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Mmmm. Who is that? Brown hair, big brown eyes. Good lord get a load of the arms on this guy! I can trace the veins from the shoulder down to his hand. He can come pump my gas anytime.
"Earth to Emily!" Sam yells at me from the front passenger seat.
My eyes flew to him and I smiled briefly, slightly embarrassed that I'd almost been caught oogling the guy pumping gas across the parking lot.
"What are you so preoccupied with back there?"
"Uh nothing, why whats up?"
Sam started talking again but I couldn't resist it. I just had to look at him again, leaning against a jacked up chevy. Suddenly his eyes met mine but instead of being embarrassed that I'd been caught I took this opportunity to smile at him, he smiled back. Oh yeah. I've got to get out of this car.
".. we could get-"
"Yeah yeah sure Sam, hey I'll be right back. Pee break!" I quickly adjusted my hair and glanced at my reflection before stepping out of the impala and walking, no strutting, towards the gas station doors. I could tell his eyes were on me now. I was in jeans and one of Dean's old Led Zepplin shirts but since my chest sticks out much more than Dean's it hugs just right. My long brown wavy hair was down and I topped it off with my solid black converse high tops.
"Hey." He said as I got closer to him. I slowed down and then stopped standing a few feet away from him.
"Nice car, that thing yours?" he nodded to the impala.
"One day." I said with a smile.
"Nice truck. Bet that lift cost a pretty penny." I used my hand to gesture to the large black truck.
He chuckled, "Yeah. Yeah it did. But its well worth it. I'm Ben. I'd love to take you for a ride sometime and show you. You new around here?"
My heart jumped and quickened, I looked at him coyly as he spoke. "Emily. And No. Just passing though unfortunately."
"Well that's a shame, maybe you could leave me with your number and next time you pass through you can do it in style." I giggled.
I was just about to reply when someone butted in and did it for me.
"Oh, trust me. She rides in plenty of style." I jumped and swung around to see Dean. He was giving this poor kid the death stare. Dammit. Cock blocked by my brother… AGAIN.
"Sorry man no insult to the car, Its nice." Ben tried to explain.
"Yeah. It is." He put his arms across his chest and leaned in closer to him. "And she's jail bait."
"Dean!" I screamed at him mortified.
Ben held up his hands as if he was talking to a cop. "Sorry man.. im leaving." He got in the truck as I stomped off back to the impala. Dean waited till the guy was out of the parking lot before taking his eyes off the truck. Then he followed suit behind me.
I got in the backseat and slammed the door.
"Whoa Em wha-" Sam started to ask before he too was so rudely interrupted by our brother who climbed in the driver seat and swung around to lecture me.
"What the hell was that! Were you seriously gonna give that perv your number?!"
"Wait wait what?" Sam turned around too.
"I'm not a fucking child dean I'm 15. I think I can give MY number to any guy that I please! What the hell were you thinking calling me jail bait! That's fucking mortifying! I can't believe you just did that to me!"
He scoffed. "Oh please that guy was at least 20! He could go to jail for looking at you wrong!" Dean argued back.
"Screw you Dean! Stop treating me like a 5 year old. I'm a woman! I'm allowed to look at, speak to, make out with, and do whatever the hell else I decide I wanna do with a man!"
"The fuck you are! You're not allowed to date till you're thirty!"
"Yeah well with this lifestyle I'll probably be dead by 30! Guess I'll just die a fucking virgin!" I threw my hands up in the air while I yelled at him. I could tell that Sam didn't like my comment because he flinched when I said the words" I'll be dead".
"Oh you will if I have anything to do about it!"
"You're such a hypocrite Dean! You fuck any girl that walks by and I get tormented for flirting with a guy!"
"Its not the same thing Emily! And I know better- you don't just flirt! Incase you forgot I busted you with that dumbass kid who thought he could put his hands up your shirt!"
I rolled my eyes and scoffed before turning my glare out the window. He's got me there. But still. I'm a teenager, I think I'm allowed to let some guy get to first base If I damn well please! He was just copping a feel, and damn was he a good kisser.
"You let some guy go up your shirt?!" Sam jumped in, acting like Dean. Great. Now there's two of them.
"Yeah and the poor kid showed up to school the next day with a cast for a broken wrist! He wouldn't even look at me for the rest of the month!" I yelled back keeping my death stare on Dean.
