Warnings: Later will contain sexual/adult content, scary/compromising situations, death, blood, gore, swearing.
Disclaimer: I don't own the anything other then my character 'Eliza'.
The motorbike rushed down the zipped down the road before pulling to the parking of a dingy bar on the side of the road. The driver cut the engine after parking next to a car that the rider knew well. Eliza Tempest dismounted the bike to look over the Impala appreciatively; Dean had taken good care of it.
Eliza smiled sadly, the last time she had rode in this car, sat with her older brother, her mind had been fogged with grief at the recent loss of her father while on a routine poltergeist hunt with Dean Winchester and his father. After grabbing her backpack of the back of the bike, Eliza strode towards the bar deciding her old friend could use a visit.
It didn't take long for her to spot Dean. Not to mention the fact that he had the features and cockiness of a male model or that she knew he liked to shower whereas any other patron of the bar would more likely hiss a at bar of soap then know how to use it. No, Eliza knew she would always find Dean sat near a back entrance to the bar or near a bathroom, in case a shift exit was needed, and it often was.
Sam Winchester stared at the newspapers spread over the table while his fathers trusty journal sat in the middle of the papers, next to the beer Dean had convinced him to have.
"So, is it our kind of problem?" Dean asked from his dart throwing stance, then he swigged from his bottle went to retrieve his darts.
"Seems like it," Sam spread out a few articles over the table, "Deaths, a lot of them, connected with one house."
"So what is it? Witch? Poltergeist? White Woman?" Dean asked throwing his first dart.
"Can't be sure, Poltergeist seems likely, we have to check it out."
"What ever you say, Sammy."
Sam rolled his eyes but didn't bother to rebuke his brother, knowing it was easier just to ignore him. Sam glanced up from the papers when he senses someone walking near their table, it was something he had gotten used to help stay alive. Sam raised an eyebrow when a young woman sporting an oversized backpack stopped just behind Dean. Shrugging the pack of her slim shoulder, the woman leaned down to rest the bag on the floor quietly, giving those behind her in the bar a nice view of her shapely figure and backside. Righting herself, the woman tucked lose strands of brunette hair behind her ear, the rest of her hair tied back in low pony tail, reached to just below her shoulder blades.
She either hadn't noticed Sam's attentions on her or simply didn't care. Tugging at the t-shirt under her jacket, the woman stepped up behind Sam's brother. Dean readied his next dart unaware of the beauty behind him; Sam watched curiously as she leaned up, close to his ear and shouted "MISS!"
"Gah!" Dean shouted swinging his arm round, which Eliza effectively ducked under before bursting into a fit of giggles. Sam allowed himself to chuckle at Dean's bewildered face as the young woman held her sides giggling.
Dean coughed deeply, straightening up and though obviously not amused at being someone's joke, he couldn't help but smile when he saw who it was.
"Mini Tempest." Dean greeted, "Thought you were travelling with your brother, he gonna' jump out at me too?"
Wiping a tear, from the laughter, away from her eye, Eliza smiled, "Nah! Big bro settled down, married with a kid on the way."
Dean visibly winced at the though of settling down, "Ouch poor guy." He shook his head before swigging from his beer again.
"So, who you travelling with?" Dean asked, an eyebrow raised.
"Myself, of course." Eliza smiled before taking Dean's beer from his hand, taking a swig and giving it back to him.
Sam watched the exchange and dryly noted that Dean would rather punch him then share his beer with him. This girl must be someone special.
"You shouldn't be on your own; people might try to take advantage of a seemingly sweet girl like you."
Scratch that, Sam thought, this girl definitely was special, Dean appeared to be outwardly showing concern and Sam made a mental note later to take him temperature to make sure he wasn't getting sick.
"Sweet?" The woman sniggered, "You of all people should know I have a swift kick saved for perverts."
Dean grinned, slight shaking his head before remembering his tall brother was sat silently watching the exchange through amused eyes.
"Hey Liza, This is Sammy," Dean pointed Sam out to Eliza, not hard since he was sat right in front of him, "Sammy this Liza." He gestured his hand between them.
"Sam Winchester." Sam corrected Dean before standing up and offering Eliza his hand. Shaking his hand, Eliza smiled brightly at the tall man, "Eliza Tempest."
