Chapter 25

After the trio ate, Kylee drove them back to the bunker. When they all sat at one of the tables, Dean cracked into his cherry pie. Kylee, being her jokster self, grabbed the pie from under his fork. Dean glared at her while she had this odd look on her face. Dean stood up across from Kylee, and she stood up. She held the pie in her hand, and she pushed it into Dean's face. Dean responded by letting the pie fall from his face, and making a Bitch Face at the twenty three year old girl. She was acting like a three year old.

"So, how's that pie, Dean?" She asked, smirking.

Dean glared at her, "You are so funny, Kid."

"And I'm the funny kid who can beat your ass at a sparring match!" She chuckled. Kylee sat back down next to Sam.

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DEAN POV

Sam looked like he was about to pee himself when Kylee sat next to him. I mean, seriously! Sammy, get your damn head in the game! Seriously.

I saw Kylee look over to Sam, while I got up to wash my face. Damn piece of pie wasted. Sonofabitch. She knows how I love me some pie! Bitch.

After washing my face, I heard them talk in a hushed whisper. I wonder. Me being me, I quietly walked behind them, and listened in.

"Have you remembered much?" Sam asked, turning his head. Their heads were like two inches apart. I just wanted to push their faces together.

She glanced down, and shook her face, "No... Just uh- a little about... This-" she motioned between them. I smirked, something was gonna happen. The she looked into his gigantore eyes, "Why?"

I saw the colored parts of Sam's eyes move down, then back up, "Just wondering."

I rolled my eyes. Seriously. If they weren't gonna do something, I was gonna smash their-

Kylee had pressed her lips to Sammy's, and began to kiss him.

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SAM POV

Kylee pressed her lips to mine, and placed her hands on the sides of my face. It took me a moment, but I kissed her back. It was much needed, I just couldn't do it myself. The kiss became more heated, and I grabbed her hips. She hopped on to my chair, straddling me. Her hands moved into my hair, and messed it up a little.

I heard a cough, and Kylee and I pulled away. I looked behind me to see Dean with a smirk on his lips, and a laugh being pressed back. I looked back at Kylee, and she hand a red blush. She tucked a stray curly hair behind her ear.

"I mean, I don't mind the whole thing of my bro getting action," Dean motioned to us, "But, not right here. Or in front of me."

"Trust me, Dean. You'd only watch because it's free, live porn." Kylee shot.

I laughed, trying not to get smacked by Dean. I coughed awkwardly, and sat back. Dean smacked the back of my head. Kylee got off of me, and we got back to work. Dean left to grab pictures and Kylee's old phone.Kylee took her seat next to me, and leaned her head back. Her light blonde-ish brown curls swept over the chair and behind her-pressed against the chair. I looked at her, slightly cocking my head.

"Whatcha' staring at, Sammy?" She asked, her eyelids covering her blue orbs.

I looked away, "I like it when you call me Sammy." I mumbled, "And I'm just staring to stare. I missed you for a year and a half."

I saw her from the corner of my eye, opening her eyes, and sitting up to look at me, "If I remembered that far back, is probably would've been missing you, too. But, what matters is that we're here now."

"Okay, no chick-flick moments while I'm around." Dean interrupted, sitting across from Kylee and myself.

Kylee tapped her short nails against the table, "So, what's gonna be happenin' now?"

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KYLEE POV

I waited a second for Dean to dump the box. When he did, Polaroid pictures, and pictures printed from Walgreens scattered across the slick table.

"So, what you're gonna do, is choose some pictures, and see if you get anything. Even if it's a small memory." Dean explained, sitting across from me.

I thought for a moment, "Ya' know, Dean Winchester, you're really bossy."

Dean rolled his eyes. I chuckled, and grabbed a Polaroid picture. I examined it for a second. It was of a young girl, and what I assumed was me at a young age . I concentrated for a moment.

A memory seemed to play like a video on the wall behind Dean. Two girls were running through a field laughing. They were maybe eleven or twelve. One with bright blue eyes, curly brownish-blonde hair, a round face, and wearing a burnt orange spring dress. The other girl had dark brown hair, light brown eyes, caramel skin, and a pink summer dress on.

I got up from my seat, and looked at the wall.

"Come on, Ky! I wanna take a picture!" The other girl with dark brown hair spoke in a high pitched voice.

"Awe! But, Nina! I wanna keep playing tag!" Now that I remembered who the curly haired girl was-me- she walked back with Nina.

"Just a second. Just one picture. I promise." Nina bargained, walking over to a small brown woven basket. She lifted the top to reveal a Polaroid camera. Young Kylee peered over Nina's shoulder, curious eyes scanning the basket.

"What's that?" She asked.

"Well," Nina began to explain, "it's a Polaroid camera. I'll show you."

