Disclaimer: I do not have any links to the creators or writers of Supernatural, therefore only new characters and situations are mine.

A/N: Unlike the shows writers this story is not related to a story that can be researched, pure figment of a warped mind.

Supernatural – Ghost Town

Chapter 5 – Farewell

As Dean drove back to town a fear gripped him; that kiss may have been her thought form, but it was goodbye. He didn't want to believe that yet, he needed answers that only she had. Yeah, he might remember in time, but he never liked waiting.

They drove up to the hospital and walked up to the desk.

"Two people were brought in from a road crash outside of Endee, a man and a woman," Dean told the girl on the desk. "Could you tell me which ward they're in?"

The woman looked at him, "you a relative?"

"She was our aunt," Dean lied.

"Oh, I'll just see if the doctor will see you." She disappeared into another room and they could see her talking to someone.

When she came out she said, "if you'd like to come with me the doctor will see you in a minute." She led them into a small room and left them.

"Either she knows you're lying, or something's wrong," Sam stated.

"Yeah, something's wrong, I can feel it," Dean replied angrily.

"Hey, calm down. I don't know what the problem is, but this isn't you."

When the doctor entered Sam was seated patiently but Dean was stood staring out of the window, his hands clenched.

"Would you like to sit down," the young female doctor asked. Dean barely moved so the doctor addressed Sam, "I understand the lady was your aunt?"

"Yes, aunt Rebecca," Sam replied.

Dean's head snapped round, "you said was. What do you mean was?" his voice was angry.

"I'm sorry perhaps you ought to sit down," the young woman said calmly. Dean waved his arm to dismiss the idea. The woman continued, "she was dead on arrival. Her body has been taken to the morgue."

Dean slumped into a chair not listening.

The doctor continued, "her injuries were great and she was severely dehydrated. I'm surprised she survived as long as she did."

Dean couldn't stay there any more, he'd come wanting answers which were being denied. He stormed out of the room.

"I'm sorry, he was very close to our aunt," Sam tried to explain. "Is she in the hospital morgue?" Seeing the surprise on the doctor's face he added, "just in case he wants to see the body, he'll be in denial."

"No, she was taken to the city morgue. All suspicious deaths are," the woman replied.

Sam chased after this brother. Outside the hospital Dean had found a convenient post to smash his fist into.

"Feeling better?" Sam asked rhetorically.

"No, let's just get out of here," Dean snarled. "You can drive," he stated as he threw the car keys to Sam.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not yet, maybe later."

As he settled in the drivers seat Sam produced a Coldplay tape, which he put on. Dean looked at him and Sam responded, "driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole."

Dean glared, but said nothing as they drove off.

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An hour later a woman got out of a taxi and walked towards a suburban house and the front door opened. Two children came running out shouting Mummy.

She bent down to enjoy their embrace, despite the pain that she felt, "Have you missed me?" she asked, looking up she could see another figure in the doorway. "John Winchester what are you doing here?"

"Checking up on my grandchildren, since their mother was playing heroics with my sons," he replied.

"You should have been there, not Dean and Sam," she chided as she took the children indoors.

"I thought it would give you a chance to explain to Dean. You did explain?"

"I did not. When I walked away from your family it was because of what happened with Dean. I am not about to explain now."

"But the hypnosis that effectively erased their memories of you, is that broken?"

"You know that the trigger for remembering was a kiss and Dean's pet name for me. Since he used it when they found me I would think the memories are returning. But how you can be so cruel to them I don't know."

John Winchester had expected something, "you know why I can't see them."

"Yes, I know why you can't see them, but that didn't stop you helping me, instead you've just complicated things further," she rebuked. "If they find me, I'll put them back on your trail."

"Dean deserves to know the outcome of your encounter."

"No, he deserves to live in ignorance of it. What good would it do? He can't spend his days worrying about us; it's too dangerous for both him and Sam."

"So what will you do now he knows about you?"

"Hopefully I've given myself enough time to take our children on a flight to New Zealand. I just hope he's still afraid enough not to follow."

"Will you come back?"

"I don't know, but it'll be your fault if I don't," she replied. "If you don't want them to find you, you'd better leave soon."

She went into the kitchen and poured herself a coffee, before heading for the bedrooms to pack, leaving John Winchester in the living room. By the time she returned with the cases he had gone.

"Are we really going to New Zealand?" the boy asked.

