A/N: Just wanted to take a second and thank you guys for the favs and follows and for the awesome reviews :) I really appreciate it! It means more than you think...

Now, onwards with the story... This one is inspired by 5.11, Sam, Interrupted, where Dean states that Sam's had worse girls than Wendy from the psychiatric hospital.

Disclaimer: Nothing new here, don't own the boys – which sucks – just bringing them out to play.

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Part 3: The worst girlfriend Sam ever had

Sam let out a small snort of laughter to himself looking at Dean chatting up the semi-pretty bartender. She was the only female in the bar under the age of 45 and Dean, being more horny than ever, had decided to give it a go. As he had said before he left the table: She's better than that waitress from Tampa! Sam didn't really have a comeback for that; this one was definitely better than the waitress from Tampa! Anything would be better than the waitress from Tampa!

Sam took a swig of his beer and scanned the room for other remotely interesting things to watch. His eyes caught the ugliest decoration he had ever seen and he was going to check it out when a loud slap suddenly echoed through the room. Sam turned around just in time to see his brother march back to their table.

"What- "

"Shut up Sammy!" Dean sneered in a low voice and grabbed his leather jacket, "we're leaving!"

Sam couldn't help but smile when his brother rubbed the red hand print on his cheek. It wasn't often that Dean couldn't sway the ladies and he certainly wasn't used to being the one getting rejected!

x-x

Dean threw the car keys on the table in the motel room and plopped down on his bed. He was obviously still in a pissy mood and grunted approvingly when Sam tossed him a bottle of beer. He immediately opened it and downed almost all of it.

"You really don't handle rejection well, Dean!" Sam teased and received an evil glare and a pillow in the face as an answer.

"Shut up!"

"First there was the waitress in Tampa and now you're turned down by a semi-hot, 40-year-old. You're losing your touch, man!"

"Oh yeah, 'cause there haven't been 50 hotties in between those two!" Dean said sarcastically, "and you're one to talk anyway. What about your awesome summer with that norse mythology chick!"

Sam blushed slightly and took a long sip of his own beer. That had been one crazy summer...

x-x

...Dean sighed to himself when he finally heard the front door close softly. If Dad found out, he would no doubt go all ape on Sam. Staying out until 3.00 wasn't exactly following protocol! Especially on a school night! They had been living in the same town for nearly a month now, and John had told them that they would stay put throughout the summer so Sam could finish high school in a proper manner.

"Where the hell have you been Sammy?" Dean asked when his younger brother tried slipping undetected into their shared room.

"Holy shit, Dean, you almost gave me a fucking heart attack!"

"If Dad finds out you're staying out this late, he's gonna kill you, slow and painful, so maybe a heart attack is preferable!"

Sam quickly stepped out of his pants and threw his shirt on the floor before jumping in to bed.

"I'm 18 now, Dad can't tell me when to get back... besides I was on a date..."

Dean's eyes widened in the dark. Sam hadn't been on a date in ages. actually, the last girl Dean remembered Sam crushing on was some girl named Amy, and that was a few years back now. The fact that Sam had stayed out til 3.00 on a school night made Dean think that this girl had to be extraordinary. School was very important to Sam, to such a degree that it had never been seen in a Winchester before, and seeing as Sam had his very last exam the day after tomorrow made Dean even more curious about this mystery girl.

"So, is she hot?" Dean whispered, the smile on his face evident even in the dark.

There was a moment of silence as Sam raised his brows and smiled dreamily.

"She's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen... Perfect figure, long, wavy, blonde hair, huge green ey-..."

"What about her rack?"

Sam sighed to himself; Dean was incorrigible.

"Her rack is awesome..." he answered in a tired voice, "can we please just go to sleep now, I have to get up and study in a few hours!"

"Fine, but I'm not done interrogating you!"

