Hello my wonderful readers sorry it's been so long! This is mostly a filler chapter, it's building up what's to come. I'm on vacation this weekend so my wonderful friend Autumnb93 is posting this for me! Check out our story Renegade, it's by autumnb93 and myself. After Monday I should have a ton of time to write since I will be in a cast for the next six weeks. Well enough of me, let's get back to Luna and the boys! Enjoy! ~ kt
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The room was dark. Sam was faintly aware of the smell of rain coming through the open windows. He watched as Luna walked toward him. She undid the silver, satin robe and let it fall to the floor. Everything about her was perfect, Sam thought. Luna pushed him back onto the bed, and Sam let his imagination take control. It was only a dream.
Luna woke early from a nightmare. She nestled her head into Sam's chest and enjoyed the comfort that radiated off of him. She kept tracing the pentagram circle with her finger. She placed her head back on Sam's chest looking toward their feet. Luna noticed the tent in the middle of the sleeping bag. She pushed away flailing as she did but then calmly regain composure. He wouldn't ever think she was ready of she flipped out at it. So Luna calmly snuggled back up to Sam. Sam opened his eyes and looked down at Luna.
"What's wrong?" He asked because he had felt her kick him.
"Nothing why?" Luna said simply.
"You kicked me," Sam explained.
"Well I just wasn't sure if that was your gun," Luna nodded to the tented sleeping bag, "Or if you were just happy to see me."
"Oh shit," Sam scrambled onto his stomach. Luna laughed and then stopped short. She was still naked and now there was light. How was she gonna get out of the sleeping bag? "What?"
"I, um, I," She pulled a hand out from under the sleeping bag and felt around for something dry to wear. Her hands fell on Sam's shirt and she grabbed it. She pulled it on while still under the covers of the sleeping bag.
"Hey, that's my shirt," Sam said and tugged at the bottom of it. He jokingly tried to pull it up. Luna didn't stop him, which caught him off guard. He put a hand under the shirt and traveled up her side. She still didn't stop him. He moved so that his upper torso was held over hers and he kissed her hungrily. He went down her throat and then moved the neck line of the shirt a little. He made a kiss on her collar bone and then bit it. Luna arched her back and whimpered at the bite. Sam stopped.
"I'm gonna, I'm gonna," Luna said getting out of the sleeping bag a little dazed. She threw on her still slightly damp underwear and unzipped the tent stumbling into the morning sun. Dean grunted as she tripped over him, waking him up. "Sorry."
"Good morning to you too," Dean mumbled. "Where's Sam?"
"…Taking care of his needs," She finally said, putting it in a way that Dean would understand and also it wouldn't embarrass her to say.
"Why don't you go help him?" Dean said suggestively. Luna just glared at him. She pulled the small notebook out of the duffle.
"What's that?"
"It's kinda like your dad's journal, but way less informative." Dean nodded his head. Luna flipped through a few pages and put it back in her bag. She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on the silence around then. There was nothing. Not even a cricket. She heard a twig snap some three miles away. She had discovered her incredible hearing at the Roadhouse when she was in her room and someone was talking about her, in their car, still a half a mile to the Roadhouse. Luna could hear the scream of a girl and then could smell the blood. The cave was about a quarter of a mile from the camp. She wondered how she could relay this information to the boys without freaking them out even more.
Sam emerged from the tent. His hair was tousled, and he looked like he was sweating slightly. He wore only his boxers and left the circle. Luna assumed to go down to the creek to wash himself off. She had lived with Alec long enough to know the signs of 'Self Stimulation' when she saw it.
Luna looked at her phone and saw that it was already 8:30 am. She slipped back into the tent to change into her own clothes. They weren't that wet anymore. When she emerged Sam had gotten back and was now fully dressed, albeit a little wet.
The best way to break the news was just to go on and say it. "The cave is about a quarter mile west of here."
"How do you know?" Dean asked skeptical. He had respect for Luna now that she had relaxed a little more and was a little less, well, bitchy.
"Super-sonic hearing," Luna explained, "I uh, I can hear things far away."
"Are you sure the cave is there?" Sam asked. Luna nodded her head.
"I can hear a girl talking to another person," She cocked her head to the side, "And now she's screaming because the other one is probably dead."
"What about the wendigo?" Dean asked. It was odd for Dean to ask the questions. He was usually in charge. This hunt almost reminded him of ones that he went on with his father.
"I can take care of him," Luna declared. She figured if she could take on an angel then a wendigo shouldn't be too much of a problem. She could see his movements, he wasn't fast enough to be invisible to her.
