Story title → Baby's Got Blue Eyes
Pairings → Dean/OC, Sam/OC
Type → (Slightly AU) Loosely based on series, Season 1-2
Rating → M for sexual content
Summary → Sam's visions are getting worse by the minute, and his girlfriend Carrie takes him and his brother Dean to her friend Ariana, who has special abilities that can help Sam defeat Yellow Eyes... with a price. (Slightly AU) BASED ON SEASON 1-2. Dean/OC, Sam/OC. RATED M FOR SEXUAL CONTENT
Disclaimer → I own nothing which is in any way featured on 'Supernatural'. I only own Carrie and Ariana. Title inspired by Elton John's song.
Yet another fanfiction I'd started months ago but never got round to continue. But I hope you enjoy reading it :) When this baby gets reviews I'll update the story ASAP.
Chapter One
I love my job. Yeah, it seems boring to a lot of people, but the people I meet thanks to this job shape my life and open doors to new experiences. I own a bookshop in Minneapolis, and one may think I don't get customers, but I actually do. See I'm not talking about an ordinary bookshop. It seems all normal when one walks inside, but the back section is a whole different scene.
The forbidden section's known as the Hunters' Section. All hunters across the country come for research. I have just about every book on lore, mythological and mystical beings. The majority of the hunters are male, only having the odd female here and there. Sometimes I wished more females joined the business, so I can have a girl talk every once in a while. The Section has had so many 'men'—if you can call them that—it's starting to smell like testosterone, whiskey and leather.
Carrie's the only female hunter I kept in touch with. She was a feisty blonde who spoke her mind, not caring if it hurt or not. In a way, I admired her courage and confidence. Not to mention the legs she had... they went on for miles.
I looked down at my watch and sighed. Today was a slow day, being a Monday morning, where most hunters were resting their hangovers. Not that I minded being alone every once in a while, but I was dying to help someone with a case, any case. That, and Carrie called for my assistance. I hadn't seen here in over a year. She told me she was bringing two hunters in, one of which needed my psychic help.
I was born through a long line of witches, where every other generation, a witch is blessed. I don't call it that. Imagine reading people's feelings in a crowded place. Sometimes I wouldn't go out for weeks in order for my headache to succumb. I can also go through people's minds—which can be very risky at times—and cure them from their rough patch, and control people's feelings. I can't do this on everyone. I have to take their hands or touch their shoulders, and this soothing sensation pours through their bodies and they forget what they were angry or upset about. The last part's my favourite ability because I hated people when they're angry or upset. I'm yet to learn how to do this ability without having to touch people.
The ringing of the store phone interrupted my train of thoughts. I ran over to the cash desk and picked it up. "Good evening, Aria's Bookshop. Ariana speaking." That's how I usually answer the store phone. Not many people call anymore except for my mom, grandmother, and delivery people. Hunters usually called my personal phone.
"Ariana, it's Carrie." said the voice on the other line. I grinned, twirling the chord with my index finger.
"Carrie! Where are you at the moment?" I asked her. I could hear chattering and faint music in the background, so I assumed she was at a food place or a supermarket.
"I'm picking out some food because Sam and Dean were starving. Well, just Dean." she added, chuckling.
"Hey!" a male voice I assumed was Dean protested.
"Anyway, do you want me to get you something?" she asked me. I spotted my grocery list from last week and thought, why not?
"Yeah, there are a few things I want you to get me if you don't mind cos all shops are closed 'round here."
"'Course not!" Carrie exclaimed. "Dean can go buy your things from the convenience store next door."
"I'm gonna do what?! I ain't buyin' no groceries!" Dean insisted in the background, followed by a few choice of words that made me wince.
"I apologise for Dean. He's an ass." Carrie softly said, making me laugh. "I'll get Sam to do the groceries. Here, I'll pass the phone." A few shuffling noises were heard, followed by a male voice on the other line.
"Uh, hi. This is Sam." I smiled softly. I didn't need my abilities to let me know that Sam was a nice and polite man.
"Hi, Sam. I'm Ariana. Uh, so I need you to get me two cartons of milk, blueberries and a large bag of dog-food please." The distant music and chattering softened. A ding sounded, and I knew he was in the convenience store. "How far are you from Minneapolis?"
