Ok, well this is the first of two chapters I am really excited about! I mean I've had this idea since I started this story and I really hope you guys like it and don't think it's some lame peice of ****! Well I hope you guys like this first chapter! I was so in love with the ep! Made me laugh so hard at points, sure it doesn't really fit the season, but as an ep alone, make me chuckle more than once! So enjoy!
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Drunk, well technically faking being drunk is actually harder than you'd think. I mean have you ever tried to pretend to be drunk for longer than a few minutes. It takes true effort not to snap back to normality. Especially when a real drunk guy tries to feel you up every time he walks by. But I had to focus. Money. I just need another $100 and then I can forget all about Mr Creepy McFeelton, the bar, and being 'drunk'. Just another $100...
"Oh shoot." I slurred as I stood up straight from missing the black ball. Mr Creepy McFeelton's grin showed a little to extra teeth for my liking. He lent over the table and potted the black with ease.
"Well honey, that means I win. Again." Creepy said smirking at me, his eyes raking over my clothes. A short denim skirt and purple vest top with a slit to show off my bust. I pouted slightly as I reached into the back pocket of the skirt and pulled out $50. I counted it slowly, and then looked back over to Creepy.
"Well," I hiccuped. "What if we play one more game? Double or quits?" I asked swaying a little on the spot as I flashed him a grin. Creepy, like the lap dog he was, took it all in. He finished his beer and swayed over to me. He lent down to whisper in my ear and I had to fight to not punch the guy as his hand landed on my arse.
"I don't want your money," He whispered as he squeezed my arse. "But when you loose again, I'm sure we can come to some kind of understanding."
"Sure thing, big boy." I giggled with wink as I walked away from the guy setting up the table again. I wanted to rip him into pieces. I hated having to pimp myself out to get money. But I really needed it. The little I had put aside went quicker than I'd like, I gave some to Dean and Sam to help them. The rest went on food, salt, gas... life. Just one more game... then I can I go. Just $100 then that's it. You can last that long... sure you can.
"I'll even let you break honey." Creepy said as he went to stand behind me. I had had enough of the guy. I smirked as I lent over hiccuping again before lining up my shot. I took one deep breath and broke the table, potting two or three balls in the process. I stood up, still faking being drunk and turned to the guy. "I guess my luck's changed!" I giggled as I saw the guy loose his smile.
"Thanks for the money, honey." I said picking up my winnings a nice easy $100. "Be seeing ya." I added as I continued my fake drunk act as I walked out of the small bar. I got into the parking lot and let out a heavy sigh as I tucked the money into my bra. I pulled my hair down and shook it loose, releasing some of the tension in my body. It took me three day's to get the money together but I was finally ready. Thankfully that guy was an idiot and it was like playing a baby. I just gotta get tomorrow over with then I can-
"Hey wait up!" The drunk slur of Mr Creepy broke me from my thoughts. I sighed inwardly as the guy rushed over to me, blocking my path. "That's my money." He said firmly.
"You bet it." I said slurring my words a little.
"You played me!" The guy yelled as I herd the door of the bar open again and about three more guys walk out.
"Look, if you couldn't handle the bet, you really shouldn't have played..." I said with a soft smile. The man frowned at me, pulling out a flick knife.
"I want my money bitch!" The man growled at me. I groaned looking at the knife and then the drunken idiot holding it. Out of the corner of my eye I saw two guys approach me from the right and one more from the left. The way Mr Creepy looked at them, told me they were his buddies. "Hand it over!" He said waving the knife around.
"As much as I normally would do, I can't. Not this time. I need this money." I said firmly, loosing all my fake drunk act.
"No one plays me and gets away with it!" The man growled glancing at his buddies. I sighed and nodded slowly.
"Good job I'm not no one then." I muttered pulling out my fake FBI badge from the second back pocket. I held it up to Mr Creepy. "FBI. Put the knife down, and we'll all just walk away. Ok?"
"She's a Fed! Let's get out of here!" One of Creepy's drunk buddies yelled and two ran off. Leaving me with Creepy and stunt guy to my right.
"No way I'm letting some bitch cop steal my money!" Creepy yelled and lunged forward with his flick knife. I slapped his wrist, sending his balance off, making him stumble to the left as the second guy charged at me. I tripped up the second guy, giving him a sharp blow to the neck as he fell. Creepy regained his balance and charged at me again, a snarl on his lips as he ran at me.
"Oh brother." I sighed kicking the blade clean out of his hand and then adding a kick to his stomach making him double over. As he folded in too, I added a knee to the nose and leg sweep so he landed flat on his back. I put my foot on his chest as he groaned looking up at me. "I'm leaving, get up and I will hurt you more. Understand?" I asked firmly.
"Uh huh." Creepy groaned as his eyes rolled backwards into his head.
"Good boy." I chuckled as I walked to my car, double checking my money.
I locked the motel room door and threw my jacket on the near by table. I pulled my top off and wiggled out of the skirt. I was wearing nothing but my underwear as I pulled the money out of my bra. I pulled a safe box out of my back pack and unlocked the combination padlock.
"Alright... let's see." I sighed putting the box on the bed as I sat on it crossing my legs under me. I sat there and counter the money in the box. "Ok, so that makes $320.90 cents." I sighed looking at the money. "Man the thing's I could spend it on..." I sighed softly. Suddenly my phone rang, it made me jump a little as it was nearly 1 am. I groaned getting up and walking over to my skirt, pulling my phone out of it's pocket. "O'Connor." I sighed walking back to the bed.
"Megan, hey..." Dean said sounding slightly nervous. We hadn't really talked since I left him with Sam back in Lily Dale. I crossed my legs as I sat in front of the money again.
"Hey Dean. Everything ok?" I asked softly.
"Yeah, yeah... sure super. I um I was just calling to see how you are..." Dean sighed then let out a small chuckle to himself.
"I'm... um, fine." I said glancing at the money. "You?"
"Me? Huh I'm... in Vegas with Sammy. Just the two of us... hanging out, you know?" Dean said sounding a little drunk. I raised an eyebrow and sighed softly. Everyone who knew Dean, knew he was drinking more lately. I knew Sam was worried and hell Bobby had even talked to him about it, but Dean wouldn't talk to anyone about it.
"Sounds nice, been drinking?" I asked softly, already knowing the answer.
