So sorry it's been so long (two weeks!). I hope this chapter makes up for it a little :) For this chapter I'll make it short. Enjoy~ kt

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The three hunters woke up early and packed up, two of them planning on going back to Bobby's. Luna had something else planned entirely. She wasn't going back to Bobby's house anytime soon. Sometime in the middle of the night this plan had slowly crept up on her and it seemed pretty fool-proof. Luna took one last look at the motel room and locked the door on it forever.

She handed the key to Dean who returned them and handed the checkout person a wad of cash, including the money Luna won last night in the pool game. She had beat Sam's former belief that she couldn't win more than Dean in a single game. She hadn't beat him by much, but still, the numbers were in her favor.

The trio headed out and just before they were about to head out on the highway, Dean turned into a gas station. Luna promptly declared that she had to use the rest room and would be right out.

"Dude, she's been in there a while don'tcha think?" Dean asked Sam. Sam shrugged his shoulders. He had been thinking the exact same thing.

"Should I go check on her?" Sam asked.

"Yeah and how are you gonna do that? You don't exactly blend in, in a woman's bathroom."

Sam took out his phone a dialed Luna's number. It rang twice and then went to voicemail. He put his phone back in his pocket. "She ignored my call."

"You can do that?" Dean asked a little too happily. Sam glared at him. Sam jumped and reached in his pocket for the vibrating phone.

"Hello!" he nearly screamed into it.

"Geese boy, you trying to make me deaf now too?" Bobby grumbled.

"Sorry Bobby."

"Now tell me you two idjits are still at the gas station," Bobby said.

"Yeah why?" Sam heard a deep sigh of frustration.

"She bailed on you two morons. Luna called me ten minutes ago. Are you two that stupid?"

"What do you mean she bailed?" Sam asked incredulously. Dean moved closer to the phone to hear what Bobby had to say.

"Tomorrow is the anniversary of when Azazel killed her family. She gets a little difficult to handle around this time and it may be best if you just leave her alone."

"I'm not going to leave her alone! I saw what she had to go through! I can't leave her right now."

"Is it for her Sam, or for you?" Bobby asked. Sam really loved Luna but Bobby didn't know if Luna could love back right now. Bobby knew that Luna could say some really malicious things to Sam and not realize this during this time. The line on the other end was silent.

"Bobby, what's going on?" Dean asked after the phone was shoved into his hand.

"Luna ditched you. She's on her way to her house," Bobby explained. Luna had told him to give her ten minutes or so and then if the boys asked he could tell them where to find her.

"Where is it? And does she want to be found?"

"Like I told Sam, she won't want to be bothered for the next few days because of her Family's anniversary. But when she called, she did tell me to tell you where she was."

"Where does she live?"

"Only about fifteen minutes away."

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"Dude, are you sure this is the right address?" Sam asked Dean as they pulled up to, for lack of better words, a mansion. It had tall black iron gates surrounding it. The house itself was three stories high, and made of marble. It was an old house, as far as Sam could tell. The architecture told him that it was probably constructed back in the whaling days.

"Same one that Bobby gave me," Dean said just as confused. The house was complete with a garden and a gravel drive with a working fountain in the middle of the circled drive. Dean parked the impala in front of the big oak door. He had almost expected a valet. The two walked up to the big doors and knocked using the old, silver it looked like, knockers. The loud bangs echoed throughout the house. Sam and Dean stared at one another as they heard the click of heels coming closer to the door. They thought for sure that Bobby had given them the wrong address.

A tall lean woman answered the door. She looked the boys over twice and sighed. She knew who they were. They were the damn boys Luna was with.

"I'm sorry ma'am we must have gotten the wrong address," Sam apologized realizing that this lady was probably wondering why they were at her doorstep.

"No wait," She called before they could turn around, "You're the Winchesters right?" Dean turned around slowly, guarded against this new threat.

"Who wants to know?" Dean asked tough.

"My name is Molly. You're looking for Luna right?" She asked the boys. At the mention of Luna's name the taller of the two, which she could only have guessed was Sam, looked up quickly and stared at her waiting for more information.

"Yeah," Dean said skeptically. He gave Molly a once over. He took in the pressed shirt and pants, made of seemingly expensive material and made note of the worry-lines almost etched in her face. Her eyes were a dark coffee brown.