"Whatever man..."

x-x

Both boys were abruptly awoken when John knocked harshly on their door, yelling "Rise and shine, boys!" at 5.30. Sam looked hideous and John sent him an asking glance as the teen nearly banged his head down his breakfast from lack of sleep.

"If I didn't know how much school means to you, I would be certain that you had been out late last night!" John said jokingly.

Sam jerked upright at the comment, eyeing his dad warily.

"What?" he shrieked in a high pitched voice, "no, I didn't, I wasn't... I just studied all night, s'all"

John narrowed his eyes, but decided to leave Sam alone, knowing the boy was under a lot of self-applied pressure to finish high school with a row of A's.

Sam did not get an A on his final exam, and although that would normally have knocked him out for a while, he couldn't keep his thoughts off his date. Sam found himself spending hours thinking about the girl and though he knew obsessing over a woman wasn't usually his style, he just couldn't help it.

x-x

In the beginning of July Sam had managed to sneak out for two more dates with the girl who was named Elli, and Dean was getting more and more curious. He had heard all about how amazing she was but had yet to see her. He knew that Sam had planned a date later that night, but couldn't grill him for information seeing as John was still at home. He was leaving for a hunt later in the afternoon, and had both his son's occupied with making salt rounds.

Sam was sitting at the kitchen table, gun in one hand shell case in the other, completely lost in thought. An image of himself kissing Elli was stuck before his eyes and without knowing he was showing off a rather goofy grin for his brother and father to see.

"Sam, get a move on with those rounds. I'm leaving in an hour!" John demanded gruffly and sent his son a sideways glare.

He stopped in his tracks as he spotted the look on Sam's face. John turned his attention to his eldest.

"What the hell's gotten in to him?" he asked and furrowed his brow.

"I dunno... Sam's always been prone to slip into his own world!"

Dean shrugged and blushed a little. He would never be really comfortable lying to his father's face.

"Maybe so" John said "but I need him in this freaking world right now, or I'll be out of salt rounds too early!

The older hunter cleared his throat and expected his youngest to flinch as he used to when John did that right behind him. There was no reaction what so ever, and John felt his temper rise. He raised a hand a smacked Sam in the back of the head, making the boy let out a small yelp.

"Ow, Dad what the hell!"

"Salt rounds, now!"

The 18-year-old gritted his teeth and continued making bullets.

"Why don't you make your own god damn rounds!" Sam mumbled to himself when John had moved to the kitchen.

Dean sent his brother a pointed look.

"If you plan on sitting comfortably on your date, maybe you should keep that smart mouth shut. You know Dad doesn't take lightly to comments like that... Remember what happened when you talked shit before you ran off to Flagstaff?!" he whispered.

Sam just nodded, knowing his brother was right. He would never forget getting whacked with that god forsaken ruler, shit that had hurt!

x-x

Sam looked into the two pools of green in front of him and felt his knees turn to jelly. Damn this girl was just too hot!

"What's on your mind, Sam?" Elli asked and looked at the boy in front of her.

"You're beautiful!" Sam exclaimed with a huge smile and pulled the girl in for a kiss.

Elli pried Sam's, already parted, lips open and he felt her tongue tickle his. A jolt of emotions shot through him and when the teens pulled apart Sam felt almost tired. He ran his hand over Elli's hair that seemed to glow even more now than just a minute ago and spotted that look in her eyes seemingly reserved for him. Like something about him puzzled and intrigued her.

"What?" Sam said with a smile.

Elli smiled back, tilting her head slightly to the side.

"Nothing... you're just" she paused to search for the right word, "different than the guys I normally date..."

"How so?"

"No one usually lasts this long..."

Elli threw Sam a quick glare that he couldn't quite decipher.

x-x

Dean looked up when Sam opened the door and wrinkled his brow at his brother. Though Sam looked happy something seemed off to Dean.

"How're you feelin'?" Dean asked and shifted on the couch.

"I feel like sex with this girl is freakin' awesome!"

