Authors note:
So I typed all of this from my phone, please go easy on me as its not that easy to catch all the mistakes when you're typing on a phone. My idea was never fully formed before I started writing, but I like it so far and hope you all enjoy it as well. Each chapter will more than likely be like a new episode, or I will try and keep it that way. Reviews are very welcome! I could use the input. Thank you!
Enjoy!
Location: Attica, Michigan
It was a cold and stormy night. The petite raven haired beauty lay upon one of the Queen sized beds in the motel room they had been in for nearly a week. Her brilliant emerald eyes lifted from the magazine that she had been idly skimming through to gaze up at her younger sister, only 3 years younger than her current age of 26. Lucy, her younger sister, had been perked on the window ledge of their motel room for nearly an hour by then. Gazing out into the storm clouded night. Lacey was surprised she could see much of anything with the rain pelting the window like it was. Lacey knew what Lucy was looking for, though, head lights. Not just any headlights, but the head lights belonging to a 1967 Chevy impala.
"The longer you sit there gazing out the window like a puppy dog waiting for its owner to get home the longer your dear Sammy takes to get here." Lacey couldn't help but tease her younger sister. Lucy didn't even turn away from the window, she continued gazing out of it her own cerulean orbs focusing on the clarity that came when lightening flashed in the sky.
"If their lack of punctuality was due to anyone, it would be your beloved Dean." Lucy retorted causing Lacey to roll her eyes.
"If hooking up occasionally makes him my beloved then so be it." Lacey grumbled as she fell back onto the bed, the magazine opening again to a random page. She crossed her legs just at the ankles, her slightly heeled black leather boots still on her feet.
"They're here." Lucy all but squealed as she moved away from the window to hurry to the door.
"You're really going to let them know you were sitting at the ready by throwing the door open before they even get to it? " Lacey questioned with a laugh, glad that her sister couldn't see the fluttering of her heart in her chest at the idea that Dean Winchester, the only man who had ever caught her interest in such a way, was there... And he was there to see them... And well, help them.
The two girls had been stuck on a case that had compiled 4 bodies in the past 2 1/2 months. They had little evidence and their leads were turning up to be dead ends. With their 5th person missing, the heat was on to save them before they ended up like the other 4 mutilated corpses.
"Shut it, Lacey." Lucy all but growled as a knock came to their door. Lucy opened it without hesitation to reveal the tall, built, and slightly adorable Sam.
"Hey. Glad to see you're still as punctual as ever." Lucy teased as she allowed Sam into the room, his clothes a bit damp from the rain.
"Yeah, well you know Dean, he had to stop for food... 3 times." Sam said causing both girls to laugh, Lacey added an eye roll for good measure.
"Your brother is a bottomless pit...speaking of... Where is the walking black hole?" Lacey inquired.
"Getting our room... And he saw the vending machine had those little hostess pies... "Sam said.
Lacey shook her head causing her long raven tresses to fan out over her shoulders.
"I'll go round him up, Luc, you fill Sam in on what we know." Lacey said before she stood from where she had been sitting in the bed.
"See you in the morning... " Lucy chimed in as Lacey reached the door. Sam laughed at the younger Remington girls comment before he quickly covered it with a cough.
lacey opened the door, letting in the sound of the pouring rain, but turned before she walked out under the awning.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do." With a wink, she was out the door and heading towards where she knew the vending machines were.
"I don't get how you don't weigh at least 50 pounds more than you do by now... " Lacey teased when she walked up on Dean who had been gathering his goodies from the return on the machine.
" Fighting monsters tends to keep a man in good shape." Dean responded with ease as he stood and turned to face Lacey.
"Which I can see it does very well for you, Lace." Dean commented, obviously appreciative of the girls toned yet feminine physique.
"It's kind of hard to be over weight when every other night you're fighting some new creepy creature...or critter." Lacey said as Dean began to make his way to his room with Lacey at his side.
