Hi everyone! I hope you all had a great Christmas. As I promised, I'm bringing the sequel to On the Path of Destruction. I have a few more in this universe being written. The third story is almost finished, and I have a couple of others in the middle of being written. I tend to get an idea, run with it and start the next as I get the idea and then move back onto something else. This is why I only share stories once they're complete now :)
Well, here's the first chapter of this 15-chapter story.
Chapter 1
"Try it now?" Dean stepped back from the car and looked around the hood. Melinda turned the key, but the car still didn't start. She groaned and got out of the car.
"What the fuck is wrong with it?" Melinda scowled, looking at the engine with her hands on her hips. They had been working on the car for three months now—much longer than the month they initially thought it would be. Not that they were too bothered. Both were enjoying each other's company—in and out of the sheets. But Melinda was starting to wonder whether she was going to get her car back on the road.
Dean was also wondering whether he was going to get his baby back on the road. She didn't deserve to be cooped up at the Halliwell Manor, and only being driven between there and Melinda's apartment, or to P3 when he was helping his girlfriend out there.
He couldn't help but smirk at the idea of having a girlfriend. He never thought that would happen. The two never set out to end up together. They were just 'fuck buddies' as Melinda had put it, but that soon turned into something more. Dean guessed that Melinda putting everything on hold to help get him out of his demon deal was the reason for him. For Melinda, it was the fact that she finally had someone she could talk to about all the crap she was going through.
Both were drinking less and smiling more. The Hallliwells and Sam both saw the change in the two of them, and finally decided that it was time they put the boyfriend/girlfriend label on their relationship. When they talked about it to each other—and that wasn't exactly easy for either of them—they agreed that it was time to do it. Initially worried that it would change things, they soon realized that it really didn't. It was just a label.
"Let me try something." Melinda snapped Dean out of his thoughts, as she leaned over the engine. Dean didn't even care what she was doing. He was too busy looking at her ass; and what a great ass it was. Even through her denim dungarees—he loved the fact that she was wearing them to work on the car—he could see the perfect shape. But he would never get the image of her ass in those black skinny jeans that she wore to the demon bar that first night they slept together from his mind. Those jeans with those black boots...
Dean felt himself getting a semi, so he quickly moved his thoughts onto something else. Coughing nervously, he turned around and grabbed his beer, finishing the thing off. Right now all he wanted to do was grab Melinda and take her over the hood of his own car.
"Can you try that for me?" Melinda called from the car, looking behind her to see Dean with the beer, "Hey! Earth to Winchester!"
Dean turned around with a weak smile, "Sorry?"
"Try the car, please." She asked again, rolled her eyes.
Dean did as he was asked once Melinda stepped back. He wasn't expecting much, though. They had been playing with this car for the last half hour trying to get it to start. Neither—despite being great mechanics—could figure it out.
The car didn't start. Making Melinda growl in frustration.
"Maybe it is the battery after all," Dean suggested. Melinda had ruled that out pretty early on. She said that the battery had been charged quite recently, so it wasn't that. But now Dean wondered just how recently she meant, "Want me to get the jump leads."
Melinda shook her head and asked Dean to step away from the car. He wondered what she was going to do, but then saw her put her hands over the battery compartment. Electrical sparks appeared from her hands, into the battery. He couldn't help but smirk at her use of her powers.
"What happened to personal gain?" Dean asked, remembering that the Halliwells had said they were only meant to use their powers to save innocents and fight demons. That didn't quite happen for any of them. Wyatt would orb back and forth between the Manor and his house with Bianca, and Chris would constantly use his sensing to check up on his siblings, niece and cousins. Melinda would use them for things like this, while Pru would use her telekinesis just to get things out of the fridge because she was lazy. It was a Halliwell thing, Dean decided.
"How about now?" Melinda asked, ignoring Dean's question about personal gain.
When Dean turned the key this time, the car started instantly.
"Yes!" Melinda shouted with pleasure. She had finally fixed her car, but felt a little stupid that it had taken so long to decide that it was the battery after all.
Dean kept the engine running, but got out of the car and wrapped his arms around Melinda's waist, "You know, if a car starting makes you scream like that, I'd like to see what I can do."
"You already know what you do, baby," Melinda winked and kissed him gently, "So, fancy a ride in my newly built Mustang?"
"Of course!" Dean exclaimed, "I've just spent three months helping you put this baby back together. I just hope my baby doesn't get jealous."
Melinda just laughed and shut the hood, mentioning how he wasn't the one driving so it would be fine. She opened the garage door as Dean climbed into the car, and then she jumped in the driver's seat. It had been far too long since she'd been behind the wheel of this car.
Now that she was behind it, she froze a little. The last time she'd driven her Mustang was almost seven months ago. She was drunk one night and...she didn't really want to think about what she did. But it led to a complete write-off and she was lucky to get out of the crash alive. And she was lucky to have a cousin to teleport her out of there. Otherwise she would have definitely lost her license. They'd made up some story about the car being stolen, and then they got it back to fix it up. Wyatt and Chris made it clear that it was the first and last time that they would lie for her about something like that, and the only reason they did was because nobody else was involved.
She hadn't quite accepted how serious it was until now she was back behind the wheel. She'd driven since that accident—and a lot of the time drunk—but it was sitting back in this car with the flashes of it flipping...
