Title:Guilt

Author:SupernaturalandLostfan

Rating:PG13

Genre:Angst/Drama

Characters:Dean,Sam,Meg (a.k.a.evil bitch), OC's

Spoiler warning:"Scarecrow" I guess since we meet Meg for the first time in that episode.

Summary:A mistake is made. Can one of the brothers forgive the other? If so, can he forgive himself?

Disclaimer:I own nothing "Supernatural" related, yada, yada, etc.

Guilt

Ch.4

(3 wks. Later)

"Hope you don't mind Chinese, because believe it or not thats just about all they have in this town."Sam said, walking into the hotel room he and Dean were staying in while working on their latest case."Well, that or Mcdonalds. Maybe I should have stopped their now that I think about it. I know how you love them Happy Meals, and they do have Power Ranger toys in them now."he continued, attempting to do what had become impossible, make his brother smile. Or at least throw an insult back at him.

Going over to where Dean sat in one of the two chairs in the room, watching the news as he'd been doing every night since the accident, Sam laid a white paper bag down on the table beside him.

"I got you Sweet and Sour chicken. You like that don't you?"he asked, sitting down across from his brother and opened up his own bag, pulling out his food, and started eating.

After a few minutes he noticed that Dean had made no move to eat his food, or even open the bag.

"Are you going to eat sometimes this year? It's getting cold."he said, looking at the side of Deans face, who was watching the TV with an unwavering stare.

After receiving no answer he started to get a bit annoyed, so he decided to throw a noodle at Dean.

"Hello! Earth to asshole. When someone asks you a question, its only good manners to answer. Not that anyone's ever accused you of having those."he said, launching the noodle at him, smacking him in the side of the face with it, saying,"Hehe, Score! Ten points for me."

"I'm not hungry Sam."Dean replied, finally turning to give him a withering glare as he plucked the noodle off his face. Instead of throwing it or something else back at Sam as he would normally, he just laid it down on the table.

"Look Dean. You haven't been eating at all lately. God, just look at you. I bet you've lost 10 or15 pounds in the last three weeks. It not healthy."

"I'm still better looking than you."Dean said, making a lame attempt at normalcy.

"Don't try and change the subject, and no, you're not. Anyway, what is wrong? Do you not like Chinese anymore? I'll be glad to go get you something else, just tell me what."

"I'm just not hungry right now Sam. I ate earlier today, and while you were out just a bit ago I had some chips and stuff."

"You did not. We don't even have any chips Dean."Sam argued, then his expression turned solemn as he started his next sentence,"Look Dean, I know you're still bummed out over what happened with the little girl, but it was an accident. You can't just sit around and mope about it for the rest of your life. If you do, its gonna kill you man. As bad as it sounds to say, What's done is done, and there's nothing that will change it. Nothing."

"Well, thanks a lot for those helping words Dr. Phil. They really touched me, and you wouldn't believe it, but after you finished speaking, it was like BAM, I totally forgot the fact that I killed a 9 YEAR OLD GIRL! So unless you have any more wise words to add, then how about you kindly Fuck Off!"Dean said loudly, his face turning red with anger."I don't want your fucking food, and I don't want anything else either except to be left alone. Is that so much to ask for Sam? Just leave me alone. Please."

Sighing, Sam stood up from the table and picked up his food,"Okay Dean. I'll leave you alone. I just...well...I'm just worried about you. I'm going to go eat out on the balcony."he added, and started out.

"Sam."his brothers voice stopped him, and he turned around.

"Yeah Dean?"

"I'm...I just...oh, never mind."he said, and Sam continued on out, smiling a little to himself. Knowing that regardless of whether he'd actually done it or not, Dean had intended to apologize, and that was enough for Sam.

"Well I'll be damned. If it ain't Mr. love em and leave em in the flesh."he heard a voice say from on the balcony beside him, and he looked down to find to his surprise, that one of the patio chairs was occupied by none other than Meg.

"Meg. Wow, what are you doing here?"he said, sitting his food on the patio table and pulling out a chair to sit across from her.

"I decided a little change of plans was necessary when things didn't work out exactly as I planned, so I've just been traveling here and there, spending a nice gentleman's money that thought he was gonna try and take advantage of me at a rest stop. I figure its the least he can do to make it up to me. Though I do imagine he's not gonna be making babies anytime soon either."she said with a shrug.

"Ouch."Sam said, making a face at the thought of what she'd done, and not doubting in the least that she'd actually did it. She struck him as a tough no nonsense, nobody's gonna screw with me type of woman. "That'll teach him to try and judge a book by its cover. Who would think that under that cute little innocent facade hides a killer."

"I knew it."she said after he said this.

"You knew what?"he asked with a confused look.

"You think I'm cute, and you want me."she replied with a wink.

He spit out the food he had in his mouth, almost choking on a noodle, and after he finished coughing he said,"Are you sure you're not related to my brother somehow?"

"Why do you ask that? Do you think he's cute and want him too?"she asked innocently.

"What? No, yuck! It's just what you just said sounds a lot like something he would say, or would've said before." he replied, frowning a little at the end.

"Oh, so I take it things haven't improved between you two any since you ditched me to race to his side?"she asked.

"I didn't ditch you Meg. We just met the day before, and to answer your question, yes things have improved between us."

"So why the frown when you were talking about him a second ago?"she asked, raising her eyebrow at him.

"Something else has happened since then, and he's just been kinda down lately."

"Oh. What happened?"she asked.

"It's kinda personal."he replied.

"So."

"So that means I'm not going to tell you."he said with a smile.

"Fine."she said with a pout, but then smiled as she started asking questions again."So what brings you two to this town? Meeting some hotties for a secret love getaway?"

