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Chapter Seven.
The foursome stayed at Vicky's parent free home for a further two nights, chilling out, watching movies and drinking beer.
During this time Dean got to know Vicky a little better and found he had underlying feelings for her. And these were not feelings of lust, they were feelings of friendship and of intimacy. Something he had not actually felt with other girls. He was enthralled by her and Sam and Darcy had to practically drag him away from Vicky's place, not wanting to turn up to the Singer household minus a Winchester.
The whole drive back Dean couldn't get Vicky out of his head. He kept his radio up loud and windows down, any thing to get the feeling that he was leaving something behind out of his head.
In the other car, Vicky had decided to take the BMW to her father's house, her Triumph was great, but after driving her aunt's car she had quickly gotten used to having the luxurious soft top back. It wouldn't upset her father, she would just say that because of the heat she wanted the soft top. Simple.
"Do you love me?" Sam asked quickly, he had been thinking about it and didn't mean to blurt it out like that.
"You know I do Sammy." Darcy was uncomfortable with Sam asking this, especially after the conversation she had with Vicky a few days before.
"Then why do I feel that you're not too upset about summer being over in a fortnight?" He was serious and wanted to know where things were going with Darcy.
"Because I know it'll be hard when we have to go our separate ways and I don't want our last days talking about how upset we are Sam." Her patience was wearing thin now and she was bored.
"I just feel like this was just a summer thing to you." He looked at her with those puppy dog eyes and hardened his jaw.
"What?!" Darcy slammed on her breaks and pulled over quickly to the side of the road. Good job this part of the journey was quiet or there would have been am accident.
"What the hell Sam? Why are you doing this? What is your problem today? You've been quiet and mopey all day!" She shouted at him, taking off her seat belt and getting out of the car and slamming the door as hard as she could. Defiantly a good job she wasn't in the ancient Triumph!
Sam got out of the car and followed Darcy as she was walking up the road, her anger fuelling her speed.
"Darcy, wait!" He caught up with her and grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him. He placed both hands on her shoulders so she couldn't walk away without a struggle.
"Sam let go of me." She shouted, trying to get away.
"Not until you talk to me Darcy." He shook her angrily.
"SAM YOU'RE HURTING ME, LET GO!" She had tears in her eyes and was yelling at him hysterically.
Sam saw how scared she was of him and loosened his grip but pulled her in for a hug. Darcy was crying in to his chest.
"You're going to leave me Sam. You're going to go off with your father and brother and leave me." Part of her didn't want this to be over, but the other part of her knew that her life was so different from Sam's and she just wanted to get back to it. She liked him clinging to her, liked the attention. But at the same time she liked clinging to him too. Darcy just could not make her mind up.
"Shhhh, it's OK baby, it's OK. I didn't mean to scare you Darcy. I love you so much I don't want to leave you. I want to spend my life with you baby, I love you and I want to love you for the rest of my life. I want us to be together for ever." He poured his heart out to her, slightly embarrassed that he was telling her all of this, but needed to get it out in the open.
Dean saw the familiar car on the side of the road, saw his brother and friend, and thought the worst. Had something happened to Vicky? Had they broken down? What was wrong? All these thoughts were spinning around in his head at 100mph. Pulling over he quietly got out of the car.
"What's going on here? Every one OK?" He asked, concern spread over his face.
Sam and Darcy broke away, Dean could see she had been crying.
"What's wrong guys?" He asked, getting more and more worried by the second.
"Nothing. Just a silly misunderstanding." Darcy said, covering uo how she really felt.
Dean could see red hand prints on her shoulders beneath the straps of her strappy top.
"Sam get in the car." Dean ordered. "NOW!" His look was stone cold.
Sam could see he was serious so made his way to the Impala with out saying anything, only looking at the ground.
Dean made his way over to a shaken Darcy and placed a hand on her elbow.
"You ok?" He looked in to her eyes and could see she wasn't.
"We argued about what's going to happen after the summer." She replied, wanting to just get the Hell out of dodge.
"Did he hurt you? Darcy, answer me honestly."
"No, just upset me. Dean, what is going to happen?"
"You'll go back to school and we'll just do what we always do Darce. You know this."
"But I love him Dean, I can't go back to school without him. I'll miss him too much."
"I know you will, but it'll get easier OK? I promise it does. Now you get yourself home, I'll talk to Sammy and see if you guys can patch things up for the rest of the summer."
Darcy nodded and walked over to her car and got in without taking a second glance at Sam.
As she drove away, Sam could feel his heart breaking. He had hurt his girl and didn't understand why.
Dean got in the car and looked at his brother.
"Why did you do it Sammy?" Dean asked, not taking his eyes off his brother.
"I don't know. I feel so confused. Summer's ending and I don't want to leave her. If I break her heart it'll be easier for her when we leave. But I blurted it all out, how I feel about her. Dean what am I going to do?"
"You're going to give her some space for a few hours, then apologise. You freaked her out big time Sam. She might just ask you to stat away or she might just ask you to stay close, either way, you've got to honour what she asks of you."
"I know." Sam ran his hands through his hair. He had hurt her physically and emotionally then added to her confusion with his confession.
Dean started the car. In order to give Darcy space he needed to keep his speed down and stop at every opportunity along the way.
