Rolling Waves: Chapter Five

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Summary: A look into Dean and Sam's pass. Maybe the discovery of Dean's mystery girl?

The three made it back the penthouse in and Sam went to the computer in the study to see if he could find anything more on the string of animal attacks in New York City. Dean and Alanna went into the living room to catch up on the past year and a half.

"Nothing. Huh?"

"What?" Dean asked as he saw a picture of his girl and Lanna on the table behind here.

"You haven't heard anything from her? How she is? What she's doing?"

"Lanna leave it alone."

"Why Dean? So you can wallow in self pity about not fighting for her? You and I both know how stubborn she can be."

"Lanna." Dean said his voice sharpening. Dean has the amazing ability to change the entire direction of a conversation with the tone of his voice. His presence could command attention, his voice could make a horse drink water.

"Dean. You need to let it go, swallow your pride and go back. Nobody else may see it but I do. Being away from her is eating away at you."

"I don't know what your talking about." Dean said. At times Dean could be as stubborn as she was, and frankly that was saying something. He was tenacious and he usually got what he wanted. Unfortunately for him Alanna was just as, if not more stubborn than he was and she wouldn't let the issue lie.

"You know what I'm talking about. M…"

"I told you not to say her name."

"Dean." Alanna sighed. As stubborn as she was, she wasn't stupid she knew when to retreat. "Tell me about your brother. How you guys grew up."

"What's to tell? My mom died when Sammy was just a baby. My dad become obsessed with finding what killed her so he hauled us allover the U.S. trying to find what did."

"Dean you and I know there's more to that then what your telling me. Come on there has to be more to your childhood than just you mom dying and your dad hauling your ass around the country. Tell me about Sam."

"Sam. He goes to Stanford, you know, going to get his law degree and become one of those guys with a 9-5 job with a wife and 2.5 kids. He was always the smart one. You know the one that you knew was going places. He loves to read. But unlike most boys he wasn't reading about racing and airplane but ghosts and spirits. Sammy was protected as a kid. Well as much as one can be protected in this line of work. He never did approve of how we acquired our money to finance the hunting excursions we took."

"Well considering how you still finance your hunting trips I'm surprise he isn't insisting you try and go legit." Alanna said smiling.

"Once we he was 6 he decided we should stop 'borrowing' from other people so he took my dad's credit cards and tossed them in the fire we had going. My dad was furious, amused but furious. Sam always had a strong sense of right and wrong." Dean sat back on the couch as he took a deep breath.

"He loved school. I mean more than any one kid should. Me on the other hand I hated it. He use to come and get started on is homework, like a good little boy. I think when he was about 10 I knew that Sammy wouldn't be doing this forever."

"This?" Alanna knew exactly what Dean was talking about but if she dragged this conversation out she might be able to slip Dean's girl back into the conversation. The trick was to find the right segway.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about Lanna. This, hunting, fight the evil supernatural forces."

Alanna looked at Dean. "Sometimes you don't get to choose your destiny. Its chosen for your. Circumstances arise and you have to act. You don't have a choice, its do or die. Do you see yourself doing this forever? Following your father's legacy?"

"You know Sammy asked me the same question. Well not the same but similar. I don't know. It's all I've ever known. I'm not book smart like Sam, Lanna."

"Dean you once told me you don't have to go to college to be a genius."

"I'm good at this. Its my comfort zone." Dean said smirking.

"Dean you get to comfortable and you get soft. Besides the thing about legacy's is that your suppose to pass them down. You know father to son. Its kind of the definition of the word legacy."

"You're the one who called it a legacy, Lanna."

"You could have a legacy. If you called her."

"Lanna she said she didn't want anything long term. And frankly I'm not sure if I do either." Dean said closing his eyes as he recalled his girl's smile, her face, her body were permanently etched into his mind.

"Dean, your mouth says one thing your eyes say another. You and I both know that if you would make it permanent if she said that's what she wanted. Despite all your bitching, you love her and despite her stubbornness and denial, she loves you. You need to swallow your damn pride and go back to her."

"Damn it Alanna. Leave it alone. Nothing's going to change. We aren't together. We never will be. Especially since I -. Just leave it Alanna. You don't know me. You don't know what we went through." Dean got up to leave but stopped.

"So tell me, Dean. I hate seeing you both so unhappy."

"I can't Lanna." He said loudly. In a softer voice he repeated "I can't."

Before Alanna could retort. Sam walked into the room. "Guys? Is everything okay?"

"Yea Sammy." Dean said his trademark smirk. "Everything's good."

"I think I might have a few leads."

A/N2: Any ideas as to how to precede? Any one think of some funny anecdotes for Dean and Sam? Maybe based on some real life experiences? E-mail me if you have any ideas. And as always review.