Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, or any of the characters from that show. If I did, I would not be here, but in my LA mansion power out another amazing episode. Alas, the only thing I own in this bit of fanfiction is Jesse Warner. Songs used are 3 Doors Down- I Feel You, Seether- The Gift, and Ozzy Osbourne- Bark At The Moon.
Blue Moon
Chapter One: Dreams of Death Danced In My Head
Another endless day, another seven hundred miles that'll take me further from my home…"What, is the thing homesick?" I asked, taking Exit 10 into Smalltown, Wisconsin.
"I don't know Dean, I'm just telling you the facts."
"Well give me a fact the explains why a werewolf slaughters his way back to this town in the middle of EastBumfuck?"
"Um, well, maybe there's something he wants, something he left behind."
"Or someone" I added.
"We'll find out soon enough," my little brother replied, looking off into the fields of nothing as Ozzy's Bark At The Moon flooded my Impala
"Yeah, Sam, we will."
I can't face myself when I wake up
And look inside a mirror
I'm so ashamed of that thing...
I shot up of from my dream, caked in sweat, breathing as if I had ran a marathon, and feeling a heady mixture of fear and desire. What had woken me, I didn't know, but I was eternally grateful.
I squinted my now ice blue eyes shut and massaged my skull, willing the images to leave my brain. Meat, blood, ripping, tearing, screaming.
They didn't leave. Damn them.
I flung my body out of bed with all its supernatural speed, rushing to unlock the draw of my nightstand. In seconds I had my prize, and quickly popped the cap and injected my morning medicine into my brachial artery. My breathing slowed and my heartbeat stabilized as I stood before my wardrobe.
The mirror revealed that my eyes were once again their normal color, a silvery gray. Ok, not exactly normal, but their natural hue anyway. It also exposed that a cat had apparently slept on my auburn locks, which when not tangled to all forms of hell, happen to flow down to my back.
Resolved to eat breakfast, I disposed of the needle in the trashcan by the bed. I pulled on a pair of jeans over black panties, managed to clasp a matching bra AND brush out my mahogany hair to some semblance of decent, when there was a banging on the door.
Not a knocking, an honest to God Big Bad Wolf I'm Going To Blow The Door Down BANG.
I could smell them, two. Men by the smell of the Axe, or hardcore lesbians. Who the fuck was at my house at...noon? OK, not entirely early...and there was that goddamn banging AGAIN.
I threw on deodorant and a quick spritz of Vanilla before sprinting down the ancient staircase to the solid oak door. The bra hid more than most bathing suits, it was good enough for me and whoever was trying to smash my door into tiny bits.
This had better be good; otherwise someone was about to get a serious verbal beat down.
They gave me a life that's not so easy to live
And then they sent me on my way
I followed Sam up the stone walkway to the door of a Victorian house, similar to every other place in the suburbs. Only difference was this one held our key witness.
'Detective' Sam rang the bell, his usual calm and innocent self. I wish I could say the same...wait, no I don't.
My brother frowned at me as I yawned. I flipped him off. It was way too early to be awake, let alone questioning witnesses.
And damned if I was gonna stand on a doorstep all day waiting for her.
Rushing past my little brother, I knocked on the door. Hard. And Loud. Twice.
The door creaked open to reveal a gorgeous redhead dressed in skin-tight jeans that left nothing to the imagination and a black satin bra. Well, my morning was looking up.
I'm so ashamed of the lie I'm livingOk, I just deduced that it was in fact not people at my door.
It was Titans.
You know, the mythical giants. The fact that I'm only 5'4" has nothing to do with it, honest. The two had to be at least 6'3". The pictures did NOT specify this. Or their excessive hotness.
Yes, I knew who they were. What hunter doesn't know the Winchester brothers?
"Je..Jesse Warner?" the younger of the two asked, stumbling over his speech.
I could smell his lust, but it was crippled by his own chivalry, which helped matters for me.
"The one and only. And who might you two be?"
"We're detectives Miss. Warner," Dean began, "We'd like to ask you a few questions. May we come in?"
His speech was certain, but his heart raced and his lust burnt me like molten fire. His extreme attractiveness didn't help much either, nor the Axe.
The commercials are 100 truth, it is kryptonite to all things estrogen.
"Sure thing," I replied, stepping aside to let them in before shutting the door behind them.
I really did not want them in here.
I really did not want to jump Dean, especially in front of his little brother. But if I declined, they'd suspect me even more.
Then again, if they found my meds, or the safe room, I was as good as dead anyway. God must hate me this morning, er, afternoon. Had to be why he made a blue moon this month. I cursed him under my breath. Fucking commie bastard.
Yes, I was making it official. Jesus is a nazi.
"Do you guys want some coffee? I was about to put on a pot."