"Come on in," Molly said and opened the door a little further to allow the two to squeeze in, "I just made a fresh pot of coffee for Luna, if you would like some."

"Where is she?" Sam asked. He was scared and concerned for Luna's safety. Molly's eyes seemed to soften for the friendly giant. He had no clue what Luna would be like on the anniversary. She would have to prepare him before she let him see her. She put an arm across Sam's shoulders as best she could and led him to the small table in the kitchen and sat him down.

"Let me explain Lena a little, then we can talk about Luna," she explained and poured each brother and herself a cup of coffee. The boys sipped on the coffee and listen intently on what Molly had to say. "I knew Lena before she was Luna. She was a spitfire even back then. I was her brother's age and had a huge crush on him. They were both really nice, smart kids. But Lena was very mature for her age. She quickly picked up on number patterns, speaking habits, and grammar rules, everything.

The teachers loved her, but the kids hated her. Lena was best at everything. The kids teased her of course. They made fun of her charm bracelet especially. They called her a devil worshiper. She got into so many fights at school. Then to top it all off she was bumped up a grade.

When the kids in that grade started making fun of the bracelet Lena had had enough. She came home from school and locked herself in her room and threw the bracelet across the room. From that night on she became Luna. Her whole family was gone. She was determined not to let anyone get under her skin again. For a while after her whole hell and heaven scenario, I thought she was going to be happy again. But it didn't matter.

Every year, usually for a week, Luna will come to the house and lock herself in the room where it all started and scream. She will curse out anyone that tries to go in. Usually there's at least one suicide attempt a year. She will sit out on Hunter's Leap for hours on end with a bottle of Jameson glued to her hand."

Sam stared at his cup of coffee intently. Luna had been fine just a day ago and now her friend was saying that she was suicidal. He knew that there had to be more than what just her friend was saying.

"Can I go see her now?" Sam asked. Molly sighed. This guy was so blindly in love with Luna. He had no idea what Luna was capable of doing. Molly had never known Luna to love anyone. Care for them sure, she did have a big heart, but she never loved people.

"Fine," Molly agreed. He would find out sooner or later. "Follow me." She got up from the table and lead Sam down a hallway. She climbed the staircase that led up to the third floor. "It's the second door on the left."

"Aren't you coming?" Sam asked. Molly shook her head. She knew better than to bug Luna while she was in her room. Sam walked down the hall and looked back over his shoulder; Molly was already heading down the stairs. He walked over to the second door on the left. He lifted his hand to knock; a wailing that sounded like that of a child coming from the room stopped him however.

"Luna!" He yelled trying to open the door. It was locked from the inside. He took out his lock-picking case and went to work. Once he got the doorknob unlocked, he had another problem. She had a dead bolt. Another scream echoed through the house. Sam pounded on the door. "Luna let me in!"

"No!" She screeched. Sam pushed on the door trying to break it down. "Sam Winchester if you break my door down I will kill you so help me god."

Sam stopped. Luna had never threatened him before. Sure she had threatened Dean, but never him really. "Then let me in Luna!"

"I can't Sam. I just can't," Luna said.

"Why not?" Sam screamed frustrated. He heard something rebound against the door. Obviously something had been thrown.

"Just go away!" Luna yelled. She needed to be left alone. She knew Sam just wanted to help but she couldn't handle him right now. She didn't deserve to be this happy when they were gone! Sam continued to demand that she open the door. Luna lay on her bed staring at the ceiling. She turned on the radio in hopes of tuning Sam out. She wasn't too sure on what she was listening to, just as long as it wasn't Sam screaming. Perhaps it had been a bad idea to tell them where she lived. Maybe she had been right the other night and should have just ditched the guys. She would have done it to any other person she was with. It hadn't mattered if it was Alec, John, nor Bobby, she had always gone alone. Why were they different? She wondered. Another cry of frustration and anger tore through her throat; more banging on the door followed. "Why can't you take a god damn hint?" She mumbled to herself. Luna got off the bed and headed toward the door. There was one way to shut him up. She unlocked and opened the door.

"Luna-." A swift uppercut and right hook cut him off and Sam dropped to the floor like a ton of bricks.