"A little, but hey, it's Vegas." Dean laughed a little.
"Yeah, yeah... So, um it's late and I've had a busy day..." I said quickly.
"Oh yeah, yeah.. sorry. Just wanted to say hi." Dean replied softly. There was something in his voice, something that told me maybe he needed help.
"You sure everything's ok Dean?" I asked biting on my lip.
"Sure." Dean sighed. "Come on, I got Sammy back, everything's, no it's good. Sorry to keep you up..." Dean replied before hanging up. I looked at my phone for a few minutes tossing up whether or not to call Dean back and check up on him. I knew for a fact Sam wasn't with Dean, sure they were both in Vegas, but in different places. I sighed resigning to the fact that I wasn't in their lives any more. I put the phone on the bed side unit and locked the money away. I changed into some pj's and climbed into bed. I fell asleep instantly and was enjoying the silent slumber when my phone started to ring again. I groaned rolling over, reaching out for the damn evil machine. I had meant to put it on silent in case anyone called, but forgot. I finally found the thing and answered it.
"O'Connor." I muttered as I laid back on the bed.
"Meg, um we're doing this now." Sam said, his voice was filled of so much excitement.
"Doing what now?" I asked as my mind was still catching up with the rude wake up call. I herd Sam laugh and the words registered in my mind. "NOW?" I cried out sitting up in the bed. I flicked on the light it was a little after 2:30 am.
"Yeah, we... um we want to do it now. Can you still make it?" Sam asked laughing at me.
"Um, sure. Yeah, yeah... where are you guys?" I asked getting out of bed as I spoke.
Twenty-five minutes later I was standing outside 'A Little White Chapel' on the Strip with Sam and his very nervous looking bride to be Becky. Sam had called me a couple of days ago asking me to get to Vegas as soon as possible. I thought he and Dean were in danger, so naturally I rushed there. When I found Sam, he presented Becky to me, telling me they were madly in love and were planning to get married. I was a little shocked sure, but Sam genuinely looked happy with Becky. Becky was a big 'Supernatural' fan, the books based on the guys life. Becky ranted to me how we had met before and how she knew all about my life. Sam had already explained that I had memory loss, so Becky took it upon herself to fill me in with useless information. I had helped Becky find a dress and they had decided to get married during the day. Sure, I found Becky slightly annoying, but hell she made Sam happy. And if she made him happy, I couldn't argue with it.
"So, earlier?" I asked smiling at the couple.
"Oh yeah, we just couldn't wait!" Becky said clapping her hands like an excited monkey. "You're wearing the dress! You look amazing in it! Doesn't she look amazing Sam?" Becky added looking at my clothes. It was a one sleeved mid thigh purple dress. I wasn't so sure of it, but when we got Becky's dress she had insisted I wore something feminine and since the closest things I had were hooker clothes or official suits, she made me buy the damn dress. I couldn't argue, it was for her big day after all...
"She looks great, but no where near as beautiful as you." Sam said pulling Becky a little closer and kissing her forehead as she blushed.
"Aww." I smirked as someone walked out the front door and looked over to us.
"Next wedding, if you wanna get ready?" A guy asked before turning and walking back inside. Becky bounced up and down on the spot squealing a little.
"This is so exciting! Are you going to-" Becky asked turning to Sam.
"I will, now go, try to make yourself look more beautiful, not that it's possible." Sam said kissing Becky again. I forced myself not to roll my eyes at the couple. Becky sighed softly and turned to me.
"Ready?" She asked with a wide grin.
"Sure." I smiled with a nod to Sam as we walked into the chapel. There was a small room for the 'brides' to get ready in. Becky changed into her dress and then I helped her with her veil and her make-up. "Excited?" I asked smiling sweetly at her. She really did look pretty in the dress and veil.
"Oh man, I am so excited! Sam is the most perfect man ever! And he's marrying me! Me! Becky Rosen!" Becky smirked at me. I could see how much she really cared for Sam and it made me smile.
"Becky, you must be pretty special for Sam to fall this hard. Don't put yourself down." I said and noticed Becky lose her smile for a second. "Becky?" I asked softly.
"Oh I'm just excited. You don't' remember, but I've always felt a connection between me and Sam, ever since we first met." Becky started on a rant again. I nodded politely and helped her with her finishing touches.
"There, the prefect bride." I smiled at Becky.
"Thank you Megan, for being here for us." Becky said sincerely.
"Hey, your gonna be family, don't sweat it." I said warmly. Becky put the pink flower on my dress and nodded.
"Ok, go let Sam know I'm ready." Becky nodded taking a deep breath.
"Good luck." I smirked before walking out.
I walked into the chapel and Sam was stood there nervously. I walked over to him and shook my head. "Man you look as bad as Becky." I teased.
"I just, you know?" Sam sighed and I smiled at him.
"She's almost ready. You good to go?" I asked softly.
"Yeah, yeah... almost." Sam said glancing to the door.
"Almost?" I asked confused.
"Yeah, just gotta check one thing..." Sam said walking down the aisle to the double door. Sam opened the doors and behind them was Dean with a gun, in a suit. I was confused. "Dean. It's okay. You won't need that. Come on." Sam said leading Dean back to the front of the chapel. Dean looked at me utterly confused.
"I thought you were out, uh, becoming one with the land or some crap." Dean said to Sam as they walked over to us.
"You got to- come here." Sam said putting Dean into position for best man. "All right. Now..." Sam said getting the flower out.
"Hi." Dean said to the official then turn to me. "Hey." Dean said checking me out in the dress. I tried to pull it down but it wouldn't budge. Sam put the flower on Dean's lapel. "What is this?" Dean asked Sam.
"Uh, apparently, uh, pink is for loyalty." Sam smirked attaching it.
"All right, so, what's the pretext? What are we - uh, wedding crashers, huh? We lookin' for some kind of siren or what?" Dean asked looking around slightly.
"No. Nothing like that. All right, um... So, a little sudden. But life is short, so I'll keep this shorter." Sam said putting his hand on Dean's shoulder. "I'm in love. And I'm getting married." Dean just stared blankly at Sam. "Say something, like, uh, like, congratulations, for example."
