Disclaimer: I do not own Dean, Sam or Supernatural in general. I however, do own Lynna.

shards of a broken heart: (No longer Hopliss Romantick)

There is a new character, as you may have noticed. I'm not gonna go into much depth about her here, because she's, obviously, in the story. Sorry it took so long to update, school's been a bitch. I have a week off so I'll do more writing.

Thank you for the reviews! They really help A TON. Quick note: don't be afraid to criticize! Anything to help make it better will make you my best friend. :.

Sorry to ramble. You're probably like "Get back to the story already!" so here you go! Hope you like it!


Dean was sitting at a small, round, wooden table sipping his piping hot, double-shot peppermint mocha with extra whip cream. Weird caffeine concoctions ran in the family. Unless of course he was just drinking straight, black coffee.

Sam found his big brother easily. Considering there were a total of two cafe's in the small town, Sam was able to take a good guess that Dean in fact would rather shoot himself, than drink coffee in the one named "Sugar, Cream and Sprinkles".

He walked over to Dean and sat across from him propping his head on his fist. He tilted his head to the right and gazed over at Dean. Dean continued to slurp his mocha noisily staring at Sam all the while. Sam cocked an eyebrow and declined his head, still achieving eye contact. Dean got the message he was being extremely rude, and put the mug down.

"So how did last night's 'mare' go?" He asked casually, as if they were discussing the weather.

"How did you know about that? You were sleeping." Sam's eyes narrowed.

"Oh come on. It's kinda hard when the guy in the bed next to you sits up abruptly, breathing like he hasn't in four days. Which is very loud, by the way." He cocked his eyebrow as he picked up his mug, as if informing Sam of something he didn't know.

Sam had a defeated look on his face

"It wasn't supposed to disturb you..." he said quietly, obviously upset.

Dean sighed.

"Sam...You honestly think it ruined my life? If you must know, I fell asleep right after you woke me up so it's not a big deal. What is a big deal however, is what it was about."

Sam had been avoiding this question. He knew he would eventually have to face up and explain the whole awful thing, but he figured that if he brought up just the right thing, he could stall it for a while longer.

"Did you ever get that number from the waitress two days ago?" Sam asked, trying to be convincing he was truly interested.

Dean looked confused and then relaxed his face, realizing. Two can play at this game.

"Yeah, actually. And I called her. Wanna know what we talked about?"

Sam answered a "sure" not really paying attention as he scanned the newspaper he discovered lying on the table. At least he steered Dean away from the question...

"Well, we just started talking about random stuff when she said she was feelin' antsy…"

Dean smirked. Sam looked up from the paper connecting his eyebrows, looking a little confused.

"You know what that means when they say that. So I said, 'Is there anything I can do to relieve you from that?'" He smirked again. By this point, Sam opened his mouth as if to object, but Dean started up again before he had the chance.

"And you know what she said? She said in this whiney, whimpering voice, 'Yes Dean. Please...Please baby, relieve me of my need-'"

"OKAY! Okay, okay, okay, okay. I'll tell you what the nightmare was about." Sam almost yelled.

Dean smiled.

"Glad we're in agreement."

Sam scowled at Dean with his dumb ability to turn a situation in his favor. What's worse is the he, the smarter of the two, couldn't even see it coming.

He sighed.

"I was in the cemetery again." He said as if that was it.

Dean scowled at him.

"Okay Sam, I know you don't like talkin' about it but come on, man. You need to get over this little insecurity you have, and just spit it out. I mean, considering what's happened in the past, what with the Millers, you're nightmares might actually help us kill this demon/statue/spirit-thing-ma-jigg we know nothing about."

He sipped his now cooled off mocha.

Sam rolled his eyes in exasperation. Stalling was something he wasn't too good at.

"Okay, fine. You wanna know about the damn dream? Here it is. I was in the cemetery again and the pull from my stomach was stronger this time. It was almost dragging me, but I forced myself to walk. I timed myself too, and to get to the statue it took ten minutes. And that was it."