"Luna, no," Sam fought. He didn't want her to get hurt. He knew that she was a very experienced hunter but he also didn't want her to over use her powers. She was still learning on how to control them too.
"It'll work Sam. I have an idea."
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A half an hour later Luna was confronting the wendigo head on with a blow torch. "How do ya like that you little mother fucker?" Luna yelled over the screams of the dying monster. Sam and Dean made their escape with the young girl. Unfortunately, her companion died do to an asthma attack earlier that morning. The girl ran as soon as she saw daylight, not bothering to thank Sam, nor Dean. As far as Luna was concerned they had done their job and she sauntered back to camp; Sam and Dean in tow. They packed up camp and made their way back to the motel room. The boys walked side by side and Luna walked ahead.
"Hey Dean," Sam started, "Thanks."
"No problem Sammy. I saw how things were going last night, got pretty intense right?" Dean waggled his eyebrows suggestively and jabbed Sam with his elbow.
"Like camping!" Luna chimed in, over hearing their conversation.
"Dude, I hate supersonic hearing," Dean mumbled, "Wait, what do you mean by 'like camping'?"
"Intense, you know. In tents," she tried to explain. Luna made a tent with her hands, "In tents," She emphasized again, "Like camping?"
"Oh," Dean finally said, "Dude, your girlfriend is a dork."
"I heard that," Luna sang and couldn't help but smirk. They kept walking on until they were out of the woods. Luna was trying to figure out a way that she could get away from the two tomorrow. It seemed nearly impossible. She had to get away though. She couldn't be around them when it* was the anniversary. She would be insanely moody and crazed. Maybe this year she wouldn't try to jump, or maybe she would. She only had two more nights until the flood gates opened and everything came back to her. The visions were lessening now; only a small form of nightmares. They weren't nearly as bad as the ones she used to have. Luna reasoned that it was from finally telling someone what had happened to her. She knew that the torment she would face two days from now would be unbearable for Sam and even Dean to watch. She had seen torture in hell, heck, she was tortured in hell, far worse than anyone could have known, but she would have taken another year of that if she hadn't had to go through this one day each year.
"Luna, c'mon. Dean and I are going to go get dinner," Sam pulled gently at her hand. She moved unemotionally to the back seat of the impala and looked out the window. They were so close to her house, and the boys never even realized it.
Everything was starting to sink in again. She killed her parents. She killed her brother. It was Her fault that Alec was dead. She should have never gone back to Bobby's. She should have kept under the radar. Now she was putting Sam and Dean at even more of a risk. The angels and demons were already after them, but now that she had joined them, it had made them a human dartboard. Luna was so deeply engaged in her thoughts that it took both Sam and Dean to literally snap her out of it.
"What?"
"What do you want to eat and drink for the fifteenth time?" Dean asked huffing with annoyance. She wanted a Jameson right now, but she also knew that once she started with those, she wouldn't stop until the bottle had run dry, or the bartender cut her off.
"Ginger ale. From the tap," Luna added.
"What do you want to eat?" Sam asked patiently. Concern ran through his hazel eyes. Luna almost looked away. He looked so innocent, not tainted with demon blood, or troubled with the apocalypse.
"Just a burger," Luna said barely audible. She needed to go to her house. Her screaming shack, as Alec often called it. Sam slung a heavy arm over her shoulders and pulled her next to him close. She didn't want to leave him. They would think of her as a betrayer. Maybe there was another way around it. There had to be another way around it. Luna knew however, that Sam wouldn't leave her alone for the day that she needed. She could leave and then call Bobby to tell them where to find her. Yeah, that would work, she thought to herself.
The three sat in almost silence. After Dean ate he went over to the pool tables to hustle the locals for some gas money. Luna poked at her food with a fork. She had barely eaten anything all day. She poked at the half of a burger on her plate. She had ordered it so that it was still red and juicy.
"Moo," Sam said. Luna looked up at him quizzically. She poked the burger again, "Moo."
"What are you doing?" Luna asked slightly amused.
"Your burger's so rare that I thought it was still part of a cow. And if you poke a cow, generally it will moo," Sam explained. He was definitely shut off. Luna couldn't help but smile at Sam. She leaned back into him. There was still two days right? She didn't need to sacrifice the next two days too right? She stared intently at the ancient jukebox in the corner willing it work. A moment later a burst of tunes flew throughout the bar. She chuckled and smiled to herself. "You did that didn't you?"
