Hi everyone! First off I just gotta say YEAH! I got my Chicago con tickets in the email today so that makes me happy. I also have to say that I am very upset that its still one month 11 days 1 hour and three minutes till the next episode. Course by the time you read this who know lol. This is just something I came up with spur of the moment and I don't expect it to be more that five or six chapters, not long, unless I change my mind which you know happens. Also I have had a lot of people ask me my facebook id, its Susan Lamar Kraft so feel free to look me up, just email here first so I know who ya are.
This takes place sometime after the first couple episodes of season one, when the boys follow Johns coordinates. And as always, Please please please review, it makes me happy, and I need something to since its Holy Thursday and my Trinity is not here!!!! Boo Kripke Boo
"Dude I'm not going, I don't think there is anything there!" Dean yelled at Sam, but continued to stare out the window of the Impala.
"Dean, dad's coordinates tell us to go there next, and so far each time there has been something there. So I think we should go." Sam ran his long fingers through his hair, tousling it even more than it already was from sleeping in the car. He had no idea that Dean had drawn a mustache in pink permanent marker on his lip. Dean knew if he looked at him, he would bust out laughing and give away the joke.
"I'm telling you, I was just there a couple years ago, and ganked the ghost that was haunting the country club, that's probably all its about, its probably old." He said, gritting his teeth. He didn't care what Sam said, he was never setting foot in that town again, too many memories, and she might still be there.
"Rock, paper, scissors?" Sam asked, grinning, making the mustache turn up at the corners, like the jokers smile.
"Fine, I'll kick your ass." Dean said, since Sam always picked paper. He held his hand out in a fist and drove with the other. Pumping his fist in the air three times, along with Sam's, he counted. "One, two, three." He made his fingers into the classic scissors, and glanced triumphantly at Sam, fully expecting to see paper, but all he saw was Sam's hand clenched in rock formation. He risked a glance at Sam's face, and his grin faded. "Best two out of three!" he asked, knowing Sam would switch it up. They did it again, with the exact same results. Sam grinned wider, making the mustache pop up almost to his eyes.
"Hehe, always with the scissors, so sad. Now drive on." Dean glared at Sam, frustrated. If he had thought there had been the slightest chance at losing he never would have considered the game, but a deal was a deal, and he sure as shit didn't want to risk Sam asking him why he was so adamant about not going. He wondered what his dad was up too, sending them to the little town on the coast of Texas. It was filled with oil tycoons, and their kids with their fancy houses, and fast cars, and her. Maybe she had moved away, didn't matter. He would avoid her, hide if necessary, swearing he would get in and get out of that town, fast. He looked down at the silver ring on his right ring finger, as his hand rested on the steering wheel. It had been his fathers wedding ring, John had given it to him to pass on tradition. Dean sighed, keeping his gaze on the road but his mind was mired in the past.
They arrived in the town, it had grown even bigger since Dean had last seen it, flourishing with shops, and restaurants, and fancy hotels. Dean drove straight to the hotel he had stayed at two years ago; it was small and run down, formed of little cottages, which were like tiny efficiency apartments. He and Sam got out, and wiped their foreheads against the heat, even though it was almost August, the heat was stifling, as it always was this close to the sea. They walked inside, and asked for one room, with two beds, and were met with a look, by the little old man behind the counter.
"Hey, I know you." He told Dean, pushing up his bifocal glasses to get a better look at the younger man. "You got that girl with you?" he asked looking around behind Dean and Sam. Boy she was a pretty little thing. So sweet and kind, she is a keeper if I ever saw one." He smiled and waited for Dean to answer. Dean mumbled something about not knowing what he was talking about, and took the key hurriedly; hoping Sam would shrug it off as an old senile man.
"Dude, what the hell was he talking about, you bring a girl back here when you and dad came here a couple years ago? I can't believe the crap dad let you get away with." He said shaking his head. Dean just let it slide, wanting to avoid talking about it. They dropped their bags off by their beds, and Dean took out his toiletries, and headed to the bathroom to take a shower to wash the road off him, while Sam started looking up news articles from the town, looking for what they might be hunting. He found an article and wrote down some notes, and patiently waited for Dean who seemed to be taking a long time in the shower, probably jacking off, which meant he no longer wanted a shower too.
