Dean walked into Martin Books. He was there to pick up Lindsay and take her to have her second MRI that morning.
"Hey Sammy, how's things going?" asked Dean.
Sam briefed Dean on the fSam, Dean wasn't too happy about Gordon not going to jail. At least Madison is spared the pain of a trial, he thought.
"So how's Madison taking all this?" asked a concerned Dean.
"She's trying to put all of this behind her. We both are so we can move forward," answered Sam.
"That's great, Sam." God please let them have some good times ahead of them. I can't think of any two people more deserving of happiness thought Dean.
Just then Lindsay emerged from the stock room and greeted Dean. She had already told Sam that she had something to do that morning. However she never mentioned that it involved his brother. Dean and Lindsay headed out of the store together and Sam was left in their wake wondering what the heck was going on.
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After spending the morning at the hospital, Dean drove Lindsay home. He could tell she was nervous. Her doctor had said that he would put a rush on her MRI film and would have the results by that afternoon. Waiting to finding out if your brain tumor has returned can certainly make a person nervous he reasoned. He didn't like the idea of her sitting all by herself waiting for the results of her MRI.
"Lindsay if you want, I can stay and keep you company," offered Dean.
"Well, I don't want to keep you from your work," said Lindsay.
"Don't worry I don't have anything to do this afternoon." Dean didn't mention that he had his secretary clear his schedule so he could be there for Lindsay.
With Sid at the bookstore the house was completely empty. Lindsay and Dean headed inside. Lindsay got some drinks and snacks for the two of them and they prepared for the wait.
"Is this your mom?" asked Dean pointing to a picture on the coffee table of the a woman who looked like an older version of Lindsay, but with longer hair.
"Yeah, that picture was taken not long before she got sick," said Lindsay.
"You look like her. You must miss her." Dean knew how it felt to lose a parent and miss them so much it hurt.
"Everyday. I wish she was here now. She knew just the right thing to say to make you feel better." Lindsay blinked back tears. Times like these she missed her mom the most.
Dean could tell Lindsay was upset so he changed the subject. "What about your brother? What's he like?"
"Andrew? He's brilliant. A scientific genius. I didn't appreciate that enough when we were kids and he was always being called a nerd. He's two years younger than me, but he skipped a grade so he was only a year behind me in school. You know most boys had pictures of cars or girls on their bedroom walls, not Andrew. He had Albert Einstein and the periodic table of elements on his wall. They say geniuses are always misunderstood and I guess its true. I am so happy though that he is able to do what he's always dreamed of," said Lindsay.
"You must miss him." It was hard on Dean when Sam went away to college he couldn't even begin to imagine how he would feel if his brother was half a world away like Lindsay's.
"I do, but with this job his whole future is set. When he's done he can get a job at just about any university. It's funny because when he applied he was sure he wouldn't get it. The interview process takes almost a year and Andrew would be the youngest researcher they ever had there. My mom, she was sure he would get it. She just knew. He found out that he got the position shortly before she died. She made him promise that he would go. Andrew left two months after Mom died. It's tough, but this is the best thing for him." Lindsay's voice was filled with pride as she spoke.
Dean understood how Lindsay felt. It was hard on him when Sam stopped hunting with him to stay with Madison full time, but Dean was able to see the wonderful effect it had on his brother. He finally learned that letting go doesn't mean losing touch.
"You know, I met your dad once," said Lindsay.
"Really?" said Dean.
"Yeah, I was about six. My brother and I used to spend our Saturdays at the store. I think my dad was helping your dad with some research. Your dad was very nice to Andrew and me. He mentioned that he had two boys of his own," said Lindsay.
"He did?" asked Dean.
"Yeah, I remember him telling me he had son my age named Dean. My mom told him to pick out some books to take you and Sam, on the house. Your dad asked me to help. I remember picking out Green Eggs and Ham. I was kind of a freak for Dr. Seuss when I was little," said Lindsay.
"Finally, I know who to blame," said Dean with a chuckle.
"What?" asked a confused Lindsay.
"Until Sam could read, I had to read that book to him twice a night, every night. He would not go to sleep unless it was read to him. He used to beg Dad to make him green eggs and ham. For Sam's fourth birthday, Dad got some green food coloring and made green scrambled eggs. I think Sammy was bummed out that it didn't taste any different," said Dean with a laugh.
Lindsay couldn't help but join Dean in the laughter.
"I am definitely going to have to do a Green Eggs and Ham display at the store," she said.
"Oh Sam's gonna love that. Just don't tell him I told you that story," said Dean.
"Well, I think Sam's smart enough to figure out you told me," replied Lindsay.