"What?" Dean asked blankly, looking over to me for help. I shrugged my shoulders and he turned back to Sam. Before he could say anything else the Bridal Chorus played and Becky walked in with her veil down. "What the hell?" Dean asked again as Becky stopped just in front of us. Sam smiled at her as he lifted her veil up. "Becky?" Dean asked in total shock.
"Dean. I'm so glad you're here." Becky beamed at him. I wanted to laugh at Dean's expression- it was total shock. I mean I don't think I had ever seen his face like that before. I wanted to take a picture it was that good.
The ceremony wasn't that long, but Sam and Becky got married while Dean was still in utter shock. He kept glancing at me for help, but I didn't see the problem. After the ceremony Beck and Sam sat opposite each other holding their wedding finger hands. It was kinda cute if I was honest.
"Shouldn't she ask for my permission or something?" Dean asked pacing around.
"Y-you want her to ask for my hand?" Sam smirked as he turned to his brother.
"How in the- How did this happen?" Dean asked standing next to me as we looked at the new couple.
"Short version? We- we- we met. We ate and - and talked and fell in love. And, you know, here we are." Sam smirked turning to Becky again.
"Yeah, I -I guess I'm all caught up. That's- okay. You know what? Ignoring everything, have you forgotten the average life-span of your hookups?" Dean asked shaking his head at his baby brother.
"Yeah, but-" Sam started to say when Becky cut him off.
"But if anyone knows that, it's me. I mean, I read every book. So, open eyes, you know?," Becky answered turning to Sam. "Open eyes." She said as the pair grinned at each other.
"I'm gonna be sick." Dean said rolling his eyes.
"Dude." I said frowning at Dean.
"Don't. You don't remember." Dean said looking at me with a serious expression.
"Dean, look, it's simple. If- if something good is happening, I -I got to jump on it- now, today, uh, period." Sam said looking at Dean.
"Okay, Dead Poets Society. Fine." Dean sighed and turned to Becky. "No offence." he muttered before turning back to Sam. "Did you make sure she's even really-"
"Salt, holy water, everything. See?" Becky answered cutting Dean off, holding out her arm that had a cut on it. "Not a monster. Just the right girl for your brother."
"Ah." Dean sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"That's it." Becky smirked at Sam. A man walked over to us with a folder, trying to hand it to Sam.
"The bill." The man said softly.
"I got it. You three do your family thing." Becky said standing up and walking away with the man. As soon as she was out of ear shot Dean exploded.
"Really? Super fan ninety-nine?" Dean cried out looking at me and Sam like we were insane.
"Dean, look. Honest to God, I- I had the exact same opinion of her as you do. But when we got past the whole book thing, I found out t-that she's great and I was the dick." Sam said softly, smiling at the thought of Becky.
"Yeah, you know, speaking of the whole, uh, book thing... Becky randomly shows up during Vegas week?" Dean asked.
"Yeah." Sam smiled.
"Yeah." Dean said plainly.
"Okay, um, what are you trying to say?" Sam asked getting a little annoyed at his brother.
"I'm saying maybe she knew you were gonna be here. Maybe, uh, uh, uh, Chuck wrote about it." Dean said waving a hand.
"Dean, you're paranoid." Sam said plainly.
"And you're in love? It's been four days, man!" Dean cried out. Sam stood up gathering the rest of Becky's things.
"You know what, Dean? You know what? Um, how about this? Becky and I are gonna go up to her place in Delaware. Um, why don't you try and wrap your dome around this, get a little supportive, then give us a call?" Sam said clapping Dean on the shoulder before the pair walked out of the chapel. Dean sighed and turned to me.
"You, you knew about this?" Dean asked me.
"Since yesterday... Dean, if he's happy-" I started to argued as we walked out.
"Happy? He, he, he- She is a freaking stalker! Now they're married!" Dean cried out as we walked into the parking lot.
"Maybe, maybe they found love, why is that so crazy?" I asked softly.
"Why? Why? Because it's Becky! That's why!" Dean cried out throwing his arm out. I shook my head sighing softly.
"Dude, she isn't that bad..." I sighed walking towards my Camero.
"Not that bad? Not that bad! It is so clear you don't remember a damn thing!" Dean cried out as he fallowed me over to my car. I stopped and turned on my heels.
"And whys that?" I asked folding my arms over my chest.
"Because you hated Becky! She drove you insane! Seriously! You, you wanted to punch her a few times!" Dean explained.
"So people can change." I sighed again with a small shrug.
"Becky?" Dean cried out. I shook my head and pulled out my car keys.
"Dean, you just gotta accept Sam's happy. With Becky. So just... just try and be happy for them, you know?" I asked leaning on my car.
"Why can't anyone see it?" Dean muttered running a hand through his hair before looking me dead in the eyes. "You look nice in that dress." Dean said with a warm smile. I pulled at the bottom again.
"Thanks, Becky picked it out." I said leaning forward and taking off Dean's pink flower. "I don't think you were meant to keep-" Suddenly the world was spinning, everything was too bright and I was getting a memory back.
The wind was gentle as it blew past us. It was a warm, summer breeze. It was enough of a breeze to make the cherry blossom fall from Dean's ear. I raced after it for some stupid reason. I grabbed it and felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist pulling me around to come face to face with Dean. The light hit him in just the right way and my god... he was stunning. I smirked as I placed the flower back behind his ear.
"There." I smiled as he lowered his face to mine and pressed his lips against mine. They were so soft, so lush, so damn perfect. My heart raced as I kissed back making it more passionate as I slipped my tongue into the mix. I herd a soft sigh from Dean as his hands held me a little tighter and closer. I smiled into the kiss as it became hungry, wanting, needing for a physical connection. We broke apart panting slightly, but as soon as we parted I saw his brilliant green eyes shining as he smiled at me.
"Mrs Winchester, you are beautiful." He whispered before kissing my nose. I chuckled shaking my head a little as I looked up at him.
"Mr Winchester, I don't think I could be more happy than I am right now." I smiled as I glanced at my hand with the simple gold band on.
"We did it." Dean smirked before kissing me softly again.
"Son of a-" I was sat in the passenger side of my car, slightly confused. I looked around and Dean was driving my car. "Do you even know where your going?" I asked blinking as the bright lights died down.
"Hey, hey, take it easy." Dean said glancing at me. I smiled at him and checked my face. There wasn't any blood from my nose, it was a good sign.
