A/N: The next chapters will be Lark's dream, I hope you enjoy. Thank you for following, favoring and reviews. I do like to know your thoughts, please review. NC

Chapter 8

I rolled over and squinted at the morning sunlight streaming through the bedroom window. I looked around slowly wondering whose bedroom I was in since it wasn't a motel or Bobby's spare bedroom. I sat up and let my eyes scan the room before getting up. There didn't seem to be anyone around, so I walked carefully out into a hall and listened for noises of anyone else in the house. Something was bothering me, like it was just out of my sight and I couldn't see it. Deciding I should put some clothes on before venturing further into the house, I headed back into the bedroom and explored the dresser and closet, finding clothes and tennis shoes. I wondered where my boots were but didn't dwell on it.

The house was modestly decorated in light colors that blended well together. It looked like someone had fairly good taste at least. I let my eyes roam over the living room and came to rest on some pictures lined up on the bookcase. My blood turned cold in my veins as I stared in utter disbelief at the photo. I walked on rubbery legs to the bookcase and picked up the frame to stare at the two people posing in the picture. I dropped the picture back onto the bookcase and ran for the kitchen and into a laundry room that finally led into a garage. I saw a car sitting in there and started looking for keys which I found in a bowl on the kitchen counter.

With only one thought on my mind, I ran for the garage and got in the car, finding the opener and waited impatiently for the door to go up so I could back out. I closed the garage door and backed down to a road that ran beside the house. First thing I needed to do was find out where the hell I was. To do that, I knew I needed to find a main road or a gas station. Deciding to go left, I headed out of the housing development looking for a landmark of some kind.

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It was spooky, that was for sure. I found a gas station and talked to the clerk to find out where I was and much to my surprise, I was only twenty-five miles and a town over from where I grew up until my parents were killed and I went to live with my grandparents. I drove without thinking as my stomach churned and my mind worked overtime trying to figure out what was happening to me.

Forty minutes later and a couple of work turns, I pulled to a stop in front of a house that I knew so well from my childhood. The house looked the same as I remembered it, except the shrubs and flowerbeds out front were different. I sat there afraid to move or get out for fear of what I would or wouldn't find. Finally working up the courage, I got out and went to the front door and rang the bell. I looked over to the end of the porch where a swing still hung and turned back as I heard the front door open. My mouth dropped open and my eyes got huge as I looked at the woman who answered the door.

"Why Larklin, sweetheart, come in." my Mom said happily. "Is something wrong dear?"

"Mom..." I squeaked out before reaching out to touch her to see if she was real and then grabbed her in a tight hug as tears filled my eyes. I didn't want to let her go for fear she would disappear.

"Sweetheart, let's step inside." Mom said pulling me inside and shutting the door. "This is a surprise dear."

I couldn't say anything to her as I stepped into her living room and saw pictures of myself at different ages hanging on the wall with Mom and Dad. There were Christmas, graduation, vacations and other holidays scattered around the room. This was so overwhelming I didn't know what to say.

"Dad...Is he here?" I asked cautiously.

"Why no dear, you know he works at the office two days a week and the others he works from home." she told me looking at me with concern.

"Right, guess I forgot." I said trying to cover my ignorance.

"I was making myself a cup of tea, would you like one?"

"Sure Mom that would be great." I said heading for the kitchen. Things were pretty much the same as I remembered it, but a new coat of paint and a few upgrades had been done. I took a seat at the bar and watched as my Mom busied herself making us tea. She sat a plate of homemade tea cake cookies in front of me and I picked one up to biting into it. I closed my eyes and savored the taste that I long forgotten and let the memories come back.

"These are the best!" I cooed taking another large bite.

"Why thank you dear, you've always liked them growing up. I tried to teach you how to make them, that sure was a disaster." she laughed, the joy in her words showing. "Did you get the day off work?" she questioned sitting a cup of tea in front of me.

"Work?" I asked slowly.

"Yes, at the clinic. I know your schedule changes around a lot."

"Yes, the clinic." I said like I knew what she was talking about. "I took a couple days of vacation."

"That's good dear, you push yourself too hard Larklin, it's good that you're taking a little time for yourself. You deserve it." she told me patting my hand and looking at me like she knew something about me I didn't know.

I watched as she opened the fridge to get milk out and noticed it wouldn't hurt for it to be cleaned out.

"Hey Mom, mind if I clean out your fridge for you?"

