Author's Note: SO, I've had this chapter done since i updated the last, but i didn't have time to edit both. Thank you guys for all your comments, favorites and alerts. I really appreciate it. It's the only thing that inspires me to keep going.
"He said what?" Dylan growled. Kimberly was truly frightened. If there's one thing Dylan Gray never stood for, it was men making her sister's cry and as much as I didn't want to, I couldn't help it. I finally believed in true love, granted I visited the future and saw that it goes terribly wrong, but having lost it before our love story even began just took something out of me. What's wrong with letting them see me cry for once? I'll just get it out now, and then when we go back inside, I'll wear my face of pride and use my fury to take down a horseman.
"On the bright side, it's not like you were in love with him." I looked at Kimberly and sighed.
"No, not yet. I was in deep, deep liking, but only because after how fast things moved with Sean, I wanted to take things slow, but who was I kidding. I am falling for him."
"Do you want me to orb his testicles in a volcano?" I chuckled, mostly because Dylan being Dylan, was dead serious.
"No, that won't be necessary. I just need to go hunting and get really, really drunk afterwards."
"We've got a bottle of Scotch at home with your name on it." Kimberly said while rubbing my back soothingly. The door to the motel swung open and Castiel walked out, so I quickly wiped away the tears and put on my game face. Dean followed behind Cass, but that was it.
"Looks like the bastard knew what was good for him." Dylan bit out.
"Sam's not coming. He isn't feeling well." Dean said, averting his eyes specifically not to look into mine. "Let's hit it." The five of us headed to the local hospital, although Dean thought it would be best for only him and Cass to go inside seeing how our outfits don't really pass in the FBI wardrobe. Dean's plan of staking out the newest body for the soul collector was taking forever. Castiel couldn't help but grab a few burgers for himself.
"Thanks for sharing." I joked.
"These make me…" Cass trailed off with a sigh. "Very happy." Dean couldn't help but roll his eyes at his favorite angel.
"How many is that?" he asked.
"Lost count. I think the low hundreds." We all gaped at him.
"Dude, heart attack much?" Kimberly said.
"What I don't understand is why aren't you guys hungry? Slowly but surely, everyone in this town is falling prey to hunger." Castiel countered.
"The only thing I'm hungry for is demon blood on my hands." I said while looking out the window. Dean stared at me through the rearview mirror.
"Well, I wasn't going to say anything, but I've been dying for some crumbs cupcakes. I figured I'd make a run after the hunt." Dylan admitted. Kimberly looked at her sister in shock.
"You do know it's like 11 o' clock." Dylan thought about it.
"You're right. They may be getting ready to throw away what they didn't sell. Cupcakes." She said while holding out her hands. To our disbelief it worked.
"Dylan, there isn't a crumbs within miles of this place. Where did they come from?" I asked. Dylan shrugged and bit in. "Well, what about you Kim? Are you harboring any urges or cravings because my bet is when we meet this guy, it's only going to get worse." Dean watched her carefully, but she shrugged.
"All I wanted was to get away from my idiot boyfriend. I'm fine. Dean?" she asked.
"Hey, when I want to drink, I drink. When I want sex, I go get it. Same goes for a sandwich, or a fight-"
"Even pie?" Dylan cut him off. Dean glared at her through the mirror.
"Yes Dylan. Even pie."
"So, you're saying you are just well adjusted?" Cass asked. I couldn't help but snort at the suggestion.
"Hell no." Dean clarified. "I'm just well fed."
"Guys, I think we've got him." Dylan said, interrupting the mindless banter. Sure enough, some guy walked out of the hospital with a briefcase and jumped into a black escalade. The wait was over which was great because I was itching for a fight.
The five of us pulled up to a local diner where there were more men in black tuxes standing outside, each holding a briefcase of their own and black escalades were lined up out front.
"Demons." Dean guessed.
"Yup. Let's go get them." I said anxiously, almost jumping out of the car, but Kimberly held onto my arm.
"Shar, that's not the plan. Cass is handling this."
"And what? I'm supposed to miss all the action?"
"It's famine. He's close so they're losing it." Castiel said. Kimberly looked over to Dylan who was now scarfing down the bag of cupcakes.
"Sorry Dylan. Not on my watch." She flashed her hands and the bag blew up.
"What the hell is your problem!" Dylan shouted.
"Cass, just make it quick." Dean urged, giving him the knife. Cass popped out of the car and Dean turned on us. "Hey! You girls aren't fighting in my car!"
