AN: All I can say is it has been a while. I had a baby! Her name is Adrenna Lynn Rush and I am so enthralled in her I am just getting back to this. Sorry for the long long long extra long wait guys I love yall
~CalicoKahlia
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Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or it's characters or anything that I might/may use (dialogue, or moments from the show, etc.) I only own my own original characters, such as Stormee and Carter, some dialogue, the plot, storyline, other OC's, etc.
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Reviews for Chapter 24:
1) 16Marigold:
I love the story so far- I think Stormee is hilarious sometimes :) I'm happy she and Sam are mending their relationship, but what can I say- I'm a Dean girl 3 Awesome story, can't wait for the update, and keep the drama coming! :D
Me: I go back and forth between them and I really missed writing this, I re read it all the time. More drama. Yeah, what they find at the warehouse...still no clue. Its like I'm a reader as I'm writing. It used to all be thought out now I suprise myself. Not too much in here relationship wise though :\ Ill be better!
The drive to Magnolia was short but unpleasant. The state needed to come out and re-pave the potholes and cracks. Evey time we hit one it seemed Dean cried a little inside because of how it might hurt his baby. The Impala, I mean. I surrendered the front seat back to Sam...for now. God knows he's ridden there much more than I have, given he basically grew up in this thing. Ah, if only Dean knew I referred to her as a thing...that would earn me an ear full. Finally, we found a motel about a mile away from the warehouse on San Pablo and I jumped at the chance to stretch my legs.
"Here, Storm," Dean called and tossed me the keys, which I deftly caught. Hunter skills and all. I unlocked the trunk and began to heft three of the duffels out, losing my balance. Sam caught me by the elbow and took two of the three off my hands. But not before I felt the jolt of lighting at his touch.
We made our way inside the room quietly. It was much after dusk because we made a late start from the last motel. The familiar clink of Dean's keys were the only sound in the room as I tossed them onto the nightstand separating two beds..as always. Then followed the pat and huff of army duffels onto the threadbare carpet.
"Sammy, hit that lamp over there," Dean said from the end of the bed. Sam followed the non-order, non-question without hesitation. I had a scenario in my mind that Sam walked over and punched the lamp. Literally. I giggled.
"What?" Dean questioned.
"Nothin'. Nothin'. Just...childish brain activity," I replied, smiling. Sam pulled out his laptop and began canvassing the area surrounding the warehouse. Dean turned on the boob tube and sat at the end of his bed.
"So get this," Sam began as usual. "It used to be home to the local slaughterhouse in the seventies." He turned the laptop around and Dean and I leaned closer. "But it was closed and deemed unsafe for the public because...get this...it was set on fire May 2nd, 1983."
"Get what?" I asked as Dean leaned back warily. "What? What is it?"
"Its my birthday. Not just the every year thing, like..." Sam stated.
"The actual day he was birthed." Dean shudders.
"I'm not sure that's the way you're supposed to say that, Dean," I said and looked back to Sam. I sat back on the bed next to Dean. "So, it was set on fire then I'm guessing the fire caused irreparable damage? So why did Carter want to send me there? And why did it happen on your birthday?"
"Why does anything happen like it does?" Sam questioned rhetorically and he met my eyes for a split second. I'm sure he wasn't just referring to the sorta-case.
"Alright, lets hit the hay. Gonna head out early to recon this pile of tin," Dean stood and clapped his hands, heading for the bathroom. I shuddered at the thought of early... Sam seemed to read my mind.
"Haven't you noticed his definition of early is noonish after bacon?" He laughed and I smiled too. I liked seeing him look happy after so many days of mourning...over Jessica... Not that I'm going to be selfish and be like all jealous...I understand..completely. But, there's still the part of me that wishes he wouldn't have gone in the first place. He could've avoided this hearthache by staying with Dean and I. Or could he, my subconscious stated blatantly.
The shower began running and I just sat and stared at the corner of the TV box. Three full minutes later, it shut back off and dean came out drying his hair. Sam was still tap-tap-tapping away at the keys on his computer. I took the liberty of the bathroom.
I rinsed my face off in front of the mirror and threw my hair into a messy knot. I'll shower in the morning. I brushed my teeth and undressed. Looking around the room I noticed my mistake. Why did I always forget my bag? I opened the door and leaned out, half-coverring myself with the door. "Dean..." I started. He cut me off.
"Got it, Storm." He knows me so well, I thought as he handed me my duffel and winked. I smiled my thanks before shutting the door. I hopped in the shower anyway. Lathering up with my own body wash, I felt clean enough and rinsed. I jumped out and wrapped a scratchy towel around myself. After drying and dressing...well putting a familiar tee and boyshorts on, I headed into the main room. Sam stood, glancing at his old tee shirt and walked into the bathroom quietly. Dean was already in bed.
"Think I could change sleeping with you by the door, Dean?" I asked quietly. I was drunk last night. I didn't want to just sleep in the same bed with Sam again, after all that's happened with Jessica. He needs time. And I need...Hell, I don't know what I need. He's replies by lifting the covers and I slide in next to him. Turning towards the center of the room, I wad the covers against my chest. Dean stays on his back but hooks his left arm under my neck and onto my shoulder. He's not so great with words but he can show a lot of sympathy. He understands. And I love him for it.
The bathrom light clicked off. Sam emerged in a towel. The only light was the TV and the TV's light glinting off the beads of water collecting on his chest and stomach. He clicks off the TV and my eyes haven't adjusted yet. Then I hear the swoosh of the towel hit the floor. It comes slowly, like a dimness in the corner turning everything hues of blue. When my vision returns, Sam stands before me, naked back turned towards me. Sweats on. He slides into the bed...farthest from the door. I close my eyes and hear the covers against covers sound of him tossing and turning. Dean turns behind me, tightens his arm and pulls me closer. I nuzzle into his arm. That Dean smell. I dream of different shades of blue tonight.