A/N: Another story. This one is a lot better than my other one though. Lots of fun. I hope you guys enjoy and what not.
Disclaimer; I don't own the Winchesters, or Jensen, or Jared… however it would be nice. XD Enjoy and R&R and give me suggestions, and whatever else you would like to give.
Dean and Sam were driving down the old interstate, seemingly alone on the long stretch of road. It was mid afternoon and Sam was pleasantly sleeping beside his brother, his head leaning back. Dean reached over and gently pushed Sam's head over. He was gonna get a crick in his neck if he slept like that. Dean thought. His eyes once again focused on the road, Dean tried to keep his mind busy so that it wouldn't enter the one spot in his brain he didn't want it to.
Thoughts of hell had been haunting Dean in his dreams for a while now, it was getting to be terrible. Sam's hurtful words didn't help much either. Sam was angry for him being selfish, but what was he supposed to do. Hunt alone, leave his brother to die. Burn him like he did his father, leave the Winchester legacy to him, someone who would never settle down, and once everything was said and done had no hopes of doing anything other than killing things. No, he couldn't do it and he was too big a coward to end his own life, in case he didn't meet Sam on the other side.
Tears began to well in Dean's eyes as he struggled to control the sounds of his sobbing so as not to wake his younger brother. Dean quickly rubbed his tears away realizing that he couldn't clearly see the road. He cleared his throat and instantly pulled himself together, as he always did. He suddenly saw that there was an old sixties mustang pulled over on the side of the road.
Dean pulled the car over to the side of the road and figured he would try to help. Many people who owned classic cars didn't realize that they needed different care then new cars, and that repairing them was far different as well. Dean opened his door and left Sammy dead asleep in the passenger's seat.
The cold air nipped at his face as big fluffy snowflakes fell onto is head. He ran a hand through his hair to brush them off. He could see someone bent over the hood of the car. They were wearing a leather jacket, but they still didn't look all that warm. Dean began walking towards the person, when he was about six feet behind the person he finally piped up.
"Car trouble?" The person was completely unresponsive and Dean walked up behind the person waiting a moment before tapping them on the shoulder. The person swiveled quickly and instead of having the panic that a normal person would have the person quickly defended themselves.
Dean found himself on the ground his head covered in snow. He took a few deep breaths from the shock before he heard the person speak.
"Dean Winchester?" It was a girl's voice. It was soft but strong at the same time. Dean recognized the voice and with a grunt he mumbled a name. "Diane Ross?"
The girl stood over top of Dean so that he could clearly se her face. She smiled and grabbed his shoulder dragging him up to his feet. She brushed him off and with a strong movement she tapped his two shoulders with her hands, much like how Dean did after seeing Sam for the first time in two years.
"Good to see ya? Sorry about that, still a bit jumpy after last night. Took down a pain in the ass demon. Not before it totally wrecked my car, and not like the cold did well on my already dieing car." She glanced down at the engine. It looked horrible. It looked like someone had gone in with a sledgehammer and totally destroyed the entire inside; it looked like very few things had the kept the car running, but the cold had clearly seen that these things didn't work any more.
"Ouch." Dean commented. It was a beautiful car, but with a useless engine, well the car itself was pretty useless. A new engine would cost a lot of money.
"Well, she had a good run. But man, she's just too expensive to fix. Now you see why I always had my fun car, and my work car?" She asked Dean playfully.
"Mind giving me a lift? My place is just in town and if you want you and Sammy can stay there. Not a problem." Diane said as she slammed down the hood and reached into the car window and grabbed her bag.
"What about the plates?" Dean asked. Diane held up her duffel bag and smiled.
Dean woke Sam up and moved him to the back of the car where he could sleep easier and so that Dean could talk to Diane without it being awkward. Diane and Dean knew each other years ago. She was young and reckless and he was the same, both of them were the oldest in hunting families however, Diane had two younger siblings and she was the only one that embraced the routine of being the hunter. She had a younger sister who was the same age as Sam, her name was Lily and she had a younger brother who was only a year older than Lily and his name was Chris. Lily and Chris were both free to go to college and do whatever they wanted, but Diane wanted to hunt. She was smart and could get a degree at the drop of a hat if she wanted too. But she just liked hunting. Dean was equally as smart, but he would never admit it. But after going to school with Dean for a year while John was dealing with a cursed town, it was clear that Dean wasn't just a smartass he was actually smart.
"So how are Lily and Chris oh, and your dad?" Dean asked. Excited that he had an old friend to talk to, and to even reminisce with. However, when Dean saw the hurt expression on Diane's face, he knew that things weren't going to great. Tears began to well up in her eyes and she gazed outside the window before answering.
