A/N: Hello everybody! Here are a few comments about the fic. First, Danielle's character is inspired on the pin up model, Sabina Kelley, check her page if you want, it's a great model. And, her name, is based upon the song "Dani California" from the Red Hot Chili Peppers. And the title of the story, is based in the song "Scar Tissue".
Second, in the beginning of each chapter, I'll write a few songs you could listen to if you want, that inspired me along the process of writing and editing.
Please review, tell me about any spell or grammar mistake, since I'm from Argentina, my English isn't perfect. I hope you like the story. It starts at season 5, and kinda follows the plot of the serie.
That's all folks, read on, and enjoy!
P.S: Please, please, review. And ask me for anything you want, lemons, friend's scenes, anything.
Warning: There will be a lemon in this chapter.
Long A/N, I know. Sorry =)
Songs:
Sweet home Alabama- Lynyrd Skynyrd
Scar Tissue- Red Hot Chili Peppers
Dani California- Red Hot Chili Peppers
Love, Maggie
-It's comin'!- a male voice screamed. Suddenly, with a shattering noise and a blinding light, it was finally free.
Danielle woke up with a cold sweat, panting for air. She looked around, making sure she was still in her room. Tyson, her friendly pit-bull, stared at her confused. She sat on the bed, her legs swinging over the floor and tried to focus. It had been a vision, of that she was sure. And if she was right, it meant hell on Earth.
Danielle closed her eyes, and took a deep breath to calm her racing heart. It was the vision her mother warned her about, Lucifer was free, or was going to be, really soon. That kind of visions usually were short timing. Maybe a day or less to do something about it. And, what could she possibly do?
Again, Danielle focused on her vision. She went back to when the light appeared. She was lucky she had practice and experience on her side. She looked around from her spot in the vision
"Old church, blood on the floor, corpse in the altar, two men standing by the door" she thought "great, now, where the hell is it?" She seemed to be able to recognize the two men, or guess at least, from how things had been. She hoped she was wrong, but, sincerely, she wasn't very optimistic.
Her mind was still on the vision, trying to get as many details as she could, so when she heard Tyson bark, she jumped to her feet, alarmed.
-Oh, God!- she gasped. Tyson was barking at a spirit, her mother's spirit.
-I knew it was a bad idea to keep your locket- she murmured and then faced her mother-hi mom- she greeted shyly
-Hey, darlin'- Juliet, her mother, replied- Listen to me, there is no time, Dani, leave now. Go to Ilchester-
-How you…?- she began, then stopped, looking at her mother in fear- This is the vision you saw before…?- she trailed off, her voice breaking a little
-Yes-
-You put it in my head?- she asked, connecting the dots
-Yes. You have to go now, please- she urged
-Can I stop it?- Danielle inquired, eyes shining in the dark
-I'm afraid not. It's already happenin'. But you will be needed. Please, Danielle, go now-
-To Ilchester? How you know where it is?-
-I've spent my afterlife searching that place- Juliet answered
-You're weird as a spirit- Danielle muttered under her breath
-Lucifer is free- Juliet continued, not hearing her- and the Apocalypse must be stopped-
-Mom, you sound like a freakin' gypsy–
-Danielle- her mother said softly, smiling- you will understand soon enough. Trust your sight, darlin', and don't give up- she told her seriously. Danielle stared into her mother's eyes, a mirror of her own, and nodded. She failed to save her mother before, but she wouldn't fail to save the world.
Juliet grinned wider, and caressed Danielle's cheek lightly. A shiver ran through Danielle's spine, and, just as suddenly as she appeared, Juliet was gone.
-Damn it- Danielle cursed. Tyson was still looking at her funny. She sighed, and started to prepare her bag to leave as soon as possible. She grabbed the red bag she always used, and threw some shirts and jeans in. A pair of old T shirts to sleep in, if needed, and a short. Then, she checked her gun, a .22 pistol that'd been her partner since always.