Dean looked doubtfully at Sam. When was he gonna learn that Dean could, and would, get everything out of him eventually? It's so much easier to just give in and volunteer the information. Sam, as if reading Dean's mind, decided he was tired of the game. There was no use trying to hide it. Maybe Dean was right. Maybe it would help them...

"There was something else I didn't tell you about the first dream..."

Dean's eyes narrowed and furrowed his brow.

"There was a voice."

"What do you mean 'voice'...Are you telling me your nightmares now have narrations?"

Sam rolled his eyes.

"No. It was something in the dream. At first I thought it was the wind, like, calling me, but when I finally reached the statue I realized that that was the thing calling me."

Dean's eyes looked like they were gonna pop out from under his furrowed brow.

"What?"

"Yeah."

"And, you didn't tell me this before, because...?"

"I don't know. I wasn't even sure the voice was real until last night." He shrugged.

"So is there anything else you haven't told me that I should know?" Dean asked sarcastically.

"Actually, yeah. Last night, when I finally reached the statue it said more than my name. I said it needed me, my life..."

He concentrated on exactly what it said.

"It said it needed my life, like the demon that took my mother and girlfriend needed them."

Dean almost spit the coffee he was drinking, all over the table.

"Excuse me?"

Sam exhaled, "Yeah. I know."

Neither brother could say anything. What was there to say? The situation they were investigating in which they knew nothing about, suddenly knew more about their past than they themselves knew.

This bothered Dean. How on Earth could some random, stupid demon/spirit/God-knows-what, know more about the demon that killed his mother than himself?

Dean slurped his mocha louder in annoyance.

"So I'm guessing that this demon has more to do with us than we thought…"

"Oh really, college boy? I happened to think that its knowledge of our past was completely irrelevant to our lives. Thank you for showing me the light." He rolled his eyes.

"Well if you're so smart, why don't you enlighten me on your plan to kill the demon? If it even is one." Sam couldn't help but smirk at his own remark. It was too much to try and hold it in.

"I have a plan!" Dean said defensively," I just...have to work out a few kinks is all..." He broke eye contact.

"Oh, uh huh. Well, let me know when your 'kinks' are worked out so we can get this over with. That statue's really startin' to make me anxious…I'd rather not get involved with the whole demon/Mom/Jess thing. I mean, it could be a bluff to get me reeled in, right?"

Dean wasn't paying attention. He was too engrossed in his own thoughts to hear Sam.

"I got it. Have you ever tried to decipher your dreams, Sammy?"

"It's Sam, and no. I haven't...Why?"

"Because, maybe there's more to this than we're realizing. And I think I know how to find out what they are, and what they mean."


"I cannot believe you, of all people, want to buy these."

"What? It's a good investment! Besides, I've always been sorta curious..."

Dean slapped the three thick books on the counter.

"So you're going to buy dream books."

Dean flashed a smile, "Precisely."

The cashier (A younger, happier looking girl from the one who was there the day before) said, "That'll be...sixty nine dollars even." She flickered a flirtatious smile in Dean's direction.

Dean smirked as he handed her the credit card, "My favorite number."

Sam rolled his eyes. Dean could be so sex-oriented sometimes, it was annoying.

"So you really think this dream book stuff is gonna be useful?"

"Well, I can't exactly guarantee it's gonna help with…" he lowered his voice, "your kinda 'dreams', but it's worth a shot."

"Okay..." Sam said in an "I give up" kind of way.

As they were leaving the store, Dean almost ran into a girl walking at a quick pace. Her hair was long and dark brown with streaks of subtle red running through it. She looked up at Dean with amazing dark blue/green eyes. Her eyebrows were angled and, her eyes were slightly angled as well, though not in an Oriental way. She looked incredibly exotic that it was a wonder what she was doing in such a small town as Cedar Grove.

As soon as she made eye contact with Dean, she quickly broke it and kept striding.

"Whoa, Sam," Dean said once she was gone, "I think I just saw an angel..." He said staring at the place she had just been.

Sam laughed.

"That wasn't an angel Dean. At least, I'm pretty sure she's human."

"Naw, man. Women are hardly ever that gorgeous...Although they do get close..."

Sam made a disgusted noise and walked over to the car and got in.