"Serves him right." Dean was staring back.
Things went silent and me and Dean just glared at each other, like it was a competition to see who would cave in first. It was Dean.
He narrowed his eyes, "Dad would have your ass right now if he was here."
Ouch. Bringing up dad being gone. It was affecting us all, but it was reeeally bothering me these last few days and both my brothers were aware of that.
My eyes slightly flinched but I didn't break my focus, I just stared back trying to prove to him I wasn't afraid of him.
"Okay Dean." Sam said in a warning tone. He knew that was a low blow.
"No. And what the hell were you doing while she was eye fucking some guy? You were supposed to be keeping an eye on her! She got out of the car and walked right up to him and you didn't say a word!"
"I was busy!" Sam tried to defend himself.
"Busy doin' what?"
"Reading e-mails."
"E-mails from who?"
"From my friends at Stanford."
Dean laughed. "You're kidding. You still keep in touch with your college buddies?"
"Why not?"
"Well, what exactly do you tell 'em? You know, about where you've been, what you've been doin'?"
"I tell 'em I'm on a road trip with my brother and sister. I tell 'em I needed some time off after Jess."
"Oh, so you lie to 'em." I added in. I was pissed at him too for siding with Dean. If I'm gonna pick a fight might as well make it with both of them.
"No. I just don't tell 'em….everything." Sam said turning back to me.
"Yeah, that's called lying dumbass." I looked at him with sarcasm dripping from my face.
"So, what am I supposed to do, just cut everybody out of my life?"
"Well it wouldn't be the first time now would it Sam?" Okay…. That was wrong of me. Damn temper.
"Shut up Emily!" Dean warned me.
Sam looked hurt and turned back around.
Dean turned away from me and spoke only to Sam. "Look, it sucks, but in a job like this, you can't get close to people, period."
"You're kind of anti-social, you know that?"
"Yeah well whatever." Dean blew it off.
"Dean I wanted to talk to you man… I got this e-mail from a girl, Rebecca Warren, one of those friends of mine."
"Is she hot?" Dean automatically asked. SERIOUSLY?!
"Are you fucking kidding me! That is my point exactly!" Dean ignored me.
"Ughhh… I swear to God one of these day's someones gonna cut that damn thing off." I mumbled getting quieter as I went. Dean glared at me but Sam just kept talking.
"I went to school with her, and her brother, Zack. She says Zack's been charged with murder. He's been arrested for killing his girlfriend. Rebecca says he didn't do it, but it sounds like the cops have a pretty good case."
"Dude, what kind of people are you hangin' out with?"
"No, man, I know Zack. He's no killer."
"Well, maybe you know Zack as well as he knows you." I added.
"They're in St. Louis. We're goin'."
Dean chuckled, "Look, sorry 'bout your buddy, okay? But this does not sound like our kind of problem."
"It is our problem. They're my friends."
Right. So Dean gets to fuck whoever he wants and Sam gets to have lifelong friends. What do I get? To spend the rest of my life with my brother's scaring off anyone who gets near me.
"St. Louis is four hundred miles behind us, Sam." Dean tried to reason with him but Sam was already set on the decision.
I opened the door before I had to listen to them argue anymore.
"Hey! Where the hell do you think you're going?!"
"Too pee Dean." I yelled back with my arms across my chest.
"Would you like to come share a stall with me?"
"Quit being a smartass! I swear if I see you even look at a guy I'll come in there and drag you out!"
"Ughh!" I screamed before stomping off inside.
Turns out there may actually be something crazy going on with this case. Sam thought it would be smart to tell this girl that Dean is a detective. Just the thought of that makes me wanna burst into tears from laughter. She snuck us the evidence tape that shows Zack going into the house. Sam was doing some digging around at the motel when he woke us up in a hurry.
"Alright, so what are we doin' here at 5:30 in the morning?" Dean asked.
"I realized something. The videotape shows the killer goin' in, but not comin' out." Good catch Sammy.
"So, he came out the back door?"
"Right. So, there should be a trail to follow. A trail the police would never pursue."
" 'Cause they think the killer never left. And they caught your friend Zack inside. I still don't know what we're doin' here at 5:30 in the morning."
