Hey guys, I'm back already! Anyway, just a quick warning, this story is going to a little different than something you would see on a normal Supernatural show, so enjoy.
I know the first chapter is a little short but i should have the next one up soon!
Chase Garrett stretched and descended the ladder from his deer stand. He had been sitting there for three long hours and had seen nothing yet. He cracked his back and then dug through his black hunting bag sitting next to his tree. He pulled out the water bottle and went to take a sip when he heard a shuffle in the brush to his left. He froze with the water bottle to his mouth and slowly turned looking past the tree to see a huge buck grazing about twenty feet away. He quickly and quietly reached for his shotgun, thinking that the buck had to be at least a 23 pointer. Chase swung back when he had the gun positioned and was about to shoot when the buck turned toward him. Surprise and confusion had him lowering his gun again. The buck just stared at him with what seemed to be glowing white eyes. Chase felt the hairs on his arm raise, something wasn't right. He was about the drop his gun and run when the buck charged him before he could act. The deer hit him so hard he flew back and hit a tree a few yards away, his eyes stared unbelieving and dull upwards and blood dripped from his mouth and his crushed head.
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A Week Later
Taylor followed Dean's car for two days south. She could really care less where they went at the moment. As she drove her turmoil and anguish soiled her mood. She felt so many emotions at the moment. She was pissed and she wanted to kill that damn demon that had killed her mother and Kelly. She couldn't even think about Kelly, the thought was too painful, the thought that her best friend from elementary school was dead, gone. She couldn't share anything more with her, and she couldn't go to her for comfort. A huge part of her was missing. And as she thought about it more, she realized that her father was mostly responsible for this. If only he hadn't made that goddamn deal, her mother and Kelly wouldn't be dead. Anger and resentment grew deep and strong in her gut. She hit the steering wheel angrily, startling herself out of her thoughts.
Tears came then mostly from the anger, she cried for a few minutes her sobs filling the car. She wiped her tears then and told herself to be strong; she would make it through this. She changed the radio station and turned it up, letting the beat fill her head and knock out all the thoughts still lingering there.
She followed Dean through the night and until the next day where they stopped for a few hours, filled their tanks, slept and ate. In a few hours they were on the road again. And again Taylor was left with her thoughts, she was going a little stir crazy too, stuck in a car by herself for so long, it was impossible for your mind not to wander. Again she tried to drown out her thoughts with music, but the pain lingered. Feeling even more depressed she started to cry again, though she was not sure why, she cried the rest of the way to the next rest stop and by that time it was dark and chilly out.
When she was finished filling her car she went over to Dean's.
"Where are we going?" She asked with her arms over her chest, it was the most words she's spoken to him or Sam in two days.
Dean looked at her casually over the Impala.
"You'll see," he answered just as casually.
She studied him suspiciously for a moment before returning to her car.
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By the third day they were halfway through Missouri and Taylor was eager to stop and get some rest somewhere but it was a few more hours before they finally pulled through a tiny town called Pontiac.
From what Taylor could see it looked mostly like a resort town, a few shops downtown, a marina and very few houses scattered about the dense greenery. As they followed State Highway West, there were signs advertising lodges and resorts and a restaurant called Just Jackie's.
Puzzled Taylor continued to follow Dean through the small town and they turned onto another road, finally pulling into what looked like a campsite but with a few cabin's all stacked near each other. Dean pulled in front of one of them, Taylor parked next to him. Dean and Sam started to unpack the Impala as Taylor took in the wooden cabin. It was small and it had a picnic table and a small coal grill next to a side door.
"Come on," Dean said through her window, startling her. Frowning she got out of her car grabbed her bags and followed her brothers through the front main door under the porch.
Taylor had to admit it was really nice for a tiny cabin. It had a kitchenette to the left, with a full size fridge, a dishwasher and even a coffee maker. There was a standard sized wooden kitchen table. In the living area there was a loveseat and a recliner. A small coffee table separated the pieces and a large screen TV sat on a stand in the corner. Over to the right there was a futon/sleeper in the corner of the living area. There were also three doors, two she could see were bedrooms, both with queen beds and wooden dressers, the third door was the bathroom.
She threw her bag over into the corner and tested out the dark maroon loveseat. The rest of the cabin had earthy tones and the walls were all wooden plank, pulling off the cabin atmosphere.
"Why are we substituting our usual motels for this?" she asked swinging her arm around at the expanse of cabin.
"Well," Dean started, setting his bag down on the futon, between a pile of pillows and sheets. "I figured we all needed a mini vacation."
Taylor scowled, "I don't need your sympathy Dean."
Dean closed his eyes and took a deep breath and explained calmly, "It's not sympathy. Both me and Sammy agreed that we needed some time off," he paused, looking at Sam. "And that you need a break."
Taylor's temper flared and she jumped from the couch, "A break!?" She repeated, "A break from what?"
"From hunting so you can heal," Dean explained rationally.
She hated it when he was rational, she glowered at him.
"Sorry, Charlie, but you're on house arrest."
"You're a sonofabitch, Dean Winchester."
He shrugged the comment off and went over to open the fridge, but all of the shelves were empty.
"Uh oh, looks like we have to provide ourselves with our own grub."
"I'll go," Taylor immediately volunteered. She grabbed her keys and her purse angrily throwing it over her shoulder.
"Taylor, the closest market is probably in Gainesville," Sam explained before she stormed out of the door, "and that's at least twenty miles.
"Twenty miles is nothing, Sam," she replied snottily, giving Dean another glare before slamming the door.
Still fuming she noticed that the weather was unusually warm for it being so late into fall. But a cool breeze that twirled her hair reminded her of the approaching cold. She paused, her hand on the door handle of her Camero when she saw the sky. The sunset was a beautiful collage of pinks, oranges and purples that took her breath away. And for once in a long time she felt a sense of peace fill her wholly. She gave a small smile before getting behind the wheel of her car, believing for the longest time that there was still something beautiful in the world.
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Taylor pulled her Camero into her spot next to the Impala and popped the trunk. The simple task had calmed her down and kept her mind from wandering down paths that she didn't want to tread. She grabbed two of the bags and started towards the side door that was closer to the kitchen. Dean was lounging on the couch flipping the channels on the 24 inch TV. Sam was tapping away on his computer at the kitchen table he looked up when she walked in, then went back to his screen. Taylor shook her head; nothing had changed since she had left.
She made a few more trips to her car and back, and then started unpacking the groceries, as soon as Dean heard that he got up from the couch and stretched.
"Dude, did you know this thing has like a thousand channels," he said starting towards the food. "What'd ya get me?" he asked taking a peek inside one of the bags. She threw a pack of steaks at him that he nearly dropped and looked at her surprised for a second. Then she handed him a bag of charcoal, and he stood there staring at her for a minute.
Taylor turned towards him hand on her hip, "Well what are you waiting for, go start up the grill."
Dean looked at the steaks appreciatively, "I think the way you think." He grabbed a can of Pepsi before leaving through the side door to grill the steaks.
"I think you've made him happier than he's been in weeks," Sam added smirking at Taylor.
She just laughed and pulled out some baked beans to warm up and a bag of lays.
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The three of them ate steaks outside on their picnic table making conversation and laughing, as the sun set the rest of the way down in the sky. The night became chilly and they made a sort of bonfire out of the grill, talking and laughing into the night.
As Dean threw water over the fire as they headed in to their separate bedrooms, Taylor thought about the evening and how for once it actually felt like they were a family.