"Why no dear, go for it." she said a little surprised at the offer.

"Great, I'll have it all nice and clean in no time." I said happily as I got up and moved to the fridge, opening the door and removing the contents. I hummed to myself as I checked the contents for expiration dates and trashed what was expired. I mixed some baking soda and warm water to clean the inside and dried it before putting everything back. It took me several hours to clean it to my standards and I felt relaxed and content afterwards. "Let me carry that Mom!" I insisted when she came out of the laundry room with a laundry basket of clean clothes.

"I've got it Larklin."

"Please Mom, I insist." I told her relieving her of the basket.

"Most of it goes in the linen closet upstairs; the rest goes in my bedroom."

"Alright."

"Have you had lunch?"

"No, I...I haven't had time." I told her thinking that I didn't have breakfast either.

Why don't I fix us a late lunch while you do that? I have some leftover turkey breast; I can make up some sandwiches that you like so much."

"That's fine." I told her heading for the stairs to put up the clean laundry. My first stop was the linen closet to put up towels and sheets. I took the rest into my parent's bedroom and left them on the bed. I started back downstairs and paused at what was my old bedroom. I pushed the door opened and stepped inside to look around. My twin bed was still there but the children's bedspread had been replaced by a soft multi-colored one. I walked to the bookcase and ran a finger over books I remembered reading, but not here. I saw trophies from track sitting on the top shelf and some other rewards. Things weren't adding up, but I couldn't seem to make sense of it. I sensed someone behind me and turned around wondering why he was here.

"Sam? What are you doing here?" I asked perplexed and confused at seeing him in my childhood home.

"Your Mom called, she was concerned about you." Sam said stepping closer. "She thought I should come over. Good thing I only had two classes left and could get someone to cover for me."

"Classes? What kind of classes?" I asked cautiously.

"Babe are you ok? You know I teach at the high school, have for a number of years." Sam said moving closer and looking me over. "Did you bump your head or something?"

"No, not that I know of." I looked behind him expecting another body to walk in and looked back at him before asking, "Where's Dean? Isn't he with you?" I watched Sam's face darken and anger cloud it as he looked hard at me.

"Why would you bring him up after all this time? Is he bothering you?" he spat at me, but quickly hid his anger before continuing. "Why don't we head home?" he asked reaching for my arm.

"I'm...I think I'll stay here for a while longer." I told him stepping back from his outstretched hand. What he said confused me even more. What did he mean go home? And why was he so angry when I mentioned Dean? I saw puzzlement and confusion cross Sam's face with my actions but he didn't press the issue.

"Ok, if that's what you want to do." he said. "Don't forget we're going out with your parents for their anniversary tomorrow night."

"Anniversary? Oh right, it's tomorrow. We're going out." I said trying not to sound so crazy. "Will Gram and Gramps be joining us?"

"Lark, honey are you sure you're ok?" Sam asked softly moving closer but not touching me. "Your grandparents died right after you graduated high school. You took it pretty hard held off starting college. That's when things were bad for a while and my brother didn't help." he told me, anger filling his voice at the end with the mention of his brother.

I looked at Sam in total shock, my mind whirling with his words. My grandparents were dead and what was it with Sam and Dean? It was like Sam couldn't even say Dean's name out loud. I couldn't help the tears that filled my eyes and turned so Sam couldn't see them. I quickly wiped them away, wanting to do my grieving in private.

"I...I might stay here tonight maybe...I don't know..." I said quietly not looking his way.

"Will you call me later? 'Bye love." Sam said stepping close enough to kiss me on the cheek before turning to leave. He looked back at me one more time before walking on out, worry showing on his face.

I made it to the bed before I collapsed, trying to piece together what was happening to me. I felt cold and shivered uncontrollably. Now that I was alone, I could let my pent up tears flow unabated. Why couldn't I remember things and how was Dean involved in all this? What had happened between us, I wondered and how did I end up with Sam? I had way too many questions that didn't have answers for me to rest peacefully.

On instinct more than anything, I curled up on my bed and pulled a blanket from the end of the bed over me, hoping to ward off the coldness. I closed my wet eyes as the pounding in my head got worse and tried to will it to go away. It wasn't long before I was asleep and didn't see my Mom and Dad look in on me before leaving, letting me sleep. I didn't hear them talking softly wondering what was wrong with me and hoping I wasn't going through the same thing like I had before.