Dean gave an appreciative huff as an answer and cocked his brow at Sam.

"Sex is always awesome Sammy! So marathon-orgy or what? You look fucking exhausted!"

"Gotta admit I'm pretty busted, but I'll be fine tomorrow. Just need some sleep"

Dean looked doubtful. Sam looked like this girl had really done a number on him. His skin was pale and scruffy and his eyes almost lifeless.

"Sleep will do the trick Dean, stop acting like a freaking woman, I'm fine! Besides I gotta be ready for round two! We're meeting again tomorrow..."

Sam smiled and grabbed a beer in the fridge. When he had been younger he had hated being left behind when Dad went on his hunts without them, but now he enjoyed the freedom it brought. Freedom to stay out late, meet girls and have some beers. Basically time to be a normal teenager and lead the normal life that Sam had always craved!

"Well, it seems you two are becoming regular siamese twins, when do I get to meet this mystery lady?"

"It's conjoined twins, Dean, and I don't know... Elli is a pretty private person. She prefers few people around her..."

Dean mumbled something incoherent and grabbed Sam's beer from his hands. He took a long swig and looked defiantly at Sam who threw him an indignant glare.

"You're such a jerk!"

"Get a new one, you're standing right beside the fridge... And don't call me a jerk, you bitch!"

"Know what, I'm just gonna go to bed!" Sam announced and pouted unhappily when Dean continued to drink Sam's cold beer,

"Enjoy my beer!" he added sarcastically.

Dean gave a nod as Sam walked out of the room and sent his brother one last look. Sex shouldn't make a guy look that sleepy and unhealthy Dean thought to himself and felt an instinctive alarm go off somewhere deep within him. Something might not be all good with this Elli. A little big brother eavesdropping might be in order! And besides, he really wanted to see this pretty wonder for himself.

x-x

Dean had followed Sam at a safe distance ever since he left their home. Right now the couple was seated at a diner waiting for their food, and Dean felt his stomach growl at the thought of eating. He should have brought a freaking pie! Dean moved a little to the left, making his view of the girl better. When he saw her his heart did a double-take. Sam had been right when he had said that she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. She was practically glowing! Radiating a sense of confidence normally rare in an 18-year-old, angsty girl.

Her blonde hair was flowing down her face, landing in soft waves over her perky, rather big breasts, her eyes were shining with life and her teeth pearly white, visible in the most dazzling smile Dean had ever seen. This girl really was the epitome of beauty! How the hell did Sam pick this girl up instead of him?! Life was so unfair sometimes!

When the couple left the diner and headed into a small back alley Dean couldn't help himself but had to follow to see if Sam would get some more action. So far there was absolutely nothing that seemed out of the ordinary and Dean smiled to himself as the younger boy caressed the girl in front of him and pulled her in for a kiss; his brother truly deserved a slice of normal teenage life!

The next thing Dean saw changed his perception of Elli immediately. When her lips connected with Sam's, black lines, resembling veins, spread on his face, seemingly without his knowledge, and black circles appeared under his eyes. It was as if he was aging right there in front of Dean, the life slowly draining from Sam's body!

Dean sprinted forwards, howling like a maniac.

"Sammy, get away from her!"

The two teens broke apart and Sam whipped around to see his brother running down the alley heading straight for Elli. Dean grabbed the girl by the shoulders, knocking her over, and pulled out his silver knife. A strong hand grabbed Dean around the wrist and pried the knife out of his hand just as he was about to stab.

"What the hell are you doing Dean?!" Sam roared angrily and ripped Dean off of Elli.

Elli shook her head and threw Dean an evil look.

"She's... I don't know what she is Sam, but something's not right! When you kissed, you turned all ancient and... Just cut her with the fucking knife!"

Sam hesitated for a second but saw the desperate look in Dean's eyes.

"I'm sorry Elli!" Sam mumbled before he grabbed the trembling girl by her wrist and made a cut on her forearm.

