A/N: Hello, my dear readers. Please take a seat and be ready to enter a land of mystery, angst, and romance. In all seriousness, this a birthday gift for my best friend JaidexTrippy. I hope the story is liked and reviews are always welcome. Flames are not nice to burn me with, but should you have a problem; I'd like a respectful review with constructive criticism. Thank you very much. Let us ride off and read the story (oh, and this is 4th season)!
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Chapter 1: Safety First
A young woman and man walked quietly through the warehouse with their weapons held high. She had a gun in one hand and the knife in the other while her eyes carefully scanned the area. Her companion walked behind her, covering her back. She winced when he tripped and knocked down a box filled with glass items. The crash echoed in the silence. "Simon," she hissed, "if you knock over one more thing: forget killing the werewolf because I will kill you!"
The man, Simon as he was called, rolled his eyes, "This isn't the first time you've issued that threat. Can't you come up with more original stuff?"
"Quiet!" The woman and Simon instantly froze and hid behind another pile of boxes as they heard their prey eating. She peered around the corner to see the werewolf completely occupied with dessert—a boy who couldn't have been older than 15 years. Swallowing her bile of disgust, the woman raised her gun loaded with silver bullets and aimed at the werewolf. She whistled.
The werewolf was on alert; looking for the possible threat. His unnatural blue eyes focused in on the girl. Saliva dripped from his mouth at the thought of fresh meat. The boy was good, but girls were always more tender. The werewolf began running at the new dish before something hard ripped through his sides.
The woman gasped softly as she saw the werewolf drop on his side. She didn't shoot him. "Who's there?" She called while standing up and cautiously looking around.
"Well, most people say I'm just a really good looking guy," a deep voice came from behind her.
She immediately turned around and pointed her gun to the guy's heart.
He raised his arms up in surrender and smirked at her, "I love a woman who takes charge."
"I hate a man who gets in the way of my job," she growled. She was as pissed as hell, but the at least the guy was attractive. He was taller than her by eight or nine inches with very muscular body and spiking hair. His hazel eyes glowed with mischief, lust, and adrenaline. Chiseled features had always attracted her. She was a healthy woman who could appreciate the view, but that wouldn't get in her way. "Who are you?"
"Dean," said the guy.
"Dean what?"
"Dean Winchester…my brother Sam is somewhere around here too."
"Winchester? As in the guy who went to hell?"
Dean's eyebrows travelled up his forehead, "You've heard of us."
"Who hasn't? You're stupidity is legendary."
"If you're so damn smart, then who are you?" Dean growled. He did not like being called stupid, especially by some stranger.
"Ruth Connor," she replied. Ruth froze as she heard the safety of a gun being taken off next to her ear.
"I would appreciate it if you would take your gun away from my brother." It could only have been Sam Winchester.
"And I would appreciate it if you would take your gun away from my sister," Simon said, coming behind Sam with a gun.
Ruth smirked at Dean, but her words were to Simon, "You certainly took your sweet time."
"I was waiting for him to move. You don't usually get one Winchester without the other," said Simon.
"Who the hell are you?" Dean asked.
"Simon," said Simon. "Now why don't we all put down our guns and play nicely like good children, before the cops come and blame us for these deaths?" Simon and Sam lowered their guns, but Ruth hesitated a moment before following their lead. "So…you guys used silver bullets, right?"
Dean looked deeply offended by the question, but Sam answered, "Yeah, we did. We know what we're doing."
"I don't understand. How are you back from hell?"
"I don't know," said Dean. "How do you know I went to hell?"
"It wasn't that big of a secret, but Bobby Singer told us," said Simon.
"You know Bobby?" Sam asked.
"No, Bobby just decided to spill his guts to two total strangers," Ruth said sarcastically. She grunted as Simon elbowed her ribs.
"Please excuse my sister. She doesn't know how to play nicely with others."
"We can see that," said Dean.
Simon covered Ruth's mouth with his hand as she made to reply. Ruth glared at her brother and bit him until he let her go. "We should go," said Simon. "There are other jobs out there."
"What about the boy's parents? I mean…shouldn't we tell them something happened or give the body to them?" Ruth asked.
"Do you think they'll want to see their boy torn to pieces and missing his heart?"
"It's better than not knowing."
"Great! She's got the puppy eyes like you!" Dean complained to his brother.
"We'll burn the body," said Simon. "We'll give him a funeral."
