A/N: Still own nothing, which is an utter shame. Also, parts of this were inspired by The Vow but will not be following that movie storyline. I'm definitely going to keep things as canonical as possible where I can, like Dean's love for pie, Sam's schooling, show quotes, you name it.

Chapter 6

The little movie marathon that Dean, Sam and Kelsey started lasted well into the night. John and Mary had joined "the kids", as they had called the trio, to watch the second movie, Carrie (which, when Dean tried to call House Rules again, saying the injured gets to pick the movie, Sam protested that there was no such thing, and the only House Rules he knew of, applied to the car). After that, the parents had called it a night.

It wasn't until just before midnight did they start Sweet HomeAlabama, Kelsey's pick this time, that Sam announced he was going to head to bed for the night. Kelsey offered to turn off the movie, and watch it tomorrow, but the taller brother insisted they continue.

"Besides, Dean can't wait until they get to the loooove." Sam teased with a laugh, always wanting to take a dig at his brother, before taking a face full of pillow as Dean promptly whipped the cushion at him.

Once Sam was gone and Kelsey drew her legs up to her chest, wrapping an arm around them from her spot on the cushions.

"You don't need to watch it with me," Kelsey offered with a small grin. "I know Sam's just teasing you."

Dean shook his head as he settled back beside her, having moved to get the player ready. "No, it's cool. Besides, it's not that bad of a movie."

Reaching down, he grabbed hold of the bowl of popcorn they had been snacking on and popped a few pieces into his mouth.

Kelsey reached in, grabbed a handful and ate it while the film played. At one point, about a half-hour in, she felt a strong urge to cuddle up against the man. So she did.

Dean, having been silent up until that point, quirked a brow and looked over as he felt Kelsey's head press against his shoulder, curling up a bit as she did, and clasping her hands together against her own chest. This was the first bit of physical interaction that Kelsey had allowed anyone to have with her, even if it was initiated by her, since the accident, and it took him by surprise.

"Sorry," she apologized after a moment, interpreting that Dean did not want her there by the way he had tensed up, and pulled away.

"No no, it's okay." He reassured her, tilting his head in thought. "You good? I mean, this movie isn't exactly terrifying or anything."

The woman shook her head, and tucked a red lock of hair behind her ear. "Sorry... I just... got this urge to cuddle." She paused, bit her lip and looked away. "It's stupid."

Dean let a small grin play across his face. This was a good thing, this was a very good thing. Lifting his arm up, he motioned for her to cuddle up against him, and when she did, he wrapped his right arm around her, pulling her in closer. He felt the weight of her head as she pressed it against the front of his shoulder. Dean did, however, fight the urge to kiss her hair.

Settling in, Kelsey let herself relax and tried to focus on the movie. But instead, she found herself focusing on everything but. The hard form of Dean's chest, the strong but comforting arm that encircled her and kept her in place. The musky scent of his cologne. The gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed in and then out. Closing her eyes for just a brief moment, both out of exhaustion and the need to focus, it happened.

At first, it was just one flash. One photograph in her mind, coupled with a strong feeling. The two of them, curled up on the couch, just like they. Then came more, with stronger feelings and urges. Kelsey had to close her eyes, knitting her brows together and without meaning to, had tensed up and balled part of Dean's green tee in her hand.

"Kelse?" Dean questioned slowly, staying as still as he could but eyeing her all the same. He really couldn't help the nickname slip from his mouth. Besides, she had never objected to it, so he used it. "You okay?"

Snapping her eyes open as his voice cut into her thoughts, she looked up and blinked owlishly at him for a moment. So he repeated the question again, green eyes still locked on her form. Concern was evident in his eyes.

"I, uh..." Kelsey looked away, brows still knit together, but now in frustration, as if she didn't know how to respond. Finally, she responded in a low whisper of uncertainty and nervousness. "We've done this before."

"Huh?" Dean tilted his ear closer to her, hoping he had heard what he thought she had said.

"We've done this before." Kelsey repeated, finally looking back at him. "Haven't we?"

Yahtzee. He hadn't misheard, and he definitely did not misunderstand. He knew she was referring to their current position. Instead of answering her question, he responded with one of his own

"Did you remember something?"

