I am on a roll! This is a super-long chapter based on the normal size of my chapters! I just couldn't stop writing it! I really like this chapter especially the convo that Bobby and Luna have (such a awww moment:)) I would have written more but it's like almost 1:30 am and I have to get up early. But you guys don't want to read about my personal life, you're here to read so Enjoy!~ kt (p.s. I know the title of the chapter is a Cindi Lauper song, but it reminded me of the Bobby and Luna scene and the Sam and Luna scene.)

Disclaimer: I own nothing from Supernatural (including Jo, Ellen, Bobby, the Roadhouse, Sam, nor Dean.

Why? Why did Sam have to be so nice? Luna wished he had just left her on the floor. Now that one knew about her past it was almost certain the other one was going to know soon. She just hoped she would be able to explain what really happened. Luna turned the water on in the sink. She splashed water on her face. She looked at herself in the warped mirror. She still looked like she hadn't slept in days. Her face was slim and narrow, a sign of her 'I'm just not that hungry' phase. Of course she had gotten over that a few months ago. Her past was out. The one thing she had kept hidden, kept bottled up, for so many years, had gotten out. Realization hit her like a brick wall. Maybe it was a sign for her to finally stop running from her past, stop pretending like it never happened. Maybe it was time for her to tell her story. She took out her cell phone and scrolled down her contact list stopping on Bobby's name. Her thumb hesitated on the send button. It had been awhile since she had really talked to Bobby about anything. Sure they had kinda made up but he had missed a lot of years. And who knew, maybe it was just a business exchange. She had to risk it though; she needed to talk to someone, to him.

Meanwhile, Sam and Dean had struck up another argument.

"Dude, what did you see?" Dean asked extremely curious and exciting about what their new partner was hiding.

"I, I can't tell you?" Sam responded. He wanted to tell his brother what he had seen, but every time he tried he couldn't bring himself to words.

"What do you mean you can't?" Dean asked furiously. His own brother was against him; was favoring the newbie over him!

"No Dean, seriously, I can't! Every time I try to tell you I get tongue tied. Maybe there is a spell that the vision has that makes me not able to say anything about what I saw. Like with Bobby, he can't say anything about Luna's past." Dean looked at his brother and shook his head still not totally believing.

In the bathroom Luna sat on the counter talking to Bobby. Tears made glistening track marks down her face. This was the first time they had made their escape in sixteen years.

"Hush Moon, Hush. Azazel can't hurt you anymore. He's dead, he's gone and never coming back." Bobby tried to comfort Luna over the phone.

"But Bobby, Sam saw everything!" Luna wailed. A new round of tears shown in her eyes.

"Luna, maybe it's time to tell. Your past is your past and nothing is going to change it. The best thing you can do is move on, and not dwell on it. And I remember one very wise-cracking idjit about sixteen saying that everything happens for a reason, and life is too short to have regrets. She said that right after I came back from visiting my wife at the cemetery. Now I hope that same idjit will take her own damn advice and figure out what the reason is." Luna chuckled. She remembered that day. She had gotten home from school and Bobby was moping around the house. When he had told her why she had gone off on a whole spiel on how everything happens for a reason, whether it is good or bad.

"Bobby, I think you're right," Luna said barely above a whisper. Her sixteen year old self was right. Everything did happen for a reason. It was time to stop hiding her past. It made her who she was today. She wanted to be like herself ten years ago, and she was going to be. Somewhere between Ruby and Anna and Alec she had lost the mean of what it was to be Luna, and it was time to figure out what that meant again. "It's time to let it all out."

"I'm glad Moon. I'm proud of ya." Bobby was glad his advice had worked. He wasn't sure she would still listen to him after all these years. When he had seen her number on his caller ID he had been sure that she had ditched Sam and Dean and was walking to his house or something.

"I want you to meet me at the Roadhouse in two days. Call Ellen and Jo and let them know. If I'm going to tell, Jo and Ellen deserve to know too," Luna instructed, "Oh and can you bring a radiator fan for my hemi-cuda?"

"You still have her?" Bobby asked in disbelief. She had built that thing when she was fourteen and fifteen. Finally finished the damn thing when she got her license. Won a lot of drag races with it.

"It's a him Bobby, remember? I didn't want to call it a her 'cuz Alec said that the car and I would be lesbian lovers?"

"Yeah, now I remember. What's his god-awful name again?"

"Rodolfo! And it's not awful!" Luna defended her car. He was the closest thing she had a relationship with.

"Hey, do you know if Sam can say anything about your past to Dean?" Bobby asked suddenly. Luna hesitated before answering.