"You okay?" Dean's voice pulled her out of her thoughts. She could hear the concern and saw the confusion in his eyes.
"I'm fine. Just thinking is all." She told him before putting the car into gear—yes, she had to have a stick—and drove out of the garage. She took it slow at first, but decided to pick up the pace once she accepted that she could drive this thing. She'd had one beer that day. That was all.
"So, where we going?" Dean now asked, as Melinda seemed to just drive straight on without a destination in mind.
"I don't know," Melinda shrugged, "I just wanted to get her out now that we got her started."
Dean grinned, but that soon turned to a devilish smirk. He remembered something that she'd done to him the second day they were together, and had decided now was the perfect time to get his own back. He couldn't quite do what she did, but he would do something similar.
He put his hand on Melinda's leg, by her knee at first, and then let it trail upwards.
"Dean," Melinda said with a stern sound to her voice, but Dean ignored her. He continued to feel and rub her leg until he got to the top of her thigh. He stayed there for a minute before feeling right in between them, rubbing through the fabric of her jeans, "Dean!"
Melinda focused on the road while Dean explored her body. She knew why he was doing this, and she definitely wasn't really complaining. It felt good, and she wanted more. She suddenly knew where she was going.
Taking the next left made Dean smirk. There were only two destinations going this way: P3 and Melinda's apartment. Which one was she going to take him to?
Sam sighed as he read the newspaper. He was on the business page, finding out about everything that had been going on in the world.
"Was that the Mustang I heard?" Chris asked, walking into the kitchen and pouring himself a cup of coffee.
"Yeah. Sounds like they finally got it started." Sam grinned and put the paper down so the two could chat. This had become a regular morning routine for them over the last three months, and Sam had to admit that he enjoyed it. It was like having a family, and he loved the fact that he had a semi-normal and safe life. He and Dean had been out on the odd hunt, but only ones close by. Dean kept saying he'd promised to get that Mustang up and running, but Sam was sure there was something else behind it.
"I guess you'll be leaving soon then," Chris said, disappointed at the idea. He quite enjoyed having Dean and Sam around, "It'll be a shame."
"Yeah, same." Sam nodded as he took another mouthful of his coffee.
"You don't want to leave?" Chris read between the lines, and smiled when Sam shrugged his shoulders, "You know, there's always a place here for you, man. And I know Mel would be more than happy to let you keep your job at P3."
"Thanks, Chris," Sam smiled appreciatively, "I'm not sure if Dean would want to stick around though. You know what he's like."
Sam realized he had gotten too comfortable over the last three months. It was only supposed to be one, but it had taken longer than expected to get some of the parts for the car. And then there were problems with getting the final bits sorted. Dean and Melinda were constantly talking about possible problems over the last couple of days, but it was a sign for Sam to get ready to get back to normal hunting life.
He remembered back to his time at Stanford. Even though he wouldn't be studying law here, he would have liked to have some roots somewhere. He wondered whether he could convince Dean to come back every now and then when it came to the bit in between hunts. It would make more sense than constantly looking for somewhere to move onto.
"Okay, so I'll be there at 2pm," Dana spoke as she walked into the kitchen on her cell phone. She waved to the boys, while continuing to chat to whoever she was on the phone to, "Yes, Chris will be with me too. Thanks, bye!"
At the sound of his name, Chris looked at Sam questioning what he was meant to be going to at 2pm. Once Dana hung up, she grabbed a cup of coffee and joined the two boys.
"What am I going to?" Chris now asked.
"Discussions with the wedding venue," Dana said matter-of-factly, "You do remember about that, right?"
"Ye...no." Chris shook his head.
Sam couldn't help but snigger at Chris' honesty, and then at Dana rolling her eyes at him. She started berating him that the wedding was just three months away and he hadn't done anything to help yet. He got a pass while helping to save Dean, but now there was nothing stopping him. There hadn't even been any demon attacks since they dealt with Crowley.
Sam knew that Chris was avoiding everything to do with the wedding. It wasn't that he didn't want to marry Dana, but he didn't want to deal with the finer details. If it was up to Chris, he would have gone to Vegas and married her there. It was the moment of saying "I do" that mattered most to him, not the scale of the day.
Dana just wanted the day to be perfect. When she'd gotten Sam alone, she explained that it was because of her first marriage. The one back in the 1700s. She'd been forced to marry a man she didn't love, because that's just the way it was at the time. But she loved Chris' past life. They were soul mates, and all Dana had ever wanted was to find him again. It just happened that Chris was her charge's cousin, and the two hit it off. So with all that, she wanted it all to be perfect, and Sam couldn't really blame her.
"You're coming back for the wedding, right?" Chris turned to Sam, making sure the two Winchesters would be around.
"You're leaving?" Dana now asked, forgetting all about their mini argument for the time being.
"Probably," Sam told Dana about the Mustang started and then turned to Chris, "I'll make sure we're there, dude."
Chris grinned before grabbing the newspaper on the table. It was only Dana who missed the look of sadness in Sam's eyes. She knew that Sam didn't want to leave San Francisco. Just how was he going to tell his brother, and could he really let Dean go off on his own again?
I hope the start isn't too slow for you. I'd really love to know what you think about it. I can't wait to share the rest of the story.
