Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Supernatural. They are all Kripke's creation.
Thanks Shannon for your beta work!
Story Notes: Shalimar is my creation. This story begins where A Ghost From The Past left off. It is set in Season 2.
Chapter 1
Dean had changed sleeping positions several times during the night, hoping that his body would finally succumb to sleep but a couple of hours ago he had given up on that idea. He was just too wired. Dean swung his legs to the side of the bed. As he lifted off the mattress, the bed frame creaked.
"Where are you going, Dean?" Sam asked sleepily.
"I can't sleep. I'm going to get some air."
"Alright but don't stay up too long. You need your rest."
"Okay, Doctor."
Sam muttered something that sounded like "Whatever" before falling asleep again.
Dean slid on his boots and worn leather jacket before slowly opening the motel door.
Shalimar was sitting on the hood of her Dodge Neon drinking what Dean guessed was her nightly dose of animal blood. The moonlight shined on her like a spotlight. She turned in his direction. "Couldn't sleep?"
"No, must be all that sleep I got in the hospital." Dean sat next to her.
"If you say so?"
They sat in silence for a while not knowing what to say to each other. She had saved his life twice. Well one and a half times. It was a tag team effort with Sam the second time. Despite that being the case, there were still a lot of things that he and Sam didn't know about her.
Dean's eyebrows arched toward his forehead. "So do you have any family?"
"My mother is still alive. I visit her at least once a month and I try to call her every week."
"Why do you want to know?" Her question sounded more defensive than she intended. "I'm sorry. It's just …that I have a hard time talking about my family. When I was first turned, I didn't tell my mother but as time passed and I didn't age I had no choice. My brother was spared having to do that."
"I would have loved to have seen that conversation."
Shalimar smiled briefly. "Yeah, that definitely isn't a conversation I ever pictured having with my mother. She was scared of me at first. Gradually she came around. I really envy you and Sam's relationship. It reminds me of the relationship I had with my brother." A hint of sadness echoed in Shalimar's voice.
The vampire took another sip of animal's blood. "No sense dwelling on the past. You can only change the present."
"True. But remembering someone isn't dwelling on the past. It helps keep that person alive." The hunter tried to stifle a yawn. "Well I guess I'll try this again. Night." Dean hopped off Shalimar's sedan.
"Night, Dean."
Shalimar closed her eyes and listened to the various sounds of the night. She felt a prick in her neck. She stood and managed a few steps toward the Winchesters' motel room before collapsing.
"You know, I really hate fangs."
Author's note: I know I promised a hunt for this story but I have wanted to write a story involving you know who for awhile.