A SORTA FAERYTALE
SUMMARY: A college professor of mythology and folklore gets asked to help out the Winchesters and Bobby Singer on a case. She wants to join them, but how involved will she end up getting?
There was a knock on my door. I could see a the shape of a person wearing a baseball cap through the frosted glass window of the door.
I walked over and opened the door a crack.
"I'm sorry, my office hours don't start for another 20 minutes. Come back later."
I started to close the door, and a gruff voice said, "Open the damn door, ya idjit."
I threw the door open and gave the man a big grin. "What are you doing here, Mr. Singer?" I asked teasingly.
"I told ya I was gonna be comin' around to see you. We've got some questions for ya." he poked his thumb at the two tall men that were standing behind him.
I stepped back and waved them in. "Come on in, sorry about the clutter."
"Yeah, well, what's new?" Bobby said. We hugged and I kissed his cheek.
"How have you been, Bobby?" I asked him warmly.
"Can't complain. Been helpin' these two out."
I looked at the men. They were both tall. One was wearing a brown leather jacket, had short brown hair, and clear green eyes. The other guy was even taller. His hair was also brown, but darker and longer. He wore an olive green jacket that matched his eyes.
"That's Sam and Dean Winchester. They're the hunters I told ya about."
Sam was the taller one and Dean was wearing the leather jacket.
"This is Dr. Maeve O' Donnelly." Bobby told them. "I don't know if you boys remember her. When the three of you were real little, y'all stayed with me for a time. Maeve was 3, so I guess Sam was about 2, and Dean would've been 6. Back then she called herself May."
"Wait-" Sam looked at me. "You were May? I thought...I thought that was just a dream or something."
"Oh wow, I remember now!" Dean said. "God, I thought you were a little pain in the ass. You wouldn't leave Sam alone, treated him like he was your baby doll."
"I remember!" I said, smiling. "He was so adorable! And you were jealous because he started following me around." I said to him. "You were mean to me, and ended up getting into trouble with Bobby!"
Sam raised his eyebrows and looked at Dean. "Really, Dean? You were so mean to a little girl that you got in trouble?"
"She really was a pain in the ass back then!" Dean said defensively. He looked at me.
"Doctor?" he said skeptically. "Aren't you a little young to be a doctor?"
"Aren't you a little tall to be a smartass?" I retorted.
Bobby and Sam both laughed.
"What are you a doctor of?" Dean persisted.
"Dean, you wanna be nice to her." Bobby said. "Not only does she have the largest collection of Eastern European folklore on the East Coast, she makes excellent pie. If ya keep it up, she ain't gonna invite us over to look at her library or feed us."
"Pie, Dean." Sam said. "Behave, dude."
"For your information, Dean," I said, "I graduated from high school at 16 and went to college right away. And I've been working on degrees ever since."
"So you're an ultra- smart version of a book nerd like Sam. You two ought to get along well."
"Great." I said. "I love a good book nerd."
"And she's a damn good researcher, too." Bobby said to them.
"Their Dad was a hunter too." he told me. "John Winchester. I think he and your Dad hunted together a few times."
"Yes," I said. "He always talked about how John Winchester had this amazingly detailed journal."
"Yeah, we still use it." Sam said.
"Oh, do you think I could take a look at it? I'd love to see what's in there."
"Sure, no problem." Sam said.
"The boys'll have to tell ya about some of their hunts." Bobby said. "They got rid of a shtriga once."
"Really? Oh my gosh, that's wild."
I looked at all of them. "Well... what did you want to talk about?"
Sam glanced at Dean. "Well, we've been dealing with this case, we thought it was a vampire, but it's got some different elements. The victim becomes rich, for a while, before they die...and there's a black eggshell found at the scene of the death."
"I haven't heard of that. I'll have to look it up." I told him. "I don't know if I have anything here." I turned and walked to the bookshelf behind my desk. I had to lean over to get at some books on the lower shelf.
When I straightened and turned, Dean had a slight smirk on his face. Sam looked disapproving, and gave a slight shake of his head. Bobby smacked the back of Dean's head.
"Somebody checking out my ass?" I asked, arching my eyebrow.
Sam and Bobby looked embarassed. I took the books over to the desk and opened one. "Let's see." I glanced through the pages and held the book out. "Does this sound like what you're looking for?"
Sam stepped forward and took the book. He skimmed through the page. "Uh, no, not quite."
"Hmm..." I said. "Do you want to meet tonight? I've got class this afternoon, but my evening is free."
"All right." Bobby said. "How about we take ya to dinner first, pick your brain?"
"You sure about that? Most of my collegues get glazed eyes when I start talking folklore."
"That's what we're here for." Bobby said.
"Will I still be able to get pie?" Dean asked.
"We'll see if we can get pie at the restaurant, ya idjit." Bobby said to him.
"I'll have a couple of hours before we meet, I can make some pies. What do you like, Dean?"
"Uh, apple." he said.
"What kind of apple?"
He looked at me like, 'huh?'
"Do you want tart, or sweet? Granny Smith or Red Delicious?"
"Why don't we call it baker's choice, you get what you want." Bobby said. "Since you're goin' out of your way for us."
"Well, okay." I said. "Dean, you seem like a tart kind of guy."
He smirked at me. "You have no idea."
I grinned at him and raised my eyebrow.
Sam choked on a laugh and Bobby smacked the back of Dean's head again.
I walked back to the desk and picked up the books I had gotten off the shelf.
"Here," I gave them to Bobby. "You guys can look through these while you're waiting. Where and when do you want to meet?"
"What's good around here?" Dean asked.
"What kind of food do you want? Italian? Mexican? Indian? Japanese? Steak?"
We decided to met at a steakhouse. I looked up the address and Sam put it in his phone.
"Nice to meet you...again." he said as they walked out.
"See ya in a while, Maeve." Bobby said.
"Bye, 'Doc'." Dean said, with another smirk.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This came out of nowhere, as a drabble. I didn't have any plans to continue it, but as I worked on it, I came up with a plot. Please let me know if you would like to see where the story goes.