Firstly, big sorry, I've been trying to update this for ages! I really had the worst mental block ever! I had this idea and another AU chapter planned out for months now. I knew exactly what was going to happen, and why. But then when it came to adding meat to the bones, my brain screamed at me and shut down my Christmas. So I watched my new Season 6 of SPN on DVD and well the muse came rushing back ;) [It's a sucker for Dean!]
Second- Happy New Year Everyone!
Third- big shout outs to, Asya55, Sam and Dean Crazy Ass Wench, Klandergraf2007, and, xxjempa1112luvsSpnxx for the awesome reviews! Thanks dudes!
Anyway- enjoy and please review!
Dean drove away. Sam wanted to be left.
I sat in the passenger side of my Camero staring out into the blur of nature that passed by as I processed it all. Sam had found out exactly what had happened to Amy and man was he pissed and hurt. He couldn't face being around Dean, and me. I kept it from Sam just as much as Dean. I felt bad for that. I truly did, but at the same time, I knew it wasn't my place to say anything. I remembered Sam's face as we drove away. Dean had his eyes glued on the road, hands strangling the steering wheel, the whites of his knuckles showing. I remember glancing into the side mirror and catching Sam turn to the car. It was clear he had tears in his eyes, yet at the same time, his face showed how determined he was to be alone. It cut me up inside, seeing his face like that.
It had been hours since we left Sam, the sun had set a life time ago and we were driving in darkness. Neither of us had spoken since we left Sam. Dean was taking as much time as I did to process it all. I glanced to Dean and watched him. His eyes were on the road, his hands on the wheel, but he wasn't in the car with me. He was in his mind. Deep in thought, my guess, replaying the events of the day over and over again. I know I was.
"He'll be ok." I said breaking the vow of silence we had going in my baby. Dean blinked and shifted in his seat a little, clearing his throat.
"I know." He muttered, keeping his eyes glued on the road.
"I know you know, I'm just verbalising it so we all know." I said and smirked as Dean glanced at me. He sighed softly and nodded a little.
"Good." He said with the smallest of smiles.
"Alright then." I nodded firmly and turned on my music. Bullet For My Valentine started to play and I bobbed my head along with the music. "The night had started here we go-" Dean suddenly switched off my music. I turned to Dean raising an eyebrow. Dean smirked at me before shaking his head.
"Ugh, how can you listen to that crap?" Dean asked plainly.
"That is not crap Winchester. That is four Welshmen who know how to make rock music." I informed Dean with a nod and reached to turn the song back on. Dean swatted my hand away and fished in glove pocket. "What are you looking for?" I asked confused as I watched Dean search. He pulled out a CD and swapped it over.
"This." Dean smirked and hit play. Suddenly Metallica started to play. I turned the music off and now it was Dean's turn to look at me confused.
"You call that music?" I scoffed shaking my head.
"What? Yeah! It's so much better than your crap Welsh rubbish!" Dean cried out and went to turn it back on. I slapped his hand away from the CD player.
"No way." I said shaking my head, a smirk on my face. Dean pouted for a moment then a devilish grin crossed his lips.
"Remember the rule?" Dean asked giving me an evil smirk.
"Rule?" I asked confused.
"Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts their cake hole!" Dean smirked turning Metallica back on and moshing to it as he drove.
"But it's my car!" I argued over the music.
"Sorry, can't hear you!" Dean yelled back turning up the music. I glared at him for a few minutes then couldn't help but laugh. Dean was making duck faces and strutting his head around like a chicken. I think he thought it was good, me, I just found it hilarious. Dean smiled at me and I felt my heart race a little. It was such a warm, innocent smile. He had dimples in his cheeks and the smile lit up his whole face. It made his green eyes brighter some how. I felt the heat creep up into my cheeks as I looked away. The man had more effect on me than I was willing to be known. The more I started to remember about him, about who I was, who we were together, the more I was attracted to him. The fact I asked him to kiss me showed that more than anything. I mindlessly ran a finger over my lips as if I could still feel his lips pressed against mine. The softness and tenderness of the kiss. The way his scent rushed around me, protecting me from the big bad world. I hated to admit it, I always thought of myself as an independent kind of woman, but I liked the way Dean made me feel protected, safe.
We drove for a few more hours when it started to get too late to drive. Dean had thankfully turned down the Metallica enough so that we could chat a little. I was curled up in a ball with my head resting against the window, fighting to stay awake. I noticed Dean yawn and took it as a sign.
"We need to stop." I sighed pushing some hair out of my face.
"All my cards are going to be flagged by the leviathans." Dean said glancing at me. I shuffled in the seat a little then went under the passenger side seat. I pulled out a small box and unlocked the combination pad lock. "What is that?" Dean asked glancing at me.
"A box." I said plainly and opened it up. Inside there was about two thousand dollars, a bunch of fake cards and some other things.
"Whoa, where did you get your hands on that much cash?" Dean asked as he looked at the money. I took some out and stuffed it into my pocket, before locking the box and putting it back where it came from.
"I play darts, poker... I can't help it if everyone I play thinks I'm an easy target." I said with a shrug and Dean chuckled.
"You husseled them?" He asked with an impressed and approving smile.
"Husseled is such a harsh word. I mealy taught them not to judge a book by it's cover." I smirked a little.
"And the cards?" Dean asked smirking at me.
"Emergencies. They were for times when my usual aliases wouldn't work. I only use them when I really, really need to. I doubt the leviathans know about any of them." I said softly.
"Well there should be a motel soon, I'll pull over there." Dean said speeding up the Camero slightly.
