Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.
Author's note: This follows on from the end of Four Floors Up.
Reunion
Chapter one
Stifling a yawn, Dean raised his beer bottle to his lips, pausing with the neck of the bottle resting on his chin,
"So now what?" He asked, looking over at Sam who lounged back casually in his seat. Sam smiled a little, dusting back a few strands of hair from his eye,
"Well, I figured you'd wanna head down to Louisiana." He replied,
"No."
"No?" Sam laughed, dropping his feet to the floor as he leant forwards to lower his voice so he didn't wake Maggie who lay asleep on a nearby bed, "Dean…you've left her five messages and she hasn't called you back…"
Dean shrugged,
"Look…" He began, extending a finger as he held his bottle, "Let's just forget about it, yeah? She'll call…" He insisted. Sam raised his eyebrows as he leant back in his seat,
"I think you're wrong…" He said seriously, "She could be hurt and need our help…you know how dangerous vampires can be!" He exclaimed, voice raising. Dean placed a finger to his lips quickly,
"Quiet down!" He hissed as they heard a rustle from outside. Sam moved carefully to the lamp on the bedside table, flicking it off so that they could see outside of the large window, the moonlight casting silhouettes through the dull curtains. A shadow crept along in front of the window towards the door. The two men watched as it's arm extended and the door handle shook. They exchanged knowing looks before the door opened, Dean lunging forwards, attempting to put the intruder in a headlock. There was a loud scuffle that awoke Maggie as the wrestling pair on the floor bumped into the bedside table, throwing John's journal all over the floor. Maggie rubbed at her eyes and flicked on the light just as the click of a gun being cocked echoes around the room.
Sam and Maggie looked on in shock to see Dean sprawled on the floor, pinned beneath Lola who sat on his chest, her gun against his forehead,
"Lola!" Maggie gasped, jumping out of her bed and snatching up Lola's black and white truckers hat that had been discarded on the floor. The hunters auburn curls were all over the place in a shaggy mess which was the result of her brawl with Dean on the floor. He scowled at her,
"You disappear for a month…" He panted, "And then you break into our motel room, smash my head in and point a gun in my face?"
"Hi honey, I'm home…" She drawled sarcastically as she stood, smoothing down her hair as she rested her gun on the table that Sam and Dean had been sat at. Maggie lunged forwards, enveloping the slightly taller girl in a hug,
"Thank God…" She breathed, "I was really worried…" She whispered. Lola smiled, placing her arms around Maggie's pyjama-clad body. Sam smiled, hugging her as soon as Maggie had let go,
"Glad to see you're okay…and still kicking Dean's ass." He smirked. Dean cleared his throat and Sam looked up before looking over at Maggie awkwardly. The two silently agreed to give the others some space and quietly disappeared to the car. Dean slouched back into his seat at the table, tapping his finger tips impatiently on the table top,
"So what do I owe this pleasure?" He finally muttered, casting his olive eyes up slowly and sending her a piercing gaze,
"I figured I'd check on you guys."
"Well isn't that considerate…especially when I woke up one morning to find you'd left."
"I left you a note." She said defensively,
"I told you not to go."
"Encase
you hadn't noticed…I am not Sam…do not tell me what to do!"
She growled, drawing herself up so that she stood over him, "Don't
ever talk to me like a child ever again Dean Winchester because I may
care about you but I will not hesitate to break your nose."
"Wow…you
really know how to charm a guy, huh?" He sneered. Lola rolled her
eyes,
"I don't know why I bothered coming back…I should've just stayed away."
"Well you can hardly think I'd be happy when you returned…you left me in the middle of the night after I'd told you I didn't want you to go alone…I was worried, Lola!"
Lola sighed heavily, looking at her feet,
"Dean, I'm sorry…I had to do it…but it's done now and…it's all over." She breathed, dusting her hair back behind her ear. Dean frowned, catching sight of her neck,
"Where'd you get that?" He asked, moving his hand forwards to hold her hair so that he could see the large gash in her skin. She pulled herself away,
"Yeah…it wasn't smooth sailing down there." She admitted. Dean frowned,
"Well…I hate to say I told you so…"
"If I let you say it, can we call it even?" She asked quietly. He smirked,
"Sure…"
"Dean…" Sam called from his laptop at the table, glancing over his shoulder to look for his brother. He looked over at Maggie and Lola who were sat on Maggie's bed, "Where'd he go?"
The two girls shrugged, Lola staring into a compact mirror, rubbing lotion into her face while Maggie flicked impatiently through a magazine. Sam huffed, realising that they were both essentially useless. He sucked in another breath, about to call for his brother again when Dean opened the bathroom door, stepping out, a towel wrapped around his waist, another around his head in a turban-style. It took all of Sam's strength and will-power not to burst out into hysterical laughter. Lola, however, was a little less tactile and fell backwards laughing so hard she consequently tolled backwards off of Maggie's bed,
"What?!" Dean exclaimed angrily,
"Nice…towel…" Maggie said, pressing her lips together tightly so not to laugh,
"My hair was wet!" Dean replied defensively, "I didn't want to catch a cold."
"Right…" Sam murmured in disbelief, shaking his head before turning the laptop around to face the elder of the two, "You've got mail, Dean."
"Really?"
"Yeah…from our old high school back in Kansas."
Dean leant forwards over Sam to read his email. Sam cleared his throat as several drops fell off of Dean's torso and onto his shirt,
"Dude!" He finally exclaimed, holding his hands up, exasperated, "You're dripping water all over me! Can you at least get dressed first?"