"I... I think so. I don't know." She pulled away to face him and ran a hand through her hair. Dean ignored the urge to protest at the lack of extra warmth and weight. "I saw... flashes, I guess you could say. Of you and me doing this exact thing." A pause. "Please tell me I'm not crazy."

He allowed a bright grin to cross his face, definitely more excited about this newest development than he tried to let on. "You're not crazy." He paused for a moment himself, trying to decide how to explain. Finally, he decided to just be blunt.

"We've done this. The whole chick-flick cuddling thing." Dean confirmed, shifting himself to a side-sitting position and slung an arm along the back of the couch. "It's kind of our... thing we do when we watch movies." With a shrug, he added, "We've been doing that for years, now that I think about it."

"So we've been friends for a long time then?"

"Yup. Ever since we were kids." He confirmed with a bob of his head.

The movie, now forgotten, continued to play on in the background as Kelsey mulled over this new information, Dean waiting patiently for new questions as she did so. With so many going through her head, coupled with these flashes - this memory - it was beginning to hurt again. But there was at least one question she had to ask Dean, now that she had this new piece of information.

"Are we a couple?"

Brows raised at the question, almost as if he didn't understand. "Couple?"

"Yeah. Boyfriend and girlfriend?" She asked, as if it were supposed to be obvious what she meant.

Dean felt his chest tighten and had to remind himself to breathe, not sure why the question was throwing him off. It was a routine question he had been asked many times before by friends and even family. He refused to think that being thrown off his game was because of who was asking that question.

"Uh... no." He shook his head with a tiny smirk, pretending as if the thought were laughable. "We're nothing like that. Just friends."

"Was there ever anything between us?"

They really needed to get off the topic, Dean decided. It was definitely making him uncomfortable. "Nada."

Kelsey wanted to fire question after question, but had a sneaking suspicion that whatever their personal history held, Dean didn't want to go into depth about it. At least, not tonight. So she bit her tongue and bobbed her head in response before shifting her attention back to the movie.

Dean debated about inviting her to cuddle up against him for a second time that night, but ultimately decided to leave her to her thoughts. He was sure it was a lot to take in, and they had already been warned about overwhelming her with overloaded information. That was the last thing he wanted. On the bright side, Kelsey had finally remembered something important. And, as a bonus, it had been about him. He'd look forward to his bragging rights in the morning.

"Sam, wake up."

Sam groaned into his pillow as he felt extra weight on his bed, and then a large hand shaking him eagerly.

"Sammy!"

"Mmmwha?" Sam groaned again and rolled over from his stomach to his side before cracking his eyes open. Finding his older brother there, sitting on the side of his bed and shaking him awake, Sam immediately shut his eyes again.

"Dean, go 'way. It's 'aturday."

The excited shaking continued. "Dude, this is important. You need to wake up."

Sam sighed dramatically, before opening them again and yawning. Taking a look at the clock on his nightstand, he noticed it was only 9:00am. "This had better be good."

When he was sure he had his younger brother's attention, Dean grinned brightly, his eyes bright with excitement. "Guess what happened?"

Sam squinted in the bright sunlight that was flooding through the open curtains of his room, taking a moment to think about what possibly could've happened in the last nine hours that would get his brother this excited.

"Did mom make pie?" he ventured, already deciding if that was the reason for his early wake up call, Dean would regret it. He knew about Dean's undying love for the stuff, but that was still no excuse for waking up before noon on a weekend.

"God, I wish. Try again."

"Ugh, Dean..." Sam pleaded and lightly tried to shove the shorter man off his bed. "I wanna sleep."

"Try again, and I'll leave you alone."

Sam blew air out from his cheeks hard and took another moment to think about it. Finally, he answered, "Bobby's gonna come visit and help you with the Impala?"

Another shake of the head. "Close, but no cigar. One more, Sammy!"

Dean was really going to regret this wake up call, Sam decided. "Um... I got nothin'." He admitted, lifting a hand to rub sleep from his eyes. Clearly, there was no chance of going back to sleep. Not until he was informed about whatever important thing his brother decided he needed to hear.

