Well, I'm back! I would have had this up a little earlier but document manager was being an ass :D
"You really shouldn't do that you know" Gracie gave Dean her fiercest look, he just scowled at her,
"It's itchy, I need to scratch it" he kept manipulating the chopstick beneath the plaster cast that encased his leg,
"I think it's so itchy because that damn woman shaved my leg, now it's growing back and I can't fudging scratch it" his brows furrowed as he pushed the slim bamboo stick further down the cast.
Gracie crossed the room and snatched the chopstick out of his hand,
"I said stop it" Dean pouted,
"Aww babe, just one more scratch? please??" he dropped his lip further and gave her his saddest look he could muster,
"Dean, the puppy dog look only worked when you were an actual puppy, now move your leg so I can sit down" she gently nudged his leg,
"Ow, careful, it's still tender" he swung the bulky cast off the chair, making a complete production of it,
"It's been three weeks since the surgery, I think it's time to stop playing the sympathy card" she moved the chair closer to the table and opened the newspaper out in front of her,
"Haven't you already read the paper? twice?" Dean raised his eyebrow at Gracie, she refolded it, sighed and threw it across the room,
"Yes I have, but what else is there to do?" she stood up suddenly, knocking the chair over behind her,
"I'm sick of being in this damn motel room, in this damn town, with no damn case to work" she slumped down on the bed which took up nearly half of the small room,
"I'm sorry babe, I know it's my fault, but if it's any consolation, I'm bored too" Dean awkwardly moved over to the bad and sat down beside her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders,
"No, it's not your fault, you can't help being laid up with a broken leg, I'm just just a little stir crazy, I guess I'm not used to being stuck in the same place for so long"
Dean moved closer and placed his hand high up on her thigh,
"Speaking of being laid up" he smirked and waggled his eyebrows suggestively. She slapped his hand away,
"I'm so not in the mood right now Dean, and anyway Sam and Amanda should be back any minute" Dean sighed,
"I hope he remembered the pie"
"He always remembers the pie, he knows his life wouldn't be worth living if he didn't remember the pie"
"They've been gone a while actually, did they go to the next state to get food or something. I'm starving" Gracie rolled her eyes,
"You're always starving. I think they said they were going for a walk first" Dean looked thoughtful,
"Hmm, they've been going walking a lot lately"
"No shit sherlock. I don't blame them actually, anything would be better than staying in these pokey little rooms all day" she looked over at her boyfriend, he looked a little hurt,
"Sorry babe, I didn't mean it to come out like that, you know I love spending time with you" she leaned over and kissed him, he wrapped his hand up in her hair and pulled her closer, he moved his lips towards her ear and whispered,
"Well since we're cooped up in here we might as well do something useful" he kissed his way down her neck,
"Dean, I said I wasn't in the mood" she stood up from the bed and went back over to the table, he mumbled,
"It was worth a shot"
"You are kind of right though, they have been going out an awful lot lately, and acting kinda weird"
"Sam always acts weird" Gracie laughed,
"I'll tell him you said that" Dean pushed out his chest,
"Bring it"
"No, I'm serious, I think something is up with him and Amanda, haven't you noticed? they've been all.......weird"
"Weird, right, you said that"
"I can't explain it, they just haven't been themselves ever since Amanda killed that witch" she grabbed the knife sitting on the table and stared to play with it absent mindedly,
"Think about it babe, she jumped in the deep end with us, and she just killed her first human, it's not like when she killed the kathra, that's got to screw with her mind, I'd be worried if it didn't"
"Yeah, I guess, but they won't even talk about what happened at the witch's house, only that Amanda killed her, I mean, it's just so..."
"If you say weird I will come over there and spank you"
"You promise?" Gracie said with a smirk on her face.
