Don't let it Linger ; supernatural

one

Dean was standing in front of the wooden door, flexing his hands in and out. He didn't like feeling this way. Riddled with anxiety, not knowing how to make his next move. He'd been standing there for over ten minutes trying to find the courage to knock. But what if she said no? What if he came all this way just for her to reject him? Desperate times call for desperate measures. This was more intense than retrieving Sam from college. They're brothers, and since Dean's the oldest, it's almost like his brother has to do anything he says.

But with Quinn, it was different.

They weren't connected by blood, but by the memories that fill his head at times. They shared these memories that Dean just couldn't shake. Not only that, but he'd heard through the grapevine that she was a damn good hunter. He believed it. After all these years, he wanted to see it for himself.

Dean sighed and finally his knuckles pummeled the hard wood. He took a step back with his hands in his pockets.

His cell phone buzzing in his back pocket startled him. He looked around the hallway as if anyone witnessed his little jump before pulling out the small phone.

"Hello?"

"What's taking so long?" his brother's impatient voice crackled from the phone. "I thought you said it'd be so easy because 'she's practically in love with you'?"

Dean whipped around and hunched over slightly. "I'm working on it," he seethed into the receiver. "And I did not say that."

"Yeah, you did."

Dean didn't respond and hung up immediately. When he spun back around a pair of big, brown eyes were staring right back at him.

"You didn't say what?" Her tone was frivolous. A small smirk was fixed on her lips.

Dean smiled coyly, "Quinn, it's good to see you."

She was wearing nothing but a tank top and shorts. Her figure leaned against the door, holding it closed just enough. Dean's eyes lightly scanned her frame before clearing his throat.

"Can we talk?" he asked.

Quinn shifted against the doorframe, making herself more comfortable. "Talk."

A bit flustered, Dean began to speak. He chose his words carefully, not wanting to turn her away too soon. "And we need you."

"Why is that?"

Because in all reality, there was never a day where Dean didn't think of her. Though, the two childhood friends hadn't spoken since God knows how long; there were little things that made her cloud his head. He was never going to admit it, or even acknowledge the thoughts fully. They're lodged in the back of his head, only coming forward when there's nothing but silence around him.

"You're the first person I thought of, who'd wanna help Uncle John," he joked.

The girl rolled her eyes at the awful attempt of an excuse. She uncrossed her arms and pushed off the door frame. He could see some more of the wall behind her; a shoe rack against the wall and some weird, abstract painting hanging.

"C'mon Quinny. We couldn't do it without you."

Quinn's ears perked up. We? There were some names floating around of who could be with Dean. But the youngest Winchester's came up most. "Little Sammy is with you? Why?" There was a turn in her demeanor. She was a little less playful and more irritated. If her quick math was correct, Sam would be in college right now. How dare Dean pull him out because of their father's mishap?

Dean took slight offense. "What're you trying to say?"

As Quinn was about to scold him until another voice chimed in. Dean's eyebrows bunched together as he watched a younger boy come out from behind Quinn. He had the same nose as Quinn; the same eyes.They had different complexions, but Dean could tell they were related in some way. The boy paid no attention to the man. "Can you help me with my homework?"