I remember…

Fort Wayne, Indiana. John

He didn't want to take them, his sons. They'd been through enough, been in too much danger for such young lives but the look on Dean's face…

John knew his oldest would stay if he ordered it. He knew that as sure as he knew the sky would be blue.

'I can't protect them forever.'

But he sure as hell wanted to. These were his boys, his and Mary's.

John could see Mary in Dean, the green eyes, sandy blond hair but it was Sam that most reminded him of his Mary.

Sam he hovered over.

Sam who taxed his patience.

Sam who fought against the training.

Sam who looked at John with anger-.

"Get your gear. We're going to the Boot Hill Ice Caves."

Fort Wayne, Indiana. Dean

Excitement coursed through Dean. His Dad hardly took them on a hunt, it was Sam's fault. He was too young even though he was big- huge. Dean glanced over his shoulder to the back seat. Yup, his brother was frowning. Dean could only hope there wouldn't be any arguing, this time.

'Maybe I'll get lucky today.'

Dean knew better. Sammy had been unusually quiet, it was about time for another family blow out and Dean would be stuck in the middle again. Playing mediator and trying to keep their little family together.

Fourteen… but that was no excuse for Sam's constant disobedience. Why couldn't he just-.

The reflection in the glass finally caught Dean's attention. The green eyes glittered brightly in the darkened interior of the Impala, the sandy blond hair was cropped short but it was the darker eyebrows, drawn down and the furrowed brow that most surprised Dean.

He was glaring at his own reflection. The perpetual scowl was once more in place and all because he was anticipating the argument between his brother and Father.

'Damn.'

Fort Wayne, Indiana. Sam

He hated his life, hated what they were doing, hated being part of it.

Sam was frightened.

He'd seen some of what his Father hunted, heard them talking late at night when he was supposed to be sleeping…

One of those things killed his Mom.

The thought didn't anger him, not the way it pissed off Dean or his Father. It didn't make him sad, he didn't mourn his Mother the way their Father mourned her or even the way Dean mourned the beautiful woman he'd know for such a short time.

Sam didn't need to find the thing that killed her. Sam had no memory of his Mother. He couldn't remember her face, had no idea what her voice had sounded like, he didn't know what she'd smelled of, there was nothing, no memory of Mary. Sam knew nothing about her aside from the little bits Dean would tell him- when he chose to talk about their Mother.

To Sam, Mary was just a pretty dream. Nothing more…

He'd never say that, not to Dean or his Father because that would hurt them because they remembered Mary. They had time with her, they needed this, needed to hunt and kill -.

Sam could see the similarity, Dean and his Dad… they were alike. Both focused on their mission, they were unyielding and dogged in their determination; nothing was going to stop them from getting it, ruthless in their quest for vengeance.

Dean was the perfect son.

He didn't talk back, didn't question their Father, did everything he was told, followed orders…

'I'm the freak.'

The one who didn't belong, who constantly questioned the chain of command, who didn't bend to the almighty's will without a fight.

Sam hated their lives, the constant moving- leaving-. He was fourteen!

What could a kid do?

'I'm not going to be fourteen for ever.'

Boot Hill Ice Caves…

It was a cold night but February meant spring would be coming to thaw them out and then it wouldn't be long before the road called for the summer. He'd take his boys and hunt for the two and a half months before they were forced to find another town in which to set down for the school year. Sometimes John thought about the life he was leading, the life he was giving to his boys. Sam had literally grown up living out of the Impala. Dean could still remember what it was like to have a home and John felt guilty for not giving that to his boys. He tried to make the school year as normal as he could but finding the demon… he couldn't rest until it was dead.

John focused on his surroundings, leading his boys closer to the Ice Caves through the spindly trees bare of leaves that cast disconcerting shadows. He motioned for the boys to keep silent as they proceeded into the first cavern. He'd chosen the least traveled paths wanting to keep out of sight. The first cavern, cold as the night was, produced no menacing beast. The Aswang was likely hidden deeper in the caverns.

Dean's flashlight shone in the dark followed by Sam's as their Dad led the way through the winding trails half marked out by the guides. Dean noticed their current path hadn't gotten much use. He kept pace with his Father glancing over his shoulder to make sure they still had Sam with them. The frown on his face was coupled with annoyance at his brothers shuffling feet.

"Pay attention, Sam." Dean ordered but it only made Sam's glower intensify. It wasn't as if Sam didn't know any better because they'd been taught from a young age how to hunt. The problem was Sam didn't like to hunt. He didn't like anything that had to do with them moving all over the U.S. and living out of the Impala.