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"Amanda we need to talk about this" Sam looked over at the girl sitting next to him on the park bench,
"For the last time, there is nothing to talk about" she stood up and walked over to the duck pond in the middle of the large park across the road from the motel,
"Sure, I mean you only stopped me from getting killed by psychically grabbing a knife off a very powerful witch, I can totally see how there's nothing to talk about" he stretched his long legs out in front of him and stood,
"I know you're probably scared but we need to figure out what happened" Sam went and stood next to her pulling her close, she pushed him away,
"Can't you just leave it be Sam? I mean, maybe it was just a stupid one off, a freak of nature thing"
"I've been around the supernatural all my life, it is never a stupid one off thing" Sam noticed Amanda's eyes moisten, he pulled her close this time ignoring her protests,
"We can work this out, I'll be here for you no matter what" he felt her sob into his shirt,
"I just don't understand, what's wrong with me?"
"Nothing's wrong with you, there will be an explanation for what happened, don't worry, we'll get to the bottom of this, but you need to talk to me about what happened so I can help you", she lifted her head from his chest,
"Okay, but later, we promised Dean we'd take him some food, and you know how he gets when he's hungry" Sam laughed,
"Yeah, I better take him some pie back or poor Gracie will have to put up with his bad mood, but promise me we'll talk about this later"
"I promise" the look in her eyes told Sam that she was telling the truth.
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Gracie moved over to the bed and pushed Dean onto his back, he growled in response,
"I thought you weren't in the mood?" she moved herself to straddle his thighs,
"What? A girl can't change her mind? since we're holed up in this room we might as well make use of the time" she leaned down and kissed him, lingering long enough to get his heart racing,
"No complaints here" he mumbled around her lips, he moved his hands up to twist them in her long hair,
"Dude! Get a room!" Sam cried as he stepped through the door,
"This is a room, OUR room" Gracie rolled off Dean, her face bright red,
"Ever heard of knocking Sammy?"
"Sorry, I thought Dean would like his pie" he threw a square Styrofoam container onto the bed next to Dean,
"PIE! hell yeah" the room was soon full of the sound of Dean inhaling his pie,
"Are you saying that the pie is better than me?" Gracie pursed her lips at him waiting for his answer,
"No comment?" he answered, spitting crumbs onto the comforter,
"Fine" she stood up and went and sat down next to Amanda at the small table, Amanda slid another container towards Gracie, she didn't look up from the table,
"Thanks, hey, are you okay? you've been pretty quiet lately" Amanda lifted her head and look at Gracie,
"Yeah I'm fine, just a little run down, that's all, and kinda sick of this town" Dean groaned,
"Not you too, I swear it's not MY fault we're stuck here, blame that skeevy old witch" Amanda looked like she was about to cry again,
"You wanna give it a rest Dean?" Sam pulled his chair closer to his girlfriends and rubbed her back,
"Geez, sorry, it's just that it seems like everyone is blaming me because we've been stuck here for a few weeks" his voice started to get louder, "Do you honestly think I wanted to get turned into a freaking puppy and get hit by a freaking car?" he was yelling now, "I've apologised enough haven't I? Don't you think I want to be out of this town too? I'd love to be be out on a case right now instead of laid up here with this stupid bloody cast on"
Amanda let out a small sob, Dean took a deep breath,
"God, I'm sorry Amanda that wasn't aimed at you" Sam glared at his older brother,
"I think we might head to our room for a while, sound good Amanda?"she sniffled and nodded her head,
"We'll catch you guys later" Gracie waved,
"See you guys" Sam kept hold of Amanda's shoulder's as they left the room, Gracie turned her focus to Dean,
"Look what you did!"
"What I did?" I said sorry, and anyway it wasn't directed at her" he took another bite from his piece of pie "So, everyone is allowed to pay out on me about being stuck here, but I can't say a word? is that how it goes? It's not my fault she's PMSing"
"I think somethings really up with Amanda, you should go easy on her"
"I think everyone should go easy on me"
"Give it a rest Dean you sound like a spoiled child" she grabbed the jacket hanging over the back of the chair,
"I'm going for a walk"
"Fine leave me here on my own, I'll just watch more riveting daytime TV" she rolled her eyes at him and walked out the door.