A few miles later we pulled into the next motel we spotted. It wasn't anything too fancy, just a nice place to lay our heads for the night. Dean parked my Camero and we climbed out grabbing a few bags. We walked into the front office and was greeted by an older man sat reading a book. He was in his late fifties with grey hair and glasses. He finished his page before looking up at us.
"What can I do for you?" He asked sighing softly.
"Can we get two rooms for the night?" Dean asked plainly.
"Nope." The man replied without even blinking.
"Excuse me?" I asked confused, the sign had said there was rooms available.
"We only have one room, it's a single, if you want it." The old man said looking straight at Dean. In turn, Dean looked at me worried. I rubbed the back of neck and fought not to yawn again.
"We could keep driving." Dean whispered softly to me. But the problem was he looked as tired as I was. We were both so tired and needed to rest in a bed, even if it was only for a few hours. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"No, come on... we're both grown ups. We can figure this out." I said with a small smile. The truth was I wasn't sure how to share with Dean. Since my memories had started to trickle back, my opinion of him had changed, again. I was definitely attracted to him, there was something there I liked. But a part of me was holding me back. A part that was telling me I was safer alone. Dean nodded slowly and turned back to the old man.
"We'll take the room for the night." Dean sighed softly.
"Thought you might." The old man smirked before we filled out the paper work. We paid for the room and walked back out into the cold nights air.
"He played us." I said grumpily as we walked to the room.
"Yeah, but we need the rest." Dean said with a small yawn as we cross the car park.
"Stupid old man..." I mumbled hitching my back pack on my shoulder more.
We reached the motel room and Dean unlocked it, holding the door open for me. I smiled at him as I walked in. My heart jumped into my throat as I realised just how small the room was. There was a single bed, a chair, and a bathroom and - that was it. There really wasn't any spare room. I dropped my bags at the bottom of the bed and turned to Dean nervously.
"Well... this is cosy..." I said with a nervous laugh. Dean took a good look around before dropping his bags next to mine.
"It's only for one night..." Dean sighed looking at me and trying to give me a reassuring smile.
"Yeah." I said softly, tucking some hair behind my ear nervously. "Yeah, just one night..." I mumbled to myself.
"I could do with a shower..." Dean said nodding towards the bathroom behind me.
"Oh, ok... I'll.. um.." I said looking around the room helplessly. It was really awkward and I wasn't really helping that much. "You want me to leave?" I asked confused as to what to do for the best.
"No, it's late." Dean said grabbing a few things out of his bag. "Why don't you just get ready for bed."
"Are you sure... I mean-" I started to ramble when Dean put a hand on my shoulder and looked into my eyes. My heart raced a little at his touch and even more when I looked into his beautiful green eyes.
"We are both adults, we can share a bed. I'll even put the pillow between us, ok?" Dean asked softly.
"Sorry." I sighed out as some of the tension left me. "I'm acting like an idiot..." I admitted biting my bottom lip.
"You're not, trust me." Dean chuckled pulling me into a small hug. I wrapped my arms around him and buried my head into his chest.
"Thanks for not being weird." I muttered into his chest.
"It's what I'm here for." Dean joked as we pulled apart. "And now I'm going to shower. Wont be too long." He said walking past me to the bathroom. I watched him walk away and then collapsed onto the edge of the bed. My heart was racing and all I could think about was being so close to him. How good he smelt, how his heart beat made me feel safe, how all I wanted to do was kiss his perfect lips. I groaned inwardly and pushed all my hair off my face. How old are you again? Teenager? I didn't think so! Get a grip Megan! Dean and you... there is no Dean and you! You just need to- My internal argument was cut short as I herd the shower turn on and my thoughts turned to how Dean must look in the shower. Needless to say, my heart raced and my blood rushed through my veins.
I sat enjoying my mental image for a few minutes before realising I needed to change. I dived into my bag and pulled out some shorts and a grey t-shirt that was too big for me. I wasn't sure if the t-shirt was Dean's or Sam's but a while ago it had appeared in my bag and I refused to give it back. I dumped my jacket on the floor and pulled the t-shirt over my head, my side was still a little sore from being thrown into the wall by the leviathan Sam. I grabbed the over sized t-shirt and eased it on.
"Damn it." I hissed as I knocked my side slightly. I quickly changed into my shorts and folded the rest of my clothes up as I herd the water stop. A few minutes later in a plume of steam Dean walked out of the shower in just a towel. His hair was damp and messy, and a few drops of water rolled down his chest. The man had a great six pack, even with the tattoo on his chest, he was sexy and he knew it. The way his muscles tightened as if he could feel my gaze on his skin, the curves and the oh so yummy way the stomach muscles made a clear line down to his-
"Enjoying the view?" Dean chuckled making me blink out of my thoughts. Instantly I felt the heat rise in my cheeks as I looked away.
"I was just..." I mumbled picking up my toothbrush and paste. Dean laughed some more and I looked back at him, he was so cute. He looked too innocent stood there in just a towel.
"Hey, isn't that my t-shirt?" Dean asked pointing to my chest. I glanced down and a small smirk crossed my lips.
"Maybe." I smirked walking past him to the bathroom and closing the door behind me. Again my heart was racing like a loved up puppy. I felt stupid for feeling the way I did around a man, I really didn't know as well as I should have. I washed my face in cool water and cleaned my teeth. I was half way through cleaning my teeth when Dean walked in with his own toothbrush. He grabbed my paste and started to clean his teeth next to me. I glanced at him and he smirked at me.
