SSOOOOOOOO SOOO SO Sorry that I haven't updated in FOREVER! I have had so much going on with my senior year of school and applying for college and a lot of other stuff that I haven't had time to even THINK about the story. I tried to make this one a little bit longer than usual to make up for it. Pre-warning/Spoiler for upcoming chapters - There will be a Sam/Luna scene debuting in a few chapters soo...yeah. Alright please let me know what you think! Enjoy!~kt

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural.

He removed his jacket and slung it over the back of the chair. He sat down across from her. Her hair was disheveled, and her face, flush. Luna wrinkled her nose in disapproval. "You've been drinking," She accused scornfully. She stared at the creamy beige liquid. It was different being around Sam now; she seemed almost shy around him now that she had figured out what the song meant. She glanced up from the mug and saw him clench and unclench his fist; a habit that she had picked up on when he was at a lost of words and didn't want to yell.

Luna knew exactly why he was mad too. She had downed a pint of Jameson just this morning. Talk about hypocrites. She played with the string attached to the tea bag.

"How long?" Sam finally cut the heavy silence with clenched teeth. Luna broke her staring contest with the mug to look up at Sam's face. She cocked her head to one side out of confusion of the question. "How long have you been sitting at the table sipping tea while waiting for me?"

To be honest she really didn't know exactly. She knew that it had been after seven when she had arrived home through the front door which had taken Molly by surprise since it was the first time that she had used the front door instead of her window on the day of the anniversary. Molly had been cleaning the dishes from dinner with Dean in the kitchen when Luna arrived. She had taken a nice long hot shower and changed into warm comfy pajamas. She had set the teapot of the stove to boil and now she was already on her second cup of tea.

"Not long," she answered. She hadn't actually been at the table for long, just more or less pacing across the kitchen. Molly and Dean had assumingly gone to bed.

"You didn't think to look for me or even give me a call or a text saying that you were at your house, that you were okay? I found Hunter's Leap Luna. I found your scarf. I almost jumped in after you!"

Luna looked back down at the tea again. She had been selfish she reasoned. She at least own Sam a reassuring text or call. She felt her nose prickle and a few moments later the surface of the liquid ringed with salt water droplets.

She was so stupid to let him come here. She was stupid to think that Sam would just let her throw her tantrum and not care about what she did. Luna had thought that Sam was unbreakable, when in reality he was just as fragile as her.

Sam noticed the dripping water droplet splashing into the cup. He felt bad for making her cry. Luna barely moved as silent tears made shimmering pathways down her pink cheeks.

"Luna I-," Sam started.

"No Sam. You're right I was selfish; I am selfish," Luna said hoarsely. She used the back of her hand to wipe away the rest of the un-fallen tears.

"Let's just go to bed. We can talk in the morning." Sam got up from the table, the chair scraping against the ceramic tile as he did so. The silence seemed to pierce the tension of the two. He held out a hand for Luna to take. She glanced at the hand. Taking it would mean that she relied on Sam for support; not taking it would mean that she would cast Sam off and she would be back to her old 'me versus the world' self. Hesitantly Luna took his hand. Sam pulled her to her feet and gave a crushing hug. Luna hugged back just as tight. Sam was her safety net and she loved him for that. It had only taken her a song lyric to figure that out. She chuckled subtly at her thoughts.

Sam had been relieved to find that Luna was safe. There wasn't any way for Sam to understand what Luna was going through no matter how hard he tried. He knew that if he came to her house that he would have to obey Luna's rules. Molly had tried to warn him and so had Bobby. He had just wanted to be Luna's knight in shining armor that he had forgotten what she had been like; what she went through.

Luna was the first to break away. Silently she threaded her fingers in his and led him up the stairs to the second door on the left. The room was cold as she never had shut the window from earlier. She untwined her fingers from Sam's and closed the distance between her and the window. Luna carefully shut and locked the window and paused for just a moment to look at the view. How could such a beautiful, natural view hold so much corruption?