Sam was walking around looking at the ground. I was leaned agains the car next to Dean. Still pissed at his little stunt. We've hardly said a word. When it comes to a real fight between me and Dean it's a battle of who's gonna be the first to break the silence. I was bound and damned determined it wouldn't be me this time.
"Blood. Somebody came this way."
"Yeah, but the trail ends. I don't see anything over here."
Suddenly an ambulance flies by. Dean leaves to find out whats going on.
It wasn't long till he was back. Apparently some guy a few houses down beat the shit out of his wife.
"Hey. Remember when I said this wasn't our kind of problem? " Dean asked as he walked up.
"Yeah. " Sam said.
"Definitely our kind of problem."
"What'd you find out?"
"Well, I just talked to the patrolman who was first on the scene, heard this guy, Alex's story. Apparently the dude was driving home from a business trip when his wife was attacked."
"So, he was two places at once."
"Exactly. Then he sees himself in the house, police think he's a nutjob. "
"Two dark doubles attacking loved ones in exactly the same way."
"Could be the same thing doin' it, too."
I turned to Sam, "What about a shapeshifter? They can look like anyone."
"Every culture in the world has a shapeshifter lore. You know, legends of creatures who can transform themselves into animals or other men." Sam added on now speaking to Dean. Dean just shrugged in agreeance.
"We've got two attacks within blocks of each other. I'm guessin' we've got a shapeshifter prowlin' the neighborhood."
"Let me ask you this—in all this shapeshifter lore, can any of them fly?" Sam asked him.
"Not that I know of."
I rolled my eyes at him. No they can't. If you weren't such a dumbass you'd be more confident in your answer there horn dog.
"I picked up a trail here. Someone ran out the back of this building and headed off this way."
"Just like your friend's house."
"Yeah. And, just like at Zack's house, the trail suddenly ends. I mean, whatever it is just disappeared."
I looked around and noticed the big circle just below us. Grrrreat. I have a feeling I'm gonna have to go down there.
"Well, there's another way to go—down." They both looked at me before looking at the man-hole.
We climbed down one at a time. Dean tried to help me down as I got to the bottom, I glared at him and he droppd his hands, I jumped instead of allowing him to help me. I don't need his damn help anyways.
"I bet this runs right by Zack's house, too. The shapeshifter could be using the sewer system to get around." Sam said breaking the tension.
"I think you're right. Look at this."
It was a pile of blood, and goo, and skin, and who knows what else. Ewwwww. I might puke. "What the hell is that?!" I went to hide my face behind Sam so I wouldn't have to look at it.
"Is this from his victims?
"You know, I just had a sick thought. When the shapeshifter changes shape—maybe it sheds." Dean said with a disgusted look on his face.
"That is sick." Sam said with the same look. We left the sewers and went to get armed.
"Well, one thing I learned from Dad, is that no matter what kind of shapeshifter it is, there's one sure way to kill it."
"Silver bullet to the heart." I said not looking up at Dean.
"That'd be right." He said. He almost sounded proud. But I could give two shits less right now.
Sam's phone rings and we listened as he argued with Rebecca. Apparently she found out Dean isn't really a cop. Go figure! That was a stupid plan from the get go. Now she's pissed at Sam and it may hurt her brother's case. We went back down the sewer to find this ugly bastard.
"I think we're close to its lair." Dean said after we'd been looking for a few minutes.
"Why do you say that?"
"Because there's another puke-inducing pile next to your face there Em."
I turned and saw it, it was inches from me I could smell it so strongly it was like I was tasting it.
"Oh God! Eww.." I jumped back behind the boys and tried to stop myself from gagging.
"Just breathe Emily." Sam said with a hand on my back.
"Looks like it's lived here for a while." Dean said looking around at clothes piles.
"Who knows how many murders he's gotten away with?" Sam said.
I looked up and saw the damn thing behind Dean. Eyes glowing, wearing that second vic, some Asian guy.
"Dean!" I screamed and pointed behind him but it was too late, the thing tackled Dean to the ground. They struggled while Sam and I ran towards him but he jumped up and ran off by the time we got close. Dean was laying on the ground pissed.
"Get the son of a bitch!" We took off running and see the open manhole, we crawl back out.
"All right, let's split up." Sam suggested.
"All right, I'll meet you around the other side." Dean said, "Emily go with Sam."
I did so without arguing.
We ran around and waited to meet dean on the other side of the block.
"Do you see anything?" Sam asked me.