"So Lindsay if you don't mind me asking, how did you fall down the stairs?" Dean asked the question that had been on his mind for awhile.
"Well, its a long story, but I guess we have time. Have you ever met the person you thought could be the one, only thing is you've got this secret? You want to tell them because you don't want any secrets between you, but you don't exactly know how?" spoke Lindsay.
Dean nodded as the face of his old girlfriend Cassie ran through his mind.
"Well that's how I felt about my ex-boyfriend Jean-Paul. I wanted to tell him, but I didn't know how. I was afraid he'd think I was crazy. Well he had this friend, Henry, who had just bought an eighteenth century farmhouse right outside Paris. He moved in with his wife and three young kids. One night at a dinner party, I asked him how he liked his new home. He said the he loved it there, but that there was some strange things going on. Listening to him talk about flickering lights and scratching noises, it sounded like a poltergeist to me. That night I told Jean Paul what I thought. I said that my fried Luc should check his house out. Luc's a hunter who's an old friend of my father's. He promised my Dad he would look out for me while I was in France. Anyway I told Jean Paul we should talk to Luc about Henry's house," said Lindsay.
"What did he say?" asked Dean.
"He told me I was crazy and dumped me right there on the spot. I figured that might happen. I didn't count on what happened next though," said Lindsay.
"What happened?" asked Dean.
"Jean-Paul went and told all of his friends that I was a crazy lunatic. He made sure that he totally humiliated me," said Lindsay.
"What?" said Dean.
"I was angry, but I knew that I couldn't just do nothing about Henry's situation. So I told Luc and he agreed to go with me to check out the farmhouse. I was afraid that Henry wouldn't listen to us, but things had gotten so bad at his house he was willing to try anything. Only thing is he didn't mention that Jean Paul was stopping by that day. He wasn't too happy to see us at the farmhouse. I was checking out the second floor of the house when he came upstairs and started yelling at me. He said that I was crazy and I had no right to drag his friends down with my silly ideas." Lindsay paused for a moment.
"Lindsay what happened next?" asked Dean softly.
"The poltergeist chose that moment to show itself and Jean-Paul just stood there right in front of it. I think he was frozen in fear. The next bit is a little hazy. I remember pushing Jean-Paul out of the way, but I don't remember anything after that. I woke up in the hospital three days later. I had three broken ribs and a fractured skull. Apparently the poltergeist pushed me down the stairs. I must have hit my head on the way down," said Lindsay.
"Oh God," was all Dean could say.
"That's not even the half of it. Shortly after I woke up Jean-Paul was there. He said that he was so relieved that I was awake. I asked him if he had been there the whole time. He said that he had. I was so moved by the thought that he had stayed by my side the whole time, I was ready to forgive him for everything. That is until Luc came in the room," said Lindsay.
"What happened then?" asked Dean.
"He started yelling at Jean-Paul saying that he had no right to be there. He demanded to know where Jean-Paul was for the past three days. How come he didn't even bother to come see me once," said Lindsay angrily.
"Wait, he lied to you?" asked Dean.
"Oh that's not event the worst of it. I asked him where he had been while I was in a coma. He said that he couldn't stand to see me like that looking so lifeless. That bastard thought I was going to die and didn't want to have to see me like that," growled Lindsay.
"So let me get this straight. This jerk humiliates you to all his friends and then puts you in harms way of a poltergeist and he can't even bring himself to see you in a hospital," hissed Dean.
"Yep that about sums it up. My dad flew from Frisco to be with me. My brother hopped a supply plane, all the way from the Antarctic, to be there for me. Both of them told me they never once gave up hope I would be okay. Jean-Paul gave me up for dead the moment I landed at the bottom of the stairs. I knew in that instant I could never be with him again. He begged me for the longest time to take him back. He kept saying he stilled loved me, but he never even once bothered to apologize for the way he treated me," said Lindsay.
Dean couldn't believe everything he just heard. How could someone do that to Lindsay? He knew Cassie had thought he was crazy when he told her the truth, but she was a decent human being and he knew she never would have done to him what Jean Paul did to Lindsay. Dean had this sudden urge to fly to Paris and track down that bastard and make him suffer for what he did to Lindsay. That fact that he was afraid of flying didn't even enter his mind.
"So is that why you came home, to get away from that jerk?" asked Dean.
"No. My dad wanted me to come home, but I insisted in staying. I refused to run away. I stuck it out for two years, but I really started to miss my family. I know now that here is where I belong," said Lindsay.
Just then the ringing phone interrupted them and Lindsay quickly grabbed it.
"Hello, Oh Dr. Williams, you have my results," she said.
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