Goodnight Midnight Moon

It had been a week since I arrived at Bobby's house. I learned more about life, but I did not know why I had fallen or where from. My past was nothing but a mystery to me. There was a part of me elsewhere, and I could not find it. It was lost in a vast sea of endless swirling blues. It was like picking a single bubble from all that water. I would never find that other piece of me.

Night had descended on the house in which I was temporarily living in. Bobby and Sam told me I was safer here than at a hospital. I think they are right in a way. I felt like if I led them I would be in grave danger. It was like they were the knights guarding me their princess. Except I was no princess. What good was a princess if she could not remember anything?

I was in my room upstairs when I heard Bobby and Sam arguing. I slowly crept out of the bed to the door. I slowly and ever so slightly turned the metal handle to pull the door open.

Bobby sighed, "Sam you can not go out and make another deal!"

"Do you have another idea," Sam asked in an angered tone.

I opened the door a little bit more, but it creaked. I heard them both stop talking. I heard footsteps come to the bottom of the stairs so I moved away from the door slowly. I heard Sam sigh before his footsteps retreated back to the living room.

"Sam, I think he is gone for good."

"No," Sam growled, "Dean is not gone for good! There is a way to get him back!"

Bobby snapped, "Sam no demon is willing to make any deals."

I heard the scattering of papers and books on the desk. I heard pages being flipped open. It was a frantic search for something. Based on the discussion I do not think that something even existed.

"Then find something stronger than a demon."

I heard some footsteps as if they were walking around the room. A carefully choreographed argument planned by fate. The floor creaked and groaned from their weight shifting over the old floorboards.

"Like what?"

Sam shouted, "I'll figure it out."

A set of angry footsteps made their way to the front of the house. Sam was storming out of the house in a large giant like steps. I knew he was tall, but it sounded like he was taking four foot long strides.

Bobby shouted, "Where are you going?"

Sam growled, "Out."

I crept back into my room where I shut the door ever so silently so they did not know I was up. I knew they might have their suspicions. I was not a silent person at all. I was rather quite clumsy at doing the silent things. My feet tiptoeing about the house at night to go to the bathroom was like the sound of a herd of elephants.

I looked out the window to see Sam sitting on the hood of a car. He was looking out towards the full moon. The stars shone brightly back at him as if they sympathized with his pain.

I looked down to see I was in my white nightgown. I had my white bra and white underwear underneath. I could sneak out of this house and look half decent. I was oddly always caring about how I looked. Perhaps it is a part of the person I forgot I was. The lost half of me that was still out there.

My fingers wrapped around the wooden window to pull it up. I climbed out of the window to slowly creep out of my room onto the roof. The cool air of the night swirled around me. My skin allowed little bumped to raise. I shivered as my teeth chattered.

I slowly and silently crept over the grey shingled roof to the little ladder on the side of the house. Bobby placed the ladder there yesterday to do a paint job to the side of the house.

I climbed down it slowly to place my bare feet on the gravel road around Bobby's place. The air was cold, but the ground was even colder. The stones were like ice cubes, but they felt sharp almost. Some were smooth, but others were jagged.

I walked up to Sam slowly because I did not want to frighten him. This, of course, failed as I skidded on the stones. Sam turned his head to look at me. His chocolate eyes landed on my brown eyes. I looked down to the ground in shame as my blonde hair covered my face.

Sam sighed, "Hey, should you be upstairs?"

"Yeah," I sighed back.

"How did you get out of the house without Bobby seeing you?"

"The window."

Sam looked back towards the house. I looked too to see the light blue window curtains blow ever so slightly outside of the opened window. His eyes shimmered with a memory of his youth.

"Smart move." Sam laughed, "I did that too when I was younger. See, Bobby is a close friend of my father's. When my dad had buisness trips I would often stay with Bobby. My brother and I would sneak out the window if we wanted to go into town. Always got in trouble, but it never stopped us."

"Is Dean your brother," I pried.

Sam let out a loud sigh, "How much of that conversation did you hear?"