"Where you taking me Winchester?" I asked looking over at Dean.
"Back to my motel. Until you woke up." Dean explained.
"Well... I'm awake now." I said softly.
"What did you remember?" Dean asked glancing at me. I bit my bottom lip and looked out of the window. The memory of getting married, the drama-with angels, the flowers, the rush. I remembered it all. I remembered how much I was in love with Dean. It mixed up my emotions. "Megan?" Dean asked softly, putting a hand on my knee. I turned to him and in that moment I was back at the church, seeing the man I married. Dean looked worried and pulled over. "Meg-" Dean started to say when I dived on him. I kissed him hard, wrapping my arms around his neck. Dean was shocked for all of two seconds before his hands wrapped around my waist and he pulled me onto him. The kiss was so passionate, everything the kisses on the wedding day had been. With my eyes closed I couldn't tell if we were back in the church or in a car. He held me close as he kissed me more. We broke apart to catch our breath and I saw the passion in his green eyes, quickly fallowed by the confusion. The confusion brought me crashing back to reality.
"I... I..." I mumbled as I climbed off Dean and sat back down. "I don't know... I'm sorry if..." I mumbled as Dean just sat there watching me.
"You haven't kissed me like that since..." Dean said softly. "Are, are you ok?" He asked snapping out of his memory.
"Yeah, I... I shouldn't have... I don't know why..." I said looking at my lap. I could still feel his eyes on me. Apart of me wanted to look up and jump on him again. It didn't feel ashamed, not in the least. Part of me knew we were a couple and wanted to be as one. The other half, it panicked, it couldn't understand my actions. It couldn't wrap around. the fusion of memories and present situations. "Can you, um... I should go back...to my room.." I mumbled into my lap. Without another word Dean started the car and drove me back. We raced the motel and we both got out of my car. It was beyond awkward and I wasn't sure what to say to make it any better.
"Feeling better?" Dean asked softly, it still made me jump a little.
"Yeah. Yeah... Look Dean-" I started to say turning to face him.
"I know." He said with a sadness to his voice. It hurt like a punch to the stomach.
"I just... it's crazy in here." I sighed pointing to my head.
"I bet." Dean said putting his hands into his pockets.
"Are you going to be ok to get back to your motel?" I asked pushing some hair behind my ear.
"Yeah, I'm just round the corner." Dean said throwing a thumb backwards.
"Oh," I said surprised. "Good... Good." I said softly and looked at the floor. I took a deep breath and looked back up. Dean was just stood there watching me, as if I was some beautiful painting or amazing flower. "Um, night Dean. Thanks for dropping me off." I said taking a step closer to him and kissing his cheek.
"Any time Megan." Dean replied as I stepped back. I nodded and he nodded too. "You um, you look really good in that dress by the way." Dean said with another nod before turning and waking away. I smiled to myself before turning to go back to my room.
The next morning I packed up my car, ready to hit the road. I was heading, well I wasn't sure yet, but I knew who I was looking for. Someone who could help me remember who I was. Someone Becky helped me discover. Sam and Becky had invited me up to their place in Delaware to hang with them, but I wanted to give the couple some time to their selves. I was loading up the last of my bags when a beat up Dodge pulled into the parking lot and Dean climbed out. As soon as I saw him my heart began to race a little. I was so damn confused. Memories and emotions were mixing together to the point I was having trouble seeing up from down. I acted like I hadn't noticed Dean and continued to pack my trunk when I herd his footsteps head my way.
"Hey, how you feeling this morning?" Dean asked standing at my side. I closed my trunk and turned to him with a genuine warm smile.
"A little headache, nothing too bad. How are you?" I asked leaning on my trunk. Dean smiled and nodded a little.
"I am..." He sighed running a hand through his hair. "I am still trying to work out what's going on with Sam." He admitted leaning next to me.
"He got married. In Vegas." I said plainly. "Not much to figure out, happens a lot round here." I half teased. Dean rolled his eyes at me and shook his head.
"Not with Sammy. Not to Becky. Something is seriously wrong here." Dean said looking down.
"Dean, people... I don't know, they fall in love one day and it's forever. Only takes one moment to know you've found the right person." I said looking forward. I wasn't really thinking, I was just saying the first thing that came to mind. Dean turned to me, watching me closely. After a few seconds of feeling his gaze burn into me I turned to him confused. "What did I say now?" I sighed slightly.
"Nothing... I just, didn't know you thought like that." Dean admitted plainly.
"Meh." I said pushing myself off the trunk and shrugged my shoulders. "Well, as deep and meaningful as this conversation is threatening to become, I gotta shoot." I said pulling out my keys.
"Meh? Seriously?" Dean asked with a small chuckle.
"Yeah." I smirked as he stood up from the trunk too. He put his hands into his pockets and glanced at the floor again before looking straight into my eyes. My breath caught in my throat as his green jade like eyes stared right into my soul. I was speechless, hell my mind wasn't working at all. For a split seconds my mind went back to our wedding day to the marriage. The happiness, the joy we had. The love we had.
"I um, wanted to talk about last night too..." Dean said breaking me away from the memory. I blinked shaking my head a little.
"Oh um, I don't think we really-" I started to say when Dean took a step closer to me. He was practically touching me it was so close. My heart jumped to my throat as half of me prayed he would just kiss me again. Wrap me up in his strong arms, carry me back to my room and -
"We do. We kissed." Dean said plainly. His eyes locked on mine. I rubbed the back of my neck and gave a nervous laugh.
"Kinda hoped you forgot about that.." I admitted feeling my cheeks burn a little.
"Well," Dean chuckled, a rich warm laugh that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. "Honey, there is no way I could forget a kiss like that." He admitted with a cheeky school boy grin.
"I, I, I am so, so sorry. I, I, I, really don't know what... I-" I stumbled over my words as I watched Dean loose his smile a little. Dean lent in closer, and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I swear he must have herd the pounding of my heart, it was almost deafening.
"What did you remember?" He asked curiously, looking me dead in my eyes. God I wanted to kiss the man so badly.
"Our wedding." I said and Dean nodded with a warm smile.
"It was a perfect day." He said then took a deep breath. He stood up straight and his smile shrunk a little. "So, I'm heading to Delaware to see if I can get Sammy to talk to me. Figure out what's going on with him and Becky..." Dean said taking a step back from me. I nodded loosing the warm feeling I had inside.