Drops of red blood ran over Elli's arm and she squinted at the stinging sensation.

"What the fuck?!" she yelped and pulled her arm back, away from the knife.

Sam withdrew a small flask from his pocket and quickly unscrewed the cap. A splash of water hit Elli across the face and she sent Sam a seething look while getting to her feet. Sam gasped and then turned to face his brother.

"That makes no sense...she... Sam you gotta believe me, she sucked the life out of you!" Dean said and got to his feet. He felt his legs wobble a bit underneath him and quickly moved away out of Elli's reach. He was 100% sure of what he had seen, but didn't know how to make Sam believe him.

When Dean was backing up Elli suddenly made a jump towards Sam and placed her hands over his temples and pressed her lips against his. Sam gasped when he felt his energy leaving him and collapsed to the ground when Elli let go.

Elli turned towards Dean who approached her with a growl and when he reached her, grabbed him by the hair with one hand and placed the other on his temple. In mere seconds Dean crumbled to the dirty ground and Elli grabbed Sam and dragged him with her.

x-x

Dean awoke in a daze and grabbed his throbbing head. As soon as he remembered what had happened he got to his feet and ran all the way home. His heart was pounding in his chest as he thought of Sammy and what that crazy bitch was going do to him. As much as Dean wanted to find the two teens right away he knew that he needed to do some quick research if he was to stand a chance against Elli. When touch alone could suck you dry, going unprepared would be suicidal!

Dean nearly knocked the door over when he entered the shabby house and he immediately opened the laptop. A few searches quickly rewarded him with the answer he was looking for. What he found scared him more than he cared to admit.

Elli was a Jotun, more specifically Old Age in human form, and she could and would suck the life out of whoever she pleased! If the lore was to be believed all that could safe Sam, and all that would give Dean a chance to get near the girl without dying, was the apples of Idunn; the Norse goddess of eternal youth.

"Great!" Dean thought to himself, "where the hell do I get a Norse goddess' fucking apples?!"

Dean quickly punched in a number he knew by heart and waited for the phone to be picked up. It rang once, twice, three times.

"Singer..." a gruff voice answered and Dean breathed a sigh of relief.

x-x

Sam shook his head and slowly opened his eyes. He was cuffed to a chair, sitting in a dimly lit room. He quickly recognized the place as Elli's parents' house; parents that Sam now believed to be make belief. He yanked at the cuffs trying to free himself, but soon slumped backwards, exhausted from the effort. He was so unbelievably tired!

Sam caught a look of himself in a mirror hanging on the wall and nearly knocked the chair over in shock. His face looked worn, more like a 45-year-old than an 18-year-old and Sam felt nausea creep up on him. Who the hell was Elli?! What was she?!

He looked up when he heard rustling in the adjacent room, and swallowed his spit as the beautiful girl approached him.

"What do you want with me?" Sam asked, his voice only trembling ever so slighty.

Elli cocked her head to the side and smiled sweetly at Sam.

"You bring me life and energy, Sam, and I have never met anyone like you before. Even Thor wasn't as persistent as you. What are you?"

She looked at him, genuinely curious.

"What do you mean "What am I"?" Sam shot angrily, "what are you?"

"Well, I am Elli... You know that!" the girl in front of him said, sending him an insolent smirk.

Sam wanted to thwart her right there.

"I am described in the Norse Mythology" she said "I'm the foster mother of Utgards-Loki, I battled with Thor. Any of this ring a bell?"

Sam swallowed hard a few times, racking his brain for the answers. Then he remembered.

"You're Old Age. You're Time!"

"Ding ding ding, we have a winner, Sammy! Now that we're all in the clear about my heritage, how about you tell me about yourself. Why aren't you dead yet?"

The teen didn't know how to answer. Why wasn't he dead yet? How should he, a mere human being, be able to withstand the touch of Time herself?