"That's right, I remember hearing about that oversized night crawler you and Lucy wasted." Dean recalled the case Lacey had mentioned with ease.
"Yeah... Only Lucy hid while I blasted the damn thing and I was the one stuck with this nasty yellowish gunk in my hair for 3 days." Lacey pulled a face as she lifted a hand to brush those very same tresses of ebony over her shoulder.
"Sounds just like Lucy...couldn't even stand the sight of a squished spider." Said Dean.
"Her squeamish ways always made for good entertainment, though. Still do." Lacey admitted.
"Enough about your sister, though. How have you been? " Dean asked as they reached the room that was his and his brothers, he unlocked the door either ease, flipped on the nearest light switch and threw the bag he had been carrying over his shoulder onto the bed.
" I've been alright. I mean, how good can you really be on the road all the time hunting?" She asked as he set his pies down on the little table in the corner of the room. lacey shut the door behind herself and watched as Dean took a seat upon the edge of the bed nearest the door.
"Depends on how much you enjoy what you do." Dean replied.
"I enjoy it, ridding raw world of evil one twisted work of nature at a time... But I like it a lot more when you and Sammy come by to help out." Lacey said as she made her way over to where Dean sat, she slipped onto his lap her legs straddling his as her hands rested upon his shoulders. On cue, his hands lifted to find her petite waist, managing to connect with the bare skin of her hips when they pushed her black scoop neck shirt up.
Deans smirk was instant as his eyes ran over the girls petite yet very form, lifting to finally lock on her eyes. Those beautiful emerald pools.
"I was hoping you and Luc would run into trouble... Hell a simple, we miss you guys come see us, text would have had me jumping into baby and heading where ever you were." When he said things like that, Lacey couldn't help but fall for him all over again, just like she had at the young age of 14…and just like she did on repeat each and every time they were together.
"Well, I did miss you... A lot." Lacey informed him as she leaned into him to place a kiss upon his jaw. "More than you could ever imagine." She added as she place another kiss along his jawline, following that kiss with a few more.
"I've got a pretty vivid imagination, Lace." Dean replied, his voice sounding a bit low and husky.
"How about we let your imagination rest and I just how you how very much I kissed you." Her kisses led up, closer to his mouth before she pulled away, only so much so that she was less than an inch away from his lips.
"You are so damn awesome." Dean replied, his lips brushing her as be spoke, a grin appeared on her lips before she finally no pressed her lips to his giving him the kiss she had been dying to give him since she walked up on him at the vending machine.
Dean awoke the next day to the sound of the shower that Lacey was taking. She had managed to sneak out of bed, into his shirt, out of the room, to her room, sneaking in to see Sam and Lucy cuddling... Not paying any mind to that she had snatched up some of her own clothes and had headed back to Sam and Deans motwl room. All without getting caught.
It was one of the many talents of the oldest Remington sister, a stealth way about her that exceeded the abilities of most. She was just rinsing her hair of the conditioner the motel provided, this particular place had some that smelled of lavender, one of her favorites, when the curtain was ripped open.
"Miss me, Lovely Lacey?" Slime bag King of Hell Crowley. How he managed to sneak into the bathroom of the room her and Dean were in was beyond her. The fact that she knew Crowley meant her no harm didn't stop the scream at his sudden appearance from escaping her. Nor did it stop her primal instincts either. Albeit she was naked, Lacey still reacted the way she would with any intruder. She fought. She grabbed the industrial strength curtain rod, and then kicked sending Crowley smashing hard into the bathroom door. The very door that Dean was on the other side of.
"Lacey? What's going on in there?! " Dean yelled from the other side of the door, his voice loud and demanding. She could tell he was trying to open the door by the way it was rattling.
" This damn pervert. Thats what's going on." Lacey replied as she scurried to grab a towel to wrap around herself.
"If I wanted to get my jollies off I'd have popped in on the two of you last night." Crowley admitted with a grain as he stood up, soon to be shoved out of the way of the entrance by the door that Dean had shouldered open. Dean in all his glory wearing nothing but boxers.