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Amanda curled up onto Sam's lap, tears streaming down her face,
"I'm sorry, I don't know why I let that get to me" Sam stroked her hair,
"Don't worry, Dean makes me want to cry sometimes too" he let out a little chuckle, and felt a chuckle ripple through her body, she lifted her head and smiled at him, tears still stuck to her eyelashes,
"You're too good for me you know that?"
"I think it might be the other way around"
"Hardly, you deserve better than some psychic freak" she tried to move off his knee, but he held her close,
"You know no one thinks of you as a freak"
"I do"
"It's time to get to the bottom of this Amanda, I won't let it get you down anymore, you need to tell me what happened" she sighed and extracted herself from Sam's arms,
"Okay" she moved onto another chair and started fidgeting with the coaster in front of her, Sam could tell that she was nervous,
"So do you know how you got the knife?"
"No"
"Did anything....happen....like.......in your head, or did you feel anything physical?" Amanda pinched the bridge of her nose,
"No, well, not exactly, it was kind of weird, one minute I was looking at her standing over you with the knife and then it was like I was in the corner of the room watching everything like a scene in a movie, I could even see myself standing by the counter, and then I saw myself put my hand out and the knife just flew across the room into my hand, then I was back in my body and all I could think about was killing her for hurting you"
"You saw yourself across the room? Like an outer body experience?"
"Yeah I guess it was something like that" she put her head in her hands,
"Sam whats wrong with me?" the look in her eyes was heartbreaking, it took all of Sam's control not to grab her and run, to take her away from here and keep her safe forever,
"Nothing is wrong with you, you are beautiful and smart and talented, this thing is nothing" he leaned over the table and kissed her forehead gently,
"Has anything like this ever happened to you before?" she lifted her head to look him directly in the eye,
"Not this bad"
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Gracie wandered back across the road towards the motel, she'd only been gone twenty minutes, just long enough to start feeling guilty about leaving Dean on his own, she looked up at the sky, it was starting to get dark anyway. She paused long enough to make sure that the Impala was still locked up, Dean would have a coronary if anything happened to his baby, and headed towards the faded green door to their room, she quickly peeked in the window of Sam and Amanda's room on the way past and saw them at the table deep in conversation, they both looked upset,
"Can't tell me something's not going on with those two" Gracie mumbled to herself. Taking a deep breath and steeling herself for Dean's wrath, she opened the door slowly, what she saw confused her at first,
"What the......?"
There were chunks of dirty white plaster strewn across the room, and Dean was sitting at the table, a small machete in hand hacking at his own leg,
"DEAN WINCHESTER!" he looked up sheepishly,
"Um.....hey......I was kinda hoping I'd be finished before you got back, did you have a nice walk?"
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Well since everyone's grumpy at me because we can't go find another job because I have this stupid cast on, I thought I'd remedy the situation and hack the damn thing off" he face erupted into a huge cheesy grin before he bent back over and started cutting pices of plaster off his leg with the machete,
"With a machete? are you trying to cut your leg off?" Dean scoffed at her,
"Come on babe, give me bit of credit" another large chunk fell to the floor,
"I hope you plan on cleaning this up when you've finished being an idiot"
"You may call me an idiot, but if this cast is off it means we can go looking for a new case, isn't that what you've all been complaining that you want?"
"Of course we want a new case, but what if your leg isn't healed properly? did you think of that Dr. Winchester?"
"Hey, I've worked through worse, it'll be fine, now do you want to get out of this town or not?"
"Of course I do"
"Then come over here and make yourself useful, there's a bit at the back here I can't reach"
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Okay, so this chapter was pretty short and just kinda filler, think of it as a bridge if you will, getting us from one case to the next, but there was a little titbit of information about Amanda's past on there, did you catch it?
So don't forget to review, I love all comments, good and bad as they give me hints on what I'm doing right and wrong, I also love ideas, so if there is anything you'd like to see happen in this story, lay it on me!