After three pit stops the two hour journey had turned on to a five hour journey. Dean had now insited on stopping at a bar.
Pretty girls and beer was what he needed to take Vicky off his mind, and to put some distance between Sam and Darcy.
Dean pulled over and stopped the car and got out.
"Come on Sam, let's have a few beers, shoot some pool."
Sam rolled his eyes and got out the car. Maybe a few beers with his brother would help him chill out. Just to stop thinking about what had happened and what was going to happen would probably make things easier.
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The drive home had been torture for Darcy, pain full even. But as more pain full as it was now. She had been home for eight hours now, and Sam hadn't come back.
And John was busy in his guest room, and Bobby had asked his daughter to sit on the family room for a chat.
He felt just as awkward as she did at this moment in time.
"Sweetie, I had a call from your aunt Sarah." He began.
Darcy knew where this was going, and it was not good.
"She said she found the Triumph in the drive and figured you'd been home so went up to your room to see if you bought laundry home. Baby, she found your sheets in your hamper and one of Sam's shirts." Bobby looked at his daughter, she was sat quietly and seemed to have shrunk as she sat in the arm chair curled in to herself.
"Darcy, you're my little girl, and I know you're growing up. But we need to talk about this."
"Dad. It's ok. We were safe." She didn't want to talk about this, not now and not ever. Especially with John just down the hall and Sam not being here with her to do this.
"I'm glad you were safe Darcy, but I wish you would have spoken to me first."
"And say what dad? I'm going to do it with Sam so can you keep the t.v up to avoid embarrassment?" She found herself loosing her temper for the second time that day.
"Darcy please, I'm your father, I want to look out for you and protect you. Keep my baby girl safe. I can't do that when you run away and keep secrets from me." Bobby was struggling to keep his cool.
"Well, I'm here now dad and I'm not going anywhere."
"Dean called me earlier when you were in the shower."
Darcy looked alarmed and Bobby continued.
"He said Sam looked pretty mad and Dean said you looked pretty frightened. And that you had hand prints on your shoulders." Bobby looked at his daughter for confirmation and looked at her in horror as she recoiled in to herself and wrapping her arms around her even tighter, this movement gave him the confirmation he needed.
"My baby girl." He said, going over to her chair and squatting next to her, putting his arms around her.
"Do you want me to talk to him?" He asked.
"No, please don't." SHe said, hugging her father.
"Alright, I won't. And I won't tell John either, but I want you to tell me something. Do you love him?"
"Yes. It was meant to be a summer romance, just a little pointless thing daddy, and then it all changed. And now we're going in two different directions."
"Oh baby girl. It's hard I know, but I promise you, you'll be just fine. I promise baby."
Darcy held on to her father even tighter, this is a moment when a girl needs her daddy the most, to pick up the pieces of her broken heart.
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The skinny red head girated up against Sam as they danced together, throwing some very saucy moves on the small dance floor near the juke box. She was barely clothed in a mini skirt and cropped halter top and knee high boots. The outfit screamed slut, but there was something about hooking up with her and drinking all those shots and beers that was making him forget all about what was to come in two weeks.
Dean had left sometime ago with a curvaceous, black haired and brown eyed goddess with a large smile littered across his face.
Skinny red kissed Sam, thrusting her tounge in to his mouth and grabbing at his hair to bring her close to him.
"Stop." He said, pulling away from her. "I can't do this. I'm sorry." He slurred, before dashing quickly out of the bar and in to the fresh air.
As the cool midnight fresh air hit him, he felt his stomach churn. How could he do this to Darcy?
His head span and span as if it were in a washing machine. He fell to his knees, placed his hands on the floor and vomited.
A pair of hands gripped his shoulders and pulled him away from the puddle and in to a sitting position.
"Sammy, you OK?" Dean's voice echoed in his ears and was the last thing he heard before he blacked out.
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Darcy packed her bags and put them in the back seat of her car. She was hurting right now and needed some space. Which is why she was spending her last two weeks of summer in Arizona with Vicky. The plan was to go to Vicky's and get her aunt to tak them to the airport for a much needed escape. Extreme sun, extreme fun! Was always Vicky's motto for last minute holidays to hot destinations.
Darcy had to face facts, she was never going to see Sam again, it was stupid to have fallen for him anyway. He was everything she wanted except perminant. She was going to party hard for two weeks then study hard at school and live it up at weekends, just as she had done before the summer, before she met Sam.
"You really want to go sweetie?" Bobby appeared by the car and gave his daughter a hug.
"Yeah, I need to go daddy. I need to get this out of my system before I gp back to school." She replied, taking in her father's smell for the last time.
"I'm going to miss you kiddo."
"You too daddy." She let go of her father, gave him a kiss on the cheek and got in to the car. "Love you lots." She said, putting her sunglasses on.
"Love you too Darcy. Call me when you get there OK?" He ruffled her hair and took a step back as she started the engine.
"Will do. Bye daddy, see you soon!"
She drove off and felt a tear, she probably would not see her father again until next summer or Easter.
Darcy turned up her radio, Bree Larson was playing, it was the only song of hers that Darcy knew the words too, and she sang along as loud as she could with the wind blasting through her hair.
This was freedom.