So much for eating breakfast. Don't ask me why, but unless its planned, I don't eat when there's company. I hate when people watch me eat. It makes feel like a glutton, and then I can't eat, and I starve until they leave.
Dean nodded, and Sam declined.
I disappeared into the kitchen, flipping on the coffee machine. It looked like space-age technology, one of very few bits of evidence spread through my house that proved my wealth.
I tried to keep my hormones in check by concentrating on this task. Find coffee, get mugs, have sex with Dean Winchester...hey, wait a sec.
It would have actually been better for me. The beast always wants two things, food or sex, sometimes both. If it gets one, its thirst for the other is, if only temporarily, satisfied. Problem was I couldn't sleep around in town without getting a bad rep.
Oh pride, thy sword cuts me.
I grabbed a bag of Columbian Select Hazelnut Roast and asked, loudly enough for them to hear easily,
"So, what brings the infamous Winchester brothers to my living room?"
Sticking my head out to the living room, the looks on their faces were instantly priceless, before adding, "Hunting werewolves perhaps?", and disappeared into the kitchen once more.
The look on Dean's handsome face almost drove me over the edge. Fuck Fuck Fuck, fuck Dean.
No! Bad beasty, down girl.
Concentrate! Empty bag, pour contents into drip. Add water. Get another shot. No AgNO3 this time, just straight up and wonderful Ativan. Unlock draw, get syringe, inject.
Oh sweet relief.
And what do I have to get me through these sleepless nights?
I raised an eyebrow at Sam, his eyes wide with shock. Hey, he had an expression. I didn't know he had it in him.
"And how do you know our names again?" I asked.
"Internet," she called back from the kitchen, "You guys really aren't that hard to find."
Well, that was reassuring.
"So...you're a hunter then?" Sam asked.
No, she's a god damn journalist?! Hey, you gotta admit, it was a stupid question. It was not because I've hadn't had my coffee this morning.
The gorgeous woman walking towards me didn't leave me annoyed for long, fortunately for Sam. Her smooth pale shoulders shrugged as she sat on the couch across from us.
"I suppose so. I've been chasing this guy for about a year, taking out anything else I run into along the way. Then all of a sudden the wacko decides to come back home."
Wacko. Nice choice of words. Only word I really caught actually. Her damned hand was fingering her navel ring, a dangling crescent moon. It was more distracting then a strip tease.
"So, you know the guy then? The werewolf I mean," Nice job there Dean, you moron. Just play cool, keep on the Listening Intently face.
I don't belong here and I'm not well
God why have you forsaken me?
I couldn't think, at all. At least in the kitchen I got some space, but here?! It was like I was burning alive. Putting on a shirt would help, but I was far too proud. It's a bitch, but it's who I am.
One hand wandered down to fumble with the silver bellybutton ring, the pain keeping me preoccupied. My eyes met Dean's, and I stopped. I was making him worse. Damnit. How much Ativan could I take before I passed out?
"Yeah, his names Eric Brown. We went out for a few months, till I broke it off. He starting stalking me, I started avoiding him. He killed my grandparents to cap it off."
"Nice guy," Dean quipped with a grin. I smiled back. Maybe the Ativan was kicking in.
"So, you were there the night it happened. Are you sure weren't bitten at all?" Sam asked, all business. Just like the gang had said.
"I think I would have noticed a werewolf trying to take a chunk out of me."
See, I wasn't lying. I was omitting. There is a difference. No wonder God makes my life a nightmare. Hey, it earned another chuckle from Dean. At least I could be a comedian in hell.
"Glad I could be so amusing," I said as the coffee machine announced its finite with an annoying bring.
I rose from my seat on the couch and retreated back into the kitchen. "Sugar or cream?" I hollered for the umpteenth time this afternoon.
"Black, please,"
Of course, manly man.
I plunked down two mugs, my favorites too. So, if he broke it, so help me! Plain black went into my "Surgeon Generals Warning: Talking To Me Before I've Had My First Cup Of Coffee Can Be Hazardous To Your Help." Two creams and three sugars went into my "Oh Its You, In That Case, Make It an IRISH Coffee," mug, complete with a little green shamrock.
I returned to the guys without taking another dose. Apparently it had finally kicked in; I was numb and content with that.
Dean took his coffee, getting a grin from its cup before taking a sip with a sigh.
"I can't tell you how long it's been since I've actually had real coffee."
I laughed, raising mine up in salute before resuming my seat and added "Cheers,"
"So, we've got a plan," Dean began.
Sam glanced at his brother, "We do?"
"Yeah. This thing has a connection with you," he continued, pointing to me, "So, I figure its come back into town to lure you here for some unfinished business. We'll stay here tonight, and kill the thing when he makes a move."
I nodded with a false smile. "Great,"
…Shit.
(thats all till Ch 2! Now go leave comments, I dont care if you love it or not, just have an opinion and state it!)