She dressed in a dark jean and a purple long sleeve shirt; she put on her favorite boots, and tossed a pair of sneakers on the bag, along with a pair of sandals. After that she grabbed her Chevy Camaro's keys, and her wallet, cell phone and took some extra cash just in case. Then she walked to Anthony's room and walked in slowly
-Anthony- she called quietly, trying not to wake him too abruptly-Tony!- she shook him and he opened his eyes immediately
-What? Dani? Everythin' okay?- he asked, sitting up
-Yes, or, I think so. Listen, I have to go. Long story, don't worry, I'll be fine-
-Why? Is somethin' wrong?-
-Yeah, actually, but not your kinda thing- she smiled lovingly and kissed his head- don't take any job until I call, I think I'll be busy this next few days-
-Okay- Anthony said, nodding. He didn't like when Danielle was away. She was his best friend, like her little sister, and he worried every time she left to face monsters or something worse
-Be careful, Dani- he told her seriously
-Always am- she rubbed Tyson's head. He was just standing next to her, looking expectantly- I'll miss ya, big boy- she murmured- be good- she took her bag and waved- see ya Tony-
-See you- he whispered back. He sighed and shook his head. He worried, yes, but he also feared one day, it will be too much for her and she'll get hurt, or worse. He felt like a guardian. Since she was 16, she'd been under his wing. He got her into the modeling world, and she was the best he knew. And, when she told him what she was, what she did, he felt relieved to help her, he felt good. She hadn't had an easy life, and, since she lived with him, things got a little better.
Anthony got up from the bed and went to the kitchen. He prayed silently for Danielle, to whatever force was up there, he prayed to it to keep her safe.
As Danielle drove, the lights of Los Angeles seemed gloomy. She was tired, but alert. Her vision was still playing in the back of her mind, and it bothered her. It bothered her that her mom had seen it before; it bothered her, the feeling that she was missing something. She was going blindly, following her mother's orders. She trusted her, more than anyone. After all, she had died because of that vision, and apparently, she kept searching.
Danielle smiled at that thought. Her mother was so stubborn; of course she wouldn't give up. But, what had she gotten her into? She was pretty sure those two men were the Winchester brothers, but she refused to believe it until she had proof.
The Winchester brothers. She sighed as she thought about them. She had met Dean 6 years ago. She saved his ass, big time. He was in line to be werewolf chew toy when she did her magic. Even if she wished for a normal life, she couldn't deny her clairvoyance helped her save people. And that was worth it. It was hard to completely accept it, since that gift, or curse, depends on the point of view, was what killed her mother. It ran in the family, and she long ago dismissed the thought of having kids on her own. It wasn't compatible with being a hunter, and, the Cobain's unique ability was going to die with her.
Dean. She thought about him, and smiled at the memory that took over her mind.
Danielle had been on a hunt, a werewolf hunt, and, after a few days, she was getting tired. She tried to get a vision, focused, but nothing happened. Until she did have a vision, indeed. She saw the creature tearing apart some poor guy, and, by any means, she had to stop it.
Danielle went to the warehouse she had seen in her vision, she recognized it well enough from her short time in town. She got in her Camaro and sped off to save the man. And kill the werewolf. If she was right, that vision should give her enough time to get there, but the future wasn't carved in stone and she still had doubts.
She got her gun ready with silver bullets and left the car parked outside. There was another car there, a black Chevy Impala. She shook her head and walked in. And, she saw the exact image from her vision, minus the tearing apart thing, luckily.
-Here, wolfy, wolfy!- she called, aiming her gun at the creature's heart. She moved closer to them, slowly. The guy was pinned to the floor by the werewolf, and she could see blood on his face and body, his shirt was torn and, honestly, he looked bad.
-C'mon! Eat me, I know I taste better!- she dared. The creature stared at her with its blue-white eyes full of rage. She backed away involuntarily
-Wow, you're ugly- she murmured. She took the safe of her gun as another vision filled her mind. The werewolf was going to jump her, really soon. Those kinds of vision she had to avoid getting killed, they were pretty useful.
And as soon as the vision ended, the werewolf let go of the guy and jumped. The three bullets Danielle fired shot it straight in its heart. But it already had enough force to continue the flight, and it landed on top of Danielle.