Dean reluctantly left his "fateful" spot and squeaked his "other" angel's door closed.

There was something else about her...something deeper than her beauty. But what it was, Dean just couldn't put his finger on it…


"Nothing. I knew it. I don't know why I even let you waste money like that!"

Not hearing him Dean said, "Hey! It says here, 'To see statues in dreams signifies estrangement from a loved one. Lack of energy will cause you disappointment in realizing wishes.'" Dean looked at Sam, "Is there something you're not telling me little brother?" He smirked.

"Give me that!"

Grabbing the book out of Dean's hands he tossed it along side the others, threw them in the white plastic bag they came with when the brothers bought them, and dumped it on the hardly stained cream carpet.

"These books were useless. I have premonitions Dean, not dreams. I'm taking them back to the bookstore in a little bit, after I take a nap."

Dean sighed.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Don't worry about taking 'em back. I will. You just try and get some sleep, kay?"

He smiled reassuringly, which made Sam feel guilty for snapping at him.

Dean picked up the crinkling plastic bag, grabbed his cell off of the white dresser and walked out the door.

Sam stared after him at the closed door. How on Earth was he supposed to sleep?

Much easier said than done, he realized.


After getting his "sixty nine dollars even" back, Dean walked out of the store. The girl in there was way too obvious about being touchy feely with that whole "spend our lives together for eternity" shit, that she was basically her own worst enemy in scaring him off. Dean laughed to himself. Females…

But hey, it wasn't his fault he was God's gift to women.

He decided it was too early to go back to the room. Besides, he knew once he got there it would give Sam an excuse to wake up. Not that he was sleeping anyway…

So, to pass the time, he cruised in the Impala blasting the Metallica and Black Sabbath. Driving on the other side of town, he noticed a bar he hadn't seen before.

"A few drinkies couldn't hurt. Hell, they'd probably help." He smirked as he parked the car, screeched the door shut, and walked over the gravel parking lot into "The Silver Pole". It almost, just almost looked like a hooker bar. But that had nothing to do with why Dean was in there. Of course not.

Dean sat down at the counter and ordered a dirty martini. He grinned in reply to the flirtatious touches and smiles from the bartender, who looked incredibly hot. But for some weird reason he just wouldn't...couldn't respond in his normal manner. Which would have been to have at least three more drinks, and take her back to his room.

He gave up halfway through his martini, much to the disappointment of the bartender. He smiled a "thanks" and left. That smile had no suggestive content at all. He just couldn't pull it off today. What was with him?

He got up, threw a ten on the counter, and turned around.

There was that stunning girl again.

Dean had been about to take a step forward before he saw her, but now his foot paused in mid air. He closed his dropped jaw and collected himself.

She was wearing tight fitted, dark jeans tucked into her black lace up, high heeled boots. Her deep red and white corset styled top accentuated her perfect body. Some jerk in the bar, who obviously had had his fair share of drinks, as well as his friend's, kept bothering her. She looked completely uninterested, and on the verge of hitting him.

Dean decided this would be his perfect chance to step in.

He strode over to where the scene was happening and walked up behind the girl.

"There you are sweetheart...I was looking for you," Dean purred as he wrapped his arms around her, not too low, but just so they were resting on her stomach. He didn't want to make the situation worse for her. Or him...

She turned her head just a little bit to see who the Hell was bothering her this time, when she noticed it was that guy she almost ran into earlier that day. She smirked to herself and decided to play along.

Turning completely around she ran her fingers on the collar of his leather jacket.

"Oh hey honey...I missed you. You were gone for a whole five minutes..." she pouted, rather loudly.

Dean grinned. He was gonna like this girl.

"Is there something wrong, baby? You looks upset, or pissed off." At those words he looked over at the tough biker looking dude, who was bothering her earlier.

The girl turned back around and flashed the guy a vile look.

"No, I'm fine. Let's get out of here, yeah?"

And with that she pulled on his hand and led him out the door.

The group that had gathered during the scene looked on in shock as the two left the bar. Many of the men scowled, and the mood within the bar turned reasonably sour.

Once out of the bar the girl started laughing.