"You slimy son of a bitch." Dean growled before grabbing Crowley by the collar and hauling him out of the bathroom.
"What? I was just popping in to offer a bit of assistance." Crowley feigned innocence as his grin came back to his lips.
"Assistance?" Dean asked, Lacey could hear them talking from where she was dressing inside of the bathroom, away from the peeping eyes of the King of Hell.
"All the dead people, this other one missing, Shannon Planchette? Not that her name really matters. They all had one thing in common, didn't they?" Crowley asked a slightly bewildered looking Dean.
"What do you mean?" Lacey asked from the bathroom as she pulled on the dark, slightly distressed , denim skinny jeans.
"So you haven't found it yet... All of the now departed... And the one missing shared one thing. A talisman, one that belonged to me, one that I want back." It was all starting to make sense now, of course Crowley wasn't there to help out of the kindness of his heart. He was there for his own selfish reasons.
"If the whole reason these people are ending up dead is because of this damn talisman, than why should we give it back to you?" Dean questioned his voice demanding as always... And oh so very attractive.
"They're ending up dead because the damned thing controls my hounds. The touch it and a hell hound is called to them. Slowly drives them mad, and now half my hell hounds are out wandering around in Attica just waiting for someone to pick up that talisman again." Crowley droned on in explanation. Lacey finished dressing in a long sleeved black scoop neck and joined the two in the sitting room to see Crowley sitting upon one of the kitchen chairs and Dean fully dressed as well.
"And I hate to break it to you, but your Missing person is more than likely already dead." Crowley announced before standing from where he had been sitting, brushing off his fine black suit.
"So you burst in here to tell us you lost your favorite toy and that we should fetch it for you?" Lacey asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes." Crowley nodded.
"If it weren't for the fact that this girl could still be out there alive, I'd tell you to suck it." Lacey retorted.
"Oh? Suck what? We may be able to work something out." Crowley barely got the words out of his mouth before Dean had him by the throat.
"Right then... I was just leaving." Crowley choked out as Dean released the hold on his neck.
Neither of the two tried to stop Crowley as he walked out of the room, nearly running into Sam and Lucy on the way.
"Moose. Little Remington." Crowley nodded to the both of them, not bothering with the bewildered looks on their faces before continuing on his way.
"What was he doing here?" Lucy asked the moment they were fully in the room, lifting a hand to tuck a lock of chestnut hair behind her ear.
"Well, to put it plainly, we solved this case. Crowley misplaced one of his toys and now we clean up the mess." Dean explained as Lacey lifted her arms to cross over her chest.
"It's hell hounds that have been tearing those people up. That doesn't explain that girl that's still missing, though." Lacey said.
"Hell hounds? They sold their souls?" Sam asked.
"No, they just got their hands on the wrong thing. Some talisman. It controls the hounds, calls them right to whoever has the thing." Dean continued to explain.
"So somehow in the past nearly 3 months 4 different people got their hands on it and died... What about the 5th one, I've never heard of Hell hounds taking hostages." Sam countered.
"What if she's really just a missing person?" Lucy suggested.
"Only one way to find out. We do some digging." Lacey said.
"Sam, Lucy you two get on the research. Lace and I will see what we can dig up in town."
"How often do you leave Sam alone to do all the computer work while you go out to do field work... And by that I mean grab a burger and some pie?" Lacey asked as she sat across from Dean at their table in the diner they had found. Lacey could have sworn Dean's nose could sniff out the best food in any small town.
Dean laughed at her question causing the girl to smile, her plump lips pulling back to reveal her pearly whites.
"I always bring him back something to eat." Dean defended himself causing Lacey to laugh. She gave a slight shake of her head before taking a bite of the Apple pie she had ordered.
"You know, this reminds me of back when our dad's first let us go on a hunt together." Lacey reminisced.
