Through peer pressure I post this.. I'm conscious about my writings ;-;
The nest had become all too quiet for Dean's liking, Addled by the slowly growing effects of vampirism, he clutched his silver machete to his chest before he rounded the next corner pausing at the sound of harsh panting as a punch resonated through the area. The black haired amber-eyed maiden currently strapped upon a chair down the hall from Dean, gave a gentle cough as her captor, circled her.
"who.. Are you!" his voice echoed harshly
"Anna-Page... How many times must I tell you" Anna-page closed her eyes a moment shaking the hit from her form.
"That's well and good whore. Where did you fucking come from? You smell like vampire, Yet you are not vampire..." his accent afflicted drawls troubled Anna-page as she listened, her eyes suddenly flicking to the movement down the hall, which earnt her another harsh blow. "Answer the question whore!" Anna-Page dragged her head from the side, blood seeping from the left of her mouth
"I'm sorry vermin... What was the question again?" She gave a wince and a laugh as yet another blow hit her face. She focused sorely on the male behind her interrogator who with a silent move, cut the vampire's head from his shoulders, taking his place, though to Anna-Page's surprise, raised his machete once more.
"No, no! Wait, please... I'm not one of them!" Anna-Page stared at him panicked, her eyes flickering to look over his person. He was in rather bad shape
"Quiet, you blood sucking scumbag, I can smell what you are..." The machete raised higher.
"Please no... Look at my teeth!" Anna-page Opened her mouth flashing her whites and gums, Dean paused a moment leaning forward and looking carefully, angling her top lip up with his thumb before accepting with a small nod lowering his weapon.
"Got a name?" Dean wrestled with her confines freeing her from the chair
"Anna-Page"
"Anna. Dean.. Why do you smell like Vampire crap?" Anna-Page quirked an eyebrow at his wording.
"I'll explain later, How about we get out of here first hm?"
"No way. This place is too dangerous for you"
"I'm a Hunter too Dean and you're fucked as it is so hand it over and lets go" Dean Flicked his eyes over her form before pulling a slightly insulted face handing her the machete.
"Yeah because you look like a spring chicken..." The pair of hunters ran deeper into the nest. No point leaving it half destroyed.
Sam sat within the dingy motel room, quietly tapping out a tune on his thighs glancing to his wrist watch. He turned towards his grandfather, whom after he was named, who returned his glance shrugging.
"He's been gone a while" Samuel sighed
"Well... He is in the middle of a Vamp's nest" Sam shrugged before the motel door burst open, a bloodied pair, hobbling through, Dean relying heavily on his female companions support.
"Dean... Who's this?" Samuel watched as Anna-Page lowered Dean down onto the couch.
"A-Anna-page... Found her in the vamp's nest... She's clean" Dean panted, holding his side
"We don't know that." Sam got to his feet
"We'll watch her for 24 hours. More importantly, Dean. Did you get the blood?" Samuel looked towards Dean from Sam.
"Yeah, yeah.. Right here... Right here" He rummaged within his clothing pulling out a crudely capped vile of blood handing it to the elder.
"You stay put, Dean. I'll be right back with your cure" Samuel's glance moved from Dean watching Anna-Page a moment before he moved to the dining area making up the rest of the cure. Anna-Page looked around apprehensive about the thick atmosphere.
"Anna, is it?" Anna-Page Jolted a little looking up towards Sam.
"Oh.. Yes.."
"Beer?" He gestured the cheaply bought beverage in his hand towards her
"Please..." She reached forward taking the beer from him with a nod of thanks, popping it open and taking a deep swallow.
"So then... You were in the vamp nest?" Sam swigged his own beer, sitting in the opposing seat.
"Yes" Anna-Page nodded, rolling the beer bottle within her palms
"Why?"
"I smell like them, yet I am not one of them.. They were confused by me" Anna-Page looked up watching him
"Then what are you?" Sam's face creased with light confusion
"I'll explain everything... Let's wait for Dean first... He was the one who rescued me after all, but I assure you.. I am human" Anna-Page watched him carefully as he thought over her words, Noticing she was under scrutiny by the older hunter who fed what she presumed to be the 'cure' to Dean.
