Author's note: These fics are based on real episodes from Supernatural. The characters and plots belong to the creator and writers for the show. If you want background on the new character you can read the previous episodes. Welcome to Season 3!! To celebrate the new season will be an original piece before moving into the first episode..
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
He tapped on the wheel of the Impala while Zep's Stairway to Heaven blared through the speakers. Highway to Hell would be more appropriate. But hey, he couldn't control what was on the radio. The smell from the fast food bags wasn't exactly enticing to him; Kayla had cooked for them the last four days in a row and he couldn't take it anymore. The food was great, but he felt like it was a last rites kind of deal. Like she thought she owed it to him given the circumstances and that he couldn't take.
The song was still playing when he pulled into a space at the motel so he sat and listened to the rest of it before switching off the engine. Such a great song. He snatched the food up and went into the room; Sam and Kayla were sitting at the kitchen table playing cards. Screw suburbia. This was damn near normal to him; his brother, his girl, a crappy hotel room with crappy food and a game of cards. Who needed to mow the lawn?
"Hey, hot game of poker eh?" Dean glanced over Kayla's shoulder; she had a terrible hand. And one too many cards.
"Actually we're playing Go Fish, with a psychic twist." She commented. So much for normal.
Sam smirked. "You're such a dork."
"The card already!"
"Two."
"Yep." She handed him the card and leaned over to kiss Dean as he opened his cheeseburger. "He's gotten all of them right so far, seven in a row."
So his brother was psychic, he could still count for normal right? Normal-ish.
"So tell me," Dean took a swallow of his drink. "How far does this thing go? Can you read my mind?"
"I'm not sure I would want to."
Kayla laughed, Dean smirked in response. "But you can read her mind."
"If I'm really focused, I can pick up on the actual thoughts, I can hear the words in my head. But I can always pick up on the emotions, sometimes yours too."
"Yeah, the voodoo emotions thing. Creepy. Kayla can do that too with you." Off his look, he glanced to Kayla. "Dude she felt you die."
She felt Sam's questioning eyes on her and fidgeted with her cards. "That only happened the one time. I think you were projecting."
"You felt me die?"
"It wasn't fun either, don't do it again."
"I'll work on that. So about our next job…" Hickory Hill-he heard the thought in Kayla's mind. "That's so stupid."
"You're stupid."
"That was stupid."
She put down her cards and slid a burger in front of her. "I want to go to the Old Slave House in Illinois."
Dean nodded; it sounded vaguely familiar. "Yeah it's supposed to be the most haunted place in Illinois right? Hickory Hill. We should totally go."
"Why?" Sam grimaced at the idea of a tourist hotspot. It was such a joke.
"I always wanted to do America's most haunted places. Hoax or not man you still gotta check it out."
He sighed internally-he always wanted to. With the deal he just made, the deal he made for him, he couldn't really deny him. So what if it was a bust? "Yeah alright."