Chapter 14

The Best Days.

I kind of noticed that in the end of chapter 13 Sam was a little OOC... Sorry.

Sammy was 10 years old, Delia was 13 and Dean was 14.

"Dean." Dean mumbled. It was a hot and humid summer day. Delia's hair was usually out of control but now it was insane. "I'm gonna go and get some water on my hair."

"Okay. Could you bring me something to drink?"

"Yeah. Sure."

Delia came back with two glasses of ginger ale and her hair was dripping all over. "'Ere you go."

"Thanks, 'Lia." Dean kissed her forehead, which had four little beads of water slowly crawling down her face.

Delia started to put her hair into a braid, when Sam walked out. "Delia. Your dad's going out. Said he won't be back until late."

"Thanks for the info dearie!" Delia called as she finished the braid. Sam went back into the house, probably going back to his summer reading.

Dean gave a small smile when he saw the little daisy plant a coupe feet away. He leaned over and plucked two off. Per usual, Delia was absorbed in her book.

Dean put the flowers in her braid. "Whatcha reading?"

"The Giver. It's pretty awful."

"Then why are you reading it?"

"Summer reading. In this world, they just pair you up with somebody. You don't even get to choose! Also, love doesn't exist. For fucks sake. Love doesn't exist!"* Delia tossed the book on the ground. "I'm so done with this book."

"Maybe we should go in Delia. It's getting a little hotter.

"Sounds good."

Delia noticed it right when they got in.

Bobby had left his flask on his desk.

And it was full.

"Dean. Pop left his flask here."

Dean grinned smugly and they went into the living room to get it.

They had left the flask empty.

Delia's hair was mostly dry, so in some parts of the braid, little chunks of hair were escaping so they could give her hell again.

These were some of Delia's favorite days. The ones where they were left to their own devices. They days when her hair tried to defy gravity. The days when Dean and Sam didn't wear 3000 layers. The days when she could work in the garden. The days when Dean had more freckles than ever.

They were also some of Deans favorite days, but for different reasons.

These were the days when there wasn't any school. The days he could sleep with the window open. The days when he could sleep without a blanket and not freeze to death. The days when he could go swimming.

But there was one thing that they each loved about summer.

Delia woke up to the back door squeaking. She crawled out of her bed, grabbed the knife she kept on her dresser and went down the stairs.

When she got to the back door she saw the outline of somebody at the old tree.

She slowly made her way over, and found that it was Dean. He was sitting with an old knitted blanket and a gun next to him.

"What are you doing out here Dean? It's 2am."

"I can't sleep. Sammy's talking in his sleep."

"Ah. That makes sense." Delia sat down next to Dean and he put some of the blanket around her.

They spent the next two hours looking at the stars, kissing and making inside jokes.

Sam woke up at 7am to find that Dean wasn't in bed. He checked Delia's room and she wasn't there either. Dean and Delia never woke up before 9:30 if there wasn't school or a hunt.

"BOBBBBYYYYYYYY!"

Bobby woke up quickly and ran to the sound.

"Dean and 'Lia aren't in bed."

Bobby ran down the stairs and looked around. Nothing. Right as he started to get really worried, he saw two people sitting by the old tree in the back yard.

He looked closer and saw it was his daughter and the older Winchester boy.

"They're out in the yard Sam. Go back to bed."

*That is my feelings on The Giver.

Hope you liked the chapter! Sorry if the first part isn't very good... I was emailing a friend while I was writing it.

Also, you guys probably won't care, but I have a new cousin! Her name is Madison. everybody thought my aunt was going to have a boy.

-Marnie

xoxo