"Fair enough, you're not going anywhere anyway..." Sam took another drink, all of them looking towards Dean as he gave a cry of pain the hunters moving to his side before he slipped out of consciousness, Anna-Page gulped her beer hoping to swallow some of her apprehensiveness.
"So..." Samuel rounded the furniture sitting opposite Anna-Page "If I heard correctly... You smell like a vamp, but you're not one, so I assume you're still probably a monster" Samuel watched her every movement heavily judging even the smallest of actions
"That's correct, yet no sir. I'm not a monster" Anna-Page took another gulp of her beer.
"You're not a monster... Then please.. Explain the smell" Samuel tilted his head, sceptical of her.
"I've been looking for my father..." Anna-Page moved her glance towards the table in front of her.
"Your father?" Sam took the free seat on the couch, having dragged Dean into one of the beds
"Yes... He was stolen away by demons a while ago... But I heard they lost him to a Vampire coven... I've been jumping nests looking for him" Anna-Page flickered her gaze up from the table to Samuel watching as he thought over her tale.
"You do know he's mostly likely dead?" Sam stared at her receiving a quick glare from Samuel
"Blunt huh Sam..." Samuel shook his head, bringing his hand up to gently drag against his chin.
"Of course you ignorant shit, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't look..." Anna-Page glared at him hardly though Sam didn't seem to be phased in the least.
"Well then if you don't mind" Anna-Page turned her attention back to Samuel. "I'll start a full questioning"
"Go ahead. I have nothing to hide" Anna-Page gave a small smile before taking a drink of her beer.
"Full name?" Samuel leant back in his chair.
"Anna-Page troisen"
"Trois? Like the French number?" Samuel quirked an eyebrow
"Yes sir." Anna-Page crossed one leg over the other
"and where were you born?"
"The east midlands"
"East midlands?" Both hunters stared at her a moment
"England boys... England"
"Ah... You're a hunter?"
"All my life. Daddy dearest raised me in it" Samuel glanced at Sam before looking back towards Anna-Page
"Like these boys then..." The trio looked up as Dean began rousing from his unconscious state, slowly lifting himself from the bed. "How do you feel?"
"Better... Much better" Dean rubbed his eyes, dragging his finger tips over his cheeks and chin before looking towards the couch. "You're still here huh... Well what about you? You're alright?"
"She seems fine so far, come join us Dean... Having a little Q and A." Samuel looked over his shoulder towards him. Dean considered the option before taking a seat on the sofa next to Sam who offered him a beer, he pondered a moment but accepted it.
"So what's your story then? About the smell, you're not human right?"
"Apparently she is. She's been searching for her father who was stolen by demons, then stolen from the demons by vampires. The smell is from being Neck deep in vamp's" Dean listened to Samuel looking severely sceptical, He then looked towards Anna-Page looking her over before leaning back.
"Well... Explains a bit then" He took a deep gulp of his beer.
"I... Have a request" Anna-Page looked towards the three males
"Go on." Sam edged forward on his couch
"Let me come with you on your travels?"
"What?" Dean came forward
"I know you're in deeper than most... You're the Winchesters right?"
"So you've heard of us" Sam, tilted his head
"Everyone who's anyone has heard of the Winchesters... Just... I can be of use to you and usually where the Winchesters go... Demons go, No offence, but you seem like the kind of people that I should be around right now..." Anna-Page looked to the two younger's who exchanged a few looks.
"Alright" Sam did a double take focusing on Dean
"Alright?"
"She did well in the vamps nest, and if she's truly looking for her father then who are we to say no to this, besides safety in numbers right?"
"Dean her dads pretty much dead."
"Yo wow Sammy... Compassionless much? She's definitely coming now..." Dean glanced towards Anna-Page before he gestured to Sam "come talk to me in private"
"now?" Sam Looked around
"Now." The brothers moved outside the motel room leaving Anna-Page with Samuel
"What's wrong?"
"She's lying." Dean turned to face Sam a serious expression upon his face
"Lying? what?"
"I could smell her Sammy, her story's smart. It may even check out but that smell was too strong to be just a human covered in vamp shit. No. She's not human, and something is not right." Dean pointed towards the motel, glancing at Anna-Page through the window a few times.
"That's why you want to bring her with us?"
"Partially yes. Though I meant what I said. Considering the shit we're getting into with the Vampires building an army-"
"building an army?" Sam cut him off
"They have this kind of psychic connection to this thing, this alpha"
"alpha? Top vampire, He exists?"