Ruth's eyes darted to the werewolf when she heard growling. He was running right for Dean. "Look out!" She pushed Dean away and the werewolf pounced on her. Shoving her right arm against his throat, Ruth made a desperate attempt to keep him from biting her. His sharp claws went down her left arm, leaving a trail of distorted skin and oozing blood, making Ruth cry out in pain. Shots from a gun rang out and the werewolf fell on her. Simon and Sam pushed him off and helped her up before Dean used his entire clip in the monster. Ruth cradled her arm to her chest while Simon inspected it.
"You're such a moron, Ruth," he told her.
"Brat."
"Loser."
"Poser."
"Jerk."
"Idiot."
"ENOUGH!" Dean yelled over the two bickering siblings. "Bobby's place isn't far from here. Let's take you there."
"What about all of this?" Simon asked, gesturing around the warehouse.
"You and Sam take care of it. I'll take Ruth to Bobby," said Dean.
"I can drive," said Ruth.
All three men looked at her incredulously.
"I have one good arm," Ruth muttered.
"Ruth, just go with the nice man you felt the need to save," said Simon.
"Fine," said Ruth. She noticed Sam coming to the scene with salt and gasoline. When had he left? Sam handed Simon the gasoline and began pouring the salt on the bodies. Feeling a hand on the small of her back, Ruth was startled to see Dean by her. He gave her the look that said they should leave. Ruth nodded and let Dean walk her outside.
"Here's my baby," Dean said proudly.
"A '67 Chevy Impala…I'm impressed," said Ruth.
"You know cars?" Dean unlocked the door and opened it for Ruth. When she was settled, he closed the door for her and got in the car behind the wheel.
"I know some cars, but not all," said Ruth. "I only know about Impalas because my dad's been talking about getting one since I was a kid."
Dean started the car and handed Ruth a shirt from the backseat before pulling onto the road to head for Bobby's.
"I think Bobby's place is the other way," Ruth said after a few moments of silence. Seeing the unfamiliar settings, Ruth began doubting Dean's internal GPS. She wrapped the shirt around her arm and looked at Dean.
"We're going the right way," he told her confidently.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure."
"I'm not so sure."
"That's your problem."
"Yes, it is my problem. You know why? BECAUSE I'M THE ONE BLEEDING PROFUSELY HERE!"
"You're being a wimp."
"Dean."
"What?"
"That sign just said heading to Nebraska. Bobby's house is in the other direction."
"I know a short cut in this direction."
"Bobby lives in South Dakota, we are in South Dakota, and I would like to stay in South Dakota!" Ruth exclaimed.
"Can't you just faint from blood loss and leave me in peace?"
"Obviously not since we're going the wrong way."
Dean took an unexpected turn and looked at Ruth's paling form. "Thanks."
"For what?"
"For pushing me away from the werewolf. You didn't have to do that," said Dean.
Ruth shrugged her shoulder on the good arm, "You just got back from hell. I didn't see the point in sending you back. You two Winchester boys just don't die, do you?"
Dean chuckled, "No, not really." They spent the rest of the ride in a comfortable silence and in no time they were at Bobby's house.
Ruth looked at Dean in surprise.
"What? I told you I knew a short cut.
She shook her head, "Unbelievable."
"If you think that's something, you should see me in bed," Dean replied, winking at her. He turned off the car and got out to help Ruth. She managed to the get the door opened, but Dean shut it for her to save time. He wrapped his arm around her waist to keep her from falling to the ground as she stumbled. "Are you always this clumsy?"
"Give me a break! I can't help Bobby has crap all over the place," said Ruth. "Simon is the one who is really clumsy." They reached the porch and Dean pounded on the door.
"HOLD YOUR DAMN HORSES! I'M COMING!" A rough voice yelled from the inside of the house. Bobby whipped his door open and raised his eyebrows as he saw Dean's arm around Ruth's waist. He then looked to Ruth's arm. "What the hell have you done now?"
"Saved Dean's ass by pushing him out of the way of a werewolf," said Ruth.
Bobby rolled his eyes, "Well get in here." Ushering them inside, Bobby shut the door and pulled Ruth to his dining room table. "Sit down," Bobby said, pulling a chair out for her.
Ruth followed orders and waited for Dean who went to get the first aid kit. Bobby sat in the adjacent chair from her and pulled the shirt off as gently as possible. Ruth hissed when he touched the scratches.