"You're an idiot." I teased rolling my eyes a little after we finished brushing our teeth.
"And you have the hots for me." Dean said plainly. I choked out a laugh and shook my head that fast I got double vision.
"No way!" I cried out in protest before walking back into the small room.
"You do." Dean teased watching me get all flustered.
"Nope." I said shaking my head a little slower this time.
"Trust me Megan, I know women, and I know when one has the hots for me." Dean said almost too seriously. I turned to him and smirked.
"Dean, I think your heads getting bigger. You might need to see someone about that." I joked.
"I know you dig me." Dean said with a warm smile as he climbed into the bed.
"No, you just want me to dig you." I corrected him as I climbed in too and grabbed a pillow to place between us.
"I know it." Dean admitted with a grin.
"Please..." I scoffed a little.
"You were checking me out." Dean pointed out.
"I..." I was lost for words and Dean pointed a finger to me.
"See!" He smirked. "Plus you asked me to kiss you back at the police station."
"I had concussion, I didn't know what I was saying!" I said trying to defend myself.
"So you remember?" Dean asked with a look in his eyes. I shifted slightly in the bed and cleared my throat.
"Good night Dean." I said laying down and turning my back on him. I herd his chuckle as he laid down too, turning the light out.
"Night Megan." He said with a smirk in his voice.
I slept well that night. No weird dreams, no waking up in cold sweats. Just a happy, normal night's sleep. I woke in the morning and looked around, I couldn't see Dean anywhere. I was a little confused.
"Dean? You here?" I shouted sitting up a little and peering into the bathroom. I got no answer and couldn't see any signs of him. I looked around again and noticed his clothes were gone. I shrugged my shoulders theorising that he had gone for food. I grabbed some clean clothes and went to the bathroom. I closed the door and took my clothes off, turning on the hot shower. I stepped into the stream of water and sighed as I instantly started to feel at peace. The warm water rushed over my skin, soothing all the cuts and bruises from the fight with the leviathan Sam. It was heaven.
I kissed Dean. I kissed Dean and it was good. I smirked running my fingertips over my lips as if I could still feel his lips pressed against mine. I love how he makes me feel. The rush I get from being around him. I'm like a school girl here, catching glances, enjoying vivid mental images... damn I'm falling for him.
The water started to cool down and that was my indication to get out. I turned the taps off and grabbed a towel wrapping it around my body. I climbed out of the shower and herd a voice.
"You need to leave! Leave! Leave this place! Now!" A woman's voice yelled from around me. I looked around but I was completely alone.
"Hello?" I asked as I noticed my breath, the room had gone cold. Too cold.
"Leave!" A woman screamed at me as she appeared in the bathroom. She looked like she was from the 1960's, right down to the hair cut and flower print dress. She rushed at me with so much anger in her eyes. "LEAVE!" She screamed rushing through me and making me dizzy. I fell to the floor with a thud, landing on my backside. I looked around and she was gone again.
"What the hell?" I asked myself, pulling myself up onto my feet.
I quickly got changed and practically ran out of the bathroom, looking for my phone. I grabbed it just as the door to the motel opened and Dean walked in with a couple of coffee's and a paper bag.
"We have a problem." Both me and Dean said at the same time.
"What?" Again we said at the same time.
"I said we have a problem." We said in unison.
"You first." Dean said putting the food and drinks on the bed side drawers.
"There's a ghost in the room or the motel. I'm not sure which." I said sighing.
"A ghost?" Dean asked confused.
"Yeah, a woman who looked like an extra out of Austin Powers just rushed me in the bathroom yelling at me to leave." I explained taking one of the coffee's and taking a sip.
"Are you ok?" Dean asked slightly worried.
"Yeah, just went a little dizzy." I admitted looking at the coffee. Dean moved to bob down in front of me. He peeled off the badge over my stitches and took a look at them.
"She bust a few stitches." Dean sighed softly.
"Awesome." I said sarcastically. "What was your good news?" I asked taking another sip of the coffee.
"You're not going to like it..." Dean said standing up.
"Why? What's wrong?" I asked confused.
"It's best for you to see for yourself." Dean said holding his hand out to me. I slowly took it and fallowed Dean out to the car park. We walked over to my Camero and I saw red.
"WHO DID THIS!" I screamed as I looked at my baby. Someone had slashed all her tyres. She was on her rims on the lot. I marched around her, checking each tire, getting more and more pissed as I saw the tyres.
"I found her this way when I went for breakfast." Dean explained. I was fuming. I was ready to kill someone.
"Aww baby, who did this to you?" I asked stroking my baby as the old man who worked in the office walked past us.
"Car trouble?" He asked Dean.
"Car trouble? Car trouble? Someone has bloody ripped my baby to shreds! That isn't car trouble! That is some, some, some sick individual messing with my baby!" I snapped walking towards the old man. Dean grabbed me by the waist and pulled me backwards to him, as the old man looked scared for his life.
"She just really loves the car." Dean said putting a hand over my mouth before I could say any more.
"I see." The old man shrugged looking at Dean. "We've been having some trouble with the local teenagers, they think it's fun."
"Mmm mhmh mmm!" I said with Dean's hand still over my mouth.
"What she say?" The old man asked confused.
"You really don't want to know..." Dean chuckled a little nervously. The old man took one more look at us before walking off. Dean took his hand off my mouth and let me go.
"I am going to kill whoever did this to my baby!" I growled turning to Dean.
"I truly believe that, but for now, we need to get her some new tyres." Dean explained softly.
"I hate this place!" I groaned as we walked back to the motel room.