"Thanks for that. Man...some guys just can't take a hint..." She smiled at Dean which made his heart race. But not enough to make him nervous. He was Dean, God's gift to the female race. Remember?

"Yeah tell me about it. So uh, I never caught your name, 'sweetheart'. I guess it got lost somewhere in there," he grinned.

She laughed.

"My name's Lynna. Lynna Evindr."

"Lynna Evindr..." he made an upside-down smile nodding. That wasn't an every day last name.

"I'm Dean Winchester." He said, almost cockily.

She laughed again.

"That's cute. Dean..." she looked up at him and smiled again. She swished her long hair onto one shoulder and shrugged.

"Alright, well I better get going. Thanks again, Dean." She went over to him, kissed him on the cheek, and very gracefully, walked over to a midnight blue BMW that looked extremely expensive. The door shut, and the car was gone before Dean had put his hand up to where she kissed him. It felt like the skin was burning and freezing at the same time, but when he put his hand to it, the skin felt normal.

He loved it, but then, hated it at the same time.

This girl was going to keep him on his toes.


Sam sat rigidly on his queen bed. Three times he tried to forget the flashing images of that damn statue. The newly horrifying images from today, were really starting to wear him down. He gave up trying to sleep half an hour ago.

Where is Dean? Sam wondered.

Of course.

He was either trying to seduce that girl from the bookstore, or out at some club/bar hitting on some other girl.

Sam sighed.

Well, considering they hadn't been near a member of the female population in about a month, he cut Dean some slack. He had to admit, Dean had done pretty good thus far.

But that still didn't make the boredom of the empty room go away. This was frustrating.


Dean cruised in the Impala for a while thinking about Lynna. What the Hell was it? Women are the ones usually left to think about him for hours after they "meet". This was frustrating. He forced himself to ponder the situation they were in. A statue. That kills people. It, assumingly is able to converse. It kills people. A statue...

Thinking about Lynna seemed to be easier. And came more naturally...

Dean almost yelled in frustration.

"I give up," he said aloud.

Turning the car around, Dean drove back to the Inn.

Sam heard the door open. He looked up from his laptop to see Dean, looking mildly disturbed. His face was lined with worry, and bags were beginning to form from exhaustion. The poor guy looked like he was about to collapse of sleep deprivation and stress.

"What's up?" Sam asked.

"What? Oh, nothin." He looked distracted.

"You okay?"

"Uh, yea. Think so." Dean was pacing the room now. The "hardly stained cream carpet" was now no longer "hardly stained" or "cream". Deans muddy boots made sure of that.

"Okay spill it. You're obviously upset about something, Dean. What, did the girl from the bookstore tell you she's saving herself for marriage?" He almost laughed, but decided he wouldn't push Dean's buttons any further.

"What girl?"

Sam rolled his eyes.

"Oh yeah. Her. Um, no actually she turned out to want to marry me. Or at least 'spend our lives together for eternity'. Not that I blame her," he smirked for a second, "No, it's not her I'm worrying about..."

Sam's brow furrowed.

"Then who are you worrying about...?"

Dean looked up and stopped pacing.

"Lynna."

"Come again?"

"You know that girl? Outside the bookstore?"

"Oh...right. The 'angel' you almost plowed over, because you weren't paying attention to where you were going."

Dean gave him a dirty look.

"What about her?" Sam ignored the look.

"I don't know, man... I went to this bar-"

Knew it, Sam thought.

"-and there she was. Some guy was bothering her so I decided to get rid of him for her. I pretended to be her boyfriend and she played along with it."

"You, what?"

"Yeah. And then we walked out, she told me her name was Lynna, thanked me for getting her out of that situation, and kissed me on the cheek. After that she drove off in this awesome BMW..."

Dean was lost in the vision of what had happened not 30 minutes ago. Sam rolled his eyes.

"Earth to Dean. Yeah, come on back there astronaut. I was losin' you for a second."

Dean came back to the present, and looked at Sam.

"Okay Dean, so what's the problem? Sounds like nothing unusual...?"

"That's just it. It wasn't unusual. Except for that kiss..."