"They were so adamant on keeping us apart. even though they let Sammy and Lucy spend all sorts of time together." Dean replied.
"Thats because Lucy hadn't blossomed like I had and Sammy didn't quite look at Lucy the way you did me." Just saying those words caused a racing to pick up in Laceys chest, her heart hammering against her rib cage. Dean, after all those years, still looked at her the same way. Like she was the only girl in the room... Hell like she was the only girl on the planet.
"Probably doesn't help that the one time they did leave us alone together they caught us making out in your bedroom." Dean added. Lacey had to stiffle a laugh at that remembering the exact look on her father's face.
"I thought my dad was going to murder you." Lacey admitted.
"I did too. I'm still surprised he let me anywhere near you again." Dean chuckled himself at the thought.
"Your dad always had a way with mine, you know it was him who told my dad we could handle one measly werewolf on our own." Lacey admitted.
"We did too... After the pie that is." Dean said recalling that night perfectly, Laceys smile hadn't left her face as she thought back to that night. Dean had been the perfect gentlemen to her and he had been very impressed when Lacey made the perfect shot into the heart of the werewolf that night as well.
"That was some very good pie." Lacey admitted, a smile on her lips before she finished off the pie that sat before her.
"A woman after my own heart." Dean said flashing the girl a wink as he too finished off his own pie.
The chiming of Lacey's phone alerted her of a text message. Looking down at her phone she saw that it was from Lucy.
TEXT: Found an address for Shannon Planchette. 3709 Gardner Rd
"Looks like we're done just in time." Lacey said as she showed the text to Dean. After tossing some bills down into the counter he spoke.
"Let's go check it out."
"Well, it doesn't look like she was taken from here if she was kidnapped. It's way too clean." Lacey said, stating the obvious as the two of them searched the two bedroom apartment of their missing person.
"I don't think she was kidnapped at all." The tone of his voice triggered something in Lacey letting her know that she needed to be on high alert. She left the bedroom she was in to see Dean standing in the room at the end of the hall.
"What were your victims names?" Dean asked as he entered the room and Lacey followed seeing the shrine in the middle of the room. It looked to have a holder of some sort, it seemed as if whatever they had been looking for they had found.
"Leslie White, Julia Drake, Susan Potts, and Trisha Tyler." Lacey recited the names from memory easily.
"Looks like this Shannon isn't as innocent as you guys thought." Dean lifted what he had been looking at, a year book, all of the women she had listed were in the senior class photo and crossed off, 2 more were circled.
"It looks like Caroline and Corrine Collins are next... Twins... Nice." Lacey couldn't help but whack Dean upon the shoulder causing him to wince before putting the book back upon the stand it had been on.
"Better get out of here before she sics the hounds on us." Dean said.
"I'll call Lucy and have her find the Collins twins. We can hang out around here, see if Shannon comes back." Lacey said as the two left the apartment together.
It had been 3 hours and no progress had been made, yes Sam and Lacey had found the twins, but nothing had changed with them either. Both of them sat happily at what looked to be their shared home. That was until Dean's phone rang.
"We're on our way." Lacey already knew it had to have been Sam calling as Dean fired up the impala and raced to follow the GPS tracker on his brothers phone.
"Shannons finally come out of hiding, they saw her sneaking through the bushes in the back yard. I'm sure the hounds are nearby. Do me a favor, call Crowley. Tell him it's time to pick up his dogs." Dean said as he handed his phone over to the pretty raven haired girl in his passenger seat.
She pulled up Crowleys number and then dialed.
"Dean, I wasn't expecting you to call so soon." Crowley answered.
"It's me, perv." Lacey replied.
"Ah, and to what do I owe the pleasure?" Crowley asked.
"Your dogs are groomed and ready for pick up." She said before hanging up, knowing that Crowley would know where to find them.
"The less communication I have with that man, the less of a sleeze bag I feel like." Lacey commented causing a laugh from Dean. Lacey proceeded to fetch her gun from inside her jacket, checking to make sure it was loaded.