"Well this day just keeps getting better and better!" I yelled throwing my phone onto the bed. Dean was sat in the only other chair in the room, flicking through a magazine.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked confused. I huffed and folded my arms over my chest.
"Apparently they wont be able to get the tyres for my baby until tomorrow night at the earliest, that's if the place is open!" I growled, scowling at Dean.
"This isn't my fault!" Dean said throwing his hands in the air.
"I know, sorry." I said still sounding grumpy. "Just someone messed with my baby..."
"I know." Dean said getting up and crossing the small space to sit next to me on the bed. He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me to him so my head was resting on his chest. "I would do anything necessary if anyone touched my baby." Dean added.
"I know you understand." I said with a small sad smile.
"I understand you." Dean admitted with a warm smile. Suddenly all the lights became brilliantly bright. The world felt like it was spinning off it's axis and I felt like I was going to throw up. I let out a cry of pain and I closed my eyes tight and held my head. I faintly herd Dean's worried voice as he arms wrapped around my body.
"I understand you." Dean said rubbing my shoulders as I stood looking up at the full moon. It was so beautiful and memorizing. I couldn't help but watch it for hours at a time.
"I glad someone does..." I sighed feeling the pull of the moon.
"Hey, hey look at me." Dean said softly, I turned and looked at him. He was stood in his jeans topless, his hair a mess and his eyes showed how sleepy he was. "You're not-"
"A monster?" I asked softly, tilting my head to one side.
"Well I was going to say freak." Dean shrugged with a smirk. "But whatever. The point is, you are Megan O'Connor. You are the most, sexist woman I haver ever met." Dean said placing a small kiss on my lips as his arms wrapped around my waist. "The funniest. Smartest, most kick ass woman ever." Dean added kissing me again. The wolf side of me stirred with his attention and the self doubt, the lack of confidence I had disappeared.
"You're not so bad yourself." I smirked returning the kiss, making it more heated as I played with his tongue. I felt Dean's arms wrap around me tighter, pulling me closer to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck as his hands went to my thighs tugging a little.
"I l-" Dean started to say when I shook my head.
"We promised we weren't going to say it." I said cutting him off. Dean smirked at me, tugging at my legs again. I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist as he held my backside.
"Fine." Dean smirked before placing a quick kiss on my lips. "You wanna take this back to the bed?" He asked in a seductive voice. I smirked before kissing his neck, deep throaty groans escaping his lips at every little nip I placed.
"Yes please..." I whispered into his ear before sucking on it. I felt Dean shiver under my touch and my heart raced.
The light died back down to normal as the world slowed down to normal again. The memory settled into my brain as I felt Dean's hands on my shoulders, his voice asking me something. I blinked a few times and looked around, realising that I was in a motel room.
"Megan? Can you hear me?" Dean asked from the side of me. My head was like cotton wool as I turned to him slightly confused. I blinked a few more times and then everything came back into focus.
"Dean." I said and my nose felt wet. I wiped it with the back of my hand and saw the blood. "Damn it, not again..." I sighed looking at my hand.
"Not again?" Dean asked confused. "Megan, what just happened?"
"Oh." I replied looking up and seeing the panic in Dean's green eyes. I shifted slightly in my seat and gave him a small sheepish smile. "Hey Dean, didn't notice you there." I half joked. Dean didn't smile.
"What the hell just happened Megan? One minute we're talking, the next, your crying out in pain and having a nose bleed." Dean said watching me.
"It's not what you think." I said grabbing a tissue and wiping away the blood.
"I don't know what I'm thinking!" Dean cried out watching me. He stood up and paced a little watching me closely.
"Look, let me wash up, then I'll explain everything. I promise." I said getting up on my feet. Dean folded his arms over his chest and watched me closely. "Stop watching me like I'm going to-"
"Fall over?" Dean said butting in.
"Yeah." I huffed walking over to the bathroom. I shook my head at him before turning on the cold water. I glanced at myself in the mirror and I didn't look that bad. Sure my nose had bled and I looked pale, but compared to the last time it happened. I looked damn right human. I splashed the cold water onto my face a few times, washing away all the blood. It felt nice, the cold water on my warm skin.
"We are going to talk about this." Dean said firmly from the other room. I rolled my eyes as I stood up straight.
"I know." I groaned. Suddenly the air felt ice cold and the bathroom door slammed shut. "Dean!" I cried out as I raced to the door trying to open it. Dean was banging on the other side, trying to force it to open as well.
"Megan! Meg! Are you ok?" Dean yelled through the door.
"I'm ok! Get this door open!" I cried pulling on it with all my strength but it wouldn't budge.
"I'm trying! Hold on!" Dean cried threw the door. I felt another presence in the room and turned around slowly. Sure enough the 60's woman was stood there, just looking at me. Her eye were fuming as she stared at me.
"I told you to leave!" She screamed at me. "You didn't listen!"
"Hey lady, I'm trying to leave, you open this door and-" I started to say quickly.
"You're next!" She screamed racing towards me and rushing through my body again. I took a deep breath in and felt like I couldn't breath for a few seconds, then, like before I fell to the floor with an almighty thud as the door opened and Dean nearly fell over me.
"What the hell happened?" Dean asked getting me to my feet and walking me back over to the bed.
"I'm next... whatever that means." I shrugged looking up at him. Dean looked worried, and to be honest I wasn't feeling too great about it all either.
Dean made me describe the woman I had seen in the bathroom, then we decided to do some research in the local restaurant. I was sat opposite Dean on my laptop searching up the history of the place. Nothing was jumping out at me, and definitely nothing from the 1960's.