"Maybe," she teased. Sam wiggled from under her. Luna got off the booth seat and let Sam get up. She was about to sit back down when he grabbed her hand and dragged her onto the dance floor. The music that was playing was far from dancing music, but Sam wouldn't let her go sit back down; no matter how many times she asked nicely.
"Well, she was an American girl, raised on promises," Sam sang to Luna as the new song started. He twirled her around and then brought her back in to finish the step. For a hunter he really knew how to dance, she could count the beats to the steps and they were perfectly in tune. Must have been an extra class he took in college, she mused. One lyric made her cringe. "And for one desperate moment, there he crept back in her memory, God it's so painful when something's that so close, it still so far out of reach."
Luna knew all too well how that felt like. She closed her eyes and let Sam guide her. As the song ended, Sam dragged her to the bar. For a big guy, Sam certainly couldn't hold his liquor.
"What do you want to drink?" Sam asked Luna. She mulled over a few thoughts in her head.
"A Guinness," She finally declared. Sam ordered and handed her the Guinness draft when the bartender came back with it. He had chosen Sam Adams Oktoberfest, bottle. "I betcha I can win more money in one game, than Dean has all night."
"No way. If there's one thing Dean's good at it's hustling people at pool," Sam told her.
"Well I say I can," Luna declared. She left Sam's side and sauntered over to the pool tables. She wobbled in her boots and used a table for support. The men smirked at her and she giggled.
"Who wants to play pool?" Luna slurred. She knew how to act drunk, doubled with her sporting an almost full Guinness, the men at the bar believed she was totally wasted. Quickly a few older, sleazy men made their way over to her.
"Hey honey, don't you think you'll be more comfortable on my lap," One of them slurred. He smelled of piss and whiskey.
"Naw!" Luna played along, she couldn't be more grossed out at the sight of the old man. "I just wanna play pool! I betcha I can beat you!"
"Alright honey, what do I get if I win?" The old man cooed, "How about a night together?"
"How 'bout just a kiss to start," Luna suggested. There was no way in hell she would even do that, but a night, gross.
"Alright, now wha'dya want in return?"
"How about all the money in your wallet?" Luna asked seductively caressing a pool stick.
"Sure thing honey," he said doubtful she would beat him. Luna racked the balls, solid, stripe, solid, stripe, and so on. She lifted the triangle so he could break. He lined up the Q-ball straight on. Bad move, she thought. He broke, not getting a single ball in. She circled the table like a shark. She focused on the number 6 solid. She lined up the shot to make it look like it was a lucky shot, and sunk the ball.
"Yay!" She cheered like the drunk she was supposed to be. She line up another shot and sunk two balls, a solid and the Q-ball. "Aww, I scratched."
The old man was starting to get nervous. He lined up the q-ball and took a shot he missed all of his balls by a mile, but got in a solid.
"Why thank you!" Luna snickered. She took up another shot and continued to sink ball after ball. When the two had finally gotten down to the eight ball and three stripes, Luna called the pocket and sunk the eight ball. "Yay!"
"Lucky shot," the old man grumbled. He seemed to have sobered up some during the middle of the game when he realized that she was gonna beat him. The man started walking away when Luna stepped in front of him, blocking his path.
"I believe we had a deal." The old man grumbled something incoherent and pulled his wallet out. He handed her a wad of cash, most of it ones. Gross, she thought, stripper money. She brought it over to where Sam sat and counted it out. "Eighty-five bucks for one game."
"Okay, that's pretty good," Sam admitted, "But you did get lucky with what he had in his wallet."
"Yeah, but then I would have played another game," Luna reasoned. The two heard some choice words from pool table area ad saw Dean and another player getting into an argument. Luna and Sam rushed over. "Gentlemen. Settle down," Luna said getting in between the two. "What's the problem?"
"This jerk over here just hustled me!" The patron exclaimed.
"Him?" Luna questioned incredible.
"Yeah!" Luna gave Dean a once over as if saying yeah right.
"Really? He's nothing but a lonely bastard who can't sink a ball to save his life. I could beat the dude," Luna insulted Dean, just to give Sam and Dean enough time to collect and get to the impala. Luna rushed out after them before the guy could realize she was in on it too. "Let's get back to the motel room before anymore bar patrons want their money back."
"Yeah, okay." Dean turned the key and the impala roared to life. Dean threw her into drive and tore out of the parking lot. Once safely at the motel all three of the tired hunter changed into sleeping attire and fell asleep in their respected sleeping arrangements, Dean in a single bed, while Sam and Luna shared a queen. The next few days would be tough for Luna but the one thing she wished for right now was a long uninterrupted sleep, curled up next to Sam.