"Yeah, yeah, of course." I said trying to act professionally. "But he could just be in love." I added softly.
"That's what I'm scared about." Dean half chuckled as I frowned at him a little. "Where you heading to?" He asked pulling his own car keys out of his pocket.
"I... dunno. Thought I'd hit the road. See if I can't find a hunt somewhere..." I shrugged a little. Dean didn't need to know. No one needed to know where I was heading.
"Try not to get into too much trouble." Dean teased, that damn sexy school boy grin appearing on his face again.
"I'm sorry, I think you're confusing me with you again." I joked a warm smile crossing my lips.
"Ha! Yeah right!" Dean chuckled.
"You know it Winchester." I laughed as I walked to the drivers side of my car.
"Whatever O'Connor! Just, call me if you find a hunt." Dean said as I climbed in my car.
"Sure, if you find something, and need a hand... call me." I said before starting my car and pulling out of the lot.
I drove half the damn day, heading no where in general, just enjoying being alone with myself. No guys interrupting me, making us pull over randomly so they can pee, no bad music. Just me. Alone. Happy.
"Happy." I sighed as I caught sight of my own reflection in the rear view mirror. I was anything but happy. I was trying to track someone down, someone who could help me remember who I was. I needed to remember now more than ever. I was getting dangerously close to Dean. Hell I wanted to just forget about getting the help and just... just be with him. But it wouldn't be right. I just wasn't the person I once was. I needed to be her again. The strong, independent, smart arse everyone told me about. When Becky told me about well myself, she made me sound amazing. Some kick arse hunter who took no shit from no one. Looking at my own reflection I felt anything but that person. But she did help me, give me an idea on how to fix it all. I had the money now. I just needed to track someone down. Someone who could help. Suddenly my phone rang and I pulled over into a small ditch to answer it.
"O'Connor." I said climbing out my baby and stretching my legs a little.
"Megan, it's Sam." Sam sounded stressed out and I knew exactly why.
"What's he done?" I asked leaning on the side of my Camero.
"He came here, said he wanted to make things right... But, but then he just turned. He was awful to Becky. I know he can be an insensitive bastard at times, but Megan," Sam sighed softly. "He's hurt Becky's feelings. He was horrible to her and she's.. She's putting on a brave face, but..." Sam almost growled a little. I ran a hand through my hair and pushed myself off the car.
"Dean," I started as I paced around my car. "I don't think he can understand you moving on with your life. He's used to it being a set way, you know?" I asked softly.
"But things have changed. I'm married and happy! I just, I can't believe he can't be happy for us! Just because he couldn't make it work- Oh god. I'm sorry Megan, I, I didn't mean-" Sam started to say panicking slightly.
"Old news Sam." I sighed softly. "What did he say?" I asked feeling hollow inside.
"He, he thinks Becky is part of a group of people. He thinks there is a case in town. People getting their wish...But he doesn't see. I love Becky." Sam sighed. I nodded slowly realising what I was about to do would yet again put my hopes of getting my old self back on the back burner.
"So, you're all still in Delaware?"I asked walking to the car door.
"Yeah, why? What are you planning to do?" Sam asked sighing again.
"Talk to Dean. Smack him upside the head for you." I replied and herd Sam stifle a laugh. "I'll make him understand. Ok?" I said softly.
"Thank you Megan. From me and Becky." Sam said and I knew if I was there, he'd be giving me the damn puppy dog eyes. "Were you heading to a job?" Sam asked.
"Nothing important." I sighed before starting up my baby and turning her around to hear to Delaware.
I pulled into Delaware in under three hours, which I thought wasn't that bad. I pulled into the motel, booked a room and decamped all my things. I grabbed my phone and called Dean's mobile. I paced the room waiting for him to pick up.
"This is Dean's other, other phone, you know what to do." The machine kicked in with a beep and I sighed.
"Hey, so call me." I said and hung up. I scrolled down a few more numbers until I found Bobby's and decided to call him in case Dean checked in with him.
"Singer." Bobby said picking up.
"Bobby, hey, have you herd from Dean, or Sam?" I asked softly, sitting on the edge of my bed.
"Sure. Dean called bitching about Sam getting married to Becky?" Bobby asked confused.
"You too?" I sighed. "Seriously what is wrong with this girl that makes everyone so..." I sighed again.
"Listen girl, she ain't the type of girl Sam goes for. She is more like a stalker. Like seriously his number one fan! The girl scary as hell with her obsession! Something must be going on." Bobby said knowingly.
"Fine. So, where is Dean? I've called him, but he didn't pick up." I said realising that maybe Becky wasn't the perfect fit for Sam after all. Dean bitching, I could put it down to some brother thing, but Bobby. I trusted that man with anything, he say Becky isn't on the level, I was ready to kill her on his word.
"I sent Garth over to him, give him a hand while he looked into everything in Delaware. Apparently our newly weds aren't the first odd thing to happen there." Bobby explained.
"Garth? Garth, call the FBI Garth and he calls your other FBI line, Garth?" I asked slightly confused.
"Yeah that'll be the Garth I mean." Bobby sighed.
"Why? The guys a moron." I asked shaking my head.
"He's all I had. Last I herd, you needed some space from the Winchesters." Bobby explained and I sighed, groaning slightly as Bobby threw it all back in my face. "That is still the case, right girl?" He asked knowing full well I had been with the guys.
"Seriously?" I groaned standing up. "Just..." I sighed out.
"Thought as much." Bobby said and I could almost hear the smirk in his voice. "So they might be checking out a lead, something about a Mutual Freedom Insurance... you should be able to catch up with them there."
"Alright, thanks Bobby." I said rolling my neck on my shoulders. "How's the nest going?" I asked softly.
"Just mopping up now. Take care girl." Bobby replied.
"You too." I said hanging up and groaning as I realised I had to work the case.
I changed into some more professional looking clothes and made my way over to the Insurance place. I pulled into the parking lot as Sam and Becky walked out. Sam noticed me and the pair walked over to me.
"Hey Megan!" Becky said cheerily.
"Hey... what's," I asked as Sam wrapped his arm around Becky's waist. "What are you guys doing here?" I asked plainly.
"We're working a case." Sam informed me with a nod.