"You need stitches," said Bobby.
"Thanks, I had no idea."
"Don't get smart with me. Did the thing get in you?"
"Excuse me?" Ruth asked, not liking his wording.
"Blood, slobber, etcetera; did the werewolf get any of its DNA in you?"
"No."
Dean came back and handed the kit to Bobby who opened it up and began cleaning Ruth's wounds. "Bobby, did you find anything about what might have brought me back?"
"I've got nothing. I don't know what brought you back," said Bobby.
"That's great," Dean said sarcastically.
"Don't get your panties in a twist. Just because I don't know doesn't mean I don't know someone who might," Bobby growled back.
"You're into wearing panties?" Ruth asked Dean.
Both men looked at her oddly.
"What?"
"It's an expression. What the hell is wrong with you? You're the smart one," said Bobby.
"Gee, thanks," said Simon. He and Sam filed into the dining room and watched Bobby work on Ruth's arm.
"Dean seems like he's into that sort of kinky thing," said Ruth.
"What are you guys talking about?" Sam asked.
"Bobby thinks he knows someone who can answer our mystery," said Dean.
"Who?"
"She's a psychic named Pamela Barnes. Don't give me that look. She's the real deal. If anyone can find out who your secret admirer is; it's her," said Bobby.
"She does know what she's doing, "said Ruth. "We've gone to her a few times and she was always right."
The Winchester brothers looked at each other and shrugged. "It's worth a shot," said Sam. He noticed Bobby finishing the stitching on Ruth's arm. "Will she be alright?"
Ruth answered, "Of course I'll be alright. I've had much worse. Like there was this one time I was hunting a vampire and—"
"No one wants to know, Ruth," said Simon.
"Hey, I killed a vampire even with my leg broken. I'm allowed to be proud of that achievement," said Ruth. She got from the table and kissed Bobby's cheek, "Thank you very much for your excellent care." Ruth turned to Simon. "I guess we should be going."
"You're not gonna stick around for a few days?" Bobby asked.
"Can't," Ruth replied regretfully. "I promised mom we would visit, but don't worry. We'll come back up to see you really soon."
"I'll hold you to that," said Bobby.
"You can count on us. Well, see you guys," said Simon. "Dean, Sam; it was nice meeting you guys." He shook their hands and waited for Ruth to say her good-byes.
She hugged Bobby and shook the brothers' hands. "Guess we'll see you guys around. Oh, thanks for driving me here, Dean."
They made way to leave when Dean said, "Wait!"
Ruth and Simon turned around to face Dean.
"Since we…you know…hunt…maybe we should have each other's numbers. In case we need help or something," said Dean. He had to try very hard not to stare at Ruth while saying this.
"Uh…sure," said Ruth. "That actually sounds like a good idea."
"You don't have to sound so shocked."
"Can you really blame me?" Ruth teased. She took her phone and exchanged phones with Dean. After putting her number and Simon's in, Ruth handed his phone back to Dean. She took her phone back and noticed, "You put yourself on speed dial?"
Dean shrugged, "People say I'm handy in a tight spot." There was something about the girl that made her…attractive to him. Ruth was a short thing with pale skin and long, black hair that had red highlights in it. Her sharp, green eyes were intense and those pink lips were full and looked kissable. What? He was a healthy, heterosexual man. What was wrong with being attracted to her…other than that Simon guy? After another rounds of good-byes, Simon and Ruth finally left the house in their car.
Bobby went to talk more about Pamela, but Dean interrupted, "What's the deal with Simon and Ruth? Are they together or something?"
"They're not into incest, Dean," Sam chuckled. "They're brother and sister—Simon and Ruth Connor."
"Oh no," said Bobby. "You like her, don't you?"
"She's cute…and I think nose rings are pretty badass," said Dean.
"Dean, I usually don't care about your girls, but I like Ruth. She's family to me and if you hurt her in any way I will shove my foot up your ass so hard you will never even think about walking again, let alone having sex," said Bobby.
Dean looked at Bobby in shock before taking a few steps away from him. "It's just a crush, Bobby. Nothing will come from it." However, that wasn't what Dean really wanted.
Bobby had a hard time believing him too, "Sure."
"Come on, you know me, safety first." Dean then changed the subject to Pamela Barnes and tried to forget about the girl who was driving farther and farther away from him.