His older brother grinned again, excited as a little kid at Christmas. "Kelsey had a memory come back last night."

Now this was worth getting up for, Sam thought. Sitting up, he blinked and raised his brows in surprise. "Yeah? What happened?"

Dean eagerly launched into the events that happened after Sam had gone to bed, telling him everything and ended his story with a smug, shit-eating grin. "This means, clearly, I'm the stimuli."

"Or maybe, it was the cuddling thing. Maybe you weren't the stimuli." Sam pointed out, quirking a brow. "I mean, it could've been you, sure. But that's 'cause Kelsey and I sure don't cuddle, and she's not curling up with mom and dad. Maybe it was the behaviour itself. You said she said she had an urge."

"Well, yeah, but still."

Sam shook his head, running a hand through the shaggy brown hair. It was too early to disagree about something. "Either way, this is a good thing, Dean."

The blonde nodded in agreement, and was about to get up when Sam stopped him.

"What are you gonna tell her when more memories of you and her come back? Or she starts asking questions?"

"There is no 'me and her', Sam."

His brother scoffed. "Yeah, okay."

Dean knit his brows together in confusion. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Sam just responded by giving his brother a Look. When Dean just shrugged, Sam sighed dramatically and shook his head.

"It's obvious you care about her, and always have, Dean. And with the way that you two act sometimes, it's a wonder why you guys aren't already together." Sam started counting off on his fingers as he made a verbal list. "The 'not-cuddling', the Just Because drives and deep talks she will only have with you, that one time you got her flowers-"

"That was because she had a shitty day." Dean tried to argue.

"You got her roses." Sam replied, trying to look serious, but the smug grin that showed he knew he was right. "White roses, in fact. Which are her favourite. Friends don't go out and drop money like that on friends who have had a bad day. No, they call up the friend who had a bad day and listens to an hour-long rant." He shrugged lightly. "Face it, man. You're practically a boyfriend, but without the title."

Dean puckered his lips and thought this over. Sure, okay, fine. He cared about Kelsey, and sure, he may have done "boyfriend" stuff, if one could really call it that. But feelings? Stuff garbage romance movies were made of? Pffft, no, he definitely did not have those for her. Nope. If anything, he chalked it up to them being friends for years, ever since they were kids and she moved in. Aside from the one kiss they shared at her Sweet 16th birthday party years ago, they had never dated, or slept together or anything. One little kiss didn't mean anything, and was not a basis for romantic feelings. This, Dean was sure of.

Sam waited patiently for Dean to say something, and when he didn't, Sam shook his head again. "Dude, you know you're gonna have to talk to her eventually about your past with her. She's gonna ask, or remember. She already asked me about the photo of you and her at the beach last summer."

Dean looked up to Sam, his eyes raising up from where he had been staring at his lap. "What? When was this?"

"Yesterday. She was in your room, looking at your photos." He shrugged his giant shoulders again. "So, what are you gonna tell her?"

Dean rubbed his eyebrow with a finger and returned Sam's shrug.

Sam yawned again, hiding it with a hand and nodded to his bedroom door. "So, are you done being an excited 12-year old? Can I go back to sleep yet?"

"Yeah, yeah." Dean gave in and reached over, annoyingly ruffling Sam's bed-head hair, until Sam swatted his hand away. "But I can't promise the parental units won't be up to drag you out soon to help with shoveling snow."

Sam groaned dramatically and flopped back onto the mattress. "I swear, dude. Wait until you're fully healed and cleared for 'active duty'. I won't be so generous then."

Dean snickered and moved out of the doorway. "Thanks, Sammy. I owe you one."

Once he had closed Sam's door behind him, he decided to head down to the garage and take a look at his broken down Baby. He couldn't wait to get better so he could start giving the Impala some much needed tender loving care. God, it had only been a couple weeks, but he missed driving so bad.

For now, though, he decided, the Impala needed his attention. Stopping by to grab a notebook from his room and a pen, he threw on a sweatshirt and headed into the chilly garage for a couple hours, to take refuge from his own head, and thoughts.

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