Dean slowly turned off the shower after the water had turned bitterly cold, numbing his nerves and wrinkling his skin. He toweled himself off and stepped out into the main room, and glanced at Sam who was leaning back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest. Dean raised his brows at him cockily. "What?"
"Why, why do you have to do that when you're the first one in the shower, now I'm stuck with either a gizzed shower or no shower, and in this heat, I don't know which is worse." Sam whined, pouting a little.
"Cause I'm older." Dean said, smiling as he slid on jeans and a black ac/dc t-shirt, not realizing it was the same shirt he had first met her in. Sam got up, and threw on clean clothes, all the while telling Dean about what he believed was the case.
"There are several articles about an unidentified disease that causes these blue sunken spots all over people, and then after a few weeks of wasting away, they finally die. I thought it was weird so I looked it up, and think its something called gienganger. They are angry spirits who killed themselves after a lover cheats on them, and they go after the cheaters in a relationship and pinch them, passing on this disease, and eventually they die. Sounds a lot like what's going on around here, so I guess we need to find out if these victims were cheating on their partners, and go from there?" Dean shrugged his shoulders and started for the door.
"Where are you going?" asked Sam, shoving his wallet into his pants pocket.
"To the bar, where else you gonna find out about a cheater?" Dean asked. "Besides, I could use a beer, its hot." Dean got back into the car, and waited for Sam to slide in before taking off onto the road, blasting the air conditioning on high. The bar was about fifteen minutes away, and Dean parked his baby in the far end of the lot, to avoid people drunkingly hitting it, or puking on it. He patted the trunk as he walked away, depositing his keys in his pocket as he walked to wards the door, with Sam walking beside him.
Ashley was standing at the juke box, looking at the song titles, thinking she wanted something loud but romantic, and had her thumb on the button ready to press down, when the hair on the back of her neck stood up, and she got ice cold chills down her back. He was here, she could feel him enter the bar, she had always been able to feel him, his electrical energy tugged at her senses. He was like a drug to her, and his pull sent her reeling back in time to a year and three months ago. She gripped the edge of the juke box, her fingers turning white, and her eyes narrowing; her heart stopped, and then skipped several beats. She took a deep breath and moved her thumb over a couple buttons and pushed, hearing Cowboy Casanova blare out the speakers she grinned, and slowly turned around, on her tall spiked heels. She was dressed for the weather, tiny mini dress, black her signature color, with her jet black hair falling around her shoulders, in large soft waves. She looked towards him, knowing right where he was at, with her pale blue cat like eyes, and when she saw him, something snapped inside, and her anger which had been simmering for over a year blasted to the surface, and she lost it. She stalked up to him, like a panther stalks it prey.
Dean felt his legs stop as he walked into the door, they just refused to move. She was here, in the bar, he could feel her, and he thought he could even smell her perfume waft past him. He glanced around and saw her, she had her back to him, but he could see her stiffen as his gaze seared her back. She slowly turned and her face which had at first held joy, suddenly changed and she straighten her shoulders, and cocked her neck side to side, popping her vertebrae. Dean knew that look, the light in her eyes, and the body language, he started to shift himself behind Sam, putting his little brother in the line of fire, feeling bad for him, but unable to stop himself. Sam watched the stunning woman approach with appreciation, and turned to Dean to see what his man whore of a brother thought of her. Only Dean wasn't beside him. He turned around to see if he had gone towards the bar to get his beer, only to find him hiding behind him, fear and something else, guilt maybe, on his face.
"Dude, come on we gotta get out of here." Dean whispered, tugging on Sam's sleeve. Sam thought about arguing, but Dean looked pale, and sickly. He turned back towards the girl, and she was still advancing on them, only a few feet away. Both men turned to leave, when a piercing steely voice ran out, loud enough to be heard over Carrie Underwood.