Tiredness suddenly washed over the both of them as Luna, adorning an overly large hoodie and flannel pajama bottoms, and Sam, wearing only a tee and boxers, climbed into the small bed that had belonged to the ten year old Lena Bowie. Sam pulled the heated body closer to his underneath the blankets. When she was ten, the bed didn't seem this small, perhaps it was Sam hogging the whole thing, but who was she to complain. She had brought him up here, like a life-sized, breathing, human teddy bear, to protect her from the nightmares, the visions, and the fear of Azazel coming through that window again.

Luna focused on the rhythmic timing of Sam's chest rising and falling and soon fell asleep herself.

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"Breakfast!" Molly yelled to the previously quiet house. Now after her announcement was made, she could hear the moan and groans of its inhabitants. Dean was the first to emerge. Dean sat down at the table ready to dig into anything that was set before him.

Placed on the table was a plate of bacon, a large carafe of coffee, a tray of toast, butter and jam. Molly brought a platter of scrambled eggs to the table. She sat down next to Dean, who was already salivating at the enormous amount of food. He reached across the table to snag an extra crispy looking piece of bacon only to have his hand slapped away. Retracting it quickly, he looked to the person who stood between him and the bacon.

"Weren't you ever told to wait until everyone is seated at the table before you start eating?" Molly scolded motherly like. Dean sunk back into his seat pouting. It was too early in the morning for rules. It wasn't more than thirty seconds until a boy came into the kitchen still in his pajamas. He grumbled a 'morning' and sat down. Grabbing the carton of orange juice from across the table and a using the glass at his seat he poured himself some. Molly officially declared the start of breakfast by taking a piece of toast.

"Aren't you going to wait for Luna and Sam?" Dean asked being a wise ass.

"Luna doesn't eat breakfast and I don't think that either one of them will be down soon. They didn't get to bed until really late."

"How do you know?" Dean asked while taking a bite of that crispy bacon he had had his eye on.

"The house has a state of the art security system. It monitors and records when any doors or windows are open and shut. Plus with the amount of alcohol the two consumed, I wouldn't doubt that they have a slight hangover."

"Hey speak of the devils," Dean said with a mouth full of eggs. Sam shuffled in and sat down at the table. Luna followed behind and put on the tea kettle. She brought her hand to her mouth to stifle a yawn.

"G'morning," Sam mumbled before taking a large gulp of coffee. The bacon stared at him tauntingly with all the grease and-. Sam gagged.

"Hey Mom," the boy said earning Molly's attention, "I thought we agreed to limit your dating prospects to the bedroom."

Molly nearly choked and then blushed feverously. "David!" She scolded. "They're not mine, they're Lena's."

David's eyes nearly popped out of his head. "Antie Lena's finally getting' a little somethin' somethin'?" David roused. Dean smiled widely at the jest. Luna shook her head, her hair falling over her ruby red cheeks in the process. Then there was Sam. He looked like he was going to punch the kid.

"David!" Molly scolded again,

"Relax Molly," Luna chuckled, "He takes after his father." The whole table got suddenly quiet. And a fork came clattering down onto the floor. Molly looked outraged and David, confused as hell.

"Lena, may I talk to you a moment?" Molly gritted her teeth and stood up. Luna agreed and led the way to an adjoining room. Unbeknownst to them, the three boys had followed. "Lena! I can't believe you said that! You know what happened to me! David doesn't and I would like to keep it that way!"

"You're going to have to tell him sometime Molly! I'm honestly surprised he hasn't asked more questions about who his father was!" Luna argued. "If you don't want to tell him, I can understand, but let me tell him. He deserves to know."

"It's always been me and David. Let the dead stay dead Lena."

"I can't Molly," Luna sighed, "I need him to know why I come here every year. Why I let you guys stay here. Why he calls me his aunt. I can't let me brother be forgotten. Molly, you loved him too, let me tell him." Luna looked up at Molly through pleading eyes.

