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Samantha: here it is, people said they liked the conversations at the start so here's another one; I'm the little one, so im doing the note. Read and Review my friends. puppy dog eyes

My Fight Not Yours by Deana and Samantha

Sam's PoV

The voice called again. It's luring innocence making me move faster.

"Sammy?"
There it is again, a voice so angelic, calm, gentle...god I wish I could see the owner of the voice again, I miss her.
"Sammy?" It whispers in my ear.

I close my eyes, barely realizing I was in Kansas.
"Sammy? You're too late..." My slow and mournful walked turns into a run, as I storm through the house I knew so well, past the window Dean climbed through seven months ago. I pause slightly remembering why he had come...

The voice calls to me again and I force myself to run faster, I pause again in the kitchen my eyes settling on the plate of cookies.
"Sam, Love You, Jess." I read the tiny note on the dish, the sight of the small and neat writing makes my eyes water. Gulping I pick up one of the cookies, they were her specialty.

I smash through the door, our white door...
Toppling into our room, the bed made...Blood dripping onto my pillow.
"Too late..." the voice calls again. I look to the roof...it is her, the pale face staring at me, blank blue eyes accusing me...
I'm sorry...
"Too late..."
I let my tears fall,

"Jess?" I whisper.
"Why didn't you save me Sammy? Why did you let me die?"
I shake my head. "No...I..."
"Too late Sammy...!"
I shake my head frozen to the spot. And then you scream...fire flames through my vision and I feel like I'm burning with you...
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO, JESSICAAAAAAAAAA!"

The dull roar of Black Sabbath brings me back to reality, Dean is staring fixedly at the road, occasionally glancing at me, his eyebrows raised in question. Sighing I know I haven't screamed out like I used to, but I must have woken quickly or muttered something.

"Sammy?" Dean asks, turning down the music slightly, only slightly. "Have another dream?"
I nod, no point lying to Dean, he can always tell. Brotherly instincts or something.
"The 'Shining'?" he inquires and I shake my head, he nods, "Jess?" He takes my silence as a yes.

"Don't beat yourself up Sam, it's been what? Seven Months...?" I smile, he sounds so...forced, his hated "Chick Flick" moments, and here he is starting one.
"I know." I say, keep it short, he likes it that way.

"Good." The music goes back up, Dean is humming and the conversation over, some degree of normalcy returned...saved before the chick flick moment.

I settle back into my seat. I watch trees whiz by and barely notice when the car engine comes to a dull murmur and then stops.

"Sammy?" Dean's voice breaks into my trance. "Come on, I'm starving...get your butt outta the car." His voice is whiny and I roll my eyes, opening the car door and climbing out to find Dean already heading towards the restaurant.

Rolling my eyes again I follow suit.

The restaurant is dingy; Dean looks right at home though. He sits at the furthest table and stares at me until I sit down opposite him. His eyes light up when he sees a twenty-ish waitress come over.

"Hi, what can I get you?" She asks, her eyes running over Dean.

"Well hi." Dean says, flashing one of his famous smiles. Chicks always melt under that smile. The waitress smiles, winking to him as she takes our orders. Dean watched her go, then turns to me.

"What?" He demands as I raise my eyebrows.

"Found anything yet?" I ask, motioning to the paper already open before him. I decide to say nothing, having long ago given up on discouraging his habit of switching girls every time we move. I simply shake my head as he rustles the paper, obviously hiding his discomfort.

"What is it you're not telling me? Have you found something or not?" I try to hold in laughter as Dean's face flushes slightly. "Dean?" I demand again, almost begging him to answer me. He bites his lip and his eyes lower to the page.
"People are...going missing upstate...the town we were in when I was in grade 9..." He trailed away.
"Dean?" I wait for an answer, there's something up, something he's not telling me. I make my best puppy dog eyes and wait for him to crack under them.

Dean's PoV

Should I tell Sammy? No, the answer is almost instant, he would worry, I need him to be at his best for this hunt. Sighing, I fold the paper again, casting around for a subject change...purposely avoiding the eyes. I know he's are giving me the puppy dog eyes, and I won't, I will not can't cave under them this time.

I can remember the day I found out about all of this.

Sammy was fast asleep, as usual. His snores had kept me up so I was on the net, as always. Sam looks so sweet when he's asleep, its like he lets the mask down, he becomes the little defenceless Sammy from the night I carried him from our burning house, the night mum died.
I wish I could let my guard down sometimes, but even in sleep it is like I'm awake. But I'd do anything for Sam to stay that relaxed.

The net was boring...nothing unusual on the usual sites I check. Sighing, I had sculled the coffee I had not realized I had bothered to make and glanced over at Sam. Falling into my thoughts.

A gentle tone from the computer dragged my eyes back to the screen and I almost died of shock when I realized there was an email to Dean Winchester. Me.

Weird. It's not like I have friends to keep in contact with, and Dad's friends always call about jobs. My heart missed a beat when I recognized the sender's ID. It was one I memorized when I was thirteen. Jackieholman...I know that email address.

Jackie was in my grade nine science class, and as I regretfully recall she dumped me publicly on the last day of term. I thought she was just writing to say hi, or that she wanted to get together again after realizing how much she loved me, how wrong could I have been?

I look back into the soppy, trusting eyes. "We have a job Sammy." I smirk. "What's to tell? Scared?" I challenge, trying to look smug. Apparently it works. He smiles and we stand up. Finally, we're getting out of this place.

I watch Sam's retreating back and then suddenly realize I should be following. Rolling my eyes I stand and jog after him, diving into the front seat of my baby and waiting for him to join me.

As Sammy sits beside me and my music kicks up again I smile, all memories of the email gone, just content with the moment.

To Be Continued

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