A/N: don't own don't sue
A/N: don't own don't sue. The title isn't mine it's from "The Vampire Lestat" by Anne Rice so don't bother moaning about it to me.
Full Summary: Sequel to Hell Hath No Fury. After the events of Season 2 but before Season 3 which I'm only halfway through, Dean and Sam have found a way out of Dean's bargain and pay a visit to Maddy who is back in the States and working in a museum. Naturally she gets swept up into more hunting, and back on the road with Dean.
Pairings: DeanOFC SamOFC
Rating: M for language and eventual sex scenes
Lyrics at the beginning from 'Elvis Ain't Dead' by Scouting For Girls.
It's probably a bit AU now since I've only seen the end of Season Three but if they kill Dean off for good I flat out refuse to watch it anymore.
The Devil's Road
Chapter One – Elvis Ain't Dead
When I was young
I never knew
What this thing called love could do to you
But since you been gone and I've been on my own
I've been feeling quite peculiar
But I'll get by without your smile
I'll get through without you
But I wish it was me you chose
I wish it was me you chose
'Cause Elvis ain't dead
And you're coming back
Elvis ain't dead
And you're coming back
Since you been gone
I can do what I like
But it doesn't mean a lot to me
I'm all shook up
And I'm lonesome tonight
I think I need a love lobotomy
But I'll get by without your smile
I'll get through without you
But I wish it was me you chose
I wish it was me you chose
'Cause Elvis ain't dead
And you're coming back
'Cause Elvis ain't dead
And you're coming back
Oh no, Oh no, Oh no
You, me
Maybe we were never meant to be
"Are you going for a run?"
She kissed the top of her husband's head as she passed him on her way out of the back door.
"Just a short one. Feel free to wait up."
He grinned as she winked at him before closing the door behind her and disappearing into the darkness of their yard. She jogged briskly down to the bottom of the yard, vaulting lightly over the short fence and into the woods. She liked jogging at night you could lose yourself in the trance of how each tree looked exactly the same. She hadn't been jogging for long when she stopped to gulp some water, the sheen of sweat coating her skin glistened in the moonlight. She was just tucking her water back into the strap around her waist when she heard something rustling behind her.
She turned on the spot, squinting into the darkness trying to make out what it was. Nothing. She felt uneasiness begin to churn in her stomach and she headed for home, quickening her pace when she noticed the eerie silence of the woods. She was racing now, her heart pounding fit to burst as she flew along the well-known path almost falling over the fence at the end of her yard.
She fumbled with the back door, slamming it shut behind her and resting her sweating forehead on the cold glass. Her heart was banging her ribs and her hands were shaking as she locked the door behind her.
"Did you wait up?" She finally called out, her voice trembling as it echoed around the house.
She had to cross the room to turn the light on and on her way she tripped over something on the floor.
"I'm tired of moving your boots around the house." She grumbled to herself, stomping irritably over to the wall and flicking on the lights.
She frowned when the lights revealed that her sky blue and white kitchen had become a terrible clash of avocado-coloured green and burnt orange. Realisation hit her and she clapped a hand over her mouth. She was in next door's kitchen. Balls. She hated her neighbours. She was about to creep out again when she noticed what she had tripped over earlier. An arm?
She tiptoed cautiously around the large table in the centre of the room. The arm became a shoulder, horribly distorted, which in turn became the head and torso of her neighbour. She knelt down besides him, stretching out a trembling hand to check his pulse. She whipped her hand back in revulsion when she realised that both of his ears had been ripped out. Hearing a noise behind her she leapt to her feet and threw herself out of the door in a blind panic. Screaming at the top of her lungs until she had raced around the connecting fence and into her own house.
Her husband started at the sight of her, covered in blood from where she'd knelt in it, white as snow and shaking so badly she could hardly stammer out what had happened.
"Someone killed him?" He finally managed to glean from her frenzied mumblings and incoherent cries.
She clutched at his shirt, her furiously darting eyes dangerously wide as he cradled her to him.
"His ears… and his eyes…what would do that?"
"Hey Maddy, you on your way home?" Candice asked as Maddy passed her on her way through to the public part of the museum.
"I am so out of here." Maddy said, pointing up at the clock as she passed under it.
She waved at Candice as she pushed open the door into the main part of the museum and headed down the corridor. It was very late and most of the lights had been shut off in the building, all except the display cases.
"You left hunting for this?"
She stopped dead in the middle of the hallway, a smile lifting her lips as she recognised the voice. She turned around to see Dean leaning against one of the large marble pillars lining the hallway.
"What can I say… this pays more." She said, sipping her coffee idly as she surveyed him.
He looked about the same as he had when she had left, not particularly good but still as damn hot as always. While she was studying him he was studying her, taking in every inch of her body.