"How's it going?" I asked glancing at Dean who was reading something.
"Nowhere fast, you?" He asked glancing at me.
"Ditto." I sighed softly.
"I just gotta hit the head. Don't go anywhere." Dean said getting up.
"Sir, yes, sir." I joked with a fake salute. Dean just rolled his eyes and walked off. I scanned a couple more pages on a web site I was looking at when my phone rang. "O'Connor." I said not even checking the caller I.D.
"Um, hey Meg." Sam said and I jumped a little.
"Hey Sam. Are, are you ok?" I asked quickly.
"Yeah. I just... Are you guys ok?" Sam asked sounding sad, rather than angry.
"Yeah, just hunting a ghost. Where-" I started to ask.
"I don't want you guys to know. I'm still pissed at Dean. I can't believe he lied to me again. I can't believe he killed Amy." Sam said coldly.
"He thought he was helping." I said softly. "You know he just wants you to be safe. He only knows how to look out for people."
"He should have told me." Sam almost growled.
"Agreed." I admitted hoping to calm Sam a little. "What are you up to?" I asked trying to change the topic.
"Travelling, just trying to cool down." Sam admitted.
"Be safe." I said with a small smile.
"I am. Hey, Meg?" Sam asked.
"Yeah?" I replied.
"Take care of him." Sam said softly, almost a whisper.
"I will." I smiled before we hung up on each other. I sighed putting my phone away. I knew that no matter how mad, how pissed off the brothers got at each other, that they would always worry. It was a bond between them I knew existed their whole lives.
"What if she worked there?" Dean asked as he walked back over to me.
"Huh?" I asked snapping out of my thoughts.
"The woman, what if she worked there during the 60's?" Dean asked me.
"I've checked all employee's for then." I admitted. "There's no one close..." I added glancing at the very crude sketch I made of the woman. It wasn't great but it was good enough to help Dean identify her.
"Well I'm stumped. I mean there hasn't even been any strange deaths in the place. No suicides, no disappearances. Nothing odd at all." Dean sighed as the waitress walked over to us with a fresh pot of coffee.
"Refills?" She asked us with a smile.
"Please." I smiled back. The woman poured Dean's coffee then walked over to me, glancing at the table as she poured.
"Hey what are you kids doing with a sketch of Grace?" The woman asked looking at us.
"Grace?" Dean asked confused.
"Yeah, there. That's Grace Kim, she was married to Gary from the motel, way back." The waitress explained.
"You know her?" I asked confused.
"Honey,she caused a stink round here." The waitress said looking around before leaning closer to the table. "Back in the day, she ran away with a Negro man."
"And that was a bad thing?" I asked confused.
"Course it was! Back then, well folk didn't like mixed marriages. And Gary, he hated the fact she ran away." The waitress explained.
"Really?" Dean asked glancing at me.
"Oh yeah, threatened to kill the pair if he ever saw them again! Course, this was a long time ago now. Gary's owned the motel ever since and he's happy now." She added.
"I bet he is." I sighed looking over at Dean.
We left the restaurant and started to walk back towards the motel. On the way we discussed what we thought the ghost meant about me being next.
"Think she's trying to warn me, about Gary?" I asked confused as I wrapped my jacket around me.
"Maybe, but he's a little old man. What can he do?" Dean asked walking by my side.
"I dunno, guy gives me the creeps a little." I shivered.
"But he's too old to do anything." Dean said shaking his head.
"I bet he slashed my tyres." I huffed folding my arms over my chest.
"You're not going to be happy until you find who did that are you?" Dean asked with a chuckle.
"No." I pouted a little. "As if you wouldn't be the same."
"True." Dean nodded wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pulling me closer to him again.
"Stupid place... my tyres on my baby..." I muttered as we walked and I herd Dean laugh again. "So glad you find it funny." I huffed a little.
"Oh come on, it's cute- that's all." Dean smirked at me and I raised an eyebrow.
"Cute?" I asked seriously.
"Yeah, you're cute when your pouting and grumpy." Dean admitted with a shrug. I glared at him.
"I am not pouting, or grumpy. Someone attacked my baby. I am mad." I said shrugging off his arm and walking ahead of him with a quicker pace. Dean caught up to me and sighed rolling his eyes.
"Let's just kill the bad thing and leave, ok?" Dean asked innocently.
"Fine." I sighed as we walked into the room.
As we walked into the room my mouth dropped open. Someone had been in our room and trashed it. Clothes were everywhere, our bags had been opened and everything gone through. It was only by some small miracle that the weapons were in my baby safe and sound.
"Who would do this?" I asked shocked.
"Gary?" Dean asked turning to me. Without another word we marched up to the office and burst through the door. Gary was sat reading again.
"We need to talk!" I barked and all Gary did was raise one finger as he finished reading his page. As soon as he finished he looked up at us.
"Now, what do you want?" He asked with a small sigh.
"Our room! Someone has gone through our stuff!" Dean snapped pointing in the general direction of the room.
"Oh dear... is anything missing?" Gary asked plainly.
"Missing? Someone went through our stuff! But the door was locked!" Dean pointed out.
"Kids are clever these days." Gary shrugged.
"Kids? You're the only other person with a key!" I snapped pointing to Gary.
"You think I went through your things?" Gary asked confused.
"Yes!" Dean said firmly. Gary just laughed.
"Now why would I do that?" He asked confused.
"Maybe because you were planning to kill us, like you killed your wife Grace!" I said firmly. Gary lost his smile and sat up straight.
