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A/N: Set in season 1 of SN. Set in an A/U version of Roswell. Two years after graduation. Tess isn’t the antichrist, but she’s not Sally Sunshine either. Alex didn’t die, he and Izzy are together, Michael and Maria are engaged, and Max and Tess are trying destiny. Everyone decided to stay in New Mexico, for safety. Liz went to Santa Fe for school, trying to get away from Tess rubbing her relationship with Max in Liz's face. Kyle is working as a mechanic, and trying to not be involved in the abyss anymore
His mailbox had 3 messages? How the hell? He had checked it that last night. Today had been a bit crazy with that damned ghost. But he didn’t think he’d missed 3 calls. Dean checked his missed calls, it said he’d missed 10. Who’d been calling him today. He glanced over at Sam who was asleep in the passenger seat, His head was back and his mouth was open. That chick from Santa Fe had called him. All of his missed calls were from her. Damn. He’d spent a long weekend with her about 2 months back, a few weeks before Dad went missing. It had been fun. Dean punched 1 on his phone, waited to connect to his voicemail and thought about her. She’d been sweet, on the secretive side, but that was okay. Dean had his own secrets to keep.
Maybe she wanted to hook up again, shame he was in Michigan, he wouldn’t mind spending some more time with her. She’d made him laugh. His voice mail finished reading her phone number and her voice came through, just as cute as he remembered. “Dean. Answer you phone. We need to talk.” Dean frowned and turned off the highway, heading for a town ,and hopefully a bed. “Dean, it’s Liz. I’ve been trying to reach you all day. I’m freaking out. Call me, please?” She sounded slightly panicked. What was going on in New Mexico. Sam shifted in his sleep and Dean turned his phone down to keep from waking him up.
“Dean. Answer your damn phone. We need to talk. I wanted to tell you face to face, or at least in person on the phone. But I guess this will have to do. I’m pregnant. Now would you call me?”
He slammed on the brakes, pulling over to the shoulder, not even thinking to apologize to his his baby for the wear on her breaks. Sam slammed forward, hitting his head on the dash, “The hell Dean?!” Dean barely heard him, he jumped out of the car, and leaned against it the hood. He tried to breath, but his mind was frozen.
Shit.
Sam stood beside him, hand on his shoulder. “Dean? What’s wrong? You sick?” Dean realized that stopping hadn’t been a good idea. He always thought better when driving the Impala
“Get in the car Sammy. We gotta go.” He started back to the driver’s side and opened his door. Sam hadn’t moved.
“Dean. What’s wrong? Is it Dad? Did he call you?”
“No. Get in the damn car Sam, or I’m leaving you here.” Sam pushed himself off the side of the car and got back in. Dean turned the car back on and turned around, heading for the highway.
“Dean. Where are we going?” Sam sounded angry.
Dean didn’t answer him. He didn’t know where he was going. He just knew he had to go.
~*~*~
Dean had been cranky the entire night. Sam did his best to stay out of his way. It wasn’t hard. After all when you were raised in the back seat of a car, you knew how to avoid people in tight spaces. Dean pulled into a diner parking lot as soon as the sun came up. He got out and started walking away, towards the line of trees. Sam thought about following him, or at least seeing where he was going, then thought better of it. If Dad had called him, he would have told him. Sam didn’t know what was going on with his brother, but he was hungry and he knew Dean. He’d cool down, whatever was pissing him off so much would either blow over, or he’d talk about it.
Sam waited for his order to be taken for 10 minutes, then he waited 15 for his pancakes and bacon to get there, he ate in 13 minutes, and then drank coffee for almost 20 more. Dean didn’t come back till about 10 minutes after that. Sam was going to deck him.
“Pay, lets go.” Dean looked like shit. But when Sam called Dean on this, he didn’t even get a response, his older brother just walked out to the car. Something was really wrong, and Sam was not the most patient of people. He’d waited long enough.
“Dude, what the hell is wrong with you? Talk to me Dean.” Dean ignored him and Sam took a deep breath and grabbed his brother spinning him around. “What is going on? Is Dad okay?”
“Sammy, this has nothing to do with Dad. I..we just gotta go. If we take turns driving,”
“What?”
“Shut up. If we take turns driving we can be there by tomorrow night. Now get in the car.” Sam rubbed his hand over his face and watched his brother walk to the car. Dean could be such an ass. But at least now he knew that they hadn’t found Dad yet, if they ever would.