John slowed down seeing the flickering light in the next cavern. He sent a warning hand signal to his boys and made his way into the cavern. The brown eyes flashed with annoyance and he straightened taking in the flaming charcoal in the bar-b-q pit. He stood in the center and surveyed the little 'camp site'. There were three igloo ice chests, silver canisters swimming in ice he was sure didn't say Coke. There were sleeping bags unfolded and set away from the untended fire.

Dean poked into one of the bags coming up with a large white marshmallow and a Hershey's bar. He grinned holding them up for his Dad to see.

"S'mores." He popped the marshmallow in his mouth talking around it. "Looks like we got company, Dad." The chocolate bar went into his jacket pocket for later then he moved onto the next bag.

"Leave it alone, son." John ordered frowning at Sam who was looking into another bag full of snacks. Unlike Dean, he wasn't comfortable taking what ever he found in there.

"Think they're still around?" Dean questioned, the green eyes focused on his Dad. He was ready to do as his Father asked, waiting for the next order.

John looked around again and worried. Not for the first time did he question the life he was giving his boys. It wasn't normal, he knew that but he refused to say so out loud. Somehow that would confirm his inability to take care of his sons, or so he'd been told.

He tried to focus on the Aswang, had they drawn its attention? Was it stalking the kids having a little camp party? There was no doubt in John's mind there were kids involved, at least one of them was a kid. His eyes rested on the pink fuzzy pillow resting on top of the lavender sleeping bag. Could he get them out safely and still kill the Aswang?

"Boys, stay together." John ordered, his gaze resting solemnly on his oldest. "Watch your brother, Dean."

"Yes, sir." Dean replied immediately serious, he straightened his shoulders. Fierce determination lit his green eyes completely unaware of the scowl his little brother was wearing behind him.

"Try and find these kids. Get them out." John ordered. "I'll look for the Aswang." With a curt nod he headed into the next cavern leaving his boys behind. The worry was always there but he knew they could take care of themselves, he was confident in Dean's ability to protect himself and by extension Sam.

"I'm not a little kid." Sam grouched at Dean's back. He was annoyed. He hadn't wanted to come in the first place and now that he was there he didn't like being treated like he was a burden to the great hunters his Father and brother obviously thought themselves. "I coulda stayed home."

"Shut up." Dean snapped, tired of hearing his little brother whine about everything in their lives. He wanted a dog, Dad said no. He wanted to play soccer with the other kids on the park's team, Dad said no. He wanted to join a club, Dad said no. He wanted to take a breath and Dad would likely say no. It wasn't enough he had his Father on his ass because of the hunting but now Dean was getting fed up with Sam as well.

"Pay attention." Dean ordered leading him into a different cavern annoyed at being stuck on babysitter duty, again.

But it wasn't as if he didn't see it coming. Ever since their Mom died it was Dean who watched over Sam. Dean who made sure Sammy had food to eat. Dean who read Sammy to sleep. Dean who sat up in the living room waiting for their Father to come back from a hunting trip. Dean who acted as a buffer between their arguments. Dean who tried to keep the peace. Dean who did as he was told… It was always Dean.

"Jerk." Sam muttered to brothers back.

"Bitch."

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The situation was ridiculous to say the least and what-. It was impossible to explain how they'd ended up in the same spot as her.

Dean's dripping clothes were getting uncomfortable, his feet sloshed in the boots as well but he couldn't stop himself from arguing with her.

"You've got mystical amnesia, Jaden."

"You're evil!" She retorted. "Because of you I lost a friend!" anger had her treading closer to the Winchester's.

Sam's face showed concern. His immediate thought was that someone in LA had been hurt but then he didn't see how it was their fault.

"You let them out! It's you're fault he's dead!" Jaden yelled.

"What?" Sam questioned, guilt filling him and it shown from his eyes. That confirmed her suspicions, everything she'd heard about the brothers being evil, it had to be true.

"You got it wrong, Jaden." Dean said sloshing on the grassy bank. "We closed the damn gate. You'd know I'm not lying and you wouldn't be thinking we were evil if you were all there." He swirled a finger around his temple, miming the undisputed sign for 'crazy'. He was angry with her but he was more concerned. Then again she hit him, made him swallow water and all he'd been trying to do was help her. Hell all she kept doing was hit him…

'That's not the only thing she's done…'

"Tu eres el loco!" Jaden yelled splashing water. "You should be grateful I didn't put a bullet between your eyes!" she shouted. Her arm splashed water at the brothers, her face flushing with anger at hearing Dean's laughter. "You think I'm a fucking joke!"

