Summary: As Dean knows very well, hunting is a tough enough life as it is without falling in love in the process. Running into another hunter by pure chance while looking for a ghost is one thing, but when that hunter turns out to be an old flame, things become just that little bit harder to deal with. Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own my OC.
A/N: I apologise profusely for the lack of updates. We had our sixteen year old dog put to sleep (14/9/12) and we've all found it difficult to get on with things because its like a huge empty space is there, so I've not wanted to write really at all since then. I also can't decide which fic to update next which makes it more difficult. I want to make this Dean/OC really PWP eventually. I just need some romance at the moment. I hope you enjoy!
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By Pure Chance
Chapter One
The hunting life was one that Dean and Sam Winchester had always known.
They'd been clutched in its cold, cruel fist for the majority of their lives, and it was all they knew. Sam was the only one out of the two with any experience of a normal life, and he only had that for two short years, and even that had been completely destroyed and shadowed in unhappiness. Dean had no idea what it was like to have a domestic life, with a normal job and a normal relationship. His only relationships consisted of one night stands. Nothing serious. He'd been with few girls in his life for longer than a few weeks and they were the ones that he considered to be something he could call special.
The cold of a November morning crept into the dingy motel room that Dean and his baby brother were sleeping in, he shivered slightly, curling tighter into a ball on his lumpy mattress and pulled the all too thin sheets over him. He snuggled further into his flat pillow, making his short light brown hair look even more messy than it already was. His eyes, a beautiful shade of green, opened so very slowly, eyelids fluttering like the wings of a delicate butterfly.
"Son of a bitch." He muttered bitterly as he let out a soft but deep grunt as he rolled over to look at the time on his cell phone.
Six in the morning. Nothing changes. Even after averting an apocalypse and saving the world, hunting waited for no man. No rest for the wicked. Dean figured he must've been one rotten bastard because he never felt like he and Sam got the rest they needed. They were constantly on the go, tired and wearing themselves out, and Dean knew that he wasn't getting any younger. It pissed him off because his back would start to hurt and his knees started to creak a little when he would bend them. He felt like he was growing old.
He was also surprised, and eternally grateful that he wasn't going grey yet, given the amount of stress that he and Sam had been under in their lifetime, it was a wonder either of them still looked their ages. Speaking of Sam, the taller and broader of the Winchester brothers stretched, groaning and opening his eyes as the cold hit him. His floppy, slightly darker brown hair was brushed out of his eyes by his own large hand, and he looked over at Dean, sighing as his brother got up to use the bathroom.
"Don't take forever in there, jerk!" He yelled, wincing as Dean slammed the door.
"Bitch!" Came the usual reply, and with a heavy breath and a pout that would make any woman jealous, Sam got out of bed, willing Dean to hurry up in the shower.
It was so cold, unusually cold for November, and it didn't take Sam a great length of time to decide to reclaim his bed sheets and cover himself with as he began to research their current case. It appeared to be an average haunting, where a spirit was attacking teenage boys. All the victims had one thing in common.
They were the popular kids in school. The ones who screwed the best looking girls and were treated different by the teachers. They were jocks. And they were all connected to each other by their friendship with the most popular guy in the whole school. Sam had discovered that the ghost was female, as each of the boy's statements featured them seeing a young girl in a white nightdress. Rather cliché, Sam thought, but nonetheless important. So, he was researching deaths of teenage girls in the area over the past ten years, and the most recent was several months previously.
The girl's name was Lydia Carmichael and she'd committed suicide by slitting her wrists in the bathtub. No suicide note was found, so identifying what had gone so wrong in this girl's life became so much more difficult. It would mean visiting her parents, and Sam really wasn't sure what excuse they could come up with to be questioning them about their daughter's death. It took another fifteen minutes for Dean to return from the bathroom, and Sam didn't even want to begin to imagine what his older brother had been doing in that shower.
"I'm gonna get us some breakfast. What do you want?" Dean asked as he grabbed his clothes from the bed trying to keep the towel round his waist.
"Um...Just some coffee please, and a bagel." Sam replied, standing and finding his own clothes to dress in as he lay the covers back on the creaky old bed again, "Oh, and while you're out, think of a reason we can use to visit the parents of a girl who I think might be our ghost."
"What she die of?" Dean asked as he slid under the covers to put his boxer shorts on.
"She was an eighteen year old who committed suicide." Sam said, "I think we should talk to her mom and dad and see what was going on around the time she died."
"Sure thing." Dean replied, sliding his thin black t-shirt over his head, "I take it she died recently."
"A couple of months back. It might explain why this ghost is targeting this group of boys. Maybe they're connected to her somehow."
With a nod, Dean continued to get dressed, watching his brother head to the bathroom. As he slid on his familiar leather jacket, he breathed in its scent, relaxing as the smell of leather and the hint of scent from his car filled his nostrils. He smiled, grabbing his wallet and keys from his bag before heading out of the door.
There was a small café about three blocks away from the motel which actually looked quite nice to the brothers as they'd passed it on their way into town, so Dean knew exactly where he needed to go. As he stepped into the crisp morning air he shuddered, pulling his coat around him the best he could. His reddening hands suddenly entwined themselves together as he began to rub them to keep warm.
Getting into the car, he started the ignition, grinning widely as he felt his baby begin to purr. He gave her a pat on the steering wheel before he set off for the small café. He was pretty relieved when he came across it, and found a good parking spot at the same time. He entered the café quickly, passing a young woman as he entered and knocking her slightly.
"Sorry." He muttered, catching a glimpse of her face which brought memories flooding back to him quicker than he could take a breathe, and out of instinct, he wound his strong fingers around her arm and pulled her back slightly, "Oh, my God..."
The woman turned and took a look at him, her expression one of shock, surprise, disbelief and of pure recognition as she looked into his eyes. The last time he'd seen her was just before his father had gone missing, and Dean had a feeling that this wasn't a meeting that happened purely by chance. They stared at each other as they remembered the short time they'd spent together all those years back, and Dean saw her eyes flickering with all sorts of emotions.
"Dean?"
"Kate?"
-TBC-
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