~*~*~
They hit Santa Fe right after sundown. Dean was asleep in the passenger seat. Sam didn’t want to wake him. It was the first sleep he’d gotten since Michigan. Maybe they had a job, one important to Dean. Dean had finally fessed up to where they were going about 3 hours into the trip. But he still wouldn’t tell them why they were coming New Mexico. He didn’t know what was going on, but he was going to find a hotel though, get his stubborn brother in bed, and in the morning, demand answers.
“Dude, stop thinking so loud. Givin’ me a headache.” Dean sat up, taking in a sharp breath and yawned. “How long was I out?” He turned the knob up on the radio, wrinkling his nose when the local station came though, then pushed his Rush tape back in the machine. “Sammy, don’t touch my tapes.”
Sam rolled his eyes, “You were dead a few hours, we’re here. I’m gonna find a place to crash for the night.”
Dean sat up straighter, “No. Where are we?” Sam saw Dean start to take note of the signs and figured out that they had hit their destination.
“Yes, and NOW will you tell me why we are here? Do we have a job? What the hell is going on?”
“Shut up Sammy. Get off the highway.” Sam did so, then when they hit a side road turned the wheels sharply, pulling the car over with a screech. “The HELL Sam! You do not treat my car like that!”
“We’re not going anywhere till you tell me what is going on. “ Dean glared at him for a moment, but when Sam didn’t back down he sighed and looked out the front window.
“Girl called me. She’s pregnant.”
“Something wrong? Is she being haunted is there a….is it YOURS?!” Dean’s eyes narrowed.
“It’s mine. I talked to her. Now I need to see her, so get back on the road Sam, before I kick your ass.” Sam was in shock. His brother was going to be a dad. He numbly did as Dean said, following his directions. They got to a small dingy apartment neighborhood and Dean told Sam to pull over. “Stay here.” There was no way that Sam was going to stay there and let Dean be blind sided by a girl claiming to be carrying his kid. Dean did tend to sleep with girls when he was between jobs, but he was careful. Dad taught them both that much.
“Dude, no. I’m gonna come with you.” Dean got out of the car, didn’t even fight with Sam. Sam wasn’t sure if Dean was going to be able to handle this. He was already out of it. They walked up the stairs after trying the elevator, which wasn’t working.
“This is not Martha Living. But I guess we’ve stayed in worse places before.” Sam joked trying to get his brother’s reaction. Nothing.
Dean walked up to the door like a man condemned and knocked. A few minutes later they could hear a chain being undone and the door opened. Sam saw the small brunette and the first thought that leapt to mind was how this wasn’t his brother’s type.
“Dean.”
“Liz.”
His mailbox had 3 messages? How the hell? He had checked it that last night. Today had been a bit crazy with that damned ghost. But he didn’t think he’d missed 3 calls. Dean checked his missed calls, it said he’d missed 10. Who’d been calling him today. He glanced over at Sam who was asleep in the passenger seat, His head was back and his mouth was open. That chick from Santa Fe had called him. All of his missed calls were from her. Damn. He’d spent a long weekend with her about 2 months back, a few weeks before Dad went missing. It had been fun. Dean punched 1 on his phone, waited to connect to his voicemail and thought about her. She’d been sweet, on the secretive side, but that was okay. Dean had his own secrets to keep.
Maybe she wanted to hook up again, shame he was in Michigan, he wouldn’t mind spending some more time with her. She’d made him laugh. His voice mail finished reading her phone number and her voice came through, just as cute as he remembered. “Dean. Answer you phone. We need to talk.” Dean frowned and turned off the highway, heading for a town ,and hopefully a bed. “Dean, it’s Liz. I’ve been trying to reach you all day. I’m freaking out. Call me, please?” She sounded slightly panicked. What was going on in New Mexico. Sam shifted in his sleep and Dean turned his phone down to keep from waking him up.
“Dean. Answer your damn phone. We need to talk. I wanted to tell you face to face, or at least in person on the phone. But I guess this will have to do. I’m pregnant. Now would you call me?”
He slammed on the brakes, pulling over to the shoulder, not even thinking to apologize to his his baby for the wear on her breaks. Sam slammed forward, hitting his head on the dash, “The hell Dean?!” Dean barely heard him, he jumped out of the car, and leaned against it the hood. He tried to breath, but his mind was frozen.
Shit.
Sam stood beside him, hand on his shoulder. “Dean? What’s wrong? You sick?” Dean realized that stopping hadn’t been a good idea. He always thought better when driving the Impala
“Get in the car Sammy. We gotta go.” He started back to the driver’s side and opened his door. Sam hadn’t moved.