"Then let's bring the fight inside. Shall we?" I suggested while smacking Kimberly's hand off of me and rushing out of the car.
"Shar!" Dean yelled.
"Cupcakes." Dylan called. Once again another full bag of Crumbs red velvet cupcakes appeared in her hands.
"Kimberly, go get Sharnel, I'll take care of Ms. Patty Cake over here."
"Dean." Kimberly called. He turned to look at her.
"Yeah."
"Cody's an ass." Dean stared at her in confusion.
"Took you long enough to come to that conclusion, but is this really the time?"
"I'd rather be with you today." Dean's eyes bulged out in disbelief.
"You are with me."
"Not as much as I want to be." With that, Kimberly crawled to the front of the impala and straddled Dean's lap.
"Um, Dylan!" he tried, but she was too busy trying to give herself a sugar rush. "Shar!" he looked over Kim's shoulder to see me endangering myself, fighting a bunch of demons out front with nothing more than my bare hands, seemingly having the time of my life. "Okay, as much as I would love for this to be real, this is just Famine talking. Maybe Cody hasn't been taking care of your needs sexually and you are craving for some real satisfaction, but in case you forgot, we are in the middle of war." Kimberly held Dean's face in her palms and stared into his green eyes.
"I want more than just sex. I want to be with someone who trusts me and accepts who I am. You get me Dean. I want to be with you." Kimberly tried to kiss him, but he grabbed her by his shoulders and pulled her off of his lap. He never thought it could be possible to turn down her advances not once, but twice.
"I'll remind you, you said that when this is all over." Dean hopped out of the car, went to the backseat, took the cupcakes away from Dylan and had no choice but to knock her unconscious, seeing how she would just keep calling for more cupcakes. He then cuffed Kimberly to the steering wheel.
"Kinky." she moaned into his ear. Dean bit his bottom lip hard and rushed over to me. He tried to help me, but let's face it, we were outnumbered. Soon, we were captured and dragged inside where we found Cass on his knees, eating uncooked ground beef.
"The other Mr. Winchester." An old man who looked feeble and frankly, near death, sat in a wheelchair, giving us a once over. "And their fling for this week." Being next to him, I was blinded by hatred. I wanted only to kill demons no matter what it cost me.
"Tell your pets to let me go, and I'll show you a real good time." I threatened. Dean looked from me to Castiel.
"What did you do to him?" he asked Famine.
"You set your dog on me. I just threw him a steak."
"So, this is your big trick. Huh? Making people coo coo for cocoa puffs!" Dean accused. Famine smiled.
"It doesn't take much. Hardly a push." He said while glancing over at me still struggling to get free. "Oh, America. All you can eat all of the time. Consume. Consume. A swarm of locusts in stretch pants. And yet you're all still starving because hunger doesn't just come from the body, it also comes from the soul."
"Funny, it doesn't seem to be coming from mine." Dean said always being the brave one.
"Yes. I noticed that. Have you wondered why that is? How you could even walk in my presence?"
"I'd like to think it's because of my strength of character."
"I disagree." Famine rolled his automatic wheelchair over to Dean and placed a hand on him. Dean groaned but tried not to scream, not wanting to rile me up any further. That was a useless effort.
"Get your filthy hands off him and prepare to have the flesh peeled from your feeble bones!" One of the demons kneed me in the gut and I fell over. I'm positive he cracked a rib.
"Yes. I see." Famine spoke. "That's one deep, dark nothing you got there Dean. Can't fill it, can you? Not with food, or drink, not even with sex."
"Oh, you're so full of crap." Dean argued.
"You could smirk and joke and lie to your brother. Lie to yourself, but not to me! I can see inside you Dean. I can see how broken you are. How defeated. There's only one spark of life inside you and you wont pursue even that because you know she's better off without you. Better off with the other guy. You can't win and you know it, but you just keep fighting. Just keep going through the motions. You're not hungry Dean because inside you're already dead!" Dean glared down at the demon, but said nothing. What could he say when confronted with his own thoughts?
"Let them go." Dean looked up to the sound of a familiar voice coming from the entrance. Famine quickly turned around to greet his new guest with open arms.
"Sam." Famine whispered in delight. Sam stood before us all with blood stained all over his mouth and chin. I was too lost in a frenzy of anger and pain to even notice his arrival but Dean unfortunately didn't have that same luxury.
