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Back to You- Chapter 3

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On a case, Sam Winchester saw a friend that he hadn’t seen in over ten years, Freya Scott. Freya was a blonde, fiery hunter with a serious skill set. The couple quickly realize how good they are for each other, in cases and life. With her, Sam starts to remember the possibilities he has outside of hunting, but when an accident rips them apart, will Sam ever be able to love anyone again? Will he be able to make it back to her?

Chapter Three, Someone Worth Having

Sam

"Pass the chips."

I glanced in the backseat at Freya who was leaning forward between us, grabbing for the chips in Deans lap.

"Back off, handsy." He said, slapping her hand away, his eyes never leaving the road. "Sammy, I think your girl wants me."

"I'm not his girl." "She's not my girl." We said at the same time.

"Uh huh."

"So did you two just kidnap me, or is there actually a case?" Freya asked, sounding bored.

"There's a case." I said, clearing my throat awkwardly. I handed her the newspaper article.

"You guys still pick up cases from the news papers?" Freya laughed, shaking her head. "It's all online now, boys. Get with the times." Her eyes skimmed the article. "Okay, so guy gets killed and neighbor swears she saw the mans wife go into the house shortly before the time of death." Her eyes flickered to mine in the rear view mirror. "And the wife's been dead for six months."

"Sounds like our kind of thing." Dean said smoothly.

"Nothing gets passed you, does it?" Freya laughed, folding up the newspaper. "Any info on the dead wife?"

"She died of cancer." I said nonchalantly.

"Hmm. Could be a spirit, I suppose, but why not just pop up in the house? Ghosts don't exactly use the front door."

"Revenant?"

"Possibly." She said with a shrug. "Guess we will just have to wait to find out. How much longer do we have? Tryin to decide if I should catch some shut eye. I always have to drive on the road, downside to hunting alone."

"A few hours." I said.

"Rest easy." Dean said, eyeing her in the rear view mirror.

She rolled her eyes, slid on her sunglasses, and put in her headphones. They were so loud that we could hear her music.

After about twenty minutes Dean cleared his throat. "Yo, Blondie. Aye, can you hear me?"

She didn't stir.

"Man leave her alone."

"I want to leave her alone, trust me. Just makin sure she's asleep before I ask for the dirt." He wiggled his eyebrows. "You didn't come for a drink last night. Don't tell me you went..." He snorted. "Out to eat."

"Christ, Dean!"

"What?" He was cackling. It took him a second to contain himself before he continued. "You don't exactly stay overnight with women often, Sammy."

"Yeah, I know that." She isn't just some woman.

"So?"

"So what? You need a play by play?"

"Uh yeah. I sure as shit do. Sexy, mysterious, badass blonde from your past shows up and you get her in bed on the first night. Does she have a complex, or what?"

"You're an ass." I could feel my cheeks heat up. Damn, Sam, fuckin cool it.

"You know, I think I remember her Dad. I was on that case with them. He was a bad motherfucker."

"So is she." I said smoothly.

"Yeah, I'm seein that." Dean eyed me. "Not tryin to pry, Sam. We just usually don't bring chicks along with us."

"You invited her."

"Well yeah, dude. She's a hunter and she was practically undressing you with her eyes the whole case. I'm a great wingman."

I rolled my eyes. "I don't need a wingman."

"That's pretty obvious." My big brother grinned. "So... is she the one who took your precious flower?"

"Excuse me?"

Dean wiggled his eyebrows. "You know what I mean. Does she hold your V-Card?"

I groaned and sunk in my seat. "Just drive, dude."

10 Years Ago

"So where are we going?" I asked Freya, trying to keep up with her, my lips still tingling from her kiss.

"You don't know how to go with the flow do you, Kansas?" She turned back to me with a wide grin.

"Not really." I admitted.

She laughed and shook her head. "Then you must really hate hunting. I feel like it's all by the seat of your pants."

"That's an understatement." I laughed dryly.

"I was thinking about sneaking into a movie. You in?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, okay."

We walked side by side, my eyes locked on her hand swinging by her side. Just do it. She kissed you! She obviously likes you. Just man up. Hold her hand. Dean would do it.

My pep talk wasn't taking me far, and I was mentally kicking myself for it. What's wrong with me?