"Leave me alone," Luna seethed. She turned on her heal, slammed the door in his face and locked it again. Instantly she felt bad about it, but it had to be done, right? She stared out the window and cracked open a new bottle of Jameson. It was that time of year when she drank herself into oblivion. She raised the bottle of golden liquid to her lips. For whatever the reason was, there was a slight pause in actually allowing the liquid to pass into her mouth and sear her throat.

"You god damn son of a bitch," Luna screeched about Azazel. "Why? You fucking bastard why?" She burst into hysterics.

Sam slowly got up from the two nasty blows to his face. He would be lucky if he didn't have a concussion. Luna was small, but she sure could pack a punch. He made his descent into the kitchen. He saw that Dean and Molly were talking at the table. How could one of Luna's friends not help her in a time like this? It made him sick to think that Luna had tried to kill herself before.

"What the hell happened to you?" Dean asked looking up from his coffee.

"Is it that bad?" Sam asked pinching the bridge of his nose and shifting his jaw from side to side. "Luna, uh, didn't want me up there."

"Gave ya the old one two, huh?" Molly asked smirking. She got up from her seat and walked into an adjoining room. She came back holding a first-aid kit. "Here, sit down. It happens to everyone who tries to talk to her. Sorry it might hurt a bit. Luna does it better. She was a nurse at one point."

Molly cleaned off the little blood from Sam's lip and gave him an ice pack for his temple. Sam thanked her and sulked quietly in his seat. Molly returned the kit and continued her conversation with Dean.

"So the apocalypse is really happening?" Molly said seriously. There were no hints of fright or concern. It was if she was talking about the next presidential election.

"Well," Dean started, "Sam and I, and well, Luna too, we're all gonna stop it."

"Good. If you guys ever need a hand in battle or research, you can always count me in."

"Are you a hunter?" Dean asked. Molly laughed.

"Oh god no. I know how to shoot, but I could never be dedicated like you or Luna. I have more important priorities in my life right now."

"Oh, yeah, of course. You must have a great job to be able to pay for a house like this," Dean remarked. Again Molly laughed.

"You sure don't know a lot about Luna. This is her house," Molly explained. The boys' mouths hit the table. "She lets me live here. Why do you think she comes here for her family's deaths? For shits and giggles?"

Both boys were speechless. Luna had never told them that she was loaded. She never seemed snotty or uppity like they the rich snobs they had encountered during their many hunts. Dean thought back on how he and Sam just barely got by with credit card fraud and hustling people at bars. Luna sat on a land mine of untapped loot. Molly got up and took down a coffee mug from the cabinet and poured the still hot coffee into it.

"Here Sam, try bringing Luna some coffee. Usually it gets her to open the door at least," Molly said, then looked up from the coffee to see Sam's lip swollen and split, "And not punching you."

"Does she ever do that to you?" Sam asked. Dear lord the boy had it bad, Molly thought to herself.

"Sam she does it to everyone. First time that I was living here and that happened, I got sucker punched in the gut," Molly explained trying to make Sam understand that the Luna he had spent the last few months with wasn't the same Luna while she was in that room. Sam nodded his head in what she hoped was understanding. She brought the mug to the table and placed it down in front of Sam. Slowly he picked up the mug. He looked as if he was going into battle, which perhaps he was with Luna. Sam trudged down the hallway to the stairs. "A word of advice; don't try breaking down the door. It has iron reinforcements."

Upon reaching the landing on which Luna's room was situated, Sam's muscles instinctively twitched. It was noticeably colder than the lower floors. He cautiously walked to Luna's door, ready to start battle at any moment with a ghost or spirit. Gently, this time, Sam knocked on the door. There was no response. He knocked with a little more force behind it a second time, still no response.

"Luna?" Sam called. He tried the doorknob. Surprisingly it twisted under his palm. He timidly entered the room, for fear it might be a trap and Luna was secretly waiting somewhere to punch him again. The room was just how Sam had seen it in Luna's vision. Nothing had changed. There were still a load of stuffed animals on the bed, a small wooden table and a few matching chairs in front of a white dresser that matched the room's lavender-colored theme. A color that 'Lena' most certainly had picked. Looking around the room Sam noticed the window, the one Azazel had used to get in, was open, and the room was empty. "Luna?" Sam called again.