"Yes. And he's telling them to recruit make the numbers bigger worst of all... They aren't afraid of us anymore."
"us?"
"us, hunters Sammy..."
"Ok... Okay. She stays" Sam nodded in agreement with Dean the two re entering the motel.
"Well then boys. I should be on my way" the two looked towards Samuel who collected his belongings "Play nice with the little lady, She's completely clean, gave her every monster test in the book" Anna-Page managed to suppress a shudder as she wiped clean the blood from the cut with a silver knife, turning to look towards the pair as Samuel closed the motel room door behind him.
"Well then, I guess I'm taking the couch tonight" Dean looked towards the couch, watching as Anna-Page rounded the corner sitting upon it.
"Don't trouble yourself Dean. I may be a Lady but this is your room first and for most"
"Fine by me" Dean gave a little smile before taking a seat "We'll head out in the morning, towards... Where ever I'm sure something will pop up"
"Well why don't you two get some shut eye, I'm gunna make a quick beer run" Sam moved to grab his jacket, opening the motel door before stopping "And Anna, Take my bed, I'm going to be up a while researching anyway, it'll be easier for me if you just do that" Before she could protest he shut the door leaving the two alone.
"Your brother always like that?"
"Not at all..." Dean stared at the motel door a while somewhat worriedly before he clapped his hands together "Well. I don't know about you, but sleep sounds like a pretty good idea."
"I can roll with that." The pair moved towards the bedded area of the room, turning off the light and settling down, easily falling asleep within the quiet darkness. No one stirred as Sam re entered the room, taking a seat on the couch, sitting there simply staring at the table. The three of them moved at dawn, collecting up their things and shifting outside, the Winchesters moving to the nearby Impala "That's your car?" Anna-Page moved forward running her hand over the bonnet
"Yes. This is my car" Dean shoved his duffle bag into the boot leaning against his baby watching Anna-Page
"Oh baby you are beautiful..." Anna-Page smiled
"How'd you know her names baby?" She looked up towards Dean
"I didn't. Do now though" Anna-Page gave the car a pat before moving to open the far door "I'm guessing I don't get shotgun privileges?"
"Correct. In the back." Dean moved opening the door as Sam got in the opposite side, Anna-Page laid back upon the seat opening the window and placing her heels upon the edge, allowing her boots to remain outside, Dean started the car and they were off. After a good few hours on the Road, Anna-Page gave a small sigh alleviating the silence
"So then! What're we up to?"
"Three suspicious suicides, Springfield" Dean eyed the top of the newspaper that was bought at a gas'n'gulp
"Awesome, Sure it's our kind of thing?"
"It's looking that way" Dean moved back to focus on the road
"Just letting you guys know. I can't walk the walk too well. So whilst you're out in your suit an ties, I'll be researching what little information we have"
"You expect us to simply leave you on your own?" Sam tilted his head towards the partition in the seats.
"What threat can I possibly be? I'm not running anywhere, There's nothing so dastardly I can do in the motel room, and would you rather have me blow your cover, or doing something useful?" Anna-Page sat herself in the impala properly rolling up the window.
"She makes a fair point..." Dean glanced towards Sam who returned his look
"Look, boys. I understand you're suspicious of me. Truly I do, but I don't plan on leaving you boys any time soon. You're the only lead I have to my father" Dean and Sam shared another exchange of looks before Dean turned towards the road, turning into the quaint town and moving towards the nearest motel
"Alright, Sammy here'll set up a laptop and give you a phone, whilst we go out and see what dirt we can find."
"Alrighty." Anna-Page nodded, patting her knees before the car came to a halt, the three moved checking in and setting up shop before Sam and Dean changed outfits.
"Now. This number is our friend Bobby. He may ring from time to time with information" Dean scribbled down a number on a small piece of paper "The numbers should be in the phone already but just in case, see you in a few" Dean dropped the pen to the table before gesturing towards Sam the brother's leaving the motel room. The boys move towards the house of Olivia, The sister to the waitress who was one of the first cases to commit suicide, flashing their badges, she allowed them in, Dean casually checking throughout the house as Sam sat opposite Olivia.