"They're, umm, they're dead Dean. All of them." She hastily wiped away her tears and waited for Dean to get over the shock. By now Sam had awoken and was quietly listening to the conversation that was occurring in the front of the car.
" Wh-what happened?" Dean asked swallowing hard. It was hard news, their families had been really close, even up to the point when John had disappeared, and when Dean went to New Orleans he had even talked with Diane about meeting up halfway to grab a cup of coffee. The last thing he remembered was she told him that their dad was retiring.
"Well, Dad retired like he said he was going to. He even bought a nice little place in Michigan, and being how over protective he was he EMF'd the whole building before buying it. So I don't know how we missed it. But we were all over at the new place, getting it set up. When suddenly I was thrown over the banister over the stairs. Popped both shoulders, broke my wrist, and broke my back on the stairs. I was paralyzed and couldn't move but I saw everything that happened. Lilly came running to see what happened and was stabbed right clean through. Apparently, Chris was drowned in the bathtub and Dad; dad was just beaten to death."
Diane wiped the tears from her face and looked over at Dean. "I've been out of commission for about a year; this was my first hunt since, well since everything. So after the house was exorcized I sold it, and on top of that I have all the insurance. Plus, my uncle died and left me his house about six months ago. So up in this town is where I've been staying. As much as I love being on the road I really like just having a place to stop and call my own."
The car was silent for about another ten minutes before Diane told Dean to pull up into a driveway. It was a large house. Dean looked at Diane with wide eyes. She was definitely doing really well for herself. When they got out of the car, Dean's first action was to wrap his arms tight around Diane, he knew how close their family was, and it was as close as his. She was in the same situation as Dean only; there was no way for her to save her siblings.
"So I hear you boys are in quite a mess." Diane said as soon as she hung her coat up in the hall of the house.
"Just a little bit." Sam said.
"Hell gates, and even worse than that, I hear you have Bella on your tail. Man is she a bitch." Diane said relentlessly.
"Someone's bitter." Dean commented.
"Well you know when you're in a hospital bed paralyzed and she waltzes in and steals every piece of demon fighting equipment you have. You tend to be a little bitter." She squinted her eyes at Dean who smiled at the action. He opened the back door and shook Sam awake. He looked around in slight confusion. This wasn't a motel. Then he saw Diane and looked at her surprised.
"Diane?" he looked at her and she smiled at him and walked over to the car. She waited for Sam to get out of the car before wrapping his arms around his waist. It was great to be around people that had meant so much to her. Especially since the holidays were only a few short days away.
Diane led the two boys into the house after having Dean put the Impala into the garage. She knew it was going to snow and the last thing she wanted was to see the impala get all rusty. Dean walked in and admired the house; it was beautiful and obviously fairly new. The kitchen was open and had a bar area, and the dining room had a large table that could sit well over eight people. The living room looked nice and comfortable with two leather sofas, and a nice wall unit.
"My uncle left me everything. This was actually really great because I just needed a place to call my own and to relax in." Diane smiled at the two brothers and walked into the kitchen opening the fridge. She grabbed two bears and set them on the counter for the two boys. She then grabbed a glass and poured some chocolate milk in it before opening up one of the cupboards.
Dean looked past her shoulder into the cupboard it was full of all sorts of prescription medication. Diane grabbed three of the bottles and put the pills in her hand. She put them in her mouth and with a look of disgust drank the milk.
"All right." She said once she had swallowed the pills. "I have to make a few calls to get some things for the next couple of days. I also need to go get a tree, and grab the decorations from the basement, and go shopping." She looked at the two boys and smiled. Both of them looked at her questioningly.
"It's Christmas in like four days." She said and looked at them for a response. Sam looked down in disappointment and Dean looked like he had simply forgotten.
"You guys are planning on staying for that right?" She asked. It was more like telling or ordering. Dean noticed this and smiled.
"Well, we don't have any hunting plans, so I guess we can stay." He looked at Sam who nodded. However Sam didn't look very happy about it.
"Okay. Well I have to go to John Mcurdy's farm to pick up some vegetables, some steaks and a fresh turkey. So who wants to come?" Diane looked at the two boys who looked at each other.
Neither of them had ever had a normal Christmas. So this would be an interesting experience for both of them.
A/N: Okay so I am finished chapter one of my new story. I know I have another one in the works. But this one seemed way too tantalizing. Especially since we are coming up to the Christmas season. In later chapters I'll go into Dean and Diane's past together. I will also have some emotional Sam bits, a long with loads of fun stuff especially on Christmas morning.