"I wish, but no. We're here on business."he replied, his mind briefly wandering as he thought of the demon he and Dean were to kill tomorrow. It had been terrorizing the youth of the town for the past 100 years or so, killing them on the eve of their 18th birthday. The only way to kill it was to chop off its head on the night of a solstice moon and burn it, then bury the ashes in hallowed ground. It should be fairly easy, that is if Dean was up to his game.

"Hello? Am I talking to a brick wall here? I asked what kinda business are you working on?"she said loudly, snapping her fingers in front of his face.

"Its kinda personal."he answered again, and she rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she said,"You men and your secrets. Worse than women."

"So, how long you gonna be around?"Sam asked.

"Couple days, basically till I feel like leaving. Mr, Touchy feely was loaded, so I'm set for a while. What kinda dumbass carries a wad of cash bigger than my college fund around all the time anyway? You ask me,that's just begging someone to take it. How about you? How longs your personal business gonna keep you around?"

"Another couple of days, 2 at the most."he replied.

"Well good, maybe..."she started, but was interrupted by the sudden appearance of the older Winchester at the patio doors.

"Hey Sam, I'm gonna head...Hey, don't I know you from somewhere?"he stopped mid-sentence, noticing finally that his brother wasn't on the patio alone, and taking a good look at the short haired woman with him.

"Nope, never seen you before in my life."she answered quickly, averting her eyes away from him.

"Are you sure? Cause you seem real familiar."he pressed, a nagging feeling in his stomach.

"Positive. I never forget faces and I'm sure I'd remember yours."

"Oh, well."

"Dean, this is Meg, she's the woman I told you about meeting at the bus station. And Meg, this is my brother Dean."

"Nice to meet you Dean."she said, extending a hand out to shake.

"Yeah, you too."he said, looking strangely at her after pulling his hand back.

Sam was by far the psychic of the two of them, but Dean sometimes got signals from people, and they usually proved to be right. The one he'd gotten when shaking her hand was a very strong one of distrust . He disliked her immediately.

"I'm gonna head out and get a couple of drinks Sam. I shouldn't be that long, but don't wait up."Dean said, shaking his head and turning to look at his brother.

"Okay. Just be careful though."Sam said, not really looking at him. His attention elsewhere.

"Wanna come?"Dean asked. He had planned on spending the time away from Sam to try and put his thoughts together, but for some reason his protective instincts kicked in, and he felt Sam should go with him.

"Nah, I'm good. Just don't drink too much."Sam answered.

"Don't worry big guy."Meg said to Dean with a wink."I'll take real good care of brother here."

"Well, I'm gone then."Dean said, and with one last look at the two, left.

"I don't think big brother likes me too much Sam."Meg said with a chuckle.

"He's probably just offended by the fact you didn't throw yourself at him like most women do."

"Oh well, I'm not like most women, so I guess he'll just have to get over it."she said.

She and Sam sat outside talking for the next several hours. Discussing nothing in particular, until she stood up, looking at her watch.

"I'm gonna hit the sack Sammy boy, but maybe we can hook up again tomorrow."she suggested.

"How about for breakfast? At about 8 or so."

"Sounds good, so until then. Watch out for them bed bugs."she said, leaned down, kissed him on the cheek, and sauntered off to her room.

Thats one heckuva woman, Sam thought with a smile. She wasn't his usual type at all, but for some reason he still found himself attracted to her.

He went inside, flipped on the Tv, and flopped on the bed.

The news was on and Sam found himself wondering why their had been no reports or stories about the girl Dean had shot. Surely they would have found that an important enough piece of news to broadcast.

Well, whatever. Maybe it was for the best. At least he knew they didn't have to worry about the cops searching for Dean then.

Yawning and thinking about having breakfast the next day, he closed his eyes and was soon sleeping.

Meg went into her room, and with an evil grin, took out her needed supplies to perform her glamor spell once again.

Chanting the words and feeling the shift in her body structure, she grabbed up her coat and left the hotel, heading purposely towards the only bar downtown where she was willing to beat Dean was.

Looking through the window, she spotted him sitting at the bar talking to a red headed woman who was perched on the stool beside him.

What a whore, she thought about him with disgust. Men like that make me sick.

She sat down on the bench outside the bar for a good two and a half or three hours more, waiting for him to emerge, and ignoring the strange looks she was receiving by passersby.

Not long thereafter she happened to look back inside just in time to see him heading for the door.

"Shit!" she exclaimed, hopping up as she did so, getting another look from a middle-aged woman and shooting her a bird. Then she walked to the dark alleyway that he would have to pass by to get back to the hotel and waited patiently for him to reach there.

She heard his footsteps, and going further back into the shadows, waited till he was directly in front of the alleyway before calling out to him,"Dean."

He must have heard her because he stopped for a second, looking around in confusion before finally shrugging. No doubt thinking he'd imagined it.

"Dean."she said louder, and he whipped towards the dark alleyway, having no doubt that he'd heard it this time, and seeing a form outlined in the dark, he squinted his eyes to try and make out who it was.

"Hey, who is that? Is that you Sam?"he asked, walking into the alleyway.

She waited until he was right up on her before she stepped into the one place in the alley that was illuminated by light, and was quite satisfied with the results she received when he saw who was standing there.

"Hi Dean. I never got to give these back to you."she said in the voice of the person who's shape she had taken.

Dean just stood there, mouth hanging wide open as he looked at her.

"Well, here take them."she said, and thrusting the pair of sunglasses at him, let out a peal of laughter when he just turned around and ran.

Standing there in Kellys dead form, she just continued laughing.

This was too fun.

TBC

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