Nina pulled Kylee next to her, slinging her arm over her shoulder. Nina made a silly face, and Kylee just had a genuine smile. Nina pressed the button, and a few seconds later, a little page spit out. Nina took it, and shook it. She showed it to Kylee.

"Here. You keep this."

"Kylee? Are you okay?" I felt a large hand on my shoulder. I blinked a few times, and the wall was completely white. Nothing was there.

I turned to Sam, "yeah! I'm-uh fine. Just a little memory."

I still held the picture in my hand. I flipped it over. In near handwriting, there was:

Kylee and Nina

April 22, 2002

I walked back to the table and grabbed another picture. It was of what I'm assuming was me, maybe 15 years old-with slightly less curly hair-, and a man with a balding head, and a goat-tee. The two seemed to be at another park, but this one had people in it. Instead of a Polaroid, it was one of the disposables from walgreens, and it was a while rectangle. Closing my eyes for a minute, nothing happened. But, when I looked back at the wall, the memory was, again, playing like a movie .

The older man handed 15 year old me a green tennis ball. The 15 year old made a gross face.

"Dad! It's covered in slobber!" She screeched.

"Toss it for the dog then!" He laughed.

Kylee threw it as hard as she could, making her dog chase after it , "Go, Rosco , go!"

The golden retriever bolted after the tennis ball, eager to catch it.

All the sudden, the movie sped up-like someone had a remote, and was pressing the 'skip' button.

Now, the scene changed to-still at age 15- Kylee sitting next to the same man in a hospital bed. It was my dad and I. Young Kylee grabbed the mans hand. A few tears slid down her cheeks.

"Please don't leave me, daddy." She whispered.

"I love you, Poppcorn. Never forget that." He whispered back.

The heart monitor started speeding really fast. My dad clutched his chest. Young Kylee started to shout. She shouted about how he can't die. Nurses flooded in, and tried to pry her off of the bed. She struggled for awhile, until she have up, and shrunk to the floor.

"No... No, you weren't supposed to..."

I was pulled back when the wall became blank. I wiped my wet cheeks. A weak sob escaped my mouth. That's what happened. Now I know what happened to my dad. I cried for another few minutes.

"What-what happened?" Sam asked, pulling me to him.

I calmed down a little, "It-it was my dad... He-he died."

Sam pulled me closer to him. The tears flowed from my eyes.

After a few minutes, I relaxed.

"Okay, I think that's enough for today." Dean started to pile up the pictures.

"One more." I persisted. I pulled away from Sam, and walked to the pile. I grabbed an old phone.

Turning on the iPhone 4, a picture of just a default background popped up. I unlocked the cell, and clicked on the pictures. There was a video, and only twenty pictures on the app. I tapped on the video, and watched it as it played.

"Ain't it fun, baby now you're one of us-" it was me dancing around a house, and singing a song from the radio. All the sudden, I stopped, and laughing became clear, "Sam! You asshat! Turn it off."

More laughing, but this time, it was both of us. The video stopped, and I turned to Sam.

"I wonder why I didn't ever delete this." I said, going back to scroll through pictures.

Sam was chuckled, and Dean had this stupid look on his face. Dean cracked up, and I turned beet red. I felt Sam's hands snake around my midsection, and his chin on my shoulder.

"I thought it was cute." He said huskily in my ear.

I chuckled, and found a picture of Sam, Dean and I. Dean had a look of 'I'm just so done' and Sam had a genuine smile on his face-dimples and all. While I sat in the back of one of the impala's, with a stupid look on my face. My tongue was sticking out, and my eyes were crossed.

I looked away from the picture, and stared at the white wall. It was the three of us in Dean's impala, and Sam and I were talking about a case. Dean was rolling his eyes.

"Let's take a picture. Just to remember this moment." I said, pulling out the phone, "only, I can't reach that far. Sam-"

"I got it," Sam interrupted, taking my phone. We made the faces, and Dean just looked like he was angry.

After the wall was blank again, I chuckled a little.

More memories were coming back of the three of us. Just in the cars. Or at diners.

"Okay, I'm done." I set the phone on the table. I yawned, "I'm gonna go to bed."

"Night Dean," Sam said, swooping me up.

I screeched a little, and saw Dean making a grossed out face.

I closed my eyes a little, and felt a soft bed hit my back. I relaxed, but opened my eyes. Sam crawled in next to me, and turned, so he was facing me. I rolled to my left side, so I could see his eyes. His arm fell around my hip , and pulled me closer. My eyes got droopy, and I soon fell into a deep sleep.

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A/N: So many POV changes! I'm sorry! I just wanted to get input on everybody... Haaha... So yeah.

The words in italics are the things the people are saying in the memory. Just to clear that up.

 I thought I'd add a little background about her father, and family/friends. It's always nice to know. Haha.

 Dean to the side>>>>>>>>

~Mae