A/N: I'm sorry for the super long update. I've been really bust with school and such. Hopefully with more reviews I'll be faster on the update next chapter.

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Let Loose From the Noose

Chapter 6: Take Me Out

Rachel sat in her favorite spot outside on the porch like she always did, it was becoming a very amusing habit for her, and Sam too, when he would coincidently find her reading there. Sipping her cocoa in the crisp, clean, air she could see Sam out of the corner of her eye, on his laptop researching. She stared blankly at the stunning reflections of the setting sun and surrounding trees in the lake, thinking about what had happened earlier.

'I can't believe I yelled at him like that.' Rachel thought to herself. 'I've never yelled at anyone like that in my whole life! He must be so pissed off.'

In the background Rachel could hear Dean tinkering with his car. With every clink of the tools Rachel felt even more responsible for his anger that night. She needed to talk to him. She couldn't handle the awkward silence in the house anymore. It had only been 2 hours, but the minutes dragged on for what seemed like weeks. It was nauseating for Rachel, to not be able to have a say in her life. But it was a worse feeling when the two people who took her in, her saviors, were irritated with her. Rachel slowly got up, putting her cocoa on the table and walked to the front of the house where Dean was under the hood of his Impala.

'Dean.' Rachel said as she walked over to him. 'I'm sorry for yelling like that. I… just, got a bit carried away.' She paused, waiting for a reply. But all that came was the sound of tools clinking away. When she realized she wasn't getting a response, she continued. 'I thought about what you said. You're probably right. You've been doing this kind of thing all your life… I should listen you to more… I hope you can forgive me.'

Dean slowly picked his grease splattered face away from the hood of his car. He looked at Rachel for a moment before he gave his reply.

'I'm sorry too.' He said softly.' I had no right to yell at you. You're not my brother, and I'm not your father. I don't know why I did it, I shouldn't have, it wasn't right. I just didn't want you hurt.'

'No no, you were right, you were just doing what was in my best interest. I was wrong Dean, I won't do it.'

'Well, you have no choice.'

'What?!' cried Rachel furious

'If we want to kill this bastard, we have to take action. Nothing's going to happen if you just sit in the house all day… we need to send it back to hell and fast.' Dean said as he slowly brought his head back under the hood.

Rachel stood gawking at Dean. She waited for a reply, or even just "I'm joking" but nothing came, only the sound of metal clinking away monotonously. She walked over to Sam still in shock at what had happened. 'He was just yelling that it wasn't safe, why would he change his mind so quickly!?' Rachel thought to herself.

'Is Dean PMSing or something?'

Sam laughed as he looked up at Rachel. 'I wish, at least I would know when one of his mood's are coming then.'

'One of his moods?'

'Yeah, I like to think of it as when he thinks to much, he over exerts his brain and it just causes a complete meltdown. But, I think he's just concerned over something. He never tells me anything so I don't know too much other then that.'

'Do they last a long time usually? I think I might just blow my brains out listening to the silence between you guys.'

'It depends on how serious the problem is.'

'Great.' Rachel said dragging out the word for emphasis and rolling her eyes. 'So, how do I fix this?'

'So you think it's about you then?'

'Not to sound arrogant or anything but what else really is there that's changed drastically within the last few weeks?'

'Good point. But, Dean's always had a lot on his mind… he could just be sorting it all out, rethinking his priorities.' Sam paused thinking about what he just said. 'On second thought I think you're right.'

Rachel laughed as she wished Sam a pleasant night before retreating back into her room. She sat down on her small twin bed and tried to finish her book but her thoughts kept going back to Dean…. Her eyes drooped as she finally decided to give up on reading and rested her eyes a little.

Rachel walked slowly in her PJ's down to the dock. The moon was giving it an eerie glow and the fog had just risen above it. Clutching a piece of paper she smoothed it out and read it in her head. 'Dean, if it'll make your troubles go away… I will too.' A single tear fell from her eye as she looked turned back to the magnificent house. Stepping forward she plunged into the cold lake.

Rachel awoke in a panicked sweat. She's had bad dreams for a long time and was used to her feverish wake up. But, what startled her this morning wasn't her suicidal dream, it was the envelope at the foot of her bed. 'Dammit!' Rachel thought thinking the worst as she reached for the envelope. Smoothing out the folded paper she read to herself 'Rachel, went for a drive. Won't be back until dinner. Sam's at the library. Here's $50 for food. Signed Dean.' Rachel slammed the paper down on her bed. 'Fuck! I can't belive it! I bet they left me…' She sighed 'Just stay calm, think positive Rachel…. Maybe they'll come back.' She hoped as the phone rang downstairs.

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Ending note: What did you think of Rachel's dreams? I figured I've had her wake up panicked enough now that you deserved to know what they were about… Please review, I'd love to get some feedback! Hopefully that may speed up next chapters update.