We made our way to the movie theatre and hung by the back door. A movie was just letting out, and Freya slipped in behind a mother who was chasing her young child out the door. "Get back here!" She said desperately.

"Score." Freya murmured, grabbing the door. "After you."

I waltzed in through the door like I belonged there.

She looked like she belonged there as she walked past the theatres. "Ooh, yes!" She said, swooping out a large popcorn container out of the trash, and a cup.

"What're you doing?"

"Watch and learn." She grinned at me before walking to the concession stand.

"How can I help you?"

"I was hoping I could get a refill on my popcorn and drink."

"Of course, mam!"

"Is there any way we can get a new container?" She asked sheepishly. "My boyfriend dropped it on the way into the theatre and its been on the floor... we already cleaned up the spill. I'm so embarrassed." She covered her face like she was hiding a blush.

I knew my cheeks were hot, too, the moment she said boyfriend.

"I'm a klutz." I shrugged.

"Sure thing, mam. What would you like to drink?"

"Dr. Pepper." She said brightly, moving her hands from her face.

"You're an evil genius." I said, as we settled into our seats.

"It's a gift." She exclaimed, tossing a piece of popcorn and catching it in her mouth effortlessly. "Your turn." She said, tossing one to me.

I missed it by a mile. It hit my cheek and bounced off. I scratched my head. "Guess I wasn't joking about the klutz thing."

"It's cute." She murmured. "Hey, you have some butter..." She ran her thumb over my cheek and the slid it into her mouth. I swallowed hard, and leaned forward, swiftly pressing my lips to hers again in a soft kiss.

Freya

I stretched as we pulled up to our new digs for the night. "I'll grab the rooms." I said, tossing my legs out. "I need to change before we do the whole FBI Schtick."

"Sure." Sam and Dean shrugged.

I went into the motel and flashed my fake credit card. "Two rooms. One queen is fine in one and two fulls in the other, please."

I waited as she ran my card, tapping my nails against the counter. I sometimes wondered what it'd be like to be FBI for real. To be put up in a hotel that wasn't covered in taxidermy, or cowboy figurines.

"Here you go, Miss." She said, handing me the two keycards. "Thanks so much." I flashed her an award winning smile, before walking back out to the car. "Here ya go." I tossed the boys their key. "Don't worry, I got you a single so you can snuggle." I winked at them before grabbing my bag.

"Can I help?" Sam asked, eyeing my bag.

"I'm good." I said quickly, not even considering that he may just want some more alone time with me. He looked a little disappointed before I met his eyes with a wink. There would definitely be a repeat of last night if I had anything to say about it, but I knew if I brought that up now, Dean would be even weirder than he already was, and I didn't imagine that'd be helpful on a case.

"I'm going to get into my FBI gear, you boys meet me out here in fifteen?"

"You got it." Dean said, dramatically saluting me.

"God you're weird." I laughed, my eyes lingering on Sam, before I turned to my motel room.

Skinny slacks, nude heels, low cut blouse, open blazer, and lipstick. I fluffed my hair and stared at myself in the mirror. People always said sex made your skin look ten years younger. That sex makes you glow. Well, fuck, I was definitely glowing. I powdered my cheeks again and met the boys in the parking lot.

"Hey, nerds." I said, hiding behind my aviators.

"Woah, blondie. What's up with the heels. Not exactly easy to hunt in?"

"Dean, clueless as ever." I smiled tapping my heel. "The end is pure silver. Cute and practical." I grinned widely.

"Genius." Sam said. Poor guy had puppy dog eyes.

Poor me, because I was eating it up.

"Where are we headed first?"

"Morgue?"

"To look at the man, or his dead wifey?" I wiggled my eyebrows at the boys.

"She's been dead six months, Frey." Sams eyebrows came together. "I don't think she will be in the morgue."

"Exactly. If she's a Revenant then she won't be in her hole in the ground. So Rock Paper Scissors? Loser has to check the grave site?"

Dean groaned. "I fucking hate this game."

"Boo hoo! Didn't know big brother Winchester was such a cry baby." I teased.

Sam grinned back at me. "I'll bite." He said, holding out his hands to start the game.

"Rock, paper, scissors." The three of us chanted.

Dean groaned. "Fuck me, man."

"No thanks." I grinned. "Guess you've got grave duty, Sam, and I will check out the morgue."

"Cheater." Dean hissed, before he winked at Sam.