"No. But here comes Dean."
"Hey, you guys get anything.
"No. He's gone."
"All right, let's get back to the car." I followed behind the boys.
"You think he found another way underground?" Sam asked.
My stomach started to knot a little, I didn't know if it was the shitty gas station food or what. But it hurt!
"Yeah, probably. You got the keys?" Dean asked Sam… that was odd. Dean doesn't usually give up so easily. The more I looked at him the more I realized that something was off. Then it hit me. The shifter tackled Dean. It touched him.
I quickly and discreetly grabbed Sam's jacket at the back and briefly yanked.
"Sam!" I whispered.
"What?" He turned to me with a confused look.
"Its not Dean!" I said eyes wide, and it was but a moment later that Sam caught on and turned with his gun on the shifter.
"Whoa whoa whoa!" the shifter threw his hands up.
"Where the hell is my brother?" I asked with a low hard voice.
"Dude, chill. It's me, all right?"
"No, I don't think so. Where's my brother?" Sam added.
"You're about to shoot him. Sam, calm down. She's still pissed at me! She's freaking out for no reason."
"The fuck I am. I know my brother. You ain't him."
"Why don't you pull the trigger, then? Hm? 'Cause you're not sure. Dude, you know me."
The shifter took a step forward towards Sam as if trying to reassure him, but suddenly swung a crowbar and knocked him out. I reached for my gun but was too slow and he hit it out of my hand. I decked him square in the nose and he stepped back. I stood up and turned to get my gun off the ground. I grabbed it but when I stood up to turn it on him everything just went black.
Its wet, whatever I'm sitting in is wet and cold. It stinks in here. My eyes slowly start to open again. I look around. Back in the Sewers. Damn this shifter. I'm probably sitting in sewage. The thought makes me wanna hurl all over. Suddenly there's a voice.
"Where is he? Where's Dean?" Sam asks. I look to my left and See the shifter tying him up to a pole beside me.
"I wouldn't worry about him. I'd worry about you."
"Where is he?"
"You don't really wanna know." He chuckled. I felt like puking again but for a whole different reason. Where is my brother? He has to be okay. I can't live without him. He's my rock. Everything in my life would crumble without him.
" I swear, the more I learn about you and your family—I thought I came from a bad background."
"What do you mean, learn?" Sam asked him. The shifter stopped what he was doing and leaned down close to Sam's face.
"He's sure got issues with you. You got to go to college. He had to stay home. I mean, I had to stay home. With Dad and Emily. You don't think I had dreams of my own? But Dad needed me. Where the hell were you?"
This struck my nerve. "Shut the fuck up and tell me where my brother is!" When I spoke both Sam and the shifter turned towards me. They didn't know I was awake until now.
"Well well well, look who is awake finally!" the shifter stood up and walked over to me.
"Man. You oughta hear the thoughts rolling around in this head when it comes to you." He shook his head. I just glared at him. Silently.
"He thinks you're a little slut ya know? He thinks you're a hassel. A pain in his ass that Dad stuck him with. Dad didn't wanna be with you anymore so he forced you on Dean." I could feel the tears building but I refused to let this monster see me cry.
"Fuck you." I spat at him.
"Careful, that's bordering incest! Not that a little slut like you cares."
"Don't you talk to her like that you bastard!" I could hear Sam. He was severely pissed off. I've never seen him so angry. Not even in his arguments with dad. But I never broke eye contact with the shifter.
"Dean can't stand being stuck with your issues. He thinks you're weak. He has to baby you and he's sick of it. He wants to leave you. Just like Daddy and Sammy over there." I was biting my lip trying not to let him see it quiver.
"Don't you listen to him Emily! He's lying!" Sam tried to tell me. I'm sure he could see my face fall as the shifter kept going.
"You knew this already, didn't you Emily? You've been thinking it for days now. Daddy left you. He doesn't want you. Sam didn't want you." He waved to Sam and shook his head as if he was pitying me.
"But thank God for Dean right? He wants you! Well kiddo I hate to tell you but Dean just keeps you around to please Dad. He's nice to you because he doesn't wanna listen to you whine. Its annoying."
My heart was breaking with every word that came out of his mouth. He was right. I thought my daddy would never leave me. That he loved me. I've started questioning that recently. How could he really love me if he can just leave me like that. But I've never questioned Dean's love for me… until now. What if he really is the one who just got stuck with me. What if I really am just a burden, I've been difficult to deal with the last few years.