"No!" Sam shook his head turning a glare on his brother. "Shut up." He snapped smacking his arm.

"Dude!" Dean protested with a glare of his own then smacked Sam.

"Roque!" Jaden yelled swirling around in the water. She didn't get out the attack command before he splashed across the shallow inlet, teeth bared, snarling and barking at the brothers.

Seeing the gray streak lunge at them, the Winchester's stopped arguing. They paused a moment, their minds not really believing the woman they'd spent over three weeks with had set her dog on them. Sam and Dean looked at each other, eyes slightly widening as they realized she'd actually done just that. Both turned and fled, running pell mell towards the safety of the Impala.

Dean would swear he'd felt the hot breath of her demon mutt on his ass. Reaching the car he yanked open the door and threw himself into the drivers seat wet clothes, soggy boots and all. He pulled the door closed behind him just as Sam jumped into the passenger side.

Sam quickly rolled up his window jerking away as the snarling fangs left slobber all over the glass.

"What the hell!" Dean exclaimed then watched the mutt jump onto the hood of his car. "NO!" he wailed listening to the dogs nails scratch on the metal. He blared the horn but it only made the dog hunker down and scratch at the windshield to get at them.

Dean's eyes widened in horror, face going red but he couldn't get any words out.

"Dean." Sam warned but his brother was busy having a heart attack. "Dean!" Sam shoved his brother and pointed past the snarling dog once more standing on the hood.

The brothers watched Jaden, now wrapped in a towel round the mustang.

"She's smiling." Sam stated with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He remembered her smiling like that before and it was never a good thing to be on the receiving end.

Jaden reached into the trunk, un-erringly grabbing her Winchester 94 model rifle. In her other hand she carried the shells which she started to load.

Dean watched her walking towards them, the antique rifle in hand… At a sharp whistle the mutt lunged off the hood running to her side. Dean wasted no time shoving his keys in the ignition. The sound of the engine drew her eyes, a scowl marring her features.

"Dean?" Sam questioned. His fingers gripped the door and dug into the leather seat back. Dean didn't answer. He threw the Impala in reverse and floored the gas. They were both thrown forward, dust clouds puffing up around the tires but they weren't moving fast, at least they didn't feel as if they were.

Jaden aimed the rifle taking her first shot before she'd sighted her target. The bullet went over the car with both men ducking low. Jaden reloaded scowling and this time sighting her target pulled the trigger.

The bullet hit the tree just as they pulled out of the clearing. Dean cursed, green eyes flashing as the bullet showered them with woodchips. He looked over his shoulder guiding the Impala over the narrow dirt road until he found a spot to turn around. More and more he was finding the open road appealing.

"Fucking hate camping!" he shouted.

Boot Hill Ice Caves…

They were loud, telling jokes, laughing, giggling. Blake and Elliot led the way carrying both igloo's. Dusty and Syrus followed with the third igloo and the bar-b-q pit while the girls brought up the rear with the sleeping bags and snacks. Even with Noël trying to draw her into the fun Phade just couldn't muster up much enthusiasm.

'I shouldn't have come.'

In LA she hadn't been so rebellious. She'd never snuck out of her house, especially in the middle of the night to go off with some kids she barely knew to some haunted caverns. She didn't talk back to her parents, didn't do half the things she'd been doing since starting at the new school, since her Father had moved them to Indiana…

'I want to go home.'

She couldn't help feeling like they were punishing her. They said this was home, Ft. Wayne, Indiana. This was home and she had to get used to it.

She had to get used to it. Her.

But it was alright for them to ignore the truth, at least when it was Phade who was telling it. Hurt and resentment were buried deep. She felt alone, she was the freak of the family, the one who made up stories about demons and men with yellow eyes because she couldn't handle watching Aunt Luc get run over. She couldn't accept the truth, that bad things happened to good people all the time for no reason at all.

"Jaden," Noël called with a grin. "What are you dreaming about over there? Come on."

Phade ambled over, her boots leaving perfect prints in the top layer of dirt on the cavern floor. She helped Noël set up her sleeping bag a little away from the rest. She had no doubt about where and who Noël was going to spend the night with. Phade cast a wary glance at Dusty. He'd already laid out his sleeping bag, not far from the fire and lay on his back talking to Leighton. The cheerleader kept sneaking glances at Phade but if the older girl expected a jealous girlfriend she was going to be disappointed.