Dean rolled his eyes, disappearing back into the bathroom. Maggie turned back to Lola,
"You can close your mouth now." She said soothingly, patting the red-head gently on the shoulder, "And remember to breathe…that's it…good job Lola…" She laughed softly, draping an arm around the other girl loosely. Lola shifted uncomfortably, shrugging her friend off before returning to her mirror, now beginning to tweeze at her eyebrows as Dean returned in his usual jeans and open shirt with a vest beneath,
"Better?" He asked Sam irritably who nodded in response. Dean leant over his brother again, quickly reading the email, "Oh God…" He groaned,
"What?" The other three asked, concerned,
"It's my high school reunion." He muttered,
"Cool." Sam said with a shrug, "You had a blast in high school…mainly because you didn't do any actual work…" Sam drawled, "You should go."
"I don't want to." Dean replied icily, "What exactly do I have to show for it?"
"You're the best liar I know…make it up! They're not going to know!"
"You could hook up with all your old exes?" Lola joked. Dan tilted his head slightly, musing that statement over for a few seconds,
"I guess it wouldn't be so bad…" He mumbled before turning back to Lola, "But I'm gonna need a date…" He said with a sly smirk,
"Me?!" Lola exclaimed, "I can't be your date!"
"Why the hell not?"
"Because I am way out of your league and everyone will know it's a farce!" She smirked. Dean rolled his eyes,
"Lola…" He began warningly, "Please don't make me beg."
Lola sighed heavily,
"Do I have much of a choice?"
"Thanks." He smiled, "It's an excuse to get drunk."
"You
could've taken Maggie, y'know…I am supposed to be dead."
"No
one who knows you is going to be at my high school reunion."
"You're right…" Lola admitted, "Princess Lola does not associate with people from Kansas." She joked,
"And besides…I said I needed someone hot so that rules Maggie out."
"HEY!" Maggie cried, "That's just plain rude!"
Upon arriving in Lawrence, Kansas, Maggie and Lola disappeared to find food, leaving Sam and Dean to get their motel rooms,
"So what do you think…?" Sam asked, reaching into his pocket for his wallet, "A room for us and one for the girls? That's probably easiest…" He continued. Dean placed a hand on his brother's shoulder,
"Get you and Maggie a room, don't worry about us."
"You actually think you're going to get lucky tonight, don't you?" Sam snorted, shaking his head in disgust,
"No…" Dean replied quietly, "I just figured, y'know…we might be getting back late and we don't wanna wake you guys up."
"Uh huh…" Sam replied, disbelieving, "Whatever Dean."
Dean shifted awkwardly, looking around shiftily,
"…what…?" He asked with a little uncertainly, a nervous grin gracing his lips. Sam tsked, shaking his head again, "What?!" Dean asked again, a little louder,
"Will you stop embarrassing yourself?" Sam sighed as they walked into the reception office.
"Okay…let's go over this again…" Maggie said firmly. Lola rolled her eyes and collapsed back onto Maggie's pillow,
"Is
this really necessary?"
"You and Dean have to have your
stories strait otherwise you'll both look like idiots."
"We're not infiltrating the ministry of defence, y'know." Lola remarked before sighing, "Okay…fine…" She sucked in a deep breath, "My name's Lola, I'm twenty-two years old, I've been going out with Dean for six months, he's a mechanic and we met through mutual friends at a fund raiser for AIDS relief."
Maggie nodded,
"Sounds
good."
"Though after five glasses of wine, I can't tell you
how flexible that story will be."
"Remember not to be too clingy or anything, you know what Dean's like."
Lola arched a slender eyebrow,
"Do I seem like the clingy type to you?" She asked, raising one of her knees up, resting her bare foot on the duvet,
"I guess not…" Maggie admitted quietly, "You looking forward to tonight?"
"Surrounded by people I don't know and will never meet again, pretending to be the girlfriend of one of my best friends who I actually adore…eh…it's just an average Friday night for Lola!"
Maggie smirked,
"You'll have fun. Just focus on the champagne!"
"What're you two talking about?" Sam asked as he dropped onto the bed beside Maggie,
"Not much." Maggie shrugged,
"Right…let's get going." Dean announced as he emerged from the bathroom in his dark faded jeans, biker boots and black vest, a deep powder blue shirt buttoned half way over the top,
"That's what you're wearing?" Lola asked as she jumped up to get her shoes on. She wore a complete contrast to Dean in a black dress that had a pencil skirt and square neck-line, a soft white cashmere long-sleeved shrug pulled over her shoulders and arms to cover her tattoos. Her shoes were black, high heel courts with white piping, giving them a retro feel,
"What's wrong with it?"
"Dean,
you look how you look every day." Maggie observed, "Shouldn't
you wear a tie?"
"I buttoned the shirt up! I thought this was
supposed to be believable."
Sam cocked his head in resignation,
"He has a point…" Sam admitted, "No one would believe that Dean would wear a tie."
"Yeah…" Maggie agreed,
"Well let's get this over with…" Lola sighed, grabbing her white clutch from the side and smoothing back her straitened hair,
"You look pretty." Sam observed, "She looks great, doesn't she Dean?"
"Yep. Wonderful." Dean called over his shoulder as he made his way to the motel room door, "Let's go."
Maggie smiled sympathetically at Lola as she sighed heavily, following after the irritable Winchester, casting a longing and vaguely desperate look over her shoulder, regretting agreeing to go with Dean already.
