#42 Blueberry Hill: Early Evening Thursday [9-6-07]

[dark_innocence]

Lana went out for a run early on in the day, then came home and did all those necessary housework type things. Then she stretched out in a lounge chair in the front yard to do a little sunbathing. She figured she was far enough off the road that she wouldn't be easily seen and would hear anyone coming. Of course, she hadn't actually planned on

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[givemethehunt]

Dean in the driveway when he spotted Lana, and just leaned one shoulder against a tree and watched her silently for a long moment.

There were too many different thoughts chasing themselves around in his head for him to make sense of any single one of them. Certainly too many for the one that might have identified the odd feelings in his stomach and chest to make itself known.

So he just leaned and watched.

[dark_innocence]

Lana shifted in her sleep, curling up a little more on the chair, her face open and vulnerable.

[givemethehunt]

Something clenched deep in his chest and Dean wondered idly for a moment if he was going to throw up.

God, she was beautiful. . . .

He shook his head, wondered if maybe Sam had slipped him something in his coffee, after all.

But he still didn't move from his spot, watching her.

[dark_innocence]

She began the slow path to waking up, eyes fluttering open slowly, taking a moment to remember where she was.

[reformed_rogue]

After spending some time in the park, Marie had gone back to her dads' place. She realized she hadn't checked her email since she had arrived.

Immediately after checking, she rushed over to Lana's house since she couldn't find her dads anywhere.

She knocked frantically on the door, clutching a handful of papers.

[dark_innocence]

Lana opened the door, looking worried. "Marie, what's wrong?"

[reformed_rogue]

"Phoebe," Marie said, handing over a printout of the email. "She needs us."

[dark_innocence]

Lana's face fell as she read the letter. "Oh God, Marie," she whispered.