Her hair was shorter than when she'd left, cut in thick shaggy layers to her chin. She was in tight black jeans, a purple fitted shirt and a black tailored waist-coat which nipped in her waist and bright purple high heeled wedges. She looked professional. He wandered over to her, kissing her cheek briefly.
"You look good." He said, running his hand down her bare arm.
She looked closely at him, taking in the darkness under his eyes and the paleness of his face. Up close he looked exhausted and she put her hand on his cheek.
"You look like hell." She said, her eyes widening anxiously. "What's going on?"
She looked around Dean to find Sam, suspicious of why they would have come all this way to see her.
"Maybe I just wanted to see you."
She rolled her eyes at him and pulled away, continuing to stare at him as if he was something fantastic to her. She had honestly never thought she'd see him again. Not yet anyway, thinking she'd never be with him again was too painful to consider. She tossed her empty coffee cup into the bin next to the pillar.
"Where's Sam?" She asked, putting her pile of folders and her bag onto a nearby display case so she could shrug into her coat.
"You're really not buying this for a second are you?" Dean asked, sounding affronted at her inability to believe that he was there purely to see her.
"No I'm not." She said, gathering her things back into the crook of her arm. "Where's Sam?"
Dean sighed and shrugged one shoulder, falling into step with her as they headed towards the car park exit.
"Why is it so difficult for you to believe I'm here to see you?" He asked after a moment of silence.
Maddy sighed as she tapped in her password to open the car park door, her heels clanging on the metal stairs as they descended.
"Because I know you Dean. Almost a year apart for you is nothing compared to what it was for me."
He took a long stride to get onto the step in front of her and stopped, his arm on the rail so she couldn't get past him.
"You think I jumped on the first girl I met, don't you."
She stared at him with a blank face, a fiery look in her eyes indicating that he should be out of her way before she opened her mouth. He took a step backwards down the stairs, watching her descend towards him.
"Let's just say that I have no doubt you didn't go lonely these past few months."
She manoeuvred past him before he could answer and stepped out into the main area of the staff car park. Before she could head over to her car someone grabbed her bag and tugged, almost yanking her over. Her files dropped out of her hands and scattered across the concrete floor. She heard Sam yelling from across the car park and Dean running down the stairs behind her.
Before either of them could reach her she had climbed to her feet, gripped the mugger's wrist in an iron grip and yanked it back at an awkward angle. He gave a scream of pain and let go of her bag. She kneed him hard in the crotch and punched him in the face until he had fallen to the floor.
Sam and Dean stared at her as she started gathering her files together from the floor, muttering to herself angrily.
"You guys gonna help me or what?" She snapped.
Once she had dumped her folders into the back seat of her car she turned to face them with glowing cheeks.
"Sorry." She said sheepishly, grinning at Sam who was hovering next to Dean as though unsure of his reception. "Hey you."
She reached out and hugged him, holding onto him for a lot longer than Dean liked. She pulled back and studied the two of them for a moment.
"You two look like crap, what's happened?"
They exchanged a look as she leant back against her car and stared apprehensively at them as they shifted.
"Long story." Sam started, biting his lip at the look on Maddy's face.
"Better start talking then." She said, turning away from them to put her bag into her car.
She took a breath, feeling weary already from too much happening at once. She felt Dean's hand on her arm and she closed her eyes briefly.
"You're shaking." He said quietly, recoiling when she shrugged his hand off of her arm.
She ignored his comment and climbed into her car, leaning out of her window to speak to Sam.
"You guys can follow me." She said shortly.
Her house was a very pretty three storey house which looked like it had been built by a very rich person. It was just around the corner from a long street of very normal looking houses, on its own in a little field with a winding path leading to it. They pulled up outside her house as she backed into her garage and climbed out of the car.
"Nice place." Sam said, hovering at the side of the Impala as she locked up her garage.
"You can stay." Maddy said, grinning at him when he became very flustered and tried to convince her they didn't want to intrude. "It's no problem… big house."
Dean pulled their duffel bags out of the boot without a word, following Maddy up the front steps and into the house.
"This all yours?" Dean asked, dropping their bags rather unceremoniously just inside the front door.
Maddy turned back to look at him as she dropped her keys onto the side-table and switched on the lamp.
"Nah, it's my Aunt and Uncle's place but they're in South Asia so they said I could crash here."
Sam nodded at her but Dean had already wandered down the hallway and found the kitchen. They joined him while Maddy made them some food from the left over take-aways and pizzas in her fridge and dug some beers out.
"So really, why are you guys here?" She asked as she led them into the front room. "Watch the carpet."
Dean rolled his eyes as Sam tiptoed across the thick cream carpet and sat carefully down on one of the plush red sofa.
"Well you know I told you about the gates of Hell opening in that email I sent you?" Sam started, frowning at Dean already stuffing his face. "Well the demons that got out sort of started a war…"
Maddy lifted her eyebrows at him, tugging her shoes off and stretching her long legs out and yawning.