"Let's take this evil bimbo down." Lacey said as they pulled up outside of the house behind the car Lucy and Sam had been driving. It was empty.
"They must have already gone in. Awesome."Dean said sarcastically as he retrieved his own gun and the two of them slipped out of the impala. That was when they heard it, the screams coming from the house. As they ran closer the could hear the snarling and growling as well.
"Shit." Lacey said as they appeared on the scene, one of the twins was pinned down by an invisible source, a hell hound, the other was nowhere to be seen, Shannon was standing in the middle of the floor the talisman in her hand and a wicked smile in her lips.
Lacey could see Lucy sneaking up behind Shannon from down the hall, Shannons eyes lifted from the helpless girl on the ground to Dean and Lacey appearing in the room.
"Drop the guns or the girl looses her head. Not that she doesn't deserve it." Shannon ordered.
Dean and Lacey obliged.
"I'm sorry, Shannon. Please. High-school was so long ago. I was a mean girl back then, so was Caroline. We know that now. Please let me go." The hound pinning the girl growled causing Corrine to squeal out in fear.
"Really? Another high-school nerd looking for revenge?" Dean asked keeping the attention on them as Lucy continued to advance.
"Shut up! Don't call me that!" Lacey felt a shifting in the air as one of the hounds advanced on them.
"Woah. Woah. I was just saying, isn't it a little late to still be holding grudges?" Lucy finally reached Shannon, pouncing on the girl she struggled to get the Talisman from her.
Lucy was tackled by a hell hound, pinned similar to Corrine before she could get too far. Dean, though, as Shannon was distracted picked up his gun and aimed it at Shannon taking his shot the moment he was able to.
Shannon hit the floor dead in a matter of seconds. Just in time too as Crowley appeared, striding over to the girls body and grabbing the talisman. The hounds on the girls retreated instantly, she could hear another's nails clicking on the hard wood of the floor too as it came running to Crowley and the one that had been guarding them retreated as well.
"Come on pups, daddy's here to take you home." Crowley, without saying a word to the others in the room, left.
"Sammy!" Sam and Caroline entered into the room from where they had barricaded themselves in the study.
"Are you Alright?" Lacey asked Corrine as she approached her, helping her off from the floor. She was a little battered and bruised, but otherwise Alright.
"Yeah, I'll live, thanks to you guys." Corrine responded.
After assuring that the girls were safe and had somewhere to stay, the other 4 left heading back to the motel rooms to pack and head their own separate ways again.
"I'll be back, I've got some unfinished business to attend to." Lacey told Lucy as she tossed her duffle bag into the trunk of their car.
"When are you going to stop referring to Dean as unfinished business?" Lucy teased causing Lacey to crack a small grin.
"Oh shut up, your unfinished business is on his way over here now." Lacey said spotting Sam walking towards them.
She gave him a smile as she headed the way towards where she knew the impala was parked, outside of their room on the other side of the building. Lacey walked up, hands in the pockets of her tight jeans as Dean shut the trunk, revealing the beautiful girl standing before him.
"You know, this will always be my least favorite part of seeing you," Lacey began as she moved closer to Dean who leaned against the back of his car, his eyes never leaving the advancing beauty. "I've always hated goodbyes."
"How many times have I told you, it's never a good bye." Dean said as Lacey came within arms reach. "It's see you later." Dean finished as he reached out to grab her by the hips and pull her to him. Lacey lifted her arms to wrap around his neck, her head dipping into the crook of his neck to inhale that familiar scent of his. This never got easier, it only got harder as the years went on.
Lifting her head her brilliant emerald eyes met his beautiful hazel-green eyes. She had to fight back the urge to cry as she placed a slow lingering kiss to his lips.
"See you later." She whispered against his lips. Hoping that she would see him again soon. If only she had known the circumstances, maybe she wouldn't have wished such a thing.