"I'd say about half an hour." he replied, then his voice hushed a little. "So you're really gonna help me with my... thing?" By thing he was referring to his psychic abilities.
"Ain't no big, Sam. I'm glad I can be of help." I smiled.
Sam sighed. "You have no idea. Listen, I'll get Carrie to call you back as soon as we're in Minneapolis. And thanks again, Ariana."
"She doesn't need to call. I'll be outside the store waiting for you guys. Bye, Sam. Drive safely!"
After hanging up, I moved the several boxes filled with books and magazines to the side, busying myself with some stacking. It was the hardest part of my job, the stacking. Having the thickest of books to take out by yourself is hard work, especially when the person's just above five feet tall like myself. While I was stacking a couple of customers stopped by for their usual newspapers and magazines, then it was time to start closing up. Once I did, I went out back to get my Golden Retriever, Buck Dharma—for Blue Oyster Cult's commercial lead vocalist. Big fan!—and went for a small walk round the square. Buck loved his walks as much as my yearning for some girl talk. On my way back to the store, a '67 Chevrolet Impala drove past me like a whiz, and I couldn't help but admire it. I loved old cars, my favourite being Ford. Once round the corner, the Impala was parked in front of the store. I frowned, as there was a sign strictly forbidding parking except for UN/loading trucks. I ran across the street, gripping buck's leash.
"Excuse me!" I yelled. "Hey!" I ran towards the car. A blond man in a leather jacket and plaid shirt underneath stepped out of the car, giving me a look. "You can't park here."
The man raised an eyebrow. "Is this your spot?"
"Well, no but—" I stammered, but I was cut off when Carrie stepped out of the car, smiling broadly.
"Like I told you on the phone, Ariana. Ignore Dean because he's an ass." she grinned, and gave me a big hug. I squealed and hugged her with one hand, still holding the leash. From the hug, I could tell Carrie was both tired and excited. Carrie pulled away, and gasped when she saw the dog, who barked happily at her. "Hey there, lil dude!" she gushed, ruffling his fur as she bent down to hug him.
I looked back up to see Dean and, whom I then realised was Sam, standing behind Carrie. Smiling shyly, I introduced myself. "I'm Ariana."
Sam stepped forward and smiled politely. "I'm Sam. We talked on the phone." He shook my hand, and the energy I got was so dark, I flinched and pulled my hand away from his almost immediately. "Um... I—I'm—"
"No. Don't apologise." I replied shakily. "I'll explain once inside. Complicated thing."
Sam whispered something, which I thought was "Okay" and stepped aside. Dean stood there, hands in his pockets. I gave him a small smile.
"You must be Dean then." I said. Silence. He seemed like a hard one to crack. I got that aura from him just by looking at his posture. I bit the inside of my cheek and looked at the car. "'67. Greatest year for the Impala." I looked back at the man, who looked slightly less tense. "It's better if we get inside. A storm's approaching and I'm starving!" I chuckled, and walked to the door, unlocking it.
"What's the dog's name?" Sam asked, walking inside the store holding a few bags.
"This cutie right here's called Buck Dharma." I replied, glancing lovingly at the dog. I took off his leash and he immediately sprinted into the office, where his bed was.
"Buck Dharma?" Dean repeated. He was impressed, and I had a feeling I knew why. I nodded, grinning. "Blue Oyster Cult fan. Nice."
"Only the best they had." I smirked and took off my sunglasses. Once I did, I looked back at the brothers, and I frowned. Why were they stunned? Did I have something on my face? I ran a hand across my cheeks. Still stunned. "Um, let's go upstairs."
"Is my room still available or have you turned it into a yoga room?" Carrie joked on our way upstairs.
I laughed. "Your room's the exact same way you left it... just cleaner." I replied. The brothers trailed behind us.
"Dude, did you see her eyes?!" Dean whispered, but loud enough for me to eavesdrop. "They're... blue."
"Wow, captain obvious." Sam chuckled. "Next thing you're gonna tell me is that the Earth is round."
I couldn't help but giggle.
"But Sammy... Blue! Like, bluer than the sky!" Dean gushed once more.
"They're called ocean blue, Dean." I explained with a smile, turning around. Sam and Dean froze on the spot, their eyes wide. Guilty. Scared. "You don't have to be guilty or scared, guys. I'm chill, really." I unlocked the front door and Carrie was the first to run inside, immediately directing herself to her old room. "My eyes confuse people."