The weight of the werewolf overwhelmed her, taking the air of her lungs and making her back hurt because of the impact. She panted, and kicked the thing off her. It fell on its back, its eyes open, dead. She had lost her pistol on the misadventure, and she found it a few feet to her left. She was distracted as she saw her shirt and jeans, stained with blood.
-Oh, damn it!- she groaned in frustration- these were new pants! C'mon!- she shook her head and jumped to her feet. She put her gun on her jacket pocket and went over to check the guy.
-Hey, you okay?- she asked, kneeling next to him- can you hear me?-
-Ugh…- the man hissed in pain and tried to sit up
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, stay still, you're gonna hurt yourself- she said, pushing him with her hands- worse than you already are- she added, noticing his state. He was pretty fucked up, his shirt was torn, his face was bruised and he had a bleeding nose. His lips were swollen, and he looked like he could use a doctor
-Hi, I'm Danielle, I'm gonna take you to a doctor- she introduced, holding out her hand for him to shake
-Dean- he replied- and no doctors will be necessary-
-C'mon, you must be in shock or somethin'- she muttered to herself. She helped him up and to the door
-Hey, wait, could ya hand me that gun?- he inquired, pointing to a silver pistol on the ground. Danielle looked at him confused, and a second later, she had a revelation
-You're a hunter- she said, handing him his gun
-Yeah-
-Oh, well, um, Dean, was it? Let me get you outside so I can clean this up-
-No, I'll help, it's only fair-
-Don't worry, you're pretty shaken up still, I'll handle it-
-I insist- he pushed
-You can insist all you want- she told him, dragging him outside to her car- but it won't change a damn thing- The guy stared at her in shock and she took the opportunity to got him out of there
-Is this yours?- she asked, gesturing to the Impala
-Yeah-
-Okay, Dean, get in that car and leave, the job is done-she glanced at the car- nice ride, by the way- he smirked at her through the pain and she took off towards the warehouse.
"Okay, I need to take that body" she thought "and burn it" She paused, and groaned "fabulous" she said to herself sarcastically. But before she had time for anything else, Dean appeared behind her, scaring the hell out of her. And that was saying something. Nobody scared Danielle since she was thirteen years old and learnt how to control her visions.
-What are you doin' here?- she asked, offended- I told you to leave-
-And I didn't listen, big deal- Dean answered- c'mon, we can do this much faster together-
-You can barely stand, you're not helpin', sorry- She moved over to the body and took a hold of it, dragging it outside.
-Here- Dean took the feet of the creature and Danielle the head and torso. It was a nice deal, and he didn't seem too tired or in too much pain yet. They finally got it out of the warehouse and stopped to catch their breath. That was one heavy fucker of a werewolf.
-So? Your place or mine?- Danielle inquired, smiling teasingly. Dean grinned back for a few seconds and nodded towards his car
-Help me get it in the trunk, I don't want dead werewolf smell in my car- he said.
Danielle did as she was asked and sighed as Dean closed the trunk of his Impala.
-What year is it?- She questioned, eyeing the car appreciatively
-67- Dean answered simply. Danielle frowned as another vision hit her. She saw her mother, in her room, trying to do a ritual without much success. A minute later, her cell phone rang. She checked the caller ID, and, indeed, it was her mother.
-Sorry, gotta take this- she excused herself and walked to her car to avoid being heard
-Mom?- she said into the phone
-Dani, I need help with a ritual- Juliet told her and she thought she heard a noise in the background, similar to a female voice-Freakin' spirit won't help me- she could almost see her mother's pout
-Mom, necromancy again? – Danielle questioned, sighing- please, I'm in freakin' Alabama, please, stop whatever it is you're doin'-
-Can't do, baby- Juliet replied-hurry back, Dani, I need you-
-Fine- she groaned and hung up. Dean was watching her from his car. When he saw her taking a few things out of the back seat to put on the trunk he walked over to her
-So, you like muscle-cars?-
-It depends- she answered, putting away a small box with silver bullets- if they also have looks…- she trailed off suggestively and Dean smiled- I love 'em-
-And muscle-guys?- he asked, raising an eyebrow. Danielle tried to control her laughter
-It depends…- she turned to face him- if they also have looks- she checked him out shamelessly- love 'em-she smirked and closed the trunk with a thud- Listen, Dean, I've gotta go- she told him- you're gonna be okay getting' rid of that thing?- she looked to his car and he nodded
-Yeah, no problem- he said
-Okay, it was nice to meet you-
-You too- she smiled sweetly at him and got in. She waved as she drove away, leaving Alabama and Dean behind.