"I'm not sure but I can hear arguing from the bathroom. It doesn't sound good do you want to talk to them?"

"Yeah give the phone to Dean. I'm going to try to explain this to him."

"Hold on one sec," Luna said. She put the phone down on the back of the toilet and looked in the mirror really quick. Her eyes were still a little red from crying. An act she did not like admitting. She splashed her face with water again and dried it off with a hand towel. She picked the phone back up and unlocked the bathroom door. "Wish me luck, I'm going into battle."

She exited the bathroom. Sam noticed immediately because he was facing the bathroom door. Dean however, continued his rant.

"The chick is freaking insane! I can't believe you won't tell me what you freaking saw! Bobby introduces us to her and you immediately side with her on everything! I can't believe you're-."

Luna cleared her throat signaling to Dean that she was standing right behind him. For some reason she didn't have the extreme desire to kill him. Even after the fact that he had called her a 'freaking insane chick'.

"Bobby wants to talk to you," Luna told him while holding the phone out to him. Dean took the phone sheepishly. He was kinda embarrassed about the fact that she had heard him when he called her insane.

"Hi Bobby, what's up?" Dean asked. He walked away from Luna and Sam. Sam stood up and walked over to Luna.

"Hey, umm," Sam started to say.

"I know what you saw Sam," she cut in gravely suddenly becoming serious again. Sam nodded his head. What could he even say about the vision?

"I, uh, I just want to let you know that I didn't tell Dean anything." Luna whipped her head up at him, shocked.

"I thought that you two told each other everything?" Luna asked.

"We do, but I can't tell him," Sam said frustrated. "and I mean I tried to tell him that and he won't believe me. Every time I go to tell him my words become mush."

"It's probably because of the spell I did when I was younger. It included anyone who knew about my past. It must still work," Luna told him.

"I want to ask you so much. Not to be rude about it or anything, I just, I'm here if you need someone," Sam said. When Luna heard those words it was like someone had lit a match somewhere in her empty mind. Someone cared about her again.

"Thanks, and I'm going to take the spell off soon. I told Bobby that I'd meet him at the Roadhouse. You know where that is right?"

"Yeah."

"Well I told Bobby we'd meet him there in two days."

"Why?" Sam asked. Luna wasn't sure she wanted to tell him or not so she just kept it simple.

"I have to do something, and Bobby has to bring me a piece for my car."

"Wait, how do you know that we will be done in the case in two days?" Sam asked curiously. Dean came back to the part of the room where Luna and Sam were.

"Bobby says it's Luna's spell that is making you tongue-tied," Dean said to Sam.

"Told you so," Sam muttered and Luna made a small smile.

"Anyways," Dean said noticing the little interaction between the two. Bobby said he'd meet us at the Roadhouse in two days to discuss something with us and for you," he looked straight at Luna, "to reverse the spell."

"Okay, fine," Luna said dismissively. "Can we get back to our current case now?" The brothers nodded and Luna got up and picked up her notebook. "Okay, so while you guys were out doing 'field work'," she made air quotes for field work.

"I was actually doing some of my own research. I was interviewing the friends of the first missing person. According to his girlfriend, he was such a good guy, and they were gonna get married." Luna said the last bit with such an over the top lovey dovey voice making the boys, even Dean, smile.

"However, according to his friend, he had cheated on his girlfriend and she broke up with him. The other two boys that are missing new about the affair. Here's the real kicker, the chick that he was having an affair with was dead. Total necrophiliac.

"He even described her as having bruises around her neck, which matches up perfectly with the EMF readings I got at the school. In the room I was in, I got high readings around the center ceiling beam, to which I associated a hang."

Dean and Sam just stared at her. She had basically figured out the case in three hours at most. Sam was impressed with her ability of reasoning. Definitely a college trait, he thought.

"Nice work Luna and I mean it. I think you earned yourself a beer," Dean said with a half smirk. "We can do some research on it tomorrow morning. You and Sam can go to try to find a library with records to see if you can find any suicides that happened at the school."

"Not to be a pile driver Dean, but I don't think we have a tone of time. Any boy who knew about the affair has gone missing. The boy I talked to doesn't have a ton of time before he gets taken. Either tonight or tomorrow night will be his last night, and my money's on tomorrow night."

"I think Luna may be right," Sam spoke up.

"Yeah," said Dean, "okay, we'll do some research tonight but as soon as nine o'clock comes around, we are all finding a bar." He sat down at the little table. "I am so going to need a beer by then," he mumbled.

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