"Interesting honeymoon guys." I half joked.
"People are being killed. We have to do something." Becky said glancing at Sam as he gave her an approving warm smile.
"Oh no, I'm not... I herd um, Dean, is-" I started to say when Becky glared at the mention of his name.
"He's up there with some temp." Sam said nodding to the building behind.
"Oh... awesome." I muttered.
"Are you working the case too?" Becky asked looking confused.
"Yeah...um... Bobby called. So I thought, check it out, drop in on you guys... two birds, one stone." I nodded a little.
"Well that guy's not going to give you much. He didn't even want the job." Sam said softly.
"Ok... Well. I um I'm sure you guys have, a lead to fallow, or something. So I'm, um I'm gonna go check in with Dean and... probably bump into you guys again huh?" I asked with a warm smile.
"Well, ok. But if you need any help, just call." Becky said with a wide smile before getting into a car. I turned to Sam as he watched Becky.
"Dude, do you really want her hunting? You know how dangerous this job is." I said softly.
"I know." Sam said turning to me. "It's just this one case. Plus she's got me to keep her safe. Look, Dean seems..."
"I can handle Dean. Go look after your wife." I said patting Sam on the shoulder before walking into the building. I found the office of the CEO and as I reached it Dean and a skinny guy, who I could only guess was Garth, walked out looking troubled. "Well that face is never a good sign." I joked as the pair noticed me stood there. Garth gave me a smile that actually creped me out a little as Dean shook his head as the pair reached me.
"Megan what-" Dean started to ask as Garth cut in.
"Garth, nice to meet you." Garth said holding a hand out. I nodded with a small smile.
"Hey Garth." I said turning to Dean. "So the CEO a bust?" I asked.
"You're working the case too?" Garth asked before Dean could.
"Dude, really?" Dean asked looking annoyed at Garth. Garth held his hands up in surrender.
"Bobby called... so maybe, I was wrong about Becky..." I said looking at Dean. "I'm pretty caught up."
"How?" Dean asked looking at me.
"Sam, bumped into him on the way in. So you guys trying out new partners huh?" I asked looking at Garth.
"Something like that... come on we need to find his wife." Dean said as we walked downstairs.
On the staircase we found Mrs Burrows, the wife of the newly made CEO. Apparently she was the next target and we needed to find out how she got her hubby promoted so quickly.
"Mrs. Burrows? Hi." Dean said stopping this woman in white with long brown hair.
"Can I help you?" She asked looking at us like we were something she peeled off her shoe.
"Yes, we're, uh, we're doing a story on your husband's promotion. Wanted to ask you a few questions." Dean said, and as soon as she herd that a wide smile crossed her lips.
"I'm sorry. I can't today. If you schedule it with his girl..." Mrs Burrows said and went to leave when Dean put a hand on her shoulder to stop her.
"Okay, you know what? I'm trying to save you from a really bad accident." Dean said firmly.
"Are you threatening me?" Mrs Burrows asked shocked.
"No." Dean said removing his hand from her shoulder. "No, I-I-I'm pointing out a pattern. Why do people keep thinking I'm threatening them?" Dean asked looking confused.
"Because it sounded exactly like a threat, dude." Garth said being about as helpful as a chocolate tea pot. I rolled my eyes and looked at Mrs Burrows.
"Mrs Burrows, this is important, what did you do to get your husband promoted?" I asked plainly. She looked at all three of us and shook her head.
"I have no idea what you're talking about. Now leave me alone. Or do I have to call security?" She answered, looking at Dean more than any of us. She walked off in a huff.
"You know she's lying, right?" Garth pointed out. Both me and Dean shared a dead pan look before turning to Garth.
"Gee Garth, that's some hunters instinct you got there..." I said dryly shaking my head.
"I know." Garth said, taking it as a compliment before walking down the stairs in front of us.
"Is he for real?" I chuckled shaking my head.
"Unfortunately. I think Bobby hates me." Dean sighed. I rubbed his shoulder and we fallowed Garth before he could get himself in any more trouble. Mrs Burrows was stood in the middle of the lobby she looked shaken up from our little conversation. Suddenly the light fitting above her was falling. Dean raced to push her out of the way. I looked up, but couldn't see anyone, there was just a bunch of people watching in shock.
"Dean!" I yelled as the light fitting smashed in front of me and Garth. Garth pulled me back a few steps. I spotted Dean the other side of the room, holding onto Mrs Burrows.
"Come on!" Garth said grabbing my wrist and pulling me over to the pair.
"You okay?" Dean asked sitting up.
"How did you know?" Mrs Burrows replied as we reached them.
"'Cause you're not the first. Come on." Dean said helping her stand up. I looked over at Dean and gave him a small smile after seeing he was ok.
"You want to tell us what's up here?" Garth asked as we stood out of the way slightly.
"I was having lunch with friends. This guy heard me bitching. Next thing I know, he's making me an offer." Mrs Burrows explained.
"An offer?" I asked confused.
"Craig's job for my soul. I know. Hilarious. I mean, what have I got to lose?" Mrs Burrows asked as if it was a joke or something.
"Well, there's your soul." Garth said plainly and turned to us. "What kind of demon deal is this? Time-line's whack." He said confused.
"What are you talking about? Demon?" Mrs Burrows asked confused too.
"Let me back up here. You made a deal with a demon in exchange for your everlasting. Except those are 10-year contracts. Whys the bill coming due so fast?" Garth asked glancing at us.
"New contracts? I mean, if Crowley's the new king... maybe he's changing things?" I asked turning to Dean.
"I don't know, but I got a bad feeling about who's next. We got to find Sam, pronto." Dean said firmly. I nodded in agreement.
"All right, all right, all right. Uh, here's the plan. I drop this lady at my cousin's. He'll stop anything trying to get her. We, uh, find Sam, hopefully fix this, everybody's home in time for America's Got Talent." Garth explained and turned to Mrs Burrows. "Now, you - you'll be living with a tri-racial paraplegic sniper until this all blows over, okay?"
So Garth got Mrs Burrows somewhere safe, we all got changed and met back up at Becky's apartment. Dean picked the lock and we went in, guns drawn just in case. Garth pushed past us both 'clearing' the place. If there really was any bad guys, he would have been killed, but there wasn't. I wasn't too sure if I was happy or sad about that.