Phade didn't care one way or another. The only reason she'd even agreed to be Dusty's girlfriend was because he was the popular jock in school. The easiest way to get noticed and be left alone was to date him, exempting girls like Leighton who felt she'd cut in halfway through the dance.

"Don't let her bother you." Noël said following Phade's gaze to the pair. "She's had this thing for Dusty since I can remember but he doesn't even know it." She shook her head chuckling softly. "He's such an idiot."

Phade couldn't help smiling though she bit her tongue to keep from agreeing. Out of the girls Noël was the one Phade was the most comfortable with. The older girl didn't treat her like an outsider; she made the effort to include Phade in whatever they were doing. It was Noël who'd introduced her to the small group of friends.

Once again Phade surveyed each of the kids, starting with Noël who turned back to the sleeping bag she was spreading on top of the first.

Tonight she'd pulled her light brown hair into a braid, a few wisps framing her face. Phade admire the dark hazel eyes wishing hers were half as interesting. Noël didn't have freckles either, just creamy olive skin and naturally rosy heart shaped lips. Glancing at the overalls the older girl chose for the camp out she could see Noël really looked comfortable in anything. The blue thermal would keep her warm until she snuggled under the sleeping bag with Syrus.

Phade turned to look for him easily spotting the dark head bent over the bar-be-q pit. She smiled as he shoved the long black locks out of his face yet again but he refused to cut it. Phade thought it looked good on him but what drew her attention were his eyes. She'd never seen any like his before, a deep blue with gray flecks. It was cool and she'd said as much the first time she met him. Noël had laughed; not at all bothered another girl was openly admiring her boyfriend.

Syrus winked startling Phade but Noël quickly got up and went to his side. Smiling Phade watched Syrus envelope Noël in his big jacket. She sighed and looked away from the cozy pair. Her eyes fell on Elliot; the brown head was bent over rooting through Melina's bag of snacks. He was just as big as the other guys but he didn't really play anything other than football. He'd grown up on the same block as Syrus and Dusty, all of them almost inseparable but it was Elliot and Syrus who were best friends. Not far from him stood Blake. His pale blond head kept turning, his blue eyes taking in everyone. Like Elliot, Blake wore his letterman jacket, extremely proud of his jock status. His jeans were already streaked with dirt at the knees from helping set up the fire. All the guys had dirt on their jeans, Syrus and Dusty also had charcoal stains on their pant legs.

Phade didn't know what Dusty could have in common with Blake but even so they were best friends. They went almost everywhere together, Dustys's yellow blond head just an inch over Blake's pale blond.

Phade looked over at her boyfriend still talking to Leighton. His pale blue eyes closed and he laughed. Leighton tilted her auburn head, the fire bringing out the reddish highlights. Her gaze took in the white button down blouse missing the top buttons, the dark denim jeans that fit like a second skin, down to the leather boots. She'd worn a lavender sweater jacket that didn't help much with the cold night. Leighton shivered delicately, lazily casting a glance over her shoulder towards Phade.

Phade wondered why they'd never gotten together; even she could see the older girl liked him. Where another guy would have offered a jacket or even one of the blankets Melina had brought along for her to keep warm, Dusty completely ignored Leighton's cold shiver.

Phade rolled her eyes wondering what the hell she'd been thinking in the first place. That was her boyfriend not being a gentleman. Hell, it wasn't even that because now a days what guy was a gentleman? Phade didn't count her brothers because they been taught different by her Dad but it was common courtesy wasn't it?

She watched the guys start on the beers; noted Noël's disapproving frown and Syrus' placating smile. Phade didn't like being in the caverns, she didn't like they'd brought beers or how the sleeping bags were arranged all separated… She looked at Dusty again and scowled.

'If he thinks I'm getting in there with him he's gonna have one hell of a time trying to reproduce in the future.'

She looked at the igloo's noting there was plenty of ice to make him a pack.

"I can't believe you've never had a S'more." Melina tisked coming up behind Phade. "I like your dress."

Phade glance down at her overall mini, blushing slightly. She hadn't thought about her outfit, just grabbed the first thing hanging on the back of the door. She wasn't cold either, her cream thermal top spotted with tiny little hearts kept her warm as did the black tights. Phade stuffed her gloveless hands into the short styled navy coat her Mom had found in the thrift store the year before and stared at her boots. They were the only expensive item she wore but she'd bought them with her own money even with her Mom protesting the expense.