"I don't understand." Olivia began "Why would federal investigators be interested in a suicide?" She glanced between the two of them Sam looking to Dean before turning back to face her.
"Well, um... it's a new, more caring administration."
"Well, I already told the cops. Jane was having a really bad day, so I-I did what any sister would do." Olivia reached up, Idly fiddling with her hair, Sam watching her carefully as Dean rounded coming slowly towards the pair. " I... tried to cheer her up, you know? Told her to hang in there."
"You know what a "tell" is?" Sam looked down to his hands, before focusing on her.
"Excuse me?" Olivia's face dropped with a confused expression.
"It's a poker term... for when you're bluffing. Like what you just did with your hair." He watched her carefully as signs of guilt slowly weighed upon her expression. Dean stared at Sam hardily something not quite adding up with him.
"w-what are you trying to say?" Olivia focused on him
"You're lying" Dean was surprised at the forcefulness of Sam's inquiry
"What?!"
"Tell us what you did to your sister" Shocked, Dean watched Sam, glancing to Olivia who seemed to look to him for some kind of reassurance before she slowly broke down.
"Okay. You're right. I was lying. I wanted to tell her, 'I love you. I'm here for you.' Oh, but what came out was... 'You're a burden. Just kill yourself.' Who says that?! I-I-I just couldn't stop!" The pair lingered a while longer before exiting the house, Sam turning towards Dean.
"See anything within the house?"
"No hex bags. No sulfur. No EMF, you?"
"A tuba and an issue of Crochet Today. So, what, already kinda suicidal?" Sam cracked a smirk as he looked to Dean.
"Right, and then big sis's Taxicab Confession sends her over the edge. Question is, what made big sis open her big, fat mouth in the first place?"
"Yeah, that is the question." The pair climbed into the impala, making their way back to the motel room where they found Anna-Page passed out on the couch in a rather spread position a bottle of half drunk beer still clutched in her left hand.
"and here I was worried she would run off" Dean turned to Sam, shaking his head and giving a small laugh.
"Yeah, right. She's more like you then we thought" Sam received a quick hit from his brother who then chucked him the impala keys.
"Go fetch some grub will 'ya?" Sam nodded going towards the motel door "And Sammy"
"yeah?" He looked from the door
"Pie." Dean said with a firm nod
"Right..." Patting the door, Sam left the motel room. Dean fetched his cell phone from his pocket, glancing to Anna-Page before moving to the bath room
"Hey. You got anything?"
"I've been up all night lookin'. Nothing fits." Bobby's gruff voice came from down the line. "Look. Are you sure you're not just rattled?
"Bobby, He watched me get turned. This isn't just about what happened with the Vamp. He's been different from the get go." Dean glanced towards Anna-Page trying to keep his voice down.
"You got anything else to go on?"
"Yeah, my skin crawls being in the same room with him. Why don't you look that up?"
"I'm working on it.. Did you call Cas?"
"Of course I called Cas. He's not answering" Dean snarled "I don't know how much longer I can do this, Bobby. You got to figure out what the hell he is and fast."
"I'm trying. But, Dean, there's a worst-case scenario."
"What, Satan's my co-pilot? Yeah, I know." Dean gave another cautious look about the motel room
"Well, that'd be the other worst case."
"Well, then what?"
"Maybe it's just Sam." Dean bit back a retort as Anna-Page started to stir
"I gotta go" He looked away from her towards the motel ceiling
"Dean-"
"You've got one day Bobby.. Then I'm handling this." Dean hung up sharply before jumping over the edge of the couch taking a seat next to a now, sitting up Anna-Page. "rise and shine sleeping beauty" Anna-Page gave a small laugh.
"cute.. You boys find anything?"
"Nothing too substantial yet. Turns out the sister of the suicidal waitress slammed her with the truth just before she turned her brain to mush" Dean eyed Anna-Page's beer watching as she finished off the dregs.
"So, what? Maybe she already had some suicidal thoughts?"
"Could be. Don't really know for sure" Dean shrugged opening a beer for himself "Another?" He gestured one towards Anna-Page
"Nah, I'm good for now. Where's Sam?"
"Out gettin' food." Deans phone began to vibrate, lifting it up he checked the caller I.D "Or he was..." He answered the phone "Yeah Sammy?"