"Well.. that's um..." I said walking over to a picture of Sam and Becky on their wedding day. Dean stood right behind me and grunted. I turned and we were literally inches apart.
"So what made you change your mind on Becky?" Dean asked looking down at me.
"Bobby. He explained what she was like." I nodded side stepping Dean as I looked around their kitchen. Dean grunted again and flicked through the mail.
"Anything?" Dean shouted to Garth as we walked over to him. He was looking at her laptop.
"Uh, she's got 11 Twitter...ers. Last post -Going on romantic trip with hubster! Three exclamation points. I guess she got excited." Garth said turning to us.
"Awesome...now I have some nasty arse imagines in my mind..." I said pinching the bridge of my nose. Dean picked up a picture of Becky and showed us it. It was her as a child stood outside a cabin with a fishing rod and a fish.
"That look romantic to you?" Dean asked us.
"Oh, hell, no. But I got this thing about fish. Dead eyes, man." Garth replied and I shook my head looking away from them.
"Becky's 1st fish! Loon Lake family cabin 1994. Huh." Dean said as he read.
"Loon lake... sounds fitting..." I sighed as Dean looked over to me.
Needless to say we found Sam, tied up in Becky's bed at the cabin. Becky tried to explain how she didn't know Guy, her friend was in fact a demon. A crossroads demon at that. She explained the deal he offered her and then we made a plan.
"You're making the right choice." Guy said as we stood just out of sight. The crossroads demon was definitely a smooth talker.
"I know. So... we seal the deal with a kiss?" Becky asked softly, she was scared, it was easy to tell but she was handling it quiet well.
"Exactly. Pucker up, sweetheart." Guy replied and then we herd the sound of fire. It was our queue.
"I'm not your sweetheart!" Becky cried out as we walked out of the other room. Guy was trapped in a devils trap. Garth was holding a bottle of vodka.
"Blueberry vodka. The answer to all of life's problems." Garth said tossing the bottle between his hands. Becky ran over to Sam like an excited puppy.
"You see that, Sam? I did it just like we said! I am awesome! I-" Becky said excited as Sam turned to her with a stone face. I couldn't help but feel a little bad as I saw her quickly deflate. "I'll be over here." She said walking into the other room.
"Dean Winchester. This is really thrilling. Hey, can I have your autograph?" Guy asked with a smirk. Dean smirked to Guy pulling out a knife.
"Sure. Yeah, I'll, uh, carve it into your spleen. So, how you running your little scam?" Dean asked firmly.
"Well, how do you mean, Dean?" Guy asked innocently.
"Signing 10-year deals, snuffing 'em that week." Sam clarified.
"Well, I would never. No. Rules of the road- can't lay a hair on any of my clients." Guy said defending himself.
"Right. So how you cheating it?" I asked plainly.
"I'm not a cheater. I'm an innovator. It's called a loophole, you moron. Yes, when a person bargains away his soul, he gets a decade, technically. But accidents happen." Guy explained looking at all of us.
"So you're arranging accidents and collecting early?" Sam asked plainly.
"Oh, please. White gloves. I don't get my hands dirty. That's why it's important to have a capable intern." Guy smirked as a man appeared behind Garth. He raised his hands and set us all flying into walls and tables and god knows what else.
"What time did I ask you to be here? What time did I ask you to be here?" Guy demanded as his intern broke the devils trap. My world was spinning and the familiar cry of every muscle screaming in my body wasn't helping. Sam looked out of it, Garth didn't seem much better. I glanced to Dean and he was looking where the knife had landed. He pulled himself up onto his feet as Guy appeared in front of him. Dean threw some holy water on Guy making him recoil.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis-" Dean started to chant when Guy grabbed him by the throat. I forced myself onto my feet, wobbling a little. As Sam woke up and Guy's intern started to move towards him.
"Becky...run!" Sam yelled, making Becky run off. Garth started to get to his knee's when the intern waved his hand making Garth knock into the table, knocking him out again.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus omnis satanica potestas-" I started to chant softly. I felt my air being cut off and Guy's intern had a hand held out towards me, choking me out.
"No!" Dean choked out as Guy's intern started to choke Sam out as well. I fell to my knee's holding my throat as I gasped for air. Suddenly a knife appeared in the interns chest. He fell to the floor and Beck was stood there in shock. I was coughing as the air burnt my throat.
"Whoa." Becky said with a wide grin as Sam pulled the knife out and tossed it to Dean before helping me to my feet. Dean held the blade at Guy's throat and he let Dean go.
"How many deals you got cooking in this town, Madoff?" Dean asked moving Guy back a few steps.
"Fifteen." Guy replied.
"Yeah, well, call them off, or I'll cut my own loophole in your throat." Dean said firmly.
"Oh, crap." Guy cried out.
"Yeah, you said it. You're in a world-" Dean said when a voice cut him off.
"Hello, boys." Crowley said, appearing in the room. Dean glanced behind him.
"Oh, crap." Dean echoed Guy, before turning behind him, still holding the knife to his throat.
"Megan, you're looking well." Crowley said to me and I just glared at him, he shrugged moving onto Sam. "Sam, mazel tov. Who's the lucky lady?" Crowley asked looking at Becky.
"You're Crowley!" Becky said excited.
"And you're - well, I'm sure you have a wonderful personality, dear." Crowley said dryly.
"Ah, another step, and I'll Colombian neck tie your little friend here." Dean said as Crowley went to take a step forward.
"Please, don't let him get off that easy." Crowley replied and I glanced at the guys who looked just as confused as me.
"Sir, I don't think that you-" Guy tried to explain.
"I know exactly what you've been doing. A little birdie named Jackson," Crowley explained as Guy glanced at the intern on the floor. "Sold you out, e-mailed all the juicy deets to my suggestion box." Crowley said fallowing Guy's eye line. "I assume... That's my whistle-blower? Shame. Had a future. Unfortunately, you don't." Crowley said looking back at Guy.
"I was just-" Guy tried to explain but Crowley cut him off.
"There's only one rule - make a deal, keep it." Crowley barked.
"Well, technically, I didn't-" Guy argued.
"There's a reason we don't call our chits in early- consumer confidence. This isn't Wall Street! This is Hell! We have a little something called integrity. This gets out, who'll deal with us? Nobody! Then where are we?" Crowley boomed at Guy.