"Sammy no." Dean whined. His voice broke along with his heart. The two demons which stood in front of Famine to protect him, took foot to attack Sam, who answered with a defensive stance of his own.
"Stop!" Famine yelled. "No one lays a finger on this sweet little boy." He gave the order with a smile which bared his rotten teeth. "Sam, I see you've gotten the snack I sent you."
"You sent?" Sam repeated.
"Don't worry. You're not like everyone else. You'll never die from drinking too much. You're the exception that proves the rule. Just the way Satan wanted you to be." Both Dean and Sam wore furrowed brows in response to that delightful piece of news. "So, cut their throats." Famine offered. "Have at them!"
"Sammy, no!" Dean shouted.
"Please, be my guest." Famine urged. Sam took a deep breath and held out his hand. I for one, was loving this. All that I wanted was to see demons die, I would love to be the one doing it but Sam seemed to have everything under control. All the demons around us began screaming as black smoke came out of all of their mouths. I collapsed in a heap on the ground, not being able to hold myself up with a broken rib. Dean came over to me and held me tight because even though I was in pain, I still tried to inch my way over to Famine which would only get me killed. I wasn't immune to death like Castiel appeared to be who was still munching away at any beef he could find. Sam panted, but not heavily. In fact, it seemed that he barely even broke a sweat.
"No." Sam spoke. He could have just killed them, but sending them back to hell was enough for him.
"Well," Famine spoke. "Fine. If you don't want them, then I'll have them." Famine opened his mouth wide to accept the large cloud of dark smoke. Dean watched in disbelief but for some reason, Sam didn't look scared at all. Once again he raised his hand toward Famine, which earned him a look of concern from his brother. It was evident that Sam had something up his sleeve. A way, not to cut off the ring, but to destroy Famine entirely.
"I'm a horseman Sam. Your power doesn't work on me." Sam chuckled.
"You're right. But it'll work on them." As Sam focused his powers on the dead demons who Famine ate for dinner, Famine felt something tearing at his insides. Soon, screams began to slip from his lips and Sam's nose began to drip heavily with blood. The black smoke began to seep through Famine's pours and the pain was excruciating and everlasting until finally, Sam pulled with all his might and the dark smoke blew through Famine. Sanity graced my mind and I gasped, staring at Sam in horror, I threw a hand over my mouth. Castiel sat up and looked at Sam as well, probably thinking the same thing I was. "WTF." Dean was rendered speechless, but his only thought was to get his brother clean immediately. He was in no way fond of what his brother became when he ingested demon blood. So, where else would he take Sam but to Bobby's? We rushed Sam to the safe room and locked him up for his own good. I didn't say a word to him even though he attempted to speak to me numerous times. I wasn't ready. I had no idea how to feel. I mean, the guy just dumped me a few hours ago. "Should I even care?" But I did. Unfortunately, he's not someone I could just walk away from. My heart wouldn't let me. It didn't take long for him to start hallucinating. Sam screamed for help. He called all of our names multiple times. Dylan and Kimberly tried to get me to go upstairs, but I couldn't. I was glued to the seat that I brought down and plopped next to the door. I wanted to be there for him. Eventually, one by one, everyone left, but not me. My heart wouldn't let me, so instead I sat outside of the safe room and tried to fight back the tears as I replayed everything Sam did and listened to him screaming for me to help him.
Dean went out back for some air. It's amazing how much he goes through for his brother. No one expected him to suffer through this part too. Tears threatened to spring free as he thought about what Famine said to him before Sam showed up.
"Please… I can't-" he said to the sky, hoping God would hear his cries. "I need some help. Please." Dean begged. "I can't do this alone."
"You're not alone." Dean heard behind him. He spun around and was surprised to see Kimberly standing behind him. His mouth went dry and his mind went blank.
"Kim-"
"Don't'. It wasn't your fault. You want to know why Cody and I are in a fight?" Kimberly went over to one of the many broken down cars in Bobby's yard and leaned against the hood. Dean shrugged and tried to lighten the mood.
"He's married with two kids." Kimberly smiled and shook her head.
"No. He is jealous of the relationship I have with you. He thinks you like me as more than just a friend and I defended you." Dean stood speechless. With a sigh, Kimberly continued. "Before I got the call from Sam, I said that I wanted to spend the day with you to stick it to him. But now, with the way I acted… I'm not so sure that's all it was."
"Kimberly, we all did things that we wish we could take back today."
"You didn't."
"Well, I'm a special case."
