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Chapter 11

The world we knew

Won't come back

The time we've lost

Can't get back

The life we had

Won't be ours again

This world will never be

What I expected

And if I don't belong

Even if I say

It will be alright

Still I hear you say

You want to end your life

Now and again we try

To just stay alive

Baby we'll turn around

Cause it's not too late

It's never too late

~Three Days Grace-Never Too Late~

Dean

Sometimes it feels like nothing in life goes the way you planned it and others it seems like things go perfectly. I can tell you right now that a perfect moment is very rare and they are few and far between the messed up ones. But they are worth waiting for. Just imagine a time that you have planned for and you are getting so excited because it's so close to revealing what you have planned to everyone else. Then the time comes and it's everything that you wished for and more. That's a feeling that everyone needs to have at least once in their life and as for me I have only had one perfect moment. Although I doubt the other person thought so.

You see I spent forever to work up the nerve to ask Katie out and let's just say what I had planned well for lack of a better word was going to perfect. I had this idea about going to her house and coming up with a reason for her to go out to the garden with me. The garden her mother had planted before she died and it was also the first place that I acknowledged that I had more than friendly feelings for Katie. Not to her just to myself. Anyways we would go to the garden and I would talk about the different plants and other varies things so she would get caught up in the conversation and then I would ask her out. But like most things in life that didn't work out as I planned.

As soon as my dad, Sam, and I got to her house I could tell something was wrong. Katie and Bobby were throwing things in their car and running around like mad men. My dad told us to stay in the car and went to talk with Bobby, It didn't take long for him to return and we were told that we were off another hunt. By nightfall I wondered if we were going to stop and get a hotel or if my dad planned to drive all night. I would have guessed that he was planning on the latter but then he stopped and we got two hotel rooms. When I had carried in all the bags I went to Katie's room and knocked on the door. Of course it was Bobby who answered instead and told me Katie was downstairs at the vending machines we had seen on the way inside. So Bobby wouldn't know how anxious I was I made sure he had closed the door before I made a beeline for the stairs. Once I spotted her I had no idea what I was going to do, so like any other boy would do I pushed her and made her drop the things in her hands.

"Dean, what was that for?" she asked looking really mad.

I guess driving for hours on end and being stuck in a car had not put her in the best of moods. Of course being a guy I didn't notice at first. But far be it for me to let on that I actually felt sorry for her, I mean I had suffered too. So I looked at her smiled and then looked at what she had dropped.

"Oreo Cookies and a butterfinger, what a very nutriental breakfast," I told her keeping my cocky I know everything grin in place. It was hard to just drop everything and help her but I knew that she would just say thank you and be on her way. No, I needed her to stay for just a little bit longer, this may not be the garden but still I was determined to do what I had planned to do there.

"Why don't you just go upstairs and pester your dad?" she asked and I could tell that she was not going to be easy to talk to.

We both reached down for the dropped items at the same time bumping each other's heads. When I looked over at Katie I could tell she was about to scream at me so that left only one thing for me to do. Without taking another moment to think things through I reached over and kissed her. At first I thought that what I had done was a big mistake. Katie looked at me like I had lost my mind and I was just about to get up and walk away when I barely heard her speak.

"Why did you do that?" she asked getting up.

It took me a moment to think about if I should answer her truthfully or just play this off as something I did as a joke. If you know me you probably think that I did the latter but to my surprise and probably yours to I actually took the risk.

"Because I wanted to," I answered not looking at her.

She walked over to me until she was standing right in front of me. I thought that she was going to yell at me but to my surprise she put her fingers underneath my chin and raised my head until I was looking her in the eyes.

"Did you really want to?" she asked and I could see that she was afraid that I was joking and hadn't meant it.

"Yeah," I answered her.

Then I took her hand from underneath my chin and put it to my heart. "Every time I get close to you my heart speeds up and I can't think straight," I told her hoping that I wasn't scaring her by opening up a little too much.

But to my surprise she threw herself into my arms and kissed me. Then she pulled back and looked at me.

"You better mean it," she told me turning around to pick up the forgotten dropped items.

"Oh, trust me I do," I told her bending down and helping her get everything.

"So you have your Oreos and your butterfinger what else do you need?" I asked her grinning from ear to ear.

"Twinkies," she replied getting up and heading towards the vending machine.

"What do you need Twinkies for?" I asked really wondering why she needed all this junk food.

"It's all part of my nutriental dinner," she explained.

"Really why have I never heard this before?" I asked pulling her away from the vending machine and towards me.

"Well maybe you haven't been listening," she replied.

Then we kissed again and all I could think was that this was a perfect moment.

I guess I should tell you that although sometimes you plan for something so hard that you have every little detail down to a T, not everything goes as we plan. As you can see my plan didn't work out at all but still I got what I wanted. I guess what I am trying to say is that even if things turn out completely the opposite of what you want them to; it can still turn into a perfect moment. Cause sometimes the most perfect moments happen to be the ones we never planned for.

Katie

Sometimes I wonder if Dean will ever change. When we were younger and dating he never listened and now that he is supposed to be older and wiser he still doesn't listen. I keep telling him that we should just let Sam go for awhile and try what I like to call a sneak attack. While Sam and Ruby think that we are following them we go to places that Ruby has her goons at and make sure that they don't break the seals. But no Dean will not even listen to what I have to say. The only thing he tells me is that we have to follow Sam; we have to get Sam back. I'm all for getting Sam back but sometimes I wonder if Dean sees the bigger picture or is it all about getting Sam back. When we talk about this we usually end up fighting so I try to talk about it as little as possible. Though sometimes it is really hard to not bring it up and ask why he just wants to follow Sam.