Sam was annoyed now. He didn't want to go into Dean's love life again. He'd almost rather go back to envisioning his premonitions. Almost.

"That's great Dean," and went back to clicking on the laptop.

"No really man. After she kissed my cheek, the skin burned, and froze at the same time. At least to me because when I touched it, it felt normal."

Sam looked up.

"Are you sure it wasn't just a reaction to her kissing you? Like you imagined it?"

"Dude. That has never happened before. Ever. Sure I imagine other things, but never anything like that."

Sam made a "huh" remark as he thought about it.

"Well, I don't know what to tell you man. Maybe she had lip gloss that had some kind of chemical reaction. You know those new things where they make your lips bigger? They tingle because of the reaction it has on your ski-"

"No man! Ugh, I'm telling you, it wasn't a product, or a pigment of my imagination, or whatever. It was the weirdest thing I've ever felt..."

Sam looked defeated.

"I don't know Dean. I wasn't there..."

Dean looked at his little brother and sighed.

"I'm sorry man, it's just been bothering me to no end...And I can't stop thinking about her."

"Sounds like it."

Dean exhaled and sat down on the bed. He rubbed his eyes and (finally) kicked off his boots.

"I'm gonna try and sleep this off. If you find anything about that statue, wake me up."

Sam nodded and watched as Dean fell asleep.


The laptop was being annoying. Nothing useful was coming out of the millions of search results he found.

He decided to pull a Dean, and leave for a while. Collect his thoughts.

He left a note that scribbled

"Dean,


I went out to think things over. Don't worry about the car, I have it. I'll be home at around
-"

Sam glanced at his watch. It was 6 o'clock.

"-Seven or seven thirty. There's money on the dresser if you need it, but I should be back before it's time for dinner.

Sam."

He pulled on his leather coat and boots, grabbed his cell, keys and wallet, and quietly headed out the door.


Sam's slow realizations on things were really starting to piss him off royally.

Of course there wouldn't be anything to do in this small town. The population was 862 for God's sake.

The Winchesters' lives were pretty dull at this point.

There's nothing worse than to be stranded in a microscopic town, trying to figure out how to kill a statue. Plus, there was this whole Lynna thing to worry about now, not that it seemed like a big deal to Sam. Dean was probably just hallucinating. He was on the verge of a break down, anyway.

He decided to go eat. He wasn't hungry, but he hadn't eaten since yesterday. He needed to nourish his body, or else he wouldn't be able to get home conscious.

Sam spotted a small restaurant called "Lola's". Sam shrugged and parked the car.

It was fairly empty inside and Sam found himself a seat at a table for two. Picking up the menu that was laid out along with a napkin, fork and knife, he scanned his options.

An elderly waitress ("Ethel" Sam saw on her button) came over and got Sam's order – a cheeseburger, fries and coke – and left to bring it to the cook.

Not three seconds after she left, the door chimed open. Automatically reacting to the noise, Sam turned around to see who it was.

Lynna smoothly stepped in and looked around, as if not sure where to go.

She is beautiful, Sam thought, but not my type. Definitely Dean's girl.

"Hey," Sam called. He wanted to see if there really was something "different" about her, as Dean claimed there was.

Lynna made her gaze over to Sam. She smiled with her eyebrows pulled towards each other as if confused, but walked over and sat across from him.

"Hi…?" She half said, half asked.

"Hi. I'm Sam, Dean's brother. He almost ran over you this afternoon, and then pretended to be your boyfriend not too long ago."

Lynna smiled confidently this time.

"Winchester. Right…Sweet guy. He got me out of a nasty situation pretty effortlessly."

"Yea he mentioned something like that. So, are you here alone?" He asked evenly. Sam was good at talking to people he didn't know. It came more naturally to him than Dean.

"Well, yeah. I mean, no. Uh…" She looked confused.

Sam cocked an eyebrow waiting for her answer.

She sighed.

"I was here with my brother Valkin. Let's just say he…went his own way."

"Oh, I see. Want something to eat?"

"Oh, um, no thanks I don't-"

"Come on, my treat…?" Sam pressed with such confidence and gentleness, Lynna laughed.