"Sharnel told me what happened between you and Famine." Those words, knocked the breath from his chest. "Normally, I would hate her for telling me and avoid you for the rest of my life if possible, but…" she trailed off.
"But?" Dean repeated, not wanting to get his hopes up but feeling his heart beat faster anyway.
"I can't let you go walking around feeling dead inside. Not believing in yourself and what you're capable of. Dean, you literally went to hell and back for your family. You are capable of anything. People aren't better off without you. Sam certainly isn't. And neither am I." Dean couldn't believe his ears. "I love Cody and I'm not one to leave a guy for someone else, but I consider you one of my best friends. I couldn't imagine going through all of this without you. Don't sell yourself short." Kimberly walked over to Dean and wiped away the tear that he hadn't even noticed had fallen. She threw her arms around him and gave him a loving hug.
"Can I ask you something?" Dean asked.
"Anything." Dean released Kimberly, but only to look into her eyes and hold her cheeks.
"If you weren't with Cody, would you want to be with me?" Kimberly looked down and felt her cheeks burn, but as awkward as this is, Dean is her friend and she is determined to make him feel better and it's not like she has to lie.
"Yes. I'd be crazy about you if it wasn't for Cody." Dean couldn't help himself. He felt he owed it to himself for refusing her too many times, so he leaned in and kissed her. Nothing too invading that would make her push him away, just a delicate peck on the lips, sealing his fate as the best friend. Or so she thought.
"Then there is hope for us. I won't let you go without a fight." Kimberly stared up at him in shock. Why couldn't he just wait for Cody and her to breakup like a normal person? "Kimberly, I love you."
Kimberly came rushing into the house so that Dylan could take her home, not expecting to find Cody, standing in the living room with Dylan, Bobby and Cass.
"Cody, what are you doing here?" she asked sounding a little too squeaky.
"I had to heal Shar's rib."
"Oh, of course." She muttered to herself.
"Where's Dean?" Dylan asked.
"I don't know. I'm not his keeper." Kimberly quickly responded. "I'm going to go check on Shar. Is she still in the basement?"
"Yeah. The poor gal has a lot to deal with." Bobby answered.
"Can we talk?" Cody tried.
"I need to talk to my sister right now." Kimberly bit back with an attitude. Despite the fact that Cody turned out to be right, she was still mad at him for the things he's said about both her and Dean. She stalked off without another word.
"Maybe you should just give her time. She'll come around." Bobby suggested.
"I think you've done enough. I'm tired of men making my girls mad today." Dylan said. Cody sighed.
"Randy has been calling you nonstop. Cut him some slack. He wants to apologize and so do I."
The next day, I woke up in my bedroom, snuggled under the covers. Confusion quickly hit when I remembered where I fell asleep. In an uncomfortable chair in the basement of Bobby's house. My door swung open and Sam walked in with breakfast in bed.
"I was just coming to wake you." The platter had chocolate pancakes, with sliced strawberries and eggs on the side. There was also my OJ next to a single peach rose and a card. I picked up the card with Winnie the Pooh on it and read out loud with an arched brow.
"I'm sorry I left my honey?" I asked in a disapproving tone although my smile gave me away. Sam chuckled.
"Cheesy, I know, but I thought I'd pull out all the stops. I was a major ass to you. And I want you to know that I only said those things because I didn't want you to see me…" he trailed off.
"On demon blood." I finished for him. Sam smiled but I could see the shame clear on his face.
"I didn't want you to be scared of me. That was not a good point in my life and I didn't want you to know about it." I sat up and took his hand.
"You mean, you didn't want me to know that you're a raging sociopath? Welcome to the club." I said giving him a playful shove. "Sam, I'm with you because of who you are. Not what you've done in the past and you can't hide these things from me. I want to know you. All of you and I want you to know me." Sam grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me into a breathtaking kiss. Whatever threw us off before had vanished now.
"And I want to know you. All of your secrets." Sam took a sliced strawberry and offered it to me. "You stayed outside the safe room for me all night. Dean found you fast asleep, leaning against the door and shivering so he let me out and we brought you home."
"Well, I wanted to make sure you were okay." I said with a shrug. "You would have done it for me." It wasn't a question. I knew it in my heart.
"Yes. I would." I moved the platter to the other side of the bed and climbed on top of him.
"Okay good, because I've been starving for something and it's not food." Sam didn't fail to help me with my little problem, causing everyone else to leave the house in a hurry.