"No."

The boys were confused now. Luna's brother was quite young when he died. There was no way he could have fathered a child. David, Luna's brother had died at twelve. Dean was amazed that Molly was his mother. For having a fifteen year old son, she looked really hot. Dean had heard about David last night, when Molly told him. She had asked him not to mention the apocalypse around him. She explained that David knew about Angels and Demons and other monsters but she didn't want him knowing about the severity of it.

"I want to know mom," David declared walking into the room.

"David Ross Bowie! How long have you been listening?" Molly scolded.

"Long enough to know that Antie Lena knows about my father. I have asked you for years about him. You just said he wasn't around." Molly sat down on the settee. Her hands covered her face. When she pulled them away, she looked tired and defeated. "Just tell him," she dismissed to Luna and left. Dean followed her out of the room. Sam looked hesitant whether to stay or to follow Dean and give Luna and David some privacy. After receiving a reassuring look from Luna, he took his place behind her.

"Antie Lena," David took up the seat of the settee which his mother had previously occupied.

"David," Luna started. She took a deep breath and sighed. Molly didn't want David to know about her past, or about his past but there was some sort of justification Luna felt would come after she told David about her brother. "Your mom was only fourteen when she had you. But you would already know that. You don't know that my older brother and your mother were best friends, a little more than that actually. They were both crushing on each other, but the timing wasn't right and David, my brother, the same person you are named after, he was killed by a demon when he was twelve. Your mother was devastated. She and I lost contact for a while when I was in South Dakota. When I came back, I saved both your asses from your wicked grandmother, who was a witch. She told me that two years after I left, she was walking home from dance class by our house, this house, when a demon cornered her into a tree. It…it…raped her. She told me that it went to kill her when my brother showed up. Mind you he was dead by this time. She still swears that to this day that it was my brother David who saved her, and they did a paternity test, comparing your DNA with mine. You really are my nephew. You are like the living immaculate conception."

David stared at Luna like she had four heads. She could understand why too. David never knew his father because he was dead before he was even conceived.

"How do I have his DNA when it was the demon raping her?" David asked.

"Your mom said she passed out from pain after the demon was killed. We think that once my brother killed the demon, that he tried to kill the half demon baby that would form in your mom and instead of having the half demon kill her he replaced it with his own. He was always better with hoodoo like that than me."

"What was he like?" Luna smiled, remembering her brother.

"He was great," she said smiling.

"He was more than great," Molly added in, walking back into the room. David moved over so that she could sit. "He was funny and always happy. Whenever I was upset about anything, he could cheer me up. He was sweet too. I still have letters that he wrote to me when we were younger. His favorite thing was to quote song lyrics. A few days before he died we had gotten into an argument because one of his friends was making fun of me and he said that he would beat them up for me. When I wouldn't tell him he left and started yelling at everyone in the cafeteria to never talk crap about me or else he would beat the crap out of them. I wouldn't speak to him for the rest of the day. I thought he was being as ass when he did that because I didn't want the attention. I thought I could take care of myself. The following night he came to my house, knocked on my window and played "American Pie" for me. That's my last memory of him."

"That's why you always sung that song to me?" David asked. Molly nodded her head.

"A long, long time ago, I can still remember how that music used to make me smile," Luna sang.

"I knew if he had his chance, he could us dance and we would all be happy for a while," Molly rearranged the lyrics a little. Luna laughed. This is what he would have wanted, Luna thought. She glanced up at the mantel and saw his last school picture smiling down at them.

The apocalypse was still looming above them. If they failed to stop it then everything that her brother did would have been in vain, she would have failed him. It's time, thought Luna, time to reach the Sol's fullest potential. She glanced up at Sam, smiled and shuffled to his side. Luna leaned against him, and he put his arm around her and smiled back.

Please let me know what you think! Thanks! ~kt