"What did you say about Grace?" He snapped.
"We know you killed her! She was leaving you for another man." Dean said firmly.
"I- how dare you!" Gary snapped standing up. "You know nothing!"
"Really?" Dean asked watching Gary.
"Yes!" Gary yelled. "She... I loved Grace. She was my world! It was that...that man! He took her from me! Black magic!"
"Pardon?" I asked confused.
"That man, he put a spell on my Grace, she thought she loved him! She didn't, she loved me! But it was too late... Too late." Gary said sobbing a little and shaking his head.
"Too late for what?" Dean asked confused.
"When the spell wore off, she was coming back to me. She loved me..." Gary sobbed. "My god she loved me... I could never hurt her."
"Then who did?" I asked confused. Gary's eyes darted to me and an anger burnt raw in them.
"Him. He did this to her. He killed her!" Gary snapped. "Now get out! I want you out of this place! Get your things and leave!" Gary yelled. I took one look at Dean and he nodded for us to leave. We saw Gary drop back into his chair and started to cry.
We went back to the room and started to clean everything up. Packing away our things as we found them. We had most of it packed up in my baby, we just had a few things left to collect.
"Do you believe him?" I asked softly as I folded up my t-shirt.
"Don't you?" Dean asked looking me dead in the eyes.
"Yeah, but if it's not Gary, who's Grace warning me about?" I asked putting my shirt into the bag.
"The other guy?" Dean asked looking over at me.
"Maybe..." I shrugged. We continued to pack in silence. My mind was processing it all, trying to figure out who was after me when I felt the room get colder. I looked over to Dean and he noticed it too, pulling out an iron blade from his jacket.
"Think we've got company." Dean said looking around.
"Yeah..." I said pointing to the bathroom where Grace was stood. She was stood in the doorway watching us.
"I told you to leave." She said shaking her head a little.
"Who is coming after me Grace?" I asked taking a step towards the ghost.
"He wont let you leave now. He likes you." Grace said sadly, she looked like she was going to cry.
"Who Grace?" I asked again.
"You should have left. He wont let you leave now. We'll be stuck here forever." Grace said shaking her head before disappearing. I turned to Dean and gave him a worried look.
"Well that wasn't creepy." Dean said sarcastically as we looked around the room. We herd the lock turn in the front door and the blinds shot down.
"That is not a good sign, tell me you got some salt rounds." I said backing towards Dean.
"They're in the car." Dean admitted with a nervous smirk.
"What?" I cried out.
"We were leaving!" Dean shrugged quickly.
"Awesome... so what have we got?" I asked glancing around the room.
"The knife..." Dean admitted with a sheepish grin.
"Sometimes..." I sighed rolling my eyes. "If I get killed." I threatened Dean.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, you'll haunt my ass." Dean said rolling his eyes at me.
"How'd you know?" I asked confused.
"You always say it." Dean smirked at me with a warm smile. I shook my head softly, returning the smile. Before we could say anything else the temperature dropped even more. Dean pushed me behind he as we back into a corner of the room.
"Maybe we should try the windows?" I suggested as Dean and I went on high alert for any sign of a killer ghost.
"Ok, I'll cover you." Dean said as we slowly made our way over to the window. I cursed softly as I realised most of my things were already packed up in the boot of my baby. I reached into my boot and pulled out a small thin metal pin. I started to try and pry open the window lock.
"Come on you son of a-" I cried out trying to open the damn window. It wasn't budging at all, but I wasn't giving up.
"You can't leave." Grace said reappearing in the room, standing in the door way between the room and bathroom. "You can't leave." She said again.
"Sorry honey, but we are." Dean said firmly, tucking the knife into his jeans and helping me pull on the metal pin.
"Just a little more!" I cried out as I started to feel the window give a little. Dean pulled and suddenly went flying to the far corner of the room, smashing into the wall.
"Ah!" Dean cried out.
"Dean!" I screamed turning to see a tall African American man stood there. He had hold of Grace by the hair.
"You ain't leaving." The man said before his imagine flickered just like Grace.
"I am." I said firmly as Dean got up and was about to slash the guy with his knife when he waved his hand. The knife went flying towards me, cutting my arm and Dean crashed back into the wall. It looked like he was seeing stars.
"I told you." The man said yanking on Grace a little. She let out a small yelp. "You ain't leaving."
"Who say's?" I asked standing up to the man. He smirked and looked down to Grace.
"Tell her Gracie." The man said letting go of Grace. She looked terrified, I'd never seen a ghost scared of another ghost, it was odd.
"You can't, can't leave. He wont let you." Grace said her voice trembling as she stumbled over every word.
"Grace-" I started to say when the man waved his hand and sent me flying hard into the wall. I hit my head and saw stars for a few moments.
"You ain't leaving." The man said appearing right in front of me. I tried to move but I was pinned to the wall. I panicked realising I was trapped.
"Dean!" I cried out as I tried to push myself off the wall.
"Megan! Don't touch her!" Dean growled getting up on his feet, he was wobbling and that was when I noticed the nasty cut above his left eye.
"You can't stop me." The man said turning to Dean. He waved his hand out and Dean went crashing into the wall, he was pinned off the ground. "All you can do is watch. Just like Gary." The man laughed. A rich, deep, kinda creepy laugh. I saw Grace cower a little.
"No!" I screamed getting the man's attention again.
"Yes." He smirked walking towards me. He raised his hand and the pin I had been using to open the window floated over to him.
"Grace! You have the power! You can stand up to him!" I cried out as he floated the pin over to me, hovering it over my heart.