When Elli didn't get an answer she merely caressed Sam's cheek, making the boy pull back his head in disgust. She narrowed her eyes and the next second a loud smack resounded off the walls as she slapped Sam hard enough to make his teeth rattle.

"Well, regardless of what you are I'll enjoy sucking you dry, nice and slow!"

x-x

As soon as Dean had finished his talk with Bobby he had left the house to track down Sam and Elli. It didn't take him long to find them, and now he was impatiently waiting for the older hunter to arrive at the scene. To Dean's great surprise Bobby had promised to bring one of Idunn's apples and hadn't even sounded as if it would be a major problem, he had just needed to make a pit stop in Buffalo on the way!

The old hunter's car roared as he parked it next to the Impala, and Bobby quickly exited his vehicle to join Dean by the Chevy. The two men hugged briefly and then pulled apart.

"Ya damn idjit!" Bobby growled and smacked Dean in the head.

"Ow, Bobby, what was that for?"

"From what you've told me about Sam's behavior the last few months, you can't tell me that John didn't once ask you about your brother!"

Dean hung his head and blushed slightly. Bobby knew him too damn well!

"Lying to John Winchester is a bold move, Dean. Or rather a really, really stupid one!"

Bobby opened a small box and handed Dean the red and green apple. It looked just like a regular Discovery apple and Dean sniffed the fruit warily. He wasn't a huge fan of rabbit-food!

"So this thing can save Sam?" he asked.

"Yes, Dean, this is an apple of Idunn, the goddess of eternal youth. If anything can save Sam it's this, so move your freakin' ass!"

"You not coming?"

Bobby shook his head, no.

"There's only one apple and you need to grab a few bites for yourself in case this Jotun touches you again!"

Dean quickly took a big bite of the crunchy apple and swallowed. He felt a tingling sensation spread through him and hurried towards the old house where he knew Elli was keeping Sam.

x-x

Sam was panting for breath as Elli pulled back from him and didn't doubt for a second that time was running out. He was clinging to his last energy reserves and if Dean didn't come soon there would be nothing more than a pile of bones and a heap of gray skin to rescue.

"Feeling tired, Sam?" Elli asked evilly and flipped her glowing locks.

"Fuck you!" Sam retorted and wheezed as he felt as if a hand constricted his heart and windpipe.

"That's no way to address an elderly lady now, is it!"

Elli pointed a finger at the boy in front of her and was just about to slap Sam again, when something resembling a whirlwind burst through the door. Sam slowly turned his head and sighed in relief as he spotted none other than Dean.

Elli ran forward and grabbed onto Dean and he felt the energy starting to seep from him. But his reserves seemed much larger than normally, and without hesitation Dean pulled back his arm and let his clenched fist collide harshly with Elli's nose. The girl fell back, cupping her hurt face as blood spurted everywhere.

"Sam!" Dean exclaimed when he spotted his brother.

He hurried to him and placed the apple in Sam's mouth while picking the lock to the cuffs. Just as Dean felt the lock spring open, a hand grabbed him by the hair pulling him backwards and off of Sam.

"NO!" he ground out through gritted teeth and twisted violently in the grip.

Sam pulled himself free and immediately grabbed the apple stuck in his mouth. The first bite felt like drinking a huge glass of icy water after a long run, the second like life itself flooded back into his body. Which probably wasn't too far from the truth!

Sam quickly regained enough strength to stand, and he grabbed the wooden chair and lifted it high in the air. The chair hit Elli right in the back of the head, making the girl collapse to the floor like a rag doll. Dean huffed a few times and got to his feet.

"Looks like time's run out for you!" Dean smirked as he poked Elli with his foot.

He sent Sam a sideways glare and pursed his lips at Sam's lightly scolding look.

"No?" Dean asked, "well, then let's get the fuck outta here, Sammy!" Dean suggested and grabbed Sam by the elbow.

"Do you think she's dead?" Sam asked as the brothers left the filthy room.