"Why's that?" Sam asked curiously. He sat down on the couch, with Dean trailing behind him.
"Apparently it's a strange eye colour." I wrinkled my nose. "My mum and gran used to tell me my eyes are the door to people's emotions."
"So that's your ability? Reading people's feelings?"
"Yes. Like for example, I can tell you're hungry Dean. But I don't know what you're craving. It could be food, sex, answers... I don't read thoughts." I explained, taking out three bottles of beer and one bottle of organic smoothie. I gave them each a beer, while I satisfied myself with the organic smoothie. Dean snorted a laugh, and I glared at him.
Carrie elbowed him hard. "Ow!" he winced. "What the fuck was that for?!"
"I know you're used to swearing, Dean. But my apartment's swear-free." He raised his eyebrows. "And uh, why's it weird that I don't drink beer?"
"It's not weird." Carrie smiled brightly.
"Uh, kinda is." Dean admitted, only to get elbowed again. "Okay, enough elbowing!" I smiled gently and waked up to Dean. "If you're gonna slap me... just don't." I giggled and caressed his cheek, looking him in the eye. I felt his frustration seep through my hand, so I quickly wiped it against my tshirt.
"What was that?" Sam softly asked Carrie. She looked up at him and smirked.
"One of her abilities. She touches people and their anger or negativity just... poof! Disappears!" she explained matter-of-factly, using her hands for more emphasis. I turned round, grinning at him.
"My favourite ability." I told him. "Watch this." I glanced over at Dean. "Hey, Dean? You really don't like my healthy habits and swear-free policy, do you?"
Dean looked confused. "What? Why would I not like them?"
Sam's mouth opened wide guffawed. "Wow."
"So! Uh, I'm guessing y'all are tired from the driving. Let me show you and your brother to your rooms." I smiled. "After you're finished settling in, we can all have dinner together."
After showing Sam and a roofied-looking Dean, who was still under my negativity-free touch, I went back into the kitchen to prepare dinner with Carrie's help.
"So Sam and you, huh?" I winked. Carrie waved a hand, blushing.
"It's a bit complicated now, with the whole visions thing."
"I felt it in him when I shook his hand. It's very dark, Carrie." I looked at her with worried eyes. "I don't know the side-effects of removing Sam's demon blood, but... it might hurt me."
Carrie had anger bottled up as soon as I said that sentence, but she controlled her physical emotions. "If I knew that, I wouldn't have put you up to it! I don't want you to die!"
I smiled weakly, rolling my yes. "Who's gonna miss me? A dog? Sam's a hunter. One of the best from what I hear from other hunters. I'm willing to put myself at risk to save someone like him."
"Dean worries about him too, you know." she sighed. "He'd do the same thin you would if he could. You know, die."
"Dean's very... different." I pointed out. "I'm not sure it's good or bad."
"Don't tell me you like him." she exasperated. "I mean, Dean's okay, but... c'mon, you can do better than him."
"I find him..." A smile formed on my lips when I found the appropriate word. "... intriguing. He's got a lot of hurt, sadness, anger and a whole bunch of disappointment in him. I want to help him be happy."
Carrie snorted. "Good luck with that, Aria. That man's a bag of negativity. Your ability might wear off in minutes when it comes to him."
Dinner was finished within minutes, and we all got to know each other. Dean didn't talk much, especially to me. I felt a lot of anger, like a red light that kept getting brighter. Before I heard him yell at his brother, telling him he was going to kill me if I ever used my abilities on him.
Well, with this developing intrigue I have towadrs Dean Winchester, it's a risk I'm willing to take.
Like I said before the chapter, this will only be updated when I get reviews, so if you enjoyed reading it, you better review or this chapter will remain one-chaptered.. forevaaaaaah! Muahahahahahah!
Okay I'll stop now.
And also, excuse the bad English and short chapter. I didn't have much time to fix it and lengthen it because of work, so I just fixed some grammatical mistakes and put the start and end notes.
If you like where this story's heading, check out my other stories, 'I Think I Like It Here' and 'Save Yourself', which are both Dean/OC centric (can't help my Dean fangirl heart!), the former being an AU story. The other one's Season 3 onwards.