"Okay. Just a coke."

Sam gave his "defeated" look again. There was something about a girl who doesn't eat that worried him.

"And a cheeseburger…?" He asked hopefully.

Lynna opened her mouth to object, but then smiled and nodded, "And a cheeseburger."

Sam noticed that she smiled and laughed a lot. She was very comfortable to be around. He wondered what she was like when she was angry. Something told him she wasn't the "angel" Dean claimed she was, which was interesting. He wondered what her past was like.

Ethel came by to bring Sam's coke and take up Lynna's order. She smiled sweetly, and bustled towards the kitchen.

"So what are you doing here in Cedar Grove?" He asked before taking a sip of his coke.

"Oh you know…visiting family," she answered awkwardly.

"Hm." Sam acknowledged her response as he thought about it.

"It" being way she responded, not the actual answer.

Lynna nodded as if to clarify her reply.

"So, Sam. What are you and your brother doing all the way out here in little Cedar Grove?"

"Oh we're road tripping. We're originally from Kansas and decided to just tour the states." He said fluidly. Lying was easier for him out of the two. That much was obvious. Just, why she would be lying was a mystery.

"Oh, that's great," she beamed, "Bonding between two brothers, huh? I wish my brother would've stayed longer to bond…he wasn't the type to be 'touchy feely' as he would say," she shrugged, "Older brothers…is Dean the older one?" she asked suddenly very attentive on their conversation.

"Yep. By four years. Never lets me forget it either…"

Lynna laughed.

"Yeah but, he's a good guy. He looks out for me. Ever since our mother died when we were little, he's kind of been my 'parent'."

"Oh I'm sorry…" She said, shocked.

Sam laughed gently, "Don't worry about it. It happened so long ago, it hardly effects us now."

And that was the biggest lie of them all, Sam thought.

"He seems really sweet…Dean." she seemed to start drifting at that.

Sam exhaled quickly, making sure it didn't become a laugh. Not wanting to ruin their little fling or whatever he just said, "Oh yes, that Dean. He's a real cuddle bug."

Lynna snapped out of her thoughts.

"…What..?" she almost looked kind of grossed out.

"Sarcastic," Sam said quickly, realizing that she wasn't into that type of guy.

Maybe she is Dean's angel. Sam laughed to himself.

"So he isn't?" she looked happy again.

"If only you knew…" Sam said shaking his head.

By this point the waitress was back, carrying their food on white round plates. The two of them looked up, smiled a "thanks", and Ethel left.

They ate in silence, although it wasn't an awkward silence. Sam liked it. He liked being able to just sit and eat, without having that awful, awkward air looming over him and whoever he was with.

When they were done, Ethel came back bustling to pick up their plates and the two of them got up. Sam threw a twenty on the table and walked out the door, Lynna close in tow.

The air was chilly outside and Sam could see his breath and he exhaled. Walking with his hands in his pockets, he turned and faced Lynna.

She was pulling on her jacket as he watched her. When she was done she looked up and smiled.

"Thanks for dinner, Sam. I liked talking to you, even though we didn't talk about much. Oh and I'm sorry about your mother. Even if it did happen a long time ago, losing a parent like that can affect you for life. Especially when you don't understand why, or how they died. Believe me, I would know." She flashed him a look that almost made Sam question what she meant. Was she talking about...?

"Bye Sam. Tell your brother I said hi," she said as she started to walk over to her car.

Stopping at the door she called, "Oh and if you ever need someone to talk to, I'll be here. 'Till Saturday, at least. I'm staying at my grandparent's house on Elm. It's the third house on the right. You should visit before you leave. Bring Dean along too," she smiled, "I bet we would find that we have a lot in common. After all, many people can own the same statue, right Sam?"

And with that she drove off into the darkness.


Still debating whether there is gonna be an undertone of romance. Lol I bet you all assumed there was going to be one huh?

This chapter was really long. I couldn't decide where to end it. So, I just kind of made myself stop. You know the drill, review review review!

LOVE to hear what you guys think. Suggestions are always welcome. Actually, they're encouraged. Haha.

Next chapter will be out soon, I promise!