"There's been another one. Dentist just drilled his patient" Dean pulled a small face.
"You mean the non-sexy kind of drilling right?" Sam shook his head.
"50 bucks says he's mixed up in all the crazy."
"You think?" Dean glanced to Anna-Page
"Best bet we have so far, I'm gunna go talk to him see what I can find, Call you if I get anything."
"Alrighty. Sounds like a plan"
"And Dean..."
"Yeah Sammy?"
"Watch Anna, alright?" Sam glanced left and right before, jogging across the road
"Don't worry about it. Happy questioning." Dean hung the phone up sliding it onto the table.
"Well looks like foods been put onto the back burner. Dentist just drilled his patient"
"He did mean the Non-sexy drilling didn't he?"
"Seems so" Dean gave a firm nod, Sighing before taking another deep gulp of his beer.
"So then... Sister gets a big gulp of the truth and blows her head off, but what made the older sister confess in the first place?"
"Who knows, Hopefully after Sammy's finished with the dentist we'll have a little more to go on, but for now. We're on square one." Anna-Page nodded watching as Dean took yet another drink finishing off his beer. He set the glass down upon the table before leaning back on the couch.
"So Anna, What about you? Got any family?"
"No one but my father." Anna-Page shrugged leaning on the edge of the couch
"No mother?"
"Oh she was there for a while... Ran out when the job got too much for her 'ya know?" Dean shuffled forward somewhat
"So what, hunter family?"
"Started like that yup, but then yeah. Mother went byesies and Daddy stopped talking."
"Isn't family great?"
"Emphatically. How could we ever manage without them?" The pair shared a quiet chuckle. "Well you were lucky, least you have Sam right?"
"yeah... I'm not too sure you'd call it luck." Dean smiled though dropped the expression soon after sitting up, now level with Anna-Page
"Trouble?"
"Sort of. It's no big deal" Dean shook his head "Just one of our usual brotherly spats" Anna-Page gave a nod of understanding
"Alrighty. I won't pry any further"
"I appreciate it. Nice to know your personal life can stay personal now and then." Anna-Page nodded in agreement. "So what of your father then? You said he was taken by demons? Why would they want him?" Anna-Page shrugged her shoulders gently rubbing a hand against her temple.
"I ask myself the same thing... My father's smart... He's knows a lot. Been in the game a while you know?" Dean slumped forward slightly listening to her. "So we're sitting there one night, I go out to fetch a beer, come back and theres a whole host and haggle of demon's in the living room, expressing they work for some bitch called Crowley" Dean's attention perked
"Wait, Crowley? That son of a bitch had your father?" Dean straightened up staring at her, in a way as if to silently judge her "Your father must have known something pretty damn special to be able to get tangled up by that bitch."
"Take it you know him? Well... As I said... He's been in the game a while" Dean squinted slightly.
"A while as in immortal" Anna-Page knitted her brows together looking to him
"What're you suggesting Dean..." Dean stared at her seriously, a small silence over coming the pair
"I could smell you Anna. Literally, smell you, and it was far to strong to be just some human covered in vamp shit."
"Dean-"
"We can sit here, and we can talk civil. But right now I don't really trust a damn word you say, but if all this story checks out, the only reason your father has for being snapped up by Crowley is that he knows some big shit stuff that only ancients seem to be able to get a hold of" Anna-Page weighed his point before giving a gentle nod.
"Alright."
"Alright? The hell you mean 'Alright'"
"I mean alright. I understand where you're coming from, I can see why you'd think such things and clearly I should have worded things differently. Dean, I know I'm not trusted, and I understand this, but honestly. I'm telling you everything. Brutal honesty here... I'm keeping nothing from you." Anna-Page stared him straight in the eyes, the pair simply watching each other a while before Dean broke contact.
"Alright... Alright. I, uh.. Thanks..." Dean got to his feet "Sorry... I guess..." He shrugged lightly
"Dean, don't apologize. You say to me what ever you want, because I'll listen and I'll talk. Key to a healthy relationship is honesty." Dean nodded a while dragging his thumb over his forehead.
"I appreciate truly... I think this stress is really getting to me"
"It gets to us all Deany boy. Gets to us all." Anna-Page leant back with a small laugh.
And That's the first chapter! God knows if I'll continue but I do enjoy Supernatural owo..