"NO!" Dean cried out, but his word was slurred. He looked badly hurt.
"She warned you, now you will never leave." The man smirked. "Oh I remember Gary's face..."
"Grace! You can stop him! You have the power!" I cried out, trying to move out of the path of the pin in vein.
"I... I can't leave." She said looking from me to the man in horror.
"You can! You have the power!" I said trying to convince her. The man slapped me across my face hard. I saw Grace watch us, it looked like no one had stood up to him before.
"Shut up!" He yelled at me, his voice booming.
"Grace you can-" I started to say when the man hit me again.
"I said shut up!" He growled at me.
"Grace, believe me, you can make the both of you leave!" I said spitting out some blood.
"Really?" Grace asked me, a glint of hope in her voice.
"Yes." I nodded.
"No! You will stay with me! You will not leave!" The man growled making Grace cower a little more.
"Grace! You stand up to him!" I cried out as the man glared at me. He was beyond pissed off. She looked between me and the man nervously.
"Enough! You are staying- forever!" He cried out raising his hand one last time and the pin started to move towards me. I took a deep breath as I saw the pin moving towards me.
"Megan!" Dean cried out.
"Grace you can leave!" I cried out watching with wide eyes as the pin darted towards me. The next thing I knew Grace was charging at the man.
"I can leave!" She screamed racing towards the man. The pair burst into a bright blue flame before being sucked into the floor. As soon as the last of the flames died down, me, Dean and the pin all fell to the floor. The pin was caught up in the material of my t-shirt, if Grace had taken just a few more seconds to make her mind up and stand up to the man, I would have been joining them in the after life. I said a silent prayer as I pulled the damn pin out of my t-shirt and dropped it to the floor. I looked over to Dean and he looked bad, the cut over his eye was bleeding pretty bad, running down his face, but he could still see. He smirked at me before letting out a massive sigh.
"New tyres for my baby." I said looking at the brand new tyres. I kicked one just to make sure they were ok.
"I think they're good." Dean said walking over to me. He had a nasty cut over his eye and a few bruises. I couldn't help but feel responsible. I cowered a little as he stood next to me, thankfully he was too busy watching my baby.
"Hey Dean?" I said softly. Dean turned to me and I winced at how bad he looked.
"What's wrong?" He asked confused.
"I'm sorry. You got hurt because of me." I said softly looking down at the floor. Now I had said it out loud I felt twice as worse.
"You didn't do this to me." Dean said softly.
"I made us pull over to the motel. I made us stay even though there was only one bed. I put your life in danger, you got hurt trying to protect me." I said looking down at the floor.
"You didn't do this Megan, look at me." Dean said firmly. I looked up at his face and the guilt hit me all over again. "I'm ok. This isn't your fault."
"It is." I said and got into my baby.
We drove for hours in silence, that was until Dean's rumbling stomach got too much to ignore. We pulled into a small restaurant on a road side to grab some food. I still didn't talk much. I had been thinking. Thinking about how much I put on Dean, how much responsibility I put on him for my life. I got him hurt. There wasn't any other way to see it. I got him hurt. I glanced up from the plate of food I had hardly touched and saw the black eye and plaster over his eye. The guilt riddled inside of me more. I felt sick to my stomach. I pushed the plate away and walked out into the cool afternoon air. I walked over to my baby and fought with everything I had not to be sick or cry.
"I cant keep doing this..." I sighed heavily as I lent on the side of my Camero. Dean walked over to me with his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets.
"You ok?" He asked softly as he reached me. I couldn't bring myself to look up at him.
"No." I said softly shaking my head. There was a pause, but all I could do was look at Dean's shoes.
"You gonna tell me what's wrong?" Dean asked after a few minutes. I shook my head again and herd him sigh. He took a few steps towards me and placed a hand on my shoulder. I jumped slightly and cursed myself for doing so.
"I'm leaving." I announced to his shoes.
"Leaving? Is this because of the ghost?" Dean asked firmly. I nodded. "Megan, at least look at me." Dean said firmly. I pulled on the reserves of strength I had left and looked up at his perfect face, perfect apart from the damage I helped inflict.
"Yes." I said softly. I saw Dean roll his eyes.
"I told you, I'm fine. This," He said pointing to his face. "This wasn't your fault. This is the risk we take." Dean explained.
"No. No it isn't." I said pushing past Dean and running a hand through my hair. I turned back to face him, biting on my lip. "You, you would never have had been there if it wasn't for me! You wouldn't be trapped in the room! Hell the damn ghost wouldn't be after you at all! This is my fault Dean! If I had never had the nose bleed... if..." I sighed and looked down.
"Megan, I know how dangerous this life is. Trust me-" Dean started to say, taking a step towards me. I put my hand up.
"No." I said shaking my head. "No. I know it Dean."
"Fine, so the ghost is your fault! Then the Leviathan who smashed your head in, that's on me! And the one back at Bobby's when you got spiked with the metal pole, and bumping into Osiris- that's all on me! I think we're even Meg." Dean said throwing his arms out in different directions.
"You don't get it!" I yelled getting frustrated.
"Explain it then!" Dean snapped back.
"I- I got you hurt. All on me. All of it. If... if..." I stumbled over the words as tears fought to roll down my cheeks.
"If what Megan?" Dean asked softer as he took another step towards me.
"Just. I'm leaving." I said shaking my head.
"Not without explaining it to me." Dean said grabbing my arms and holding me in front of him. "Not until you explain how this is your fault. Not until your explain the nose bleeds. Not until you explain it Megan." Dean said softly holding me there.