"You son of a bitch. Where is my brother!" Sam yelled at him.
The shifter finally tore his eyes away from me, satisfied with what he's done.
"Well he's on his way to pay sweet little Becky a visit! He wants to bang her, but I have something much more fun planned." He laughed and Sam struggled against the rope. Trying to get free, I just sat in Silence. Trying to reach my knife. Almost got it.
"By now kids, you take care!" The shifter put on Dean's jacket and walked away.
Sam was still struggling against his ropes. "Em… you got your knife?"
"Yeahh.. I .. " I was straining to reach my pocket, ".. almost.. GOT IT!"
I quickly started sawing at my ropes.
"Emily.. you know he was lying. About all of it." I didn't wanna talk about this. I couldn't.
"Yeah Sam."
I could tell by his sigh he knew I wasn't convicned. "Em we love you. Dean, he loves you. You're his whole world Emily. He'd do anything for you. We both would."
I cut threw the final string and broke free running to cut Sam's.
"Emily please say something." I didn't know what to say. I couldn't talk about it.
"Sam.. please tell me its you and not that face stealing son of a bitch."
"Dean?!" Me and Sam both turned around. I broke Sam free and we went around the corner to find Dean tied up to a pole as well.
"Oh man its good to see you!" Sam went straight to work on his ropes. I dug around in the clothes piles looking for our guns. I handed the boy's theirs and stuffed mine into my waist band and wrapped my shirt around it.
"Well he ain't stupid. Atleast he picked the handsome one."
"Yeah, that's the thing. He didn't just look like you, he was you. Or he was becoming you."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know, it was like he was downloading your thoughts and memories."
"You mean, like the Vulcan mind meld?"
Sam tried to tell me the shifter was lying. But its obvious now that he believes the damn thing was tapped into Dean's mind. I felt like bursting into tears.
"Yeah, somethin' like that. I mean, maybe that's why he doesn't just kill us."
"Maybe he needs to keep us alive. Psychic connection."
"Alright lets go, this things going for Rebecca." I quickly reminded them. They both looked to me but I was already walking away. I couldn't look at either of them right now.
We knew we wouldn't get to Rebecca fast enough. Sam ran for a phone wanting to call the cops, they'd be faster. Even though It'd be Dean they were busting in on which makes things very difficult for us. Thankfully Rebecca wasn't killed, but the shifter still got away. It didn't take us long to catch up to him. The whole thing was a blur really. It all happened so fast, and my mind was so preoccupied the only thing I really can focus on is watching Dean shoot the shifter, himself. It was an odd site to see. We knew The police would buy Dean's death and we couldn't have him walking around town. We made a quick goodbye to Rebecca and hauled ass out of town. We finally settled at a motel a few hours away.
We walked in and I went straight for the shower. I had to wash this off of me. This whole hunt, this whole day. It was horrible. The entire ride I had my earbuds shoved in my ears on full blast. But even then I couldn't hear the music. All I could hear were the shifter's words replaying in my mind. Making my biggest fear a reality. Maybe Dean does put on this act. I'll be 18 in a less than 3 years. Maybe he's planning on ditching me.
The water was turned as hot as it would go, it burned, but It felt good. I sat there and watched the water go from brown to clear as all the grime was washed down the drain. When I finally felt clean the hot water was gone and replaced with cool water. I got out and dressed for bed. I honestly didn't know where I wanted to sleep tonight. When it was Dean and me alone we each got a bed to ourselves. But we've been sharing beds since we were kids. Motels only come with two and with 3 or 4 of us to a room we would be stuck sharing. I was tempted to try and sleep in the large lounge chair in the corner, but I knew that would send a red flag to the boys, I didn't want them asking me any questions tonight.
Sam heard the shifter, but I wish he didn't. I know he won't just drop it. I just pray he doesn't tell Dean. I don't think I could handle hearing the real Dean admit it was true. It would kill me.
I walked out and went straight to lay in the closest bed, not sure whose it was since both the boys were standing. Sam grabbed his duffel bag and went to shower. Sorry Sammy. No hot water.
I closed my eyes and tried to go to sleep.
"Hey Em." Dean called out to me.