Right now I am sitting in a hotel room in the middle of nowheresville wondering what is taking Dean so long to get food. I am just about to give up on him and go to bed when I hear a knock at my door.

"It's about time," I say thinking its Dean but wondering why he is knocking.

Boy am I surprised when I open the door and there stands Sam on the other side. I can't think of anything to say so I just stand there like a dummy and stare at him.

"Are you going to let me in?" he asks.

"Oh, Yeah," I reply moving out of the way of the door.

I have no idea why he is here and something tells me that he didn't just come by for catching up.

"Listen I know that you and Dean are following Ruby and I and I think that you should just stop. Okay? I mean I am going to stop this from happening and I don't need to be worrying what kind of trouble you two are in," Sam tells me getting straight to the point.

"Us in trouble I think that it is more like you getting into trouble. I mean what do you really know about Ruby. Other than the sex is good there is probably nothing that you can tell me about her," I told him getting angry.

"I know that she is trying to help me stop this from happening and that she actually cares about me," Sam all but yells at me.

He starts walking towards me until I am backed up against the wall.

"What do you mean that she is the only one who cares about you Sammy? I care about you, my dad cares about you, and Dean sure as hell cares about you," I yell at him.

"No, you don't get it," he tells me and I can tell that I am not talking to Sam anymore.

Before I get a chance to move he has me pinned against the wall and his hands are choking me.

"Sam... I ... I can't breathe," I wheeze out.

"You need to tell Dean to stop following me," he tells me in a calm and controlled voice while loosening his grip on my neck a little bit.

Doing this he has made it where enough oxygen can reach my brain and I can think. But instead of trying to get away from him I look Sam in the eyes and ask him the question that I want answered the most.

"Why? Why should we quit following you. If you have all this under control than why are you attacking one of your best friends? Huh Sam why? It's Ruby and you know it," I yell at him with what little voice I have left.

For a moment I thought I saw my Sam returning but then that glimmer is gone and his eyes are completely black. Then he grabs my arms and throws me on the floor.

"You want to know why, because I can. Ruby is going to help me get what I want and then there is nothing you or Dean can do to stop me. YOU HEAR ME!!!!!!! THER IS GOING TO BE NOTHING THAT YOU OR DEAN AND DO TO STOP ME," he yells at me.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I ask him picking myself up off the floor.

He just looks at me and then his eyes turn to their normal color and I think that I am going to get a straight answer. Until he is standing right in front of me and backhands me. All I can feel is the sting on my check and when I look up I know that all hell is fixing to break loose.

Standing in the doorway is Dean and I can tell by the look on his face that he has just seen Sam hit me. Before I have a chance to react Dean has tackled Sam to the floor and they are beating each other to death. I quickly get up and try to maneuver myself in between them. Finally I am able to grab Dean and pull him off of Sam. I get Dean into a corner while Sam just sits there on the ground looking like he has no idea what is going on.

I thought I was taking care of Dean until he makes me sit on the bed and starts checking out my cheek. He puts his fingers on my cheek and at first I think that the coolness will feel good but it only makes it sting and I pull back from his touch. Finally gaining his composer Dean turns around and to Sam and tells him,

"GET OUT!"

Sam gets up and then starts to walk over to me. Dean almost goes to attack him again but I put my hand out grabbing a hold of his shirt.

"I told you to get out," Dean tells him trying to keep his composer.

"I just want to tell her I am sorry," Sam explains. "And to tell her that I didn't mean it. I don't know what came over me. One moment we were talking and in the next she is on the floor and my hand. . ."

"We know what you did with your hand," Dean interrupts him through clenched teeth.

"Listen Dean I," Sam tries to explain again but Dean won't let him finish.

"Get out," Dean says grabbing him by the arm and leading him to the door.

Then Dean opens the door and pushes him out of the room. After he closes the door Dean leans against it and I can tell that, that took a lot out of him. I get off the bed and walk up to him. Putting my arms on his shoulder I try to comfort him.

"I'm sorry," I tell him hoping to make things a little bit better.

"Sorry for what?" he asks turning around to face me.

"I'm sorry that I keep asking you why we have to go after Sam. I know why now. That wasn't the Sam I knew. I mean he was at first but then his eyes changed and then he changed and I don't know if any of this is making sense. But I know why we have to get him back," I tried to explain.

He looks stunned and for a moment I think that I have said the wrong thing but then he pulls me into a hug and I know that he understands.

"So now what are we going to do for dinner?" I ask him noticing the takeout food lying on the ground.

"I saw a vending machine downstairs," he answers me.

"And what were you planning on getting?" I ask him giggling a little bit at the memory his words bring forth.

But then I stop laughing because it hurts my check. I raise my hand to rub it but before I even get halfway there, Dean has grabbed my hand and his own is rubbing small soothing circles on my cheek.

"Were going to need a lot more than Oreo's and a Butterfinger to make this better," I tell him.

He looks at me for a moment and then drops his hand. He pulls out his wallet and gets out a few dollars and some change. Then he looks back at me and smiles.

"It may not make everything better but it's a start," he tells me grabbing my hand and leading me out the door.

For a moment I forget that Sam was here and what he just did. For a moment it is just me and Dean. And for a moment all I can think is that this is as close to perfect as we are going to get.

A/N- The song at the beginning of this chapter was Three Days Grace-Never Too Late.