I quirked an eyebrow. Maybe he fudged the game so we could go alone together. I smirked. Sucker.

Sam and I went to the morgue, and flashed our badges. "What do you know?" I asked, my heels clicking on the cold floors of the morgue.

"Heart was eaten right out of his chest, and with how the blood is pooling...he was love when it happened." The mortician said, lifting the blanket off of the body. "We suspect an animal attack."

"Hm." Sam said. "Can I see the report?"

"Of course." The man handed him the folder.

I pulled a glove out of my pocket and slid my hand into it. I closely examined the bites. They didn't look like werewolf bites. The heart was gone, but there was something about the teeth marks. They looked almost human.

"Can you give us a second?" I looked up at the mortician sweetly.

He shrugged. "Yeah, I'll go ahead and have a smoke break. Take your time."

The door swung shut behind him.

"There are three other Vic's with the same MO." Sam said, flipping through the chart. "All of their hearts were gone."

"I know what you're thinking," I said slowly, "But keep your mind open."

"Okay. What do you have?"

"I don't think it was a werewolf. I think it was a Ghoul."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "A Ghoul? They don't feed on living flesh."

"Not usually." I said, gesturing for him to come over. "But look at these bites, Sam. These aren't werewolf teeth. There's no clawing... not like what we would usually see, and the neighbor saw his wife. I know they don't usually eat on live flesh, but what if this time they are."

He looked from the corpse up to my face. "Yeah, okay. I'm in. What's our next move?"

"Hunt the motherfucker down." I grinned widely. Maybe having hunting buddies wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Dean, what do you have?" Sam asked, clicking the phone on speaker.

"A whole bag of nothin, Sammy. The body is gone. Fuckin gone, man. Maybe shes a Revenant after all."

Sam and I locked eyes. Maybe this wouldn't be as cut and dry as we thought. I sighed. "Back to square one?"

"Not quite." Sam said slowly. "Meet us back at the motel in twenty, Dean."

"Yeah, sure Sammy. Let me just rebury this grave and skip along back to you. Yeah, fuck off man. You'll see me when you see me." Click.

"Man, he's in a bad mood." I frowned.

Sam shrugged. "He always loses Rock Paper Scissors. He turned toward me with an award winning smile, his dimples poking little craters in his cheek. His smile was infectious, I couldn't help but give in to the tugging at the corner of my own mouth to meet his bright grin with my own.

5 Years Later

"So," I watched at Sam, as I walked backwards in the snow. "What was she like?"

"Who?"

"The girl you lost. Freya, the love of your life." I said dramatically. I didn't know why I wanted to know. Maybe it was his sad puppy dog eyes. Maybe I just wanted to know what kind of girl he was into.

"She was... she was amazing. She was brilliant, fast, strong.. beautiful."

"And you thought I looked like her." I murmured. "That's quite the compliment."

He smiled sadly to himself.

"What else?"

"She was... she was a terrible cook." He laughed, his breath materializing in front of him in a puff of white. " I was always the one cooking, but I didn't really mind. She only knew how to make macaroni and cheese, and even then, the pasta was always undercooked."

"How'd you meet?"

"We were young. In high school, but we were apart for ten years and reconnected... guess we just keep doing that."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh.. nothing." He smiled widely. "Tell me about yourself, Maddie. How long have you lived in New York?"

"My whole life." I said with a wide smile. "I love it."

"You don't have a boyfriend?"

"No." I laughed shaking my head. "Not in the cards. No one has ever felt... right."

Sam nodded knowingly. "I completely get that."

"It's hard to find something worth having."

I didn't realize I'd stopped walking until he was right in front of me, our warm breath mingling together in the cold air. He wiped a snowflake off my cheek gently, like he'd done it a thousand times.

"Hard." He agreed, softly. "But not impossible."

There was an intensity about him that I didn't expect. Maybe he was a poet, or a playwright. They were always coming to the city for their big break. They were tortured souls. There was something behind Sam's eyes that told me he'd seen his fair share of torture already. "Where are you from, Sam?"

"Kansas." He said softly.

I smiled to myself. "Well, Toto, you aren't in Kansas anymore."

He forced a smile, and I took his gloved hand in mine. "Come on, Kansas. No sense in staying out in the snow. Let's go get that Thai. I'm starving."

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