"Wow… that's why I haven't heard from you in so long then." She said coolly as she tied her hair back out of her face in a loose ponytail. "Get to the point boys."
Sam bit his lip and chanced a look at Dean, who had his eye on the last slice of pizza left on the plate and obviously had no intention of drawing Maddy's attention back to himself in her current mood.
"We thought you might want to help us." Sam finally said, meeting her gaze nervously when she looked at him.
"Let me think about it." She said, getting to her feet and stretching.
She didn't fail to notice that Dean took in every inch of her body as she did so and she grinned to herself.
"You guys can stay."
She led them out of the room and up the wide stairs, her now bare feet making no noise on the soft carpeted steps. She opened two adjacent doors before kissing them both on the cheek goodnight and retreating to her room.
As she towelled herself dry after her quick shower she stared hard at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was wet and dripping onto her bare shoulders and her eyes were red from exhaustion. Was she really going to go into that life again? In theory she could do it; the exhibition she had just arranged at the museum was finalized and she was due a sabbatical anyway. Plus her Aunt and Uncle would be back in a week and she hadn't got any further with looking for a new place.
She sighed and splashed some cold water onto her face, slipping into her towelled robe and heading out of the bathroom.
"You done?"
She stifled a scream as Dean materialised in front of her, barefoot and dressed in only his jeans and a t-shirt with a toothbrush in his hand.
"Yeah." She said, waving a hand idly over her shoulder. "You can use anything in the bathroom."
He nodded at her and moved into the doorway.
"You'd have thought a place this big would have more than one bathroom." He commented, the light from the bathroom framing him and leaving his face dark.
"It does, the master bedroom has an en suite but it's not as big as this one." She said, hurriedly dropping her eyes when Dean pulled his top off. "I should have used it so you guys could have this one. Sorry."
He grinned at her with that look on his face that always made her melt.
"We've all shared before." He said, tucking his t-shirt into his belt.
Maddy followed his hand, wondering idly if he was about to take his jeans off. As if reading her thoughts he took a step towards her.
"Feel like sharing?"
She frowned at him and then rolled her eyes, pulling her robe tighter around her.
"I'm tired." She said shortly, turning away from him and closing her bedroom door firmly behind her.
"You really think she'll come with us?" Dean asked Sam, gulping his coffee and wincing at the heat.
"I don't know, I kind of hope so… we could use her." Sam replied, busy at the grill cooking a pan of greasy food. "She was good."
Maddy grinned despite herself, watching the two of them from where she had paused outside of the kitchen door.
"Why thank you, I like to think I taught you people something." She said as she wandered into the room and sat down besides Dean at the breakfast bar.
"Eggs?" Sam asked her, prodding whatever was in the pan with the spatula.
She nodded, helping herself to the coffee they had made. She got back to her feet when she heard the letterbox clang loudly in the early morning silence. She padded back into the kitchen with a newspaper in her hand.
"I need to sort a few things about before I leave. You guys should go fight the good fight and I'll catch up next week." She said as she resumed her seat, flicking through the newspaper idly and sipping her coffee.
When she looked up they were staring at her as though unsure of what to say. She decided she'd let them hang for a bit and set about demolishing the pile of eggs Sam had placed before her.
After a long day of being filled in on everything that had happened over the year since Yellow-Eyes had been killed, Maddy had a killer headache which was not helped by the prospect of everything she had to sort out before she followed them.
"So this is where I'm meeting you next week?" She muttered to herself, memorising the address Sam had given her. "Another shitty pub in the middle of nowhere. Can't these demons ever take over a spa?"
Sam laughed, kissing her on the cheek and thanking her for letting them stay.
"Bobby and Ellen are arranging an army I think."
He gave her a last hug as he said goodbye and headed for the car so she could have some privacy with Dean.
"Are you OK?" She asked Dean as he stood with his hands in his jeans pockets staring at her idly.
"Fantastic." He said with an odd sideways grin.
"Yeah, your Dad's dead, your brother died, you sold your soul to a demon then got it back… although it's questionable as to whether you ever had one in the first place…" She trailed off when he muttered something at her and she found herself laughing so that she wouldn't cry. "I'm sorry all of this happened to you and I wasn't there."
He shrugged, staring at a spot over her head so he wouldn't see her eyes filled with tears.
"There wasn't anything you could have done."
She shook her head, dropping her gaze to stare at her still bare feet.
"That wasn't what I meant." She muttered, clutching the paper bag of food she had made for them to her chest.
She reached out and pulled him into a hug, inhaling his scent and almost clinging to him as she discreetly wiped away a stray tear. When she pulled away she pressed her lips briefly against his. She pulled away and handed him the food.
"Have a safe journey and I guess I'll see you soon."
He nodded and turned away, climbing into the car without a word to Sam.