"hmm?" I replied without bothering to sit up, I really was exhausted.
"You okay? You've been giving me the cold shoulder for a couple of day's now. You're not still pissed are you?"
"Nahh. Just tired." Oh and crushed. I am absolutely crushed at the thought that you think I'm weak.
"Emily…" Oh great. I knew that tone. Dammit. I shouldn't have left the boys alone. I knew Sam would open his big ass mouth. Damn him.
"He was lying kiddo."
"Okay Dean."
"Do you believe me?" he asked sincerely.
Not really. "Yeah."
I heard Dean stand and begin to walk towards me. I kept my eyes closed. I knew if I opened them he'd read right into my head. He always does.
"Emily come on." I stayed silent and felt the bed move next to me. Dean sat down and started to stroke the damp hair by my ear.
"You can't honestly think I don't want you." I stayed silent but could feel the tears well up behind my eyelids. The last thing I wanna do is cry in front of Dean. Making his opinion of me being a weak whiny baby true.
"Emily. I don't know what all that asshole said but Sam told me enough of it for me to know that you should know he was lying! Kiddo look at me, please." I opened my eyes finally, a small tear fell out. Dean reached down and caught it. This only made more wanna fall. I bit down on lip trying to stop it from quivering.
"Kiddo." Dean said so low it was almost a whisper. I finally leaned up and put my back against the headboard. Sitting so Dean was directly in front of me. I pulled a hand through my hair and tried to collect myself some before looking up at him. Im not sure it did much good, when I did look up I could see his face fall. I must look rough, I can still feel tears fallings slowly. One at a time.
"He knew Sam left me… He knew Dad left me… He knew that I was coming to the conclusion that dad doesn't want me around anymore. That I was just a burden. That he just dumped me on you…. " My breathing hitched and I looked away from Dean and slightly shook my head.
I kept my gaze on the corner of the room.. not able to look at Dean as I spoke the next part. Afraid that I would see his face and know it was all true.
"…Then he told me that you think I'm a slut. That you got stuck with me and only keep my around to please dad. That you didn't want me either…" I couldn't help it anymore. I had to stop to take in a sharp breath. "He said you think I'm weak, you're sick dealing with my issues and having to baby me…"
Saying that last part out loud just reminded me why I need to suck it up. Dean had a hand on my shoulder as I talked, but now I felt the need to shrug it off.
"Emily Anne you look at me right now." But I just couldn't.
"Emily!" He said harshly… great. He's mad. He's mad the shifter busted his secret and now here I am crying about it. I wish I hadn't said anything at all.
He grabbed my face and turned it towards his. His expression went from angry, to confused, and landed on what looked like hurt.
"How could you believe any of that?" He searched my face for something that said I doubted the shifter but all I could do was cry. Dean scooted closer and wrapped his arms around me. He was silent and just let me cry into his shoulder. He would occasionally kiss my head on my hairline and rub his thumb on my arm. I wanted to believe he really loves me, and I think I do. But I can't stop replaying those words. Over and over and over again. It was Dean's mouth. Dean's voice. Dean's mind.
We stayed like that for a good 5-10 minutes. Before I finally started to stop.
"I'm sorry." I whispered.
"For what kiddo?"
"For falling apart on you… not just tonight. But all the time. I'm sorry you had to be the one to fix it. That I couldn't do it myself. You've always just put me back together, I never thought about how much of a hassle it is for you."
"Its not a hassle. Emily shit happened. Okay. We both know it, and sometimes when shit happens we just don't come out the same. You're sill my Emily, you just need a little more help sometimes."
"But that doesn't mean you should have to baby me Dean."
"I don't! Emily you can't control it. I know that. Its not your fault. None of it ever was."
I looked down at my hands.
"I just wanna go to sleep De."
"Okay… but first you have to promise me you'll forget everything that asshole said to you."
"I can't De. I just… it was you saying it. I mean it wasn't but it was. You looked into my eyes and said the words like it was nothing."
"Em it wasn't me." He pleaded.
"Can I just promise to try… that's all I can promise you for now." I was honest with him.
"Yeah. Yeah that's good enough for now. Get some rest. I'll come to bed later."
Sleep came quickly, I really was exhausted and mine and Dean's stupid chick flick moment just took everything I had left energy wise. It had been a long time since I really cried like that. I forgot how drained you feel afterwards.