle him, she had no clue.
Asshole!
Thankfully the phone had been unlocked, the screen saver blank and generic. All the evidence of her, of Dean, of whatever relationship they had had at one point was there. Photos that she cant remember, in a kitchen, on a deck, in a backyard that all looked like hers. Some it was her and Dean, others her and Sam, sometimes all three. In a rare few there was another dude, old style trucker cap and beard, gruff with affection.
Scanning through the recent calls, she found one number the most predominate. Summoning all the courage she had, she'd called the number. Fighting the urge to slam the phone down, to throw it out a window she let it ring.
"Ya? Sam?"
"No…I'm not Sam."
"Who the hell is this?!"
"My name's Thea, I was hoping you'd be able to help me."
"Thea's dead, this ain't funny. You let those boys go right now, ya hear? I swe-"
"Bobby please, listen. I woke up with no memory of who I am or why I lost it. I stole Sam's phone cause Dean wasn't listening to me. Please. You have to help me."
Nothing. The line was silent.
"If you're Thea-"
"Red Hots." What the hell? Where had that come from?
"Is this really you? But you died, you're dead. Just like De-just like Dean." A heavy sigh. "Aight then, meet me here, 8595 Sherborne Lane, Sioux Falls, South Dakota. I'll see ya then. If you're lyin to me, I'll kill ya." The line cut.
Pushing her foot down harder on the pedal she sped off, spitting gravel in the rearview.
Dead? How was that possible?
All she knew was this. Her memory was gone, like completely fucked, only little snippets every now and then. Her only hope was some old trucker in a greasy ball cap. That the epic love of her life had lied to her.
Asshole.