Blondie 20000: Well someone had to step from the circle and make the story interesting! :)
Vrskaandrea: Yes, the girls heard it too...
CHAPTER 41
***Sam and Dean are in separate rooms, they are just telling the same story. To help, Sam will be written in italics.***
Dean and Megan returned to Deans room. Dean poured them both three fingers of whiskey and they sat at the small table.
"Hey, why did Sam call you 'Dean'?" Megan asked as she carefully ran an antiseptic wipe over the injured side of Deans hand.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Sam, he called you 'Dean'."
"Did he?"
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"Yeah, a couple of times at the house and I think you said it once at the diner." Marnie said accepting the beer Sam held out.
"Oh, well." Sam began as he sat on the sole bed in Marnies room. "It's a nick name."
"A nick name?" Marnie asked sceptically.
"Yeah see, um, our mom was killed when I was just six months old." Sam began, launching into the agreed upon story.
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"I'm sorry" Megan looked at Dean with a sad smile.
"Thanks" She said with a shrug. "Anyway, our dad, well it kinda broke him and he dragged us around the place hunting the supernatural."
"So that's how you got into this?" Megan asked.
"Yeah. See it was just the three of us..."
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"...And dad was away on hunts a lot so it just left Dana and me. She took care of me, my whole life." Sam took a drink and cleared his throat. "She made my meals, made sure I had clothes to wear, helped with my homework. She was...is...the closest thing to a mom I ever had. But when I was little I was small for my age..."
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"..A real shrimp, all arms and legs. Took him forever to grow into himself." Dean smiled at the memory. "But it made him a target for bullies. At first when he was real young it was just teasing and stuff, then it began to escalate. Deliberately bumping him to drop his books, tripping him. Stuff like that."
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"It didn't help always being the new kid. I'd get there in the middle of the semester, everybody had already made their friends, found their groups. It was easier to buddy up with the loners. It gave me friends, someone to talk to but it just made everything worse. By second grade I was the target for every fifth grade bully on the planet."
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"He was small and they'd just hone in on him, so I would step in and defend him. A six year old doesn't care who's protecting him, just that they were being protected."
"But you're a girl!" Megan interrupted.
"With a mean right hook! My dad had to make sure I could take care of Sammy when he wasn't there so he trained me to protect him from the beginning. And protect him I did. I got suspended from a few schools but mostly just got warnings."
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"Anyway eventually I got old enough to realise that the other kids sisters didn't fight for them. I was embarrassed that my sister would always step in to fight my battles so I started to tease her about it. I told her that she should have been born a boy because that's how she was behaving and I started to call her Dean. We made a compromise, she taught me how to fight so I could defend myself but she would always be there on the outside, watching, ready to step in. But the name stuck. Dad hated it!" Sam said finishing his beer.
Marnie stood and walked over to Sam. She placed her hands on his shoulder and looked him in the eye.
"Sounds like you had a pretty hard life." She said.
"Yeah." He shrugged on shoulder. "But I had Dana and she had me."
"Sounds a bit like me and Megan. She was always pulling the big sister knows best thing on me too."
"But not tonight." Sam said, sliding his hands up to hold Marnies hips. "You took care of her tonight."
"Of course I did. She's my sister."
Sam pulled Marnie closer.
"Did I tell you how hot that was?" He growled in a low voice.
"Not recently." Marnie purred back.
Sam stood, picking Marnie up in the process. He kissed her as her wrapped her legs around his waist. Turning around Marnie squealed as he threw her to the mattress before crawling up the bed to cover her with his body. Giggling Marnie began to unbutton Sams shirt as he nuzzled into her neck and ran his hand up under her T-shirt.
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"I get it you know." Megan said as she carefully place an adhesive bandage over Deans burn.
"Get what?" Dean asked twisting her hand to look at Megan's work.
"That overprotective sibling thing." Megan said. "Marnie, she's smart as a whip but she's always been a bit socially awkward. Didn't help that when she was little she had a terrible lisp. She'd get picked on all the time."
Dean just watched Megan as she spoke.
"I mean we had a mom and dad to cook for us and keep us safe and tuck us in at night but they were always working. Mom was a cashier and dad was a plumber, they wanted a better life for us than they had so they worked long hours to pay for speech therapy and athletics camps and college. Anyway it left Marnie and me by ourselves a lot. Our parents didn't know about the bullying, Marnie refused to say anything because she didn't want to get anyone in trouble, so I spent hours working on her therapy lessons with her and before too long the lisp was gone but I still watched over her like a hawk. Anyone came too close and 'wham'!" Megan laughed.
"You're a good sister." Dean said spinning her empty glass.
Megan could see sadness in her eyes.
"It helped having parents who cared for us."
"Oh! Our dad loved us..." Dean began, defending their dad was second nature.
"I know! I just mean, you did everything for Sam. You fed him and clothed him."
"Someone has to take care of him." Dean said with a shrug.
Megan stood and moved to stand in front of Dean. She straddled her legs and sat in her lap.
"I think, for tonight, someone needs to take care of you."
Megan rested her hands on Deans shoulders and leaned in to place a tender kiss on her lips. Dean wrapped her arms around Megan and pulled her close returning the kiss with as much tenderness as she could pour into it.
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Dean dropped their bags in the trunk of the Impala and closed the lid.
"Well this was an adventure I'm not likely to forget anytime soon." Megan said as she wrapped her arms around Dean and pressed up against her.
"Me neither." Dean tucked a stray lock of hair behind Megan's ear then kissed her.
"You've got my number and my email right?" Marnie asked as she and Sam left her room.
"Course I do." He tightened the arm he had wrapped around her shoulder. "I'll email you as soon as I finish the book you gave me and let you know what I thought."
They stopped by the car. Marnie looked up at Sam.
"I'm so glad I met you." She smiled. "Thank you for everything."
She stretched up on her tip toes to place a kiss on his cheek.
"Really, five times and all he gets in public is a peck on the cheek?" Dean stage whispered to Megan.
Both Sam and Marnie blushed but Sam smirked and leaned down for a more thorough goodbye kiss.
"That's more like it." They heard Megan murmur.
"So what do you do when you see a ghost?" Dean asked the sisters.
"Oh don't worry. Visiting haunted houses has completely fallen of my things-to-Do list!" Megan said, nodding seriously.
"That's my girl." Dean said.
"But we will call you if we hear of anything that might fall into your area of expertise."
"Make sure you do." Dean said as she reluctantly let go of Megan and climbed into the car.
Sam kissed Marnie quickly one more time then opened Baby's door and got into the drivers seat. He started the car and with a quick wave drove out of the motel lot.
"We could have stayed longer. I mean they didn't run screaming when they found out about what we do and you and Marnie had a lot in common." Dean said when they were just down the road.
"What, and you and Megan weren't a good match?"
"Hot sex but there's no real future in it. I mean you want to explain the sudden change from Dana to Dean?"
"Gender reassignment?" Sam said with a laugh.
"Bitch!"
"Jerk!" Sam chuckled. "But you're right, our situation is a strange one. We'll keep in touch but my life isn't really relationship friendly."
"Fair call, but you know, if anything happens she could always be your back up plan."
"What do you mean, 'if anything happens'?" Sam asked.
"Nothing." Dean said. "So where are we off to now?