“Dean. What’s wrong? Is it Dad? Did he call you?”
“No. Get in the damn car Sam, or I’m leaving you here.” Sam pushed himself off the side of the car and got back in. Dean turned the car back on and turned around, heading for the highway.
“Dean. Where are we going?” Sam sounded angry.
Dean didn’t answer him. He didn’t know where he was going. He just knew he had to go.
~*~*~
Dean had been cranky the entire night. Sam did his best to stay out of his way. It wasn’t hard. After all when you were raised in the back seat of a car, you knew how to avoid people in tight spaces. Dean pulled into a diner parking lot as soon as the sun came up. He got out and started walking away, towards the line of trees. Sam thought about following him, or at least seeing where he was going, then thought better of it. If Dad had called him, he would have told him. Sam didn’t know what was going on with his brother, but he was hungry and he knew Dean. He’d cool down, whatever was pissing him off so much would either blow over, or he’d talk about it.
Sam waited for his order to be taken for 10 minutes, then he waited 15 for his pancakes and bacon to get there, he ate in 13 minutes, and then drank coffee for almost 20 more. Dean didn’t come back till about 10 minutes after that. Sam was going to deck him.
“Pay, lets go.” Dean looked like shit. But when Sam called Dean on this, he didn’t even get a response, his older brother just walked out to the car. Something was really wrong, and Sam was not the most patient of people. He’d waited long enough.
“Dude, what the hell is wrong with you? Talk to me Dean.” Dean ignored him and Sam took a deep breath and grabbed his brother spinning him around. “What is going on? Is Dad okay?”
“Sammy, this has nothing to do with Dad. I..we just gotta go. If we take turns driving,”
“What?”
“Shut up. If we take turns driving we can be there by tomorrow night. Now get in the car.” Sam rubbed his hand over his face and watched his brother walk to the car. Dean could be such an ass. But at least now he knew that they hadn’t found Dad yet, if they ever would.
~*~*~
They hit Santa Fe right after sundown. Dean was asleep in the passenger seat. Sam didn’t want to wake him. It was the first sleep he’d gotten since Michigan. Maybe they had a job, one important to Dean. Dean had finally fessed up to where they were going about 3 hours into the trip. But he still wouldn’t tell them why they were coming New Mexico. He didn’t know what was going on, but he was going to find a hotel though, get his stubborn brother in bed, and in the morning, demand answers.
“Dude, stop thinking so loud. Givin’ me a headache.” Dean sat up, taking in a sharp breath and yawned. “How long was I out?” He turned the knob up on the radio, wrinkling his nose when the local station came though, then pushed his Rush tape back in the machine. “Sammy, don’t touch my tapes.”
Sam rolled his eyes, “You were dead a few hours, we’re here. I’m gonna find a place to crash for the night.”
Dean sat up straighter, “No. Where are we?” Sam saw Dean start to take note of the signs and figured out that they had hit their destination.
“Yes, and NOW will you tell me why we are here? Do we have a job? What the hell is going on?”
“Shut up Sammy. Get off the highway.” Sam did so, then when they hit a side road turned the wheels sharply, pulling the car over with a screech. “The HELL Sam! You do not treat my car like that!”
“We’re not going anywhere till you tell me what is going on. “ Dean glared at him for a moment, but when Sam didn’t back down he sighed and looked out the front window.
“Girl called me. She’s pregnant.”
“Something wrong? Is she being haunted is there a….is it YOURS?!” Dean’s eyes narrowed.
“It’s mine. I talked to her. Now I need to see her, so get back on the road Sam, before I kick your ass.” Sam was in shock. His brother was going to be a dad. He numbly did as Dean said, following his directions. They got to a small dingy apartment neighborhood and Dean told Sam to pull over. “Stay here.” There was no way that Sam was going to stay there and let Dean be blind sided by a girl claiming to be carrying his kid. Dean did tend to sleep with girls when he was between jobs, but he was careful. Dad taught them both that much.
“Dude, no. I’m gonna come with you.” Dean got out of the car, didn’t even fight with Sam. Sam wasn’t sure if Dean was going to be able to handle this. He was already out of it. They walked up the stairs after trying the elevator, which wasn’t working.
“This is not Martha Living. But I guess we’ve stayed in worse places before.” Sam joked trying to get his brother’s reaction. Nothing.
Dean walked up to the door like a man condemned and knocked. A few minutes later they could hear a chain being undone and the door opened. Sam saw the small brunette and the first thought that leapt to mind was how this wasn’t his brother’s type.
“Dean.”
“Liz.”