I want to apologize for not updating sooner, I had really bad writer's block, and it was very hard to get past it. I have finally got past the WB, and here is the newest chapter.
I just want to say a few things first. I want to thank everyone for taking the time to read and reply to this story, it means a lot to me. Without you, I wouldn't even be writing this.
And I also want to give everyone a heads up, things will be different after an up-coming chapter. The characters and how things are now will change. It might and it might not be a good change... so, get ready for things to take a different course.
Chapter 26
"Start the car!"
Summer turned her attention back to the motel room just as Dean ran out the door, raising his right arm up, tossing the keys toward her. Catching them in her hand, she moved quickly to the driver's side, and climbed inside as Dean ran over to the other side and he got in, right before she backed out of the parking spot, she saw Sam chasing after them, looking angry. "I take it he isn't too happy?"
"Ya think?"
She drove out of the parking lot and headed down the road, to where, she had no idea. "Where're we going, Dean?"
"Anywhere, just… drive."
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By the next morning, close to ten, the two returned to the motel and Dean put the car in park before glancing at Summer.
"What do you bet he's done some thing to get us back?"
"I wouldn't put it past him," he replied opening the door and got out.
Summer sighed, following his lead, and they made their room back to the room. Once they reached it, Dean pressed his ear against the door, shaking his head a moment later. "I don't hear anything."
"Do you think he is still asleep?"
"Nah, I doubt it. He never sleeps in," he told her and reached for the doorknob. Turning it, he pushed inward, the door opened. When it opened enough for them to go in, both greeted with cold water falling upon their heads, drenching the both of them from head to toe.
"Pay back's a bitch, don't ya think?" Sam asked sitting on a chair that was facing the door, a grin plastered on his face.
The two just stood in the doorway too surprised to move or speak for several moments, until Dean was the first to say something. He eyed his brother, raising his eyebrow at him. "Bucket of water? What are we, back in high school? That's weak man."
Sam stood up from the chair and made his way over to them, placing a hand on Dean's shoulder. "If that's weak, then I don't know what you'll call the next one I have planned," he said as he walked past them and headed down the parking lot to the diner across the street. Dean turned and looked at Summer.
"I don't think I would have thought I would say this, but… I am a bit worried what he has planned."
Dean shook his head and went to his duffle bag. "Don't worry about it. I doubt he will have one that's too big," he told her as he took out his grey t-shirt, and pulled off his jacket, along with the dark t-shirt he had on, and he pulled on the other shirt before facing her. "We'll get him back later."
"Shouldn't we just… say truce and leave it alone?"
"Don't tell me you're too scared to get him back?"
"I just… I don't want him doing something that is going to cause this to last longer than it should," she told him while she headed toward the bathroom, and grabbed her clothes out of her bag before standing in the doorway of the bathroom.
"It will die down soon, I'm sure of it."
"I hope so…" and with that, she closed the bathroom door, and a few moments later Dean hears the shower running.
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"He's a dead man!"Dean turned his attention to the bathroom door when he heard Summer. "What is it?" the bathroom door opened, and to his surprise, her hair was now blue. "Oh, wow…" he said with wide eyes.
"He frigging changed the shampoo!" she spoke with so much annoyance and anger. "This means war!"
"How would he know we even had hair dye?" Dean asked.
"I don't care how he knew. All I care about is getting him back."
"So much for it not ending sooner than later," Dean said remembering what Summer had said to him earlier.
She walked toward their bed and then stood in front of him, staring him right in the eye.
"What?"
"This is all you're fault."
"Ouch!" he said when her hand connected with his arm. "What was that for?"
"For starting this," she told him, the annoyance clearly in her voice. "You started this when we didn't need it to start up again. Now because of it, I have blue hair!"
"I'm sorry."
"Sorry isn't good enough right now."
"You really wanna get him back?"
"Yes," she nodded. "Once I do, we can end it once and for all. No way am I going to have him dye my hair and get away with it."
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"I still can't hear right since you practically blew my ear drums," Sam said looking at Summer as they walked down the sidewalk and toward the Impala from the diner they ate at two days later since the pranking started."Maybe you shouldn't have dyed my hair," Summer said glancing at him.
"How many times do I have to say this? I said I was sorry and that it wasn't even meant for you."
"You have said that too many times already, and I don't care. I still got the dyed hair and as I said before, this dye better come out soon. I look like a freak."
"You're a cute freak," Dean spoke up placing an arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer to him.
"I'd rather not be a freak at all."
"We're all freaks," Dean said. "You're not alone."
"Let's change the subject, ok?" she asked. "Where are we going next?"
