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Deana: Ok guys, sorry it took a while to get this done. Someone… (Sammy.) Wasn't helping a lot with the writing of the new chapter, so this is all my work apart from two lines.

Samantha: It was three!

Deana: Oh three lines! Well, they were a good three lines. Sigh. College Girl thinks she's so smart. Here's the story! Read then Review! Please?

Samantha: Just because SOMEONE is going away and I've pretty much written the end. But as she says review, puppy dog eyes

My Fight Not Yours by Deana (mainly) with editing from Samantha

Chapter two

Sam's PoV

We pulled into the nicest motel I think we've stayed in so far, it had pretty little gardens and elegant writing for each room number, though admittedly, the paint was peeling and the flowers were looking sick. Still, it was nicer than anywhere I can remember since we left the burnt out ruins of our house in Kansas.

Dean slouched over to the counter and immediately straightened up when he saw the young woman waiting impatiently nearby, drumming her fingers on the hard surface with her French manicured nails. I rolled my eyes.

Here we go again. It's always the same, every time. Dean flashes his smiles and the chick flirts. Then he leaves with her number ten minutes later, never to see or hear from her again.

I pull Dean away from the counter and quickly get the keys to a room before he can begin to make a fool of himself, as per usual. He smirks to me and runs to the bed nearest the door.

"Mine." He says dropping his stuff on the blue blankets, his grin widening when I see what is to be my bed. A fluffy pink blanket stretch across the single bed, topped off with a yellow floral pillow. I groan. I am never going to hear the end of this one...ever.

Dean's PoV

Sammy has forgotten this morning; he has forgotten what happened in the restaurant. Maybe I should have told him, now I think about it I am wondering why I didn't. He needs to know, but if he did, he would panic. I need to tell him, it's like I have to explain to him that once I was normal too. I still remember that email word for word.

Dean Winchester,

Hey, long time no contact. It's Jackie Holman here, you might not remember me, we were in Year 9 Science class together, and we dated. Well, we dated until I found out you were snogging Kim Peters. Its funny how remembering all this things makes me want to erase this entire email, come after you myself and then strangle you.


But you need to know, Dean. I know this will sound so strange...I don't know how else to put this, honey, we're the last two left.


Everyone from our class in year 9 has died, and not just natural, it's always gas inhalation, always. Dean, I'm scared. I know something is after us. God, you must think I'm stupid, you never did believe me when I said there was a monster under the school. You said, "I took care of it."


Dean, something is gonna kill us, you needed to know. Please, Dean, Please come back here, Lets take care of this mass murderer and bury our friends. Dean, we're all that's left and I need you to know, the person that's doing this is...

From there the writing had trailing into gibberish and a new person took the keyboard.

Dean Winchester, if you want to see Jackie alive come home.
I'll swap her for you.
If you don't, I'll come to you Dean, I'll take your brother and I'll leave you dying.

Once I read those words I made up my mind to come to Jackie's rescue. She may have dumped me, but in all due respect, I did snog her best friend. I couldn't resist, she was hot.

Besides, someone, or closer, something didn't want Jackie to tell me what was happening, didn't want me to know what I was up against. But I knew it was out to hurt me, and hell, it had threatened Sammy.

I have to find the thing that is doing this, I have to. I have to kill it. No one messes with the ex-class of Dean Winchester and lives to tell the tale. I smirk, I am way too self confident sometimes, but I still think it is one of my finer traits. It's kept me alive in several situations.

I glance over at Sam, positively delighted to see his face at the sight of his blankets. Where is a camera when you need one?

"Sammy?" I question smugly. "Is there a problem with the bed?" I sound genuinely concerned now. He rolls his eyes and throws his pillow at me.

"Next time," he announces. "I get the good bed and you sleeping the car." I grin, my car, my baby, yeah, I'd sleep in that, its way more comfortably than the hard motel beds anyway. Realising he just pleased me with the statement Sam sighs and sits on the bed.

"So? What's the gig?" He demands, lazily staring at the wall.

"People are dying of gas inhalation." I say smoothly, my voice surprising me. I was expecting to slip up or stumble over my words. I was expecting to give it all away. "Jackie Holman went missing two days ago. We find out what is killing people, kill it and get the hell out. The usual unusual gig."

He nods slowly. "The usual unusual gig?" he muses. I shrug, sending his pillow back to him, a little harder than I would usually.

"Jackie Holman?" He questions, looking pensive. I try to hide my horror, he is figuring it out. He will find out that the things after me. "I knew her sister, her twin, she was mentally impaired and she used to play hopscotch with my friends girlfriend, she was ok." Sam gets that dreamy eyed look and I suppress a chuckle, college boy with a crush.

No, a voice in my head says. He won't figure it out if his mind won't let him. Great, now I have voices in my head? I swear I have had one too many blows to the head some days.

"Yes, Jackie Holman." I say as though I am uninterested. He smiles suddenly.

"Isn't that that the girl who dumped you on school assembly?" He asked, clearly amused at the blood rushing to my checks at the memory of the particular event.

"Yeah." I mumble. Sam looks gleeful, as he launches into a long explanation of how it happened. I zone out. What could possibly want everyone from a year 9 Science class to die?

And then it hit me.

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Deana: Ok, let's go through this again. What motivates Deana to write more?

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