Danielle shook her head, getting back to reality. That had been the first time she met him, but not the only one. After that, she ran into him in Louisiana, a ghost problem, nothing magic, but, it turned out to be the best hunt in her life.
-So, savin' your ass again uh? Is this some kind of tradition?- Danielle asked as shot the ghost off Dean. He was panting, and looked at her in shock
-What are you doin' here?- he inquired
-Ghost hauntin'- she answered and lowered her shotgun- and, I repeat, savin' your ass had become a tradition- she smiled- or a hobby. It's a nice ass after all-
-How you know where I was?-he insisted
-You don't give up, do ya?- she asked, rolling her eyes-It's a long story, and I don't want to get into it when a ghost is after our asses-
-Fine, you win, but you're spillin' the beans later-
-Scout word- she said, nodding.
So, after they got rid of the ghost, salt and burnt the bones, they went out for a drink. Juliet was well after that last ritual that had been a month ago. And, Danielle felt free to do as she wished.
-You mind if I stop by my motel for a minute? I wanna change my clothes, they kinda stink- she said
-Sure, no problem- Dean replied- want me to wait you outside or should we meet in the bar?-
-The bar- she answered- maybe I ought to take a shower too- She smiled at him and waved- see ya in the bar at 8 o'clock?-
-8 o'clock it is- he nodded and they went they separate ways.
Danielle took a long shower and relaxed her tired muscles. It'd been a nice coincidence to run into Dean, maybe they could have a little bit of fun later, she thought. It wasn't her usual M.O. She didn't date, sleep, or even talk much to other hunters, but, since she saved his life twice now, she guessed it'd be fine.
So, when she finished showering, she went to choose some clothes to wear. Which wasn't really hard, considering she had only a portion of her real wardrobe with her right then. She picked a dark tight jean, a black T shirt with a few white letters on it. It was simple enough, and matched to her black high heels they looked pretty good.
She did her hair to a side, with a small comb holding it, and she put on her usual make up. Being a pin up model made her used to the style, and, well, she always wore red lipstick and a nice eye liner, a light eye shadow and she was done.
Danielle looked herself in the mirror and decided something was missing. She picked a studded belt and then nodded at her reflection. She thought she looked pretty good. The shoes let her tattoo be seen on her right ankle and feet, and she hid the one in her wrist with a nice and warm leather jacket.
She grabbed her keys, wallet and gun, putting it, with the safe on, in her jacket. She made sure the room was presentable if things went well, and left. She got in her Camaro and drove to the only decent bar in town. Lafayette, Louisiana, wasn't known for its nightlife. So, she had to settle for a local pub with country and classic rock, and waitress with high boots and cowboy hats.
She parked her car outside, and went in. The place wasn't too crowded, luckily. If she hated something, it was crowds; they made her feel on edge and paranoid. She saw Dean sitting on a stool by the bar, drinking a beer and walked over to him.
-Hello, handsome- she said in a southern drawl. It was easy to let it flow; after all, she was born in Mississippi. South of Mississippi as it is. A little town called Hattiesburg, on the border of route 59. She still remembered it, even if she hadn't been there since she was 9.
Dean turned as he saw her coming and smiled. She looked hot. Her platinum blond hair loose, and wavy, it sparkled with the lights of the pub.
-Hi there, darlin'- he replied with a very fake and poor accent. Danielle grinned widely and took a sit next to him.
-What can I get you?- the bartender asked her
-A beer, please- she told him, and then focused on Dean- You look good- she commented, checking him out. He was wearing faded blue jeans, with a black long sleeve shirt that clutched his body in a very nice way. But what she liked the most was the jacket that made him look like a stereotyped hunter. She had met a few over the years, and they all looked similar. Well, Dean was an exception; he was good looking for a change.
-And I think you caught every guy's stare in a mile radius- he joked. Danielle smiled and thanked the bartender as he gave her the beer.
