Memories (A Supernatural Fanfiction)

Middle Of The Street

Lia's POV

I still sit on the hood, and am sipping a glass of sweet tea that Nina DeLauro had brought out to me, when I see the two suits walking torwards me.

I can't help but laugh when I see them, sweat drenching from their foreheads.

"You are an evil bitch, but it's a damn good thing we love your pretty face." Dean says, gasping for air.

"Oh come on, you could have let me keep my car, and we wouldn't have this problem." I say. "Besides,  I got our monsters, I'm just unsure of what they are."

"Where did you get the tea?" Sam asks, still dripping with sweat.

"While you boys were walking here, I made a friend." I smirk. "Nina!"

The old lady walk out onto her porch, and can't help but laugh at them also. Walking down her steps she introduces herself.

"You must be Sam, you are so tall." She says. "And you must be Dean, she did say you were the hotter one."

I blush, and I feel their eyes bore into me, as I surpress another giggle.

"Nina, we can help. I promise. Just get the boys some drinks so they quit whining, and then we can do some research." I smile.

The boys stare at me with disbelief, as Nina goes back inside to grab them drinks.

"Okay, what have we got?" Sam asks.

"Well I guess the Anderson's neighbors to the right," I point at the seemingly cheerful yellow house. "Have always been odd, even in childhood,  and hated the victim."

"They are witches." Comes a voice from behind me, causing me to jump and nearly fall off the hood of the Impala.

"Damn it, Cas." Dean sighs, looking torwards the ground.

"What, I was helping." Cas says.

"You can't just zap here in the middle of the street." Dean begins.

"What the hell is goin on?" I ask, losing my speechlessness.

"Uhh.." Dean starts.

"I'm an angel of the Lord, I thought you knew that." Cas explains.

"How would she know, she has never met you." Sam argues.

"Yes she has, I saved her when she was just a child, I showed her mother how to seal the demon inside the locket. I visited her when she was growing up." Cas says, his eyes hurt.

My eyes grow wide in recognition. The memories come rushing back, and I see from my own perspective, looking up at Cas, and him coloring with me, when Jeff thought I was asleep.

I brush away a stray tear. "Sorry, I don't remember that, but thank you." Lying hurts, but I know it is for the better, I don't want them thinking that words can bring me back my memories, it would be too much false hope.

"Well what are we waiting for, let's gank these bitches." I continue, as Nina walks out with a tray of tea.

"Aww come on Lia, just let us get a drink first." Dean whines, I raise my arms in defeat.

"Fine, Cas come with me, let's go interrogate the witches." I say, and once more, aganist their protesting cries, I walk across the street practically dragging Cas with me by his trench coat.

"I'm sorry about your memories Lia." Cas begins.

"No, don't start the angel sympathy crap with me Cas. I'm fine, really." I growl, ringing the doorbell, and then tapping my foot impatiently.

An older gentlemen answers the door, he is rather tall, thin, wrinkly, grey haired, and has the most cobalt blue eyes I have ever seen.

I flash my badge. "Gary Simon? We are hear to ask you a few questions about Walter Anderson, your neighbor."

"Oh miss, I'm so sorry, my wife and I were just about to leave for bingo at the Hall." Gary answers hurriedly.

"I'm sorry, but this is now a federal investigation, we need to speak with you and your wife." I say, putting one foot forward. 

Amidst his grumbles I hear "Come on in." and I do, Cas following close behind me. The house is bigger than one would imagine from a street view, light, with plenty of natural light from the floor to ceiling windows. Without Cas's angel powers, I wouldn't believe the witches lived in this house.

"I'm so sorry for barging in here Mr. Simon. We just have a few questions, and then we will be leaving."

"Not as sorry as you should be dearie." Comes a ladies voice, and instantly I feel sick to my stomach. Invisible ropes bound me to the easy chair, I had chosen to sit in. "You will just be another poor victim." The old lady who had walked from the back of the house to the living room, was terrifying. She was old looking, but not with the face of a grandmother, think more serial killer, cat lady.

"Cas, go get the boys." I shout, and then I hear the flapping of wings and sigh internally with relief.

"An angel? Oh that's a nice surprise. Oh, and a half demon that escaped from hell all on her own. It's shocking really, how did you do that dearie? Now, we can give your dead body to Aegean,  and all of his worries will be gone." Barb Simon hisses.

The front door is kicked open, and I see the boys enter the house weapons drawn.

"Not so fast, she is my half demon." Dean says, before stabbing Barb Simon with a force I guess I didn't know he possessed.

Sam tries to stab Gary, but Dean pushes him back, and stabs him quite easily.

As soon as Gary's dead body falls to the ground with a dull thud, the invisible ropes seem to disappear, and I stand up.

Dean's chest rises and falls quite rapidly, as he stares at me. Those eyes bring a whole new memory, one I blush thinking about. So, I do something crazy, I walk over and kiss him.

You know what? It felt right.

AN: Sorry this update took so long, it has been a hectic week. Well hope you enjoyed it, and please let me know what you think! I love hearing from you guys!