Date: Sat, 9 Jun 2007 15:05:08 -0700 (PDT) From: Jason Decade Subject: Supernatural 14 Supernatural: Outer Beings Disclaimer: Do I even have to say that, Dean, Sam, and John are owned by the WB, the CW, and Warner.Please do not plagarize or anything. LOVE YA Chapter 14: What I've Done " Do you have what I need." Luciena Ortega asked. " YOu got what I need?" Darrow asked. " Info on those boys? Yeah, they're somewhere near San Francisco and probably headed to Hollywood." Luciena smiled, " Now I want mine." " Here you go!" Darrow said, shooting her in the face, " Just what you deserve, judas." he said, walking out her door. I stood at the door, arms folded, staring at Dean's attempt to talk to Sam. I love the guy, but he had a knack for not knowing what to say and making things worse. He couldn't sugarcoat. Good for truth or dare, but not so good for heart to hearts. Finally he gave up after Sam stopped responding to him. Dean got frustrated and stormed out of the room. I just shook my head and walked into the room. " I'm sorry" I said sadly. Sam looked up at me, " Why?" he asked. " That you had to shoot her after you..." I started. Sam shut his laptop and looked up at me, " Why are you sorry? You told me that I'd have sex with the werewolf, but I did it anyways. Imean, it's not like you should be sad. I dumped you and..." he ranted. " I know what it feels like." I interrupted, " To kill someone you have feelings for. It's unbearable. I had to blow up my house to get over it. Still not entirely there." " You know what it feels like?" Sam asked angrily, " I...she didn't even know what she was and maybe we could have saved her!" " By doing what?" I asked. " Something" he said sharply, " Anything." I hugged him, " YOu did. If she would have remember any of that, she wouldn't be able to live with herself and, Sam, you're a hero." I said into his shoulder. " A hero?" he asked, " No. Heroes don't..." " Save people. I think they do." I said quickly. I could hear Sam's sniffles, " I...um, we need to find Ava." he said, parting from me. " It's not going to go away easily." he looked at me, " The pain." I said without thinking. Sam stopped and looked up at me, " You're still in pain?" he asked. " Have you met me?" I asked, " I've been reunited with three people I haven't seen in forever after my father dies, dumped by one, killed my best friend, who I had a crush on, and almost died three or four times." I confessed, " So yeah." " Which one hurt the most?" he asked. " The part where I couldn't manage to hang onto any of those." I said pensievely. " I'm like a curse. First Jessica, then Ava, then you...and..." he started, opening his laptop. I frowned and moved to the bed, shutting his laptop, " I can't speak for them, but for me you were a gift. You can't shut me out like you can Dean, I don't give up." I said honestly. Before I could do anything he reached over and kissed me, " I love you." he said. I sighed and moved back, " Maybe, one day, we can be back there, but interoffice dating isn't my style these days." I said walking to the door, " Plus I'm dating Dean." " I should have come after you." he said. " Yeah. I should have left." I said, leaving the room. " Do you think he'll be in there long?" Dean asked, peeking at sam through the door. Silence " Oh, come on, I wasn't going to seduce her, I was just going to..." Dean pleaded. Silence " I think I'm sick. You should take care of me." he smiled. I tried to hide my smile, " Stop." I said, " You're not funny." " I sorta am." he chuckled, " Look, I really wasn't gonna do anything with the chick. she was hot, but you're..." he said, checking me out. " Is this the part where I say, 'really?' and we kiss?" I asked, " SO not gonna happen." I said, walking away. " Why not?" he asked, sitting beside me, " I missed you." " I kinda figured." I said, walking to the living room and sitting on the couch. " And why is that?" he asked, sitting beside me again. " You got none and you saw nothing but dead people, so...wait, did you see something?" I asked. " No. No, it was nothing." he said sheepishly. " What'd you do?" I asked. Dean scoffed, " You know when you called me and I said I was checking out a party? I was at a strip club." he confessed. I was really mad! I was at the top of pissed and he wasn't at the bottom, " What?" I asked, standing. " Ok, I get it, you're mad! But I looked, didn't touch." he said, holding up his hand to avoid the pillow I threw. " No, you don't...You really don't get it!" I said angirly. " what was in that pillow?" Dean asked. " A brick." I answered, throwing another one, then walking to the kitchen, " I actually like you." " I lo...looo..." he tried to say, " I mean, I love you. So, that trumps everything." " I don't know if you're just saying that or you mean it. You're like King Immature of Immaturum." I raged. " Of course I mean it, why wouldn't I mean it?" he asked. " Because you're Dean. Tough, playboy of the Winchesters. Can't seperate love from lust and sometimes..." I paused. " Sometimes what?" he asked, folding his arms. " Sometimes I feel like I can't breath around you guys. It's like I'm gonna have to choose between you two and sometimes I wonder where...my heart is." I confessed. " Wait, so you don't know if you want me or my little brother." Dean asked angrily, " Listen to yourself, that's a bit trashy. I feel like I'm watching Jerry Springer." " It's how I feel and as far as me being trashy, you like." I frowned. " Not you, what you're saying. You have to choose, if you haven't." Dean asked. " I'm afraid." I said, causing him to look at me. " Of what? Me? Sam?" Dean asked. " Yes." I answered. Dean walked over and put his hands on my shoulders, " Yes?" he asked. " I love you." I said quietly, " And I love Sam, but he hurt me and I can't help but see the signs that you're going to hurt me too. The main importance is that I'm in love with you and you going and trying to sleep with someone else hurts." I said simply. Dean hugged me, " I looked, I swear, no touching." he frowned, " I only want to touch you." " I'm pretty sure that I want you to touch me." I said quickly. " Right now?" he smirked. " Nah." I smiled, " Not right here. Ok, maybe here, but not right now." " Damn my luck...are you sure cause I could..." he smiled, leaning over and kissing my neck. " I'm sure. Really sure." I smiled, " I'm not mad, but you are so in trouble." " Trouble?" he asked. " Yeah. The kind where I say I'm not mad, but I am and you can't do anything with me for a while." I smiled, walking away. " That sucks...when's that end? Baby?" he shouted after me.