Episode: Season 6 - Exile on Main Street Pt. 2

The smell of barbecue on the grill filled my nose as I stepped out onto the patio, my floral dress swishing against my legs. I frowned down at it. Oh, what I did to be normal. I'd rather be wearing a Def Leppard t-shirt but Dean had vetoed that idea, much to his own chagrin as well. But as much as I hated to wear it, I did like the looks Dean would sneak my way when I did. The hot sun beat down on my bare arms as I walked over to the buffet table to fill up a plate when an arm snaked around my waist.

I squealed slightly in surprise and grinned when Dean pecked my cheek, his lips warm and soft against my skin. His fingers dug into the material of my dress and I smirked, blushing.

I put my hand over his and intertwined our fingers, "Not here, tiger,"

"What? I'm not allowed to enjoy just a little PDA with my girlfriend?" he whispered in my ear before nibbling it gently.

A giggle bubbled up from my throat and I just shook my head at him as more guests came out onto the patio.

"What a surprise meeting you here, Dean," a female voice spoke up and the smile melted from my face.

And as I turned around, it only confirmed it being who I thought it was - Lisa. She wore a skimpy, little mini-dress - way too short for mixed company and her hair fell in dark ringlets around her face. I glanced down at my own hair - now much longer than it had been, dyed with light brown streaks and frowned. Walking over to Dean she beamed up at him just as his hand released me and my frown deepened.

"Uh, yeah, we got invited," he shrugged with a small smile.

She giggled like it was the funniest thing and I rolled my eyes, making a face behind her back.

"Ben and I did, too. We thought it'd be fun to just get together with the neighbors," she said in a syrupy sweet voice.

Dean just nodded in response when suddenly, I noticed her hand sliding up his chest. Tilting her head to the side, she arched an eyebrow at him.

"Dean, have you been working out since the last time I saw you?" she cooed and this time, I know I threw up in my throat.

I crossed my arms over my chest, giving Dean a warning look. But when he looked up at me, he just shrugged, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as to why I was mad. Huffing, I spun on my heel and headed back into the house. Needless to say, we didn't talk the rest of the day. The drive back to the house was quiet and I slammed the door of his pick-up truck on purpose as I got out. Marching into the house, I quickly went up to our shared bedroom and slammed that door, too.

I heard Dean sigh from downstairs before the backdoor opened and closed, signaling he'd gone out. What was his problem? Didn't he know the little tramp was flirting with him?! Flopping down onto the bed, my hair fanned out around me, my face pressed into the blanket. Sighing to myself, my eyes began to flutter closed. I was long due a nap.

When I woke up a little later though, it had grown dark outside. Looking to my right, I noticed the clock: 12:47 AM. Frowning, I also noticed Dean wasn't in bed beside me. Lifting myself up off the bed, I headed downstairs. But it was too quiet and it put me on edge. Retrieving my handgun from the table in the hallway, I aimed it in front of me, stealthily making my way to the kitchen.

But when I walked into the room, I saw Dean standing there. Worry and concern was reflected in his green eyes and he immediately pulled me into his chest, arms wrapping around me tightly.

"Where have you been?" he asked frantically and I could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

"I've just been upstairs. You knew that..." I told him, eyebrows furrowing in confusion,"Dean, what's wrong?"

He pulled away from me then and I knew something wasn't right.

"Go upstairs and pack a bag," he ordered me and I frowned.

"Where are we going?" I asked him, arching an eyebrow briefly.

"I'm taking us to Bobby's house," he replied shortly.

I gaped up at him, "Wh-what are you talking about? Bobby? Why?"

Heavy footsteps walking into the kitchen behind Dean then and I glanced up. My blood ran cold and it felt like all the air was sucked from my lungs.

"Oh my gosh...Sam..." I breathed out shakily.

His brown hair was a bit longer, nearly brushing his shoulders but his hazel eyes were the same as they had been. I shook my head vehemently, refusing to believe it. Moving quickly, I snatched one of the kitchen knives from the knife block. Stepping closer, I stabbed at Sam's arm, effectively slashing his skin. He hissed in pain slightly as tiny drops of blood oozed from the cut. My eyes widened in shock, still gaping up at him.

I was just about to go for the salt when Dean grabbed me around the waist from behind, holding me back.

"Parker, Parker! Parker, stop! It's Sam! It's really him, okay? I checked!" he said, trying to calm me down.

I breathed hard as I stopped thrashing in his arms, just looking over at my best friend. Slowly, Dean released me. Silence ensued then as my breathing slowed down a bit and my eyes met his.

"Sammy?" I croaked and slowly, he nodded.

In two strides, I had jumped into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist with my face buried in his neck. I sobbed, fingers digging into his plaid t-shirt, holding on as if I never wanted to let go. He rubbed my back up and down gently before placing me on the floor once more. I gazed up at him with watery brown eyes and gave him a small smile. He returned it and finally, it felt like our lives were complete. We were all back together again.

But when my eyes met Dean's, I knew something was off just by the look on his face. Maybe not everything was as okay as I'd thought.