"No Matt we're not going to New Zealand. I've got friends in England we'll visit them for a while."

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They'd been driving for half an hour when Dean suddenly banged his fist on the dashboard and said, "stop the car, we've got to go back."

"Why's that dude?" Sam asked.

"We didn't see her body."

"What."

"We didn't see her body," Dean repeated, "I don't think she's dead, and won't until I see her body."

"Look Dean, you said it yourself she was in a bad way," Sam answered.

"Look, humour me will you," he looked at his brother.

"Do you want to drive now?" Sam asked as he pulled over.

"Yeah," Dean replied getting out of the car and swapping sides, as soon as he got in he changed the tape for Black Sabbath. He grinned at Sam who glared back.

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Arriving at the city morgue they went inside to the reception desk.

"I believe that our aunt was brought here earlier," Sam stated, "Rebecca, we'd like to see her."

"You'll have to give me a surname," the official replied.

"Rebecca Morgan," Dean supplied.

The official looked through his lists, "No, no-one of that name. How did she die?"

"Road accident. Been out by Endee for three days," Sam replied, Dean was too busy trying to check the monitor and chewing his thumb.

"Nope. Last one we had from there was a guy three months ago," the official responded. "But they all come here."

Sam looked at Dean then at the official, "doctor must've had it wrong."

As they left Sam looked at his brother, "so tell me how you knew, I'm supposed to be the gifted one here remember."

"There was one time when she found us; Dad asked her why she looked worried." Sam couldn't remember the incident so Dean continue, "she told Dad a guy had been hitting on her, so she faked her own death."

"Did the guy find you?" Sam asked as they got back into the car.

"No, but she didn't want us around, so I figured she might try again."

"Hey, it's not us but you, and you still haven't told me why," Sam replied. "But I'm still guessing I was right about teenage hormones."

Dean cuffed his brother, "it wasn't like that."

"Then what was it like, I'm all ears," Sam teased.

"I don't want to talk about it," Dean replied starting the car and pulling out.

"In that case," Sam leaned across and removed Dean's tape and put the Coldplay tape back in.

Dean looked at him, "driver chooses the music," but as he leant forward to change it Sam threatened to drop Dean's tapes out the window.

"Talk or they go," Sam warned.

"You serious?"

"Ahem, deadly."

Dean looked uncomfortable, "won't change your mind."

Sam shook his head grinning, "no way you're holding back any longer."

They were stopped at traffic lights and Dean banged his head on the steering wheel, "nothing I can do?"

"Short of needing brain surgery, no," Sam grinned. "By the way where we going."

"Vega."

"What's in Vega?"

"Becky."

Sam was surprised and looked at Dean, "how do you know?"

"It slipped out once, before she put the whammy on us," he replied.

"So before I lose my grip on these, tell me what happened between you," Sam asked referring to the tape box which was still hanging out the window.

Dean looked, "drop my tapes and I'll drop you out."

Sam raised his eyebrows, "they're that important huh, so start talking and they're safe."

Dean glanced across before starting, "after we'd killed the Wendigo we went back to the cabin for the night. The snow fell and we were trapped for five nights." Dean looked at his brother hoping it would be enough.

"Dean that doesn't explain why she's pissed with you," Sam chided.

"It was cold and I was running a temperature. I'd got an infected wound," he continued. "As you said about the teenage hormones, she was trying to keep me warm and I took advantage."

Sam brought the tapes back into the car, "so you weren't god's gift then."

"I didn't say that," Dean replied hurt, "we had five very enjoyable nights. But when the snow cleared enough to move out and I suggested staying with her, she flipped. She didn't want to be caught breaking up the family. Said she was safer without me, so that's why she put the whammy on me. Don't know why she did it to you though."

"Probably to stop me mentioning something," Sam replied. "So what makes you think she'll want to see you, if we find her?"

"She probably won't but I've got to try," Dean replied as he floored the pedal outside the city limits.

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Two hours later they arrived at her house in Vega, Dean pulled the car into the drive and got out.

A neighbour opened her door, "Are you Dean?"

Dean turned to face her, "yeah."

As Sam got out of the car the woman checked, "Dean Winchester."

"Yeah."

"You're too late Rebecca and the children left an hour ago. But she gave me this to give you," she handed over an envelope. "So did the man who came looking for her."

Dean was in shock; Becky hadn't had kids when he knew her. He didn't even hear about the man. "How old are the children?"