"Lawrence, Kansas," Sam answered.
"Why there?"
"There is a poltergeist," Dean told her. "Not looking forward to it. The last time there was one, it was at our old house and almost killed Sam, and it was the last time we… uh…"
"Saw our mom…" Sam finished Dean's sentence, the sadness showed through his voice.
"You saw your mom?" Summer asked as she stood next to the car, glancing at the both of them.
"She saved our lives that night, and in the progress, she destroyed herself," Dean said opening the driver's side door, placing a hand on the door and the other one sat on the top of the car. "To this day I wish she never did that."
"She figured she had no other choice but to do it to save her sons. Any mother would do it to protect her children," Summer said.
"That may have been the case, but it shouldn't have happened," Dean sighed. "She shouldn't have done that."
"She did and we can't do anything about it now," Sam said lowering himself inside the car.
Summer decided not to say another word about it, so she got in the passenger side and looked over at Dean when he did the same thing. "Didn't you say Missouri lives there?"
"Yeah, and that's where we'll be staying," Dean said as he started the car.
"We are? Does she mind that? I mean, we could always just stay at a motel so we don't bother her."
"She's already expecting us…"
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Three hours later, the three arrived at Missouri's house a little while after dark, and Dean pulled up to a one-story, wooden-brick, yellow house. Cutting the engine, Dean looked at the two before opening the door and climbed out.
"Uh, should I know anything before I meet her?"
"Well, she's physic, so she'll know what you're thinking," Dean told her.
"Hey Dean, make sure you don't put your foot on her coffee table like you planned on doing when we first met her. Don't want her actually whacking you with a spoon," Sam said while he smirked a little.
"She was going to whack you with a spoon?" Summer asked Dean while raising an eyebrow at him.
"Yeah, well, she was probably just saying that," Dean said making his way to the front door after he grabbed his bag out of the trunk, Sam and Summer following his actions.
The three stood in front of the white door waiting for Missouri to answer after Sam rang the doorbell, and when it opened, a healthy black woman with short black curly hair appeared.
"Come on now, you're letting in all the cold air," she said as she stepped aside.
The three did as their told, and Missouri closed the door behind them, and then stepped in front of them, a smile forming on her face.
"Sam, and Dean," she said shortly after. "It's good to see you."
"It's nice to see you too, Missouri," Sam smiled.
Missouri then looked over at Dean, and to their surprise, she pulled out a medium-sized wooden kitchen spoon and whacked Dean on the arm. "That's for thinking about putting your foot on my coffee table again just to bug me."
Sam smirked at his brother and shook his head a little.
Summer could feel herself tense up slightly when Missouri met her gaze. She was nervous, and she had no idea what to say or think around her knowing she was a physic.
"Don't be so nervous, child," Missouri said to her. "There's nothing to be nervous about," she added, the smile never leaving.
The smile was warm, and Summer could see a sparkle twinkle in her brown eyes, and it helped her be more at ease. "Hi," she finally said her own smile forming to her lips. "I'm—"
"Summer, I know," Missouri told her. "I know quite a bit about you already. Dean couldn't help but talk about you on the phone yesterday."
Summer met Dean's gaze, and she could tell he seemed a bit embarrassed by what Missouri said. She looked back at the kind woman when she began speaking again.
"I got the guest rooms ready, so, shall we get you settled in?"
They nodded in reply and they headed to the rooms.
The five walked down the hallway, and stopped at a door.
Missouri faced Sam. "This will be your room."
Sam nodded and stepped inside the room, and faced them as he placed a hand on the door. "We'll, I guess I'll see you in the morning," he said before shutting the door.
The others made their way to another door a little ways down the hall from Sam's bedroom.
Missouri looked over at Summer. "This will be yours, and Dean yours is over there, past mine," she pointed to a door on the other side of the hallway. "Get some sleep, and if you need anything let me know," she said before making her way to her room. Stopping in front of her room, she faced them again, eying Dean. "Don't even think about sneaking to Summer's room," and with that, she disappeared inside her room, closing the door behind her.
Dean glanced at Summer. "I guess this means goodnight."
"Guess so," she nodded.
He stepped toward her, making the gap between them disappear, and he leaned in, letting his lips meet hers for a few moments before stepping backwards. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight," she smiled and turned to go in her room.
Dean watched as she closed the door and he then went to his.
Summer set her bag down on an over-stuffed chair by the window and pulled off her jacket, and then reached for her hair-tie that kept her hair out of her face. After several minutes, she made her way to the bed only to stop to turn around to see the bedroom door open, and Dean stepped inside, closing the door quietly behind him.
"This'll be our little secret," he said as he headed to her.