"Don't you dare think about leaving!" Sam and Dean turned back towards the woman, and the whole bar got quiet. The girl finally reached them, as the crowd parted like the red sea to allow her to reach him and she got right up in his face.
"How dare you show your face here! We agreed that when you left, you left for good, course you never one to take a vow seriously, were you?" Dean looked like he had been slapped, and then got a grip on himself, and stood up straight and tall, towering over her small petite frame, even though she was in fuck me high heels.
"Something came up, Uptown Girl!" Ashley reared back, shocked he would call her that, knowing how pissed that made her, and with out thinking she swung her fist out, and it connected with a solid thud on the side of his face, right below his eye. Sam's eyes got wide, as he watched it, almost as if it were in slow motion.
Dean's face cocked back and to the side, and spittle flew out of his mouth. "Sonofabitch!" he said after he collected himself, wiping the spittle off his face, and rubbing his cheek to ease the pain at the same time.
"Well, I guess you should have thought about whether you would ever deserve to be on the other side of that right hook, before you taught it to me, huh!" She shouted at him, getting in his face, and shoving him. "Get out, get out of my bar, and my town, now!" she yelled, hysterical. Several men came to stand behind her, arms crossed, clearly hostile towards the brothers.
"Dean, come on, we ought to go." Sam said, realizing that while they knew how to fight, they would pay for it to, be on the smaller side of a six against two battle, but Dean wasn't listening.
"I never did anything to deserve that! I told you" but he trailed off as she handed him another right hook, knocking him off his feet a little.
One of the men took a step forward, and took Ashley by the waist, and handed her back to the other men, and walked towards the brothers. "You heard her; you boys need to run along now."
"Fuck you!" Dean screamed, getting in the larger mans face. "Don't tell me what to do, you ass hole. I've got unfinished business here, and I'm gonna finish it right now." He looked at Ashley, but never got a word out as his face was hit with a much larger, stronger, and harder fist. Sam had all he could take of seeing Dean getting punched, even if two were from a girl, and he punched the man. The other men started forwards, both brothers facing them, parting their legs in a fighting stance, and raising their fists ready for the attack. The group of men stalked forwards another two holding Ashley back, so she couldn't interfere, and suddenly there was chaos, as fists flew, and blood poured.
Thirty minutes later, the Winchester brothers were sitting on some barstools, their hands cuffed behind them, glaring sullenly at the cops taking statements from the half dozen men who had been in the melee with them. They tried to break in with their own version of the story, but the cops gave them looks that silenced any objections to the townies story. Ashley stood off to the side, watching the whole mess, feeling guilty, as much as she hated Dean, he didn't deserve this, and she walked over to the cops, and stood with in a foot of Sam and Dean, which was a hundred miles to close to Dean, for her liking. The cops looked up at her respectably.
"Its okay, you don't have to bother giving a statement, we have everything we need, and I'm sure you will want to contact your father, to have him get a lawyer to prosecute these lowlifes"
"No, its okay, it was just a domestic dispute, you can let them go." It was more of an order, not a request, as the cops well knew; you didn't mess with the wealthiest man in towns daughter, especially when he was a judge and had enough power to get you fired with in a blink of an eye.
"Sure, sure, what ever you say, Mrs. Winchester." The cops said as they pulled out their keys to unlock the handcuffs. Sam's head snapped up and he looked with wide shocked eyes from Ashley to Dean. Dean had his head down and facing away from Sam, but Sam could see his shoulders stiffen as Sam glared at his back.
"Dean, do you have something to tell me?" Sam asked, his voice a high pitched squawk.
Dean slowly looked at Sam, and then looked at the floor, kicking his feet off the bottom rung on the stool. He rubbed his wrists which were now free. "Ashley, this is Sam, my brother, and Sam, this is Ashley, my ex wife."
So, what do you think? Dean had been bust while Sam was away at Stanford. The next chapter will start with how they met, and what happened to destroy their marriage. Thanks for reading, and as always, the more reviews I get the faster I will post! Sue