"Uhm, thanks." Phade murmured feeling a flush of heat suffuse her face.

"You're not cold?" Melina asked.

"Nah, thermal top," Phade said plucking at her collar. "And I've got tights so…" she trailed off with a shrug. Melina smiled and the silence stretched uncomfortably.

"Well, let's make some s'mores." Melina said a little too cheerfully and turned to the fire. Phade watched her, the bright pink turtleneck peeking from the cuffs of her jacket. She wore dark jeans as well and comfortable looking half boots.

Phade glanced around the glowing cavern, noticing the easy way they all just…were. She sighed and missed her friends at home.

"Hey!" Leighton called. "I've got an idea."

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Dean was pissed off and looking at the road only gave him plenty of scratches to 'admire'.

"This was your fault!" he yelled tossing a glare at his brother. "Look at my car!"

Sam opened his mouth wondering how that made any sense.

"Her demon mutt scratched up my car! She sicked her mutt on me!" Dean exclaimed.

"You?" Sam echoed. "You weren't alone! She sicked her dog on me too, Dean!"

"You? Sam look at my car!" Dean demanded pointing out the windshield.

"That can get fixed, Dean and I don't see how this is my fault." Sam protested. He turned in his seat and pointed at his brother. "You're the one diving in-."

"This was your idea!" Dean cut in. "You're the one who wants to camp out all of a sudden!" he turned to glare at his brother. "Your fault! Yours, Sam!" Dean's voice rose, his face flushed red but he couldn't close his eyes and pretend his beloved Impala didn't get scratched up. All because his little brother had the itch to camp out.

Sam stayed quiet; bit his lip to keep from yelling back. It wasn't realistic to blame him for the scratches on the car but he knew how attached Dean was to the Impala, the sentimental value he placed on the car.

"Now what?" Sam murmured sitting glumly.

"What, what?" Dean finally asked. He cast a side glance at Sam frowning at his brother's depressed expression. He'd yelled at him worse when they were younger so getting upset over this current yelling match made no sense.

"She thinks I'm evil, Dean." Sam turned to his brother with a sigh. After all this time, with Gordon trying to kill him, now he had to worry about her too?

Dean opened his mouth but he couldn't tell Sam he was wrong, that they had nothing to worry about with Jaden because she knew them. Only she didn't, not anymore.

"You're not evil." Dean stated in a firm voice. He kept his eyes on the road refusing to look at his brother.

"She thinks you're evil." Sam scoffed shaking his head. It was typical of his brother to ignore the obvious especially when he didn't want to acknowledge there was danger. Jaden was posing a threat now, one they couldn't afford to ignore. Not after what almost happened with Gordon.

"Well, we're not." Dean retorted sending a slight scowl at Sam.

"Dean-."

"Look," he cut in. "We already explained it wasn't us. We didn't open the door, we didn't let those demons out." but the fact remained most hunters believed it was their fault. Nothing Ellen or Bobby said made a difference. People were going to believe what they wanted but when those people were hunters it tended to pose a problem for the Winchester's. They couldn't afford to be looking over their shoulders all the time and forgetting about the danger could get them killed.

'I didn't make that deal for some hunter to come and kill my brother.' Dean thought.

"She doesn't believe that, Dean." And that's what had Sam worrying. She didn't remember them, didn't remember helping them… Jaden blamed them for the demons and-.

'Her friend.' He sat up, her words playing in his head again.

"Because of you I lost a friend! It's you're fault he's dead!"

But who was dead?

"Too damn bad." Dean retorted.

"It's like Gordon all over again." Sam murmured though his mind was puzzling out her words.

"I doubt…" Dean trailed off, he'd been about to deny she'd go so far but she had shot at them. She missed but she did shoot at them. Was she really going to try and kill them? Would Jaden hunt them down?

Boot Hill Ice Caves…

She never wanted to go exploring. She didn't want to get separated from the group. She didn't even want to leave the fire!

"You're such a child." Leighton had said though she'd been gloating. "I knew you'd bring us down."

Yeah, she was the party pooper, and Dusty? He didn't bother defending his girlfriend. He'd looked annoyed but he wasn't the reason she'd gone along with Leighton's 'suggestion'. No, Phade found herself strolling through the dark supposedly inhabited caverns with her jock of a 'boyfriend' wishing she'd stayed home or at the very least hadn't jumped in just because she was goaded by that… that… Phade scowled again, cursing the older girl in her head and gripped the flashlight tighter.