"I don't know." Guy muttered.
"That's right. You don't. Because you're a stupid, short-sighted little prat. Now, hand the jackass over. I'll cancel every deal he's made." Crowley said looking to Dean.
"What are you gonna do with him?" Dean asked still holding the knife to Guy's throat.
"Make an example of him. Fair trade, right? We all go our separate ways. No harm done." Crowley said with a quick smile to all of us.
"What, out of the goodness of your heart?" Sam scoffed.
"Years of demons nipping at your heels, haven't seen one for months. Wonder why?" Crowley asked.
"We've been a little busy." Dean replied.
"Hunting Leviathan - yes, I know. That's why I told my lads to stay clear of you meat heads." Crowley explained.
"So, what do you know about-" I started to ask when he cut me off.
"Too much. You met that dick yet? Smuggest tub of goo since Mussolini. I hate the bastards. Squash 'em all, please. I'll stay clear." Crowley said holding up his hands.
"Rip up the contracts first." Dean said firmly. Crowley snapped his fingers.
"Done... and done. Your turn." Crowley said looking at Guy.
"No, no, no, no. Let -" Guy tried to plead but Dean shoved Guy towards Crowley.
"Pleasure, ladies and gentlemen." Crowley said before disappearing with Guy.
"What'd I miss?" Garth asked from behind us.
We thankfully managed to sort everything out. All the contracts were broken and no one else had died. Sam managed to get annulment papers and we took them to Becky to sign them. Sam and her sat opposite each other at Becky's table as they signed them. I was stood with Dean and Garth watching them. Sam finished signing the papers and slid them across the table to Becky.
"It... it wasn't all bad, right?" Becky asked hopefully and I genuinely felt bad for her. It was clear she really, really, liked Sam. But she was kinda like a stalker, I had to admit. Sam sat there with a stone face.
"Okay, y-you did save my life, and for that, thanks." Sam sighed out. Becky had a sheepish smile on her face.
"So, I'll see you again?" Becky asked hopeful.
"Yeah, probably not." Sam sighed still with a stone face. Becky lost her smile and sighed the papers. I glanced to Dean and he just shook his head slowly. Sam sighed shaking his head a little.
"Becky, look. You're not a loser, okay? You're a good person, a-and you've got... a lot of... e-energy. So, you know, just do your thing, whatever that is, and the right guy will find you." Sam said trying to make her feel slightly better. I nudged Dean and he looked at me confused. I nodded to Garth who was sleeking down his hair and smiling at Becky. Becky saw and smiled back at Garth.
"No. No." Dean said shaking his head at Garth, who lost his smile. The guys walked out and I was right behind them.
"Megan, can, can we talk?" Becky asked grabbing my arm. They guys had already gone. I nodded turning to face her.
"I'm sorry about Sam, Becky." I said softly.
"Thanks, I guess I should have known it wouldn't last, drugging someone isn't always the best way to make them fall in love with you. I've learnt that now." Becky said sadly. "But that's not what I wanted to talk to you about." Becky added.
"Oh, um what's, is everything ok?" I asked confused. Becky nodded going to her counter and pulling a piece of paper out of her draw.
"Yeah, look, I know we were only like family a couple of days," Becky said passing me the piece of paper. "But I feel like, like you were a sister to me."
"Becky, um.." I said flipping the paper open and seeing an address of a motel and a time. "What is this?" I asked confused.
"It's just, be there and you can find answers for who you are. I set it up for you." Becky said with a small smile. "I just hope it works."
"Becky, I, you. Thank you. Really, you didn't need to do this." I said as she suddenly hugged me.
"What's family for?" She said smiling as we pulled apart.
"Yeah, yeah." I said nodding a little. "Thank you, for all your help."
"Good luck, let me know how it goes." Becky said smiling at me. I nodded and walked out of the apartment.
I got down to the cars as Garth drove away. Dean was waving to him as he and Sam were lent on the Dodge.
"Take care." Dean yelled and turned to Sam. "Wow."
"Aww, you made a fwiend." Sam teased him as I walked over.
"Uh-uh." Dean said raising an eye brow.
"Hey guys." I said with a small wave.
"Hey." They said in unison. I smirked to myself, it had been ages since I herd them do that and it always made me smile.
"You wanna grab a beer?" Dean asked me as the pair looked at me. I glanced at my watch, I had a nine hour drive ahead of me and I was going to have to push it to make the appointment Becky had set up for me.
"I, I can't. Sorry." I said looking back up at the guys.
"Oh, um no worries." Dean said clearing his throat.
"So, where you heading to in a hurry?" Sam asked pushing himself off the dodge.
"Just around." I shrugged. "Congratulations on the annulment." I smirked as I hugged Sam. His massive arms wrapped around me.
"Thanks, and thanks for sticking up for me." Sam said as he stood back.
"Hey, it's what I do. I wasn't really sticking up for you though, just making sure you were ok." I nodded.
"Well, thanks anyway. Stay safe." Sam said and turned to Dean. "I... I'm just going to make myself busy... over there." Sam said pointing to the front of the car.
"Subtle." I smirked as Dean shook his head.
"As a brick." Dean laughed looking over at me. "So you wanna tell me where your heading?"
"Not really. You just might not hear from me for a while. Don't worry." I said looking at Dean.
"Not hear from you, why?" Dean asked pushing himself off the car.
"Honestly?" I asked as he walked over to me.
"Well yeah." Dean smirked with the damn school boy grin.
"I," I sighed. "I'm going to try and figure out who I was, before." I admitted looking up at Dean.
"How?" Dean asked confused, he placed his hands on my arms. "You're not going to have more headaches are you?" He asked worried.
"No, just travel round places. See if anything clicks." I lied with a half a smile. "Don't worry, if it doesn't work I'll call and we can go kill something. I'm sure I'll be frustrated enough." I smirked up at Dean. He rolled his eyes and he pulled me closed to him.
"Yeah well, just don't do something I would do." Dean said holding me close.
"Please, like I'm that stupid." I teased as we pulled apart. Dean was still holding me close.
"Just, send me a text now and again. Let me know your not leviathan chowder." Dean said seriously.
"Promise." I said with a smirk before pulling out of his arms and walking to my car. "Bye guys!" I yelled revving my baby and pulling out of the side street.
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