"So, how do you now Dean?" Sam smiled as he sat back down, Eliza pulled two chairs out across from Sam, sitting her pack on one and herself on another Eliza was going to answer Sam until Dean jumped in.
"Liza, her brother and dad came on a lot of hunts with me and dad while you were off playing college boy." Dean answered and he picked his darts back and carried on playing. While Dean had been answering, Eliza had taken the change to 'examine' Sam. He was tall; probably a head taller than herself, broad shoulders, strong arms and a handsome face with charming dimples, Eliza had to stop herself from drooling.
Sam simply nodded at Dean's explanation before smiling at Eliza again and then turning his attention back to the papers in front of him. Noticing the papers, Eliza leaned around the table, closer to Sam to read them.
"Hauntings?" she asked aloud, not minding which brother answered.
"We think so," Sam answered, "It seems it, but we still don't know what were dealing with."
"May I?" She asked gesturing towards one of the articles, with a nod Sam passed her the paper and watched as her bright blue eyes moved down the page.
"Poltergeist." She said eventually.
"What?" Sam asked looking up at her quickly which made his messy brown hair flop cutely.
"Its a Poltergeist."
"How'd you-?" Sam started.
"Trust me." Eliza smiled.
Dean snickered at Sam's confused expression, "We didn't keep her around for her pretty face, Sammy."
Sam just glared at him brother, at least now they knew what they were dealing with.
Dean finished with his darts, drank the rest of his beer before turning to the pair.
"Right, early morning tomorrow, Sammy, best get you to bed, we know how cranky you get without your nightly nightmare session. 'Liza your coming with us, got somewhere to stay tonight?" Dean grumbled while putting his jacket on.
While Sam gathered the papers, Eliza stood and smiled at Dean, "Nice to know I have a choice, but no I don't have anywhere tonight."
Dean nodded, "Right we can stay at the motel about 5miles up the road."
Shrugging her backpack onto her shoulder, Eliza followed the boys out of the bar; ignoring the sexual comments made by the slimy men they passed.
"You alright?"
Eliza looked up at the unexpected voice, and smiled at Sam, "Yeah, fine."
"Hey, Dean?" Eliza asked as she came up to the Impala.
"Yeah?" He looked up from were he was unlocking the car.
"How come Sam's a gentle man and your an ass?"
Dean smirked, "Because I can work being an ass." He winked.
Sam rolled his eyes and opened the trunk for Eliza to put her bag him.
"How'd you get here?" Sam asked her.
"Stole a bike." She shrugged and nodded towards the bike next to the car.
While Sam seemed shocked, Dean laughed from front seat and told them to hurry their asses into the car.
Climbing into the back seat, as Eliza assumed that Sam wouldn't fit in the back, Eliza smiled sadlyto herself, the car bringing back painful memories of her brother and father. Lying down on the back seat, Eliza began to doze as she reminisced.
"What am I going to do without papa, Dean?" Eliza asked, too numb too cry.
"You're gonna stay with me," Dean smirked, "you're a mouthy little brat but you're practically my sister."Eliza and her brother had stayed with Dean and his dad until her brother left and she followed. Smiling to herself, for the first time in years, she fell into a peaceful sleep.
Dean glanced into the wind mirror and smiled inwardly when he saw Eliza asleep on the back seat. She was still the same little spitfire brat that he remembered but she was definitely taller, and her form had filled out, Dean smirked knowing that if he hadn't unofficially adopted her, he would probably be attracted too her.
"She another one you were in love with?" Dean heard Sam tease.
"You'd know if you hadn't run off." Dean grumbled, his eyes on the road.
"We've been through this; I didn't run off, I went to get an education." Sam sighed, "So why'd you want her to come along tomorrow?" Sam asked.
"Her dad was killed on a hunt with us; Poltergeist threw an antique knife set at 'im. I promised him that I'd look after his kids, especially 'liza."
"You can't keep trying to protect everyone Dean."
"Sam, drop it, unless you got a problem with having her come with us?"
Sam shook his head.
"Good." Dean snapped parking up at the motel, "I'll get the room; you get the bags and the girl."
Sam sighed and got out the car tomorrow was going to be a long day.
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