-So…- Dean began. Danielle took a sip of her drink and tilted her head, waiting for him to continue- thanks again for savin' my ass-
-Any time- she replied- I told you, it's worth savin'- she winked at him and took another sip of her beer
-How you got into huntin' anyway? You don't look like the usual hunter- he said
-Thank God!- she chuckled and moved closer to him so nobody would over hear-It's a pretty long story- she told him- and, I don't wanna bore you with it-
-No, c'mon- he insisted- we've got time-
-I know, I don't want to, that's the thing- she took another sip and looked at him- okay, tell me your last name first- she dared
-Why you wanna know my last name?-
-Just curious- she shrugged- I don't like tellin' my sorry story to a guy whose last name I don't know- she said and Dean nodded like it was an acceptable answer
-Dean Winchester, nice to meet you- he told her, taking her hand in his. Danielle was shocked for a moment.
-Winchester? As in John's son?- she inquired. Dean looked at her confused and suspicious
-Yeah…-
-Wow, small world- she murmured. She shook her head and noticed his tense stance- Relax! I don't bite, if you don't ask me- she joked- You want to know how I know John?-
-That could be pretty nice actually- he let go of her hand and she stared at it for a minute
-You remember Bobby Singer?- she asked and now it was Dean's turn to be shocked
-Bobby? Yeah, I remember…-
-Okay, I'm kinda his, goddaughter- she admitted
-Kinda?-
-I don't believe in it, but, yes, he's my godfather, and, well, he was the one who helped me becomin' a hunter-
-Really? How I never heard of you?-
-Your dad and Bobby don't get along very well now- she said-but, I know he talked to me about him and you- she trailed off remembering something- your brother's okay? Sam, was it?-
-Yeah, he's in college-
-College? Wow…- she seemed impressed for a moment- congratulations, I mean, for him- she smiled at her own rant- sorry, I'll shut up now-
Dean laughed and the tension from the conversation seemed to fade. They ordered two more beers and kept chatting. After two more hours and five more beers, they were a little drunk but comfortable with each other. Danielle didn't remember when the last time she had such a good time was.
They heard "Sweet home Alabama" and Danielle began to chuckle uncontrollably.
-This song rocks!- she said between laughs- c'mon, don't wanna dance a bit?-
-Oh, no, I'll pass- Dean shook his head in denial and Danielle pouted a little, making him grinned. He got up, and wrapped an arm around her, since she was already standing, it was easy- why don't we go someplace quiet?- he suggested with a deep voice that made Danielle's insides tremble.
-Okay- she agreed and they left. They were both pretty unable to drive, so, instead, they walked to her motel. The night was cold, and when she started shivering Dean wrapped his arm around her, keeping her warm.
When they reached the motel, Danielle smiled at Dean sweetly. With the lights that reflected in her eyes, he could see their real color. They were a deep ocean blue, a little green maybe, with a glitter of gold around the pupils that gave her a mischievous and playful look.
-Good night Dean- she said, biting her full bottom lip and glancing at him from behind her eyelashes
-Good night- he replied. She turned around to face him, but he kept his arm around her. They stared at each other for a second, and that was it. Dean's mouth crushed against hers and her hands gripped his hair tightly, pulling him to her.
Danielle struggled to get the keys of the room out, and opened the door. They stumbled inside and she turned on the lights, their lips still locked.
-Mmm…- she moaned as his tongue massaged hers in a very sensual way. Dean turned around and kicked the door shut then pushed her against it. His mouth left hers, and kissed her jaw, then her neck. He immediately discovered that sweet spot that made her breath caught and nibbled her skin softly.
Danielle was still pressed against the cold door, and they were still dressed.
-This isn't workin'- she murmured
-What isn't?- Dean asked, confused. She smiled at him and pulled his jacket down, throwing it to the couch behind them. Dean understood what she meant and chuckled, then he kissed her deeply, earning a moan from her
Danielle took off her own jacket and dropped it on the floor. And suddenly, without knowing what was going on, she was lifted in the air, Dean's hands going to her ass, and she yelped in surprise, wrapping her legs around his waist.
He laid her down slowly, and