There was no one else to blame. Hadn't Luis told her she didn't always have to be so tough? Of course he did, too many times to keep count but she didn't listen. She didn't like it when people looked at her with pity. She didn't like being thought of as weak and she wasn't going to let these new kids think she was easy to push around either.

'Right and how is this getting your point across?'

The truth was it wasn't proving anything other than how easy it was to manipulate her. Tell Phade she couldn't or shouldn't and there she was proving she could and would even if it was stupid.

'Trouble. That's why I'm always getting in trouble.' But was she going to wise up? Maybe in a couple of years…

Phade twisted her hand around the flashlight, it was a remnant of her old life, of fun days with Timmy, both kids riding around in the patrol car with Uncle RJ.

'It was my fault.'

Guilt filled her, the sting of tears burned in her eyes but she refused to let them fall.

'No crying. You're too old to cry so knock it off.'

Dusty pulled her around, his touch startled Phade. She looked up, a little afraid but he was grinning, leaning down towards her.

"What are you doing?" she pulled away, frowning. Dusty looked confused before annoyance set in.

"What do you think?" he snapped, tired of her always pulling away when they were alone. "I'm trying to make out with my girlfriend."

"Here?" Phade demanded aiming her light at the dirt floor and rocks.

"What do you think we're doing here, Jaden?" Dusty demanded.

"Being stupid and listening to your friend." Phade snapped. She was fed up with him, with Leighton and the rest of them. She turned on her heel intent on going back to the fire when Dusty grabbed her arm.

"Baby," he began in a cajoling tone, a patronizing smile on his face. "You don't have to be afraid." He pulled her close holding onto her upper arms.

Phade glared, she hated his fake sympathy. At that moment he reminded her of Blake. The way he'd mess with the freshman girls that drooled over him… He was such a jerk.

"Don't." Phade warned and shrugged off his hands.

"What is your problem?" Dusty demanded completely annoyed with her. He just couldn't understand what was wrong with her but he felt unappreciated. After all, he was the popular one, she should've been thankful he deigned to date her when he could've been going out with the other senior girls.

"My prob-." Phade choked back her anger. "My problem is this stupid camp out. My problem is I'm here instead of home. I'm in the middle of nowhere! That's my problem." She finished, wishing once again she was back in LA. This wasn't home; it never would be, not for her.

"You're lucky I've stuck with you this long." Dusty snapped.

"Stuck with me?" Phade echoed. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. He actually thought she cared. Phade laughed. "Menso, I'm the one who's put up with you!"

"Put-." Dusty spluttered. "Fucking English!" he hated that he couldn't understand them. It was annoying when Noël started whispering to Syrus but then he went and took Spanish class sophomore year and he'd only been dating Noël a month! "Speak English! This is America."

"Learn the language, asshole!" Phade yelled pushing past him.

"Ass-." Dusty yanked her around. "You dirty spic!"

"Pendejo!" Phade cursed trying to pull out of his hold. "Suéltame, Luis has been looking for an excuse to kick your ass!" she kicked his shin and threatened but Dusty held onto her arm. "Get off!" Phade swung the flashlight at his arm, forgetting how heavy it was. Dusty let out a pained yell and cursed but let go of her.

"You're fucking crazy!" he yelled.

"And don't forget it, bitch!" Phade snapped. She watched Dusty warily and clutched the flashlight in her hand ready to swing like Uncle RJ had taught her and then run like hell.

Dusty opened his mouth, a string of curses on the tip of his tongue when they heard the echo. Phade jumped turning towards the sound and bumped into Dusty. Phade stiffened, brown eyes wide and filled with fear. She could feel her chest grow tight, her breathing become shallow.

"That was Leighton. She's trying to freak me out." Phade turned to look up at Dusty, her tone demanding. "Right? She's faking isn't she?" but Dusty didn't answer. "You planned this-." Phade grabbed at his jacket when they heard it again. She yelped, turning towards the sound but it was coming from a different direction.

Dusty's arm snaked around her waist pulling her into his side. It pissed her off again. They had planned it, tried to scare her-. Phade pushed away from Dusty glaring at him.

"Fine!" he yelled. "Make your own fucking way back alone!"

Phade watched him walk off, his little flashlight barely visible in the dark cavern.

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