"Oh, they're the most adorable twins, Matt and Deanne. They're nine," she replied with a smile, "I'm going to miss them all, she's been my neighbour for twenty years in between the hunts. One her own since her dad died, until the children came of course. I was always trying to pair her off with my brother, but she'd never listen, now I know why," she finished looking at Dean.

"Who was the man?" Sam asked as he put his arm around his brother, Dean's knees turned to jelly and his face paled with the shock that the statement had brought.

"Said his name was John, but she wasn't pleased to see him, I've never seen her as angry. Seems they had an argument about something then he left and she took the children a little later."

Turning Dean around to get him back to the car Sam said, "Thanks, if you hear from her tell her we called."

Sam steered Dean to the passenger side of the car before letting him collapse into the seat.

"She should've told me," Dean whispered, his hands clenched in fists. "What's she doing going out hunting; she said it wasn't the thing to do with children."

"Dean the children weren't there, I'm sure she had a reason," Sam replied calmly. "But dad was here as well."

The woman approached the car, "I'm sorry I forgot to say thank you." Sam and Dean looked puzzled. "She only went because it was my brother, she knows how much he means to me. Thank you for saving him."

Dean was still too shocked to say anything, but Sam replied "you're welcome," as he got back into the car.

As they drove down the road Sam turned to Dean, "so how does it feel to be a dad?"

Dean looked at him, "shut-up." Dean opened the envelope inside were three smaller envelopes and a letter. The smaller envelopes were two for Dean and one for Sam, Dean started reading the letter.

Dean by the time you read this I should be on a plane flying across the world from you with our children. Yes, I know that by now you'll know about them. I'm hoping your fear of flying will stop you searching for us, I meant what I said about not bringing them up to hunt, they deserve the future you and I never got. I noticed you were still wearing the pendant, I think it's time for a change and Sam needs one too, this time they've been specially made so hopefully they'll keep you safer. When the kids are older I'll find you. Your Dad is still fearful of being with you and Sam, give him space. Take care in the fight. With you always, Becky.

"Seems this is for you," Dean said handing Sam one of the envelopes.

"So what did she say?" Sam asked.

"Mostly personal, but she did say Dad's worried about being with us and we should give him space."

Sam pulled into a diner and opened the envelope, "so what's this for?"

"Protection," Dean replied looking at Sam's and then his own. "Said she had them specially made. Guess that mean's yours works with that psychic thingy you've got going and mine just helps me kill the sons of bitches easier," he grinned. Then he opened the other envelope, it contained several pictures of Rebecca with two children at different ages, a DVD and $1000. Dean looked at the pictures of his children growing up and was angry that he'd never known. There was another note.

As you know my family have money so hope this helps you stay on the right side of the law for a while. I've gone to friends in New Zealand, please don't follow. I'll send photos to your mail box, but we both have demons that need killing before we get each other killed. Becky.

Sam saw the change in his expression. "What's up?"

"Pictures that's all I've got for everything I've missed," he groaned.

"Yeah, but at least they're still alive," Sam replied thinking about what had happened to Jess and his Mum.

"You think that's why she ran away first time?" Dean wondered.

"Well, she knew what happened to Mum." Sam replied. "Figures that she'd try to protect herself and you did come on strong."

"I suppose, she says something about us both have demons that need killing."

"You going to be ok," Sam looked concerned.

"Yeah," Dean had a far away look in his eyes. "At least she isn't asking for maintenance," he joked holding up the money, but it failed to show in his eyes. "Says she's off to New Zealand, but that's a lie."

"How do you know?"

"She'll go back to family in England, if there's any left."

"What do you mean if there's any left?"

"Her dad got killed about ten years ago, her brother two years before. Her family's been fighting since the 1880's first in England, then wherever there was a fight."

"How do you know all this?"

Dean looked at Sam, "it wasn't all teenage hormones in that cabin, we talked as well."

"Is that why you're so reticent to talk now?"

"Probably."

"So how come she's got so much money, we never get paid?"

"Neither would she, her family had some stashed and she always found well paying jobs. Probably been a research assistant to some professor since the kids," Dean surmised easily.

"We could try that sometime," Sam suggested.

"We never stay anywhere long enough," Dean replied. "Let's eat before we find the next job."

"What about Dad?"

"We'll work on it. I need to figure some things out first."

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The End

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