I whispered with cheeks burning, "All of it."

Sam shook his head, "You must think we are insane."

I shook my head at him as I sat down next to him on the hood. The metal of the car was cold against my skin and thin nightgown. I shivered at the temperature on the metal. While it was smooth the coolness of the metal was getting to me. Perhaps I should have got a little bit more dressed.

"No, not insane. That is not the word I would use. Perhaps different. I saw all the boos on monsters when I arrived. You believe in that stuff don't you?"

"Yeah, I do." Sam shook his head, "I have had to face countless monsters over my lifetime. I will fight many more too."

"You want to save your brother Dean?"

"I do," Sam nodded. "I have tried everything I can think of to do it too."

I placed my hand on his shoulder where I rubbed small circles. Sam looked over at me with a faint smile. He moved his arms to pick me up so I sat in his lap but curled in his arms. I pressed my nose into his chest where I let out a deep sigh.

"Phoebe," Sam asked.

"Hmm?"

"Do you think I am doing to right thing? Trying to save my brother?"

"It is a heroic move, but you have got to know when to draw a line. What are you willing to risk to save Dean?"

"Everything," He sighed.

I curled into him more as my body began to shiver. Sam shook his head as he pulled into his warm body more. He was like a furnace. No, a comfy warm teddy bear. Was there an in between? That wasn't a teddy bear on fire? If there is an in between that was what Sam was. Perfectly warm enough for me to melt into him like butter on toast.

"You're freezing."

I hummed, "But your warm."

We sat there curled against one another on the hood of the black car. Sam had his eyes locked on the sky once more. I peered my eyes over my shoulder to look in the sky. It was so beautiful, and I felt like I had seen it differently. Like at a different angle, but whatever that angle was I had no idea. Perhaps upside down?

"What you thinking," Sam asked me.

I smiled, "If I see a shooting star I am going to make a wish."

Sure enough there in the sky was a star. A big beautiful shooting star. Her tinting blue as she glided over the big black sky. I hummed as I made my wish. A wish that I would never ever tell a single soul.

"Did you make your wish," Sam asked.

"Yeah," I yawned.

"Come on," Sam stated as he moved. "Let's get you inside and into bed."

"Okay," I whispered.

I placed my nose into his chest as he stood up from the hood. He carried me with his arm under my legs, and the other arm snaked around my hips to lock hands by my hip. I curled my arms around his torso for extra support. Sam carried me without issue to the house.

He slowly opened the door with his foot and hands. He slowly made his way into the entry hallway. It was a tiny crowded space for the two of us to fit in. My foot brushed up against the wall. I did not mind it, but Sam softly apologized to me. It was not like he hurt me. Honestly, it was a new and different touch I got to experience. It was as if I was born just yesterday.

"What is she doing out there," Bobby asked.

Sam whispered, "She came out to see me."

Bobby sighed, "We'll get you both to bed. I'll make some breakfast in the morning."

"Thanks Bobby," Sam states before he made his climb up the stairs.

The stairs creaked loudly with the weight of Sam and I placed on each of the wooden boards. We made our way into the hallway, and then into my bedroom.

The bedroom was a small little room on the front side of the house. Painted baby blue with white trim. It was probably once a baby nursery, but I did not see Bobby as the married and have kids type. He did, however, seem like a father figure to Sam.

Sam places me on the bed slowly. He pulled the covers over me and made sure I was comfortable. He placed an extra pillow by my head too. Sam was honest to God gentleman despite his gigantic appearance.

Sam walked to the window where he pulled in the curtains. He slowly shut the window, but he did not close it all the way. He left it barely open. It was enough to get a short breeze into the room.

"Night Phoebe."

"Night Sam."

Author's Note:

Dear Readers,

From Chapter Two and future chapters take place between the end of Season 3 and the start of Season 4. I will be following the plot as close as I can get it. As for who Phoebe's special someone is they have not been declared or officially stated. Who do you think it will be? Sam? Dean? Someone else? Let me know! As always have a great day where ever you are in this great big world.

-LittleLover11