"Dean..." I pleaded looking up into his eyes, a tear rolled down my cheeks.
"Just tell me." Dean pleaded back with his own version of the puppy dog eyes. I fought the lump in my throat to try and speak but nothing came out. For minutes I just stood there, looking into Dean's perfect green eyes. No matter how much he joked, teased, flirted, looking into his eyes I saw the love he had for me. For us. Knowing I hurt him, it killed me a little inside. Dean gently wiped the tear away with his thumb and rubbed my cheek a little. I loved the warmth that rolled off him, but I couldn't help the guilt, the black eye, the cut was right there, a vivid reminder of what I coursed. I took a sharp breath and stepped back out of his arms.
"Every time I remember something about us, about you. Something good, always good. I get this pain. This shooting horrible pain in my head." I said raising my hand up to my temple and rubbing it softly. "It feels like my brain is being ripped in two..." I admitted and saw the worry on Dean's face.
"I course it?" He asked a little confused.
"No, I do. When I remember. That's... I mean, that's why my nose bleeds." I said looking down.
"How many times has this happened?" Dean asked confused.
"Couple." I shrugged looking back at him.
"What triggers it?" Dean asked folding his arms over his chest. His face was stone as he processed everything I was telling him.
"I.. don't really know." I shrugged again. "It's kinda random, sometimes it's a song, a phrase, I get this feeling of deja vu then, bam, the memory hits me like a road runner."
"And that's when your nose bleeds?" Dean asked.
"Exactly." I said sighing. "I noticed, that being around you, you know, thinking about you, it helps trigger it. A little. Kinda."
"Me?" Dean asked confused, pointing a finger at himself.
"Yeah." I said sadly. "Dean, I love being around you, love hunting with you. I do... but I can't keep putting our lives in danger." I said firmly.
"I think I missed something." Dean said confused.
"I made us pull over to the motel and stay-" I started to say when Dean opened his mouth to interrupt. I put my hand up to stop him and continued. "I did. Then I made us stay in a small room all night. I had the nose bleed, the memory flash whatever we call it, that happened to me. I had to go clean up and that's when the ghost appeared. If you were with Sam, we both know none of that would have happened." I explained.
"But I don't mind. I mean I don't mind getting hurt to protect you." Dean said throwing me the damn puppy dog eyes again. He was so damn cute, innocent when he looked at me like that. I hated arguing with him. I just needed us to be safe, him to be safe.
"I mind. That's the point. I can't... I mean look at yourself. Look at us." I said shaking my head. "What are we doing here Dean?" I asked softly.
"Hunting." Dean smirked and I let out a small soft chuckle.
"You know what I mean." I said with a sad smile. "We just getting each other hurt. We are both so worried about the other, with no real reason, we're getting each other hurt. We're like this, this, this, ball of pain, rolling in circles." I said sadly.
"I don't think we're that bad." Dean shrugged. "Plus, I don't mind as long as I'm around you." Dean admitted, that glint of love in his perfect green eyes.
"I do." I said shaking my head again. "Dean, we aren't even a couple and we're making stupid mistake to keep each other safe. One of us is going to get killed if we keep this up." I said biting my lip again. I saw something change in Dean. I don't know exactly what I said, but I saw him shift uncomfortably. Almost like we'd had this argument before and someone, me, had died.
"So what are you saying?" Dean asked firmly, a glazed look crossing his eyes, anger but not, if that makes any sense. His whole body seemed my tense, more closed off to me.
"I'm saying... I'm leaving." I said looking down again. My stomach rolled as I said the words but I knew I had to leave.
"Leaving?" Dean asked firmly, all emotion washed away from the word. He was just a hunter, a cold stone killer in that moment.
"Yeah, hunting solo. Just me..." I said looking back to him.
"And us?" Dean asked firmly, a small hint of anger in his voice.
"Us? We are... we are just professional acquaintances." I said with a small nod.
"Huh." Dean huffed with a raised eye brow.
"Dean please-" I started to plead when he cut me off.
"No, no I get it." Dean said walking back to the Camero and grabbing his bags. "No more Dean. No more killer headaches. No more risking your life for no reason. No more us. No Megan, I get it. I do." He said throwing his bags on the floor.
"Dean, you don't have to leave now... I'll drop you off-" I started to argue when he turned to me and I swear the rage in his eyes - it scared me.
"I do." He almost growled throwing the last bag on the floor.
"I'm sorry." I said sadly, half holding my breath. My words barely audible.
"Me too Meg." Dean said handing back my car keys. I looked at our hands as his rested on my for a few seconds longer before he picked up his bags. "Me too." He added before walking back into the restaurant. I felt my heart sink as I watched him walk away from me. I climbed into my car, slamming the door and starting the engine. I raced out of the parking lot before I changed my mind.
I was only trying to keep everyone safe. Keep Dean safe. I never wanted to hurt him. I never wanted him to be hurt by me. I never wanted that. Never. I just wanted him to have a fresh start. Hunting without having to worry about me every second. I needed to grow a second skin, a tougher skin. A don't give a crap attitude, I needed to be the strong one. I needed to walk away, even if it hurt like hell. I needed him safe. I needed to be safe. Sure I could hunt, probably as good as the Winchesters, but I was a risk they really didn't need. Not now. Not with the Leviathans after us, after them. I couldn't risk my mind exploding in the middle of the hunt and getting them hurt. Getting Dean hurt. If I was honest, alone with just myself, I could admit it -
I could admit I loved Dean.
And I wouldn't risk that for anything – even Dean's feelings.
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