"Probably not, I don't think you can kill Age..."

x-x

Both Bobby's car and the Impala were parked in the driveway and all three hunters were sitting in the living room having a cold beer.

"How the hell did you get your hands on that apple anyway, Bobby?" Dean asked, "it doesn't seem like something normal people just have laying around!"

Bobby smiled to himself, that was a secret he wasn't ready to share with the boys. He could only hope that John didn't need the apple from his storage anytime soon and started asking questions!

"Just let me worry about that, Dean. The less you know and all that jazz..."

Dean didn't look satisfied and was just about to say something when Sam opened his mouth.

"...But why didn't I just die, Bobby?" he asked, refrasing the question he had already asked Bobby five times.

The older man sighed and looked at Sam.

"You can keep asking that question and I'll still not have an answer. I don't know why you were special Sam... I wish I did, but I don't... Maybe we're not supposed to know everything!"

"That's a stupid ass statement, Bobby!" Dean shot and finished his beer.

Bobby narrowed his eyes and sent Dean a look that made him feel 12 instead of 22.

"Oh really, Mr. Smartass! Does that mean, that you want me to tell your dad about this. How Sam has been sneaking out, falling in love with a girl who was a Jo-

"I was not in love with her!" Sam interrupted sounding the age Dean felt at the moment.

Both Bobby and Dean threw Sam a stern glare that made him look down with the usual Sam-pout.

"...who was a Jotun" Bobby continued, "that you lied to John's face and then called me instead of him for help! Do you really want me to tell him that, cause I certainly will. If your ass has a death wish, then fine by me, ya idjit!"

Dean tried pouting, but it ever only really worked for Sam, so instead he just crossed his arms in defeat.

"No!" Dean said in a low, childish voice and looked up at Bobby, "I guess you're right. We're not supposed to know everything..."

x-x

...As Sam thought back on what had happened that summer, a thought suddenly struck him.

"Dean" he started, sounding pensive.

His older brother raised an eyebrow, motioning for Sam to go on.

"You know how we could never figure out why I wasn't affected nearly as much as you by Elli?"

"Yeah?" Dean said, not following Sam's train of thought.

"What if it was because of the demon blood! It makes sense; according to the lore Elli hurt Thor and everyone she fought with, but clearly she didn't hurt the Jotnar..."

"No" Dean drawled, not seeing exactly what Sam meant "hurting your own son by touching him would be rather counter-productive!"

"Yes it would, but that's not my point. The Jotnar were perceived as evil, and well, demon's aren't exactly known to be good Samaritans..."

Dean nodded a few times. Sam was right, that was definitely a possibility.

"Guess you're right... another case definitively solved... Now let's get some shut-eye, I wanna get up early so we can hit the road and move on tomorrow..."

"From your horrible let-down by the not-so-hot bartender, you mean?" Sam said with a crooked smile.

"Shut up... Bitch!"

"You shut up, you jerk! And you really need to work on coping with rejection. You're not getting any younger you know!"

"Says the guy who used to date the personification of Old Age!"

"Alright, I think we've established that Winchesters suck at relationships, let's just get some sleep now..."

They both nosedove onto their beds and Sam extended a long arm to turn off the light. He smiled to himself in the darkness of the shabby room. Though remembering what had happened that summer wasn't exactly warm, sweet and mushy, the trip down memory lane with Dean had been entertaining. The Winchesters had lost so much over the years that it was nothing short of a string of tragedies, but one thing Sam and Dean would have to treasure for all eternity. Their memories.

A/N: That's it for this one... Hope you enjoyed...

In Norse Mythology Elli was indeed the personification of Old Age (her Danish name Ælde, pronounced almost as Elli, means exactly that) who could suck the life out of the ones she touched. However in the myths she is depicted as a very old and fragile woman and the lore doesn't state whether she could change her appearance, but Jotuns often could, so I just chose to make her able to do that to fit my plot.

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- Rikke