Memories (A Supernatural Fanfiction)

We Still Hunt

Lia's POV

After finally being able to fall asleep, with my head resting on Dean's shoulder, I wake up the next morning refreshed.

Like I said last night, even if I didn't know who they were to me before, they made me feel like I was at home, like I was meant to be here with them. I head into the kitchenette, and am surprised to see Sam already there, making coffee.

"Good morning Lia." Sam says cheerfully, handing me a cup of coffee. I take a sip, and it tastes like heaven.

I sit down beside him at the table, as he types away at his laptop.

"So, how are you Sam?" I ask, feeling awkward.

"I am fine. The nore important question is, how are you?"

"I'm scared, to be honest. I feel like I should remember this, you and Dean, but I don't. It's scary to know that I had my memories ripped away from me." I say, taking another gulp of coffee.

"Don't worry about it, I'm sure after awhile your memories will come back."

"But, what if they never do Sam?"

"Don't think about that, we will get them back."

I smile. "Well, thanks Sam."

"No problemo." He says, continuing to type furiously.

I get up and finish my coffee, putting the mug on the table. Then I walk back to the living area, and see Dean still peacefully sleeping. I smirk a little, I hated to admit it, but I hoped he was my Dean.

"You know, you could just wake him up, instead of staring." Comes Sam's voice from the kitchenette.

I feel the heat rise to cheeks. "Shush."

"No seriously we have a case, we need to go."

I walk over to the couch, and gently shake Dean. "Hey, wake up sleepyhead."

His green eyes open slowly, and he grunts. "Five more minutes."

I laugh lightly. "No, you have to wake up now."

"Fine, only because I love you my beautiful wife."

I freeze. "What did he just say?"

"Oh God, I'm so sorry Lia." He says.

"Uhh..it's okay. Sam has a case for us." I say, turning my back torwards him and walk away back to Sam. Fiddling with my ring as I do, soaking in Dean's words.

"So, it's in Missouri. Some freaky storm came up quickly, and one man was found dead when the weather cleared." Sam tells us.

"Sounds, like maybe a witch or a vengeful spirit." I point out, and sam nods.

"Well let's go." Dean's gruff voice says, when he walks in shirtless. "No sense staying here if we have a case."

Sam and I nod, and I catch myself staring at Dean as I pack.

"Ready princess?" He asks, and my head snaps up.

"Princess." The word sends me back in time, I feel like I have been called that before, by him.

"Umm..yeah, let's go." I say, walking out of the door, Dean following me.

Sitting in the Impala, like last night, feels familiar. It was strange, I felt like I been in here before, but it was more like a movie than memories.

I sit up front, next to Dean, as Sam takes his place in the backseat.

After a long, and awkward drive, we arrive in Missouri without anything going completely wrong. Booking a hotel, amd changing into my pencil skirt, and heels feels wrong. I hated this part of hunting, the "becoming the law part."

With our fake credentials however, we are allowed by the local police force into the crime scene. The clearing looked like a mess, trees bent, leaves littering the ground, bushes completely ripped from the ground, and the decent amount of blood. Our victim, a seventy year old male, had a nice little "stab wound" that looked more like claw marks to me.

"Well Agent Waters are you ready to go check something else out for me?" Dean asks, playing his role as "Super Special" Agent Smith.

"I think so, I have a pretty good memory, so you boys stay here, I will dig a little deeper into the life of Walter Anderson." Before they can protest, I hop into the Impala and drive to the address that had been on his credit card. There I find more police already interrogating Anderson's wife Vicky.

Looking around, waiting for the cops to leave, I notice a neighber. She was an older woman, about Walter's age, with greying hair.

"Excuse me miss?" I say walking up, and flashing my badge. "Mind if I ask you a few questions about Walter Anderson?"

"Oh dear, I was caught snooping again wasn't I?" The old lady chuckles. "It's a nasty habit really, spying on the neighbors. However, it's really rather sad what happened to Walter, he was a kind man."

"Don't worry, I just need to know a bit more about him, if you could help us, it would be much appreciated." I say, giving the lady a polite smile.

"Oh anything for the FBI, my husband worked there for forty years, he passed recently, so I moved back home, here." She says, and I pull out my notebook, and start to write.

"Now, Miss, what is your name and age?" I say, starting the interview.

"Nina DeLauro, and I'm seventy-four."

"How long have you lived across the street from Walter and Vicky Anderson?"

"About a year now, but we all grew up here in our youth." Nina replies, with a hint of sadness in her voice.

"Okay, now was Walter acting strange lately? Anything off about him?"

Nina shakes her head, clearly appalled by my question. "Oh heaven's no! Walter was always the kindest gentlemen, there was nothing off about him!"

"Did Walter have any enemies?" I ask.

Her eyes flash with recognition. "I thought Walter died in some freak storm? Why would enemies have anything to do with that?"

"We are exploring all possibilities ma'am." I say. "If you could just answer my question that would be great."

"Well, their neighbors to the right, the Simons, Barb and Gary Simon, they grew up around here too, and nobody liked them, especially not Walter. I always thought there was something funny about Barb and Gary. Just last week Gary and Walter stood on their front lawns and shouted at each other. Other than that Walter knew no strangers, and everybody loved him."

"Thank you so much for your time Ms. DeLauro."

"Oh, no problem dear, and congratulations." I look down and remember my engagement ring.

"Umm..thanks."

I run down Nina DeLauro's front steps, and pull out my phone, to call Sam.

"You got something useful Lia?"

"Yes I do. Come down to the Anderson's house, I will fill you in when you get here."

"You want us to walk all the way across town? Since you do have the Impala." He points out.

"A little exercise wouldn't kill you two." I tease, with a small laugh.

"Fine, we will be there soon, maybe."

I hang up, and laugh, sitting on the hood of the black Chevy Impala, and fiddling with my ring. Wondering when my life would fit back together like the pieces of a puzzle.

Also, how we were going to gank these bitches.

AN: Whooo! Another chapter down! I hope everyone enjoyed it! Let me know below! I love hearing from my readers! :)