He could feel himself start to get panicky, but he knew that if he were to find her he would need to calm down. The first thing he noticed was the empty bottle of Jameson on the miniature table. So now he knew she was intoxicated, and missing. Her leather jacket was no-where to be found, which he hoped it meant that she was still sober enough to have some common sense. He set the coffee mug down next to the whiskey on the table. Looking out of the window, Sam saw a small platform that was easily jumpable; from there, a balcony and a tree beyond that. Put them all together and you get an escape route. At once Sam knew that Luna had gone to Hunter's Leap.

The salty sea breeze frosted her lips and face. It was a chilly November afternoon. The leather jacket barely kept the wind from chilling her to the bone. At the impact of the last gust of frigid air, she pulled the jacket closer. Hunter's Leap was a long way down, at least three stories. At the bottom jagged rocks, like teeth, waited for their next victim. Only one hunter had escaped the jaws of the hungry monster; Luna Singer. The year that Alec died, her worst one yet, she had jumped. Her head had narrowly missed the largest rock and by some strange reason, a wave had dragged her shore. It hadn't been her time and now, standing on the edge of the leap, she knew that this wasn't the time either. Luna couldn't seem to drag herself away from it though. Just knowing that one step would make everything disappear, was comforting to her. She just couldn't bring herself to jump; all because of one thing. Sam.

Luna stood at the edge of Hunter's Leap for what seemed like hours. The wind was whipping by the time she had enough courage to step back from the ledge. She undid the scarf hanging around her neck and let it fly downward and catch on a loose rock. An especially large wave crashed into the bottom of the cliff. Since she had gotten to the Leap, a line of a song kept repeating in her head, over and over and over again. It was one of her father's favorite songs.

"Desperado," She sang off-key, "Why don't you come to your senses?" She took out her iPod and played the song to the ghosts of the winds. It was if she was listening to the lyrics for the first time. They hit home. The song, it described her, everything about her. The last line was the clincher though. She repeated it, "You better let somebody love you, before it's too late."

A fire had been lit underneath her. It must have been a message, she thought to herself. Everything happened for a reason. She knew that no matter how hard it was, she was going to go back and not lock herself in her room. She was not going to glue the Jameson bottle to her hand again. She was going to let somebody love, before it was too late.

Sam sulked on a bar stool. There was a gin and tonic in front of him gripped firmly in his hand. He had stormed out of the house when Molly had told him to just leave Luna alone. How could he leave her alone? She was going to the place where other hunter's had taken their lives! It had been quite a few hours and it was already starting to get dark. The nights in New England came quick, Sam thought. He hated to think that he would have to sleep in a cold, foreign bed by himself tonight. Just Luna's presence had made him sleep better through the night. He didn't have the nightmarish dreams about the apocalypse. He still felt Luna thrash around in her sleep once every few weeks and he could only imagine that they were nightmares. She would never tell him what they were about. She always said that she forgot what she was dreaming about.

Sam downed the last of the nippy drink and left money for the bill on the bar. He stood and left the bar to start his journey back to the huge house that was Luna's. It was definitely chilly. The wind stirred up the leaves around his jeans pulling like yapping dogs. His jacket did a good job of guarding him against the breeze. He walked on keeping his head down. Unfortunately he missed the turn to Luna's house and continued to walk. Another twenty yards later, Sam finally noticed that he was lost. He looked around and saw a small sign that read Hunter's Leap. Hopeful, he followed its directions. They led him to right where Luna had been standing not moments before. He hesitated before looking down, scared of what he might find.

He didn't see Luna which was a good thing, but it wasn't to say that she had already been washed away. Further scrutinizing led to the finding of the scarf. It was a newer looking scarf; recently placed there. In the scarce light of the setting sun, Sam could barely make out that it had the same pattern as one of Luna's. His heart sunk. She wouldn't, he thought as his mouth went dry.

After a little wandering in the dark night, Sam eventually found his way back to Luna's house. Though finding the scarf had sobered him up a little, he still stumbled up the steps and into the house. Most of the lights were off. Glancing at the clock, he realized it was later than he had thought. His stomach growled. He walked into the kitchen, feeling the wall for the light switch. The light shone bright in his unaccustomed eyes, causing temporary blindness. Once he regained vision, he noticed the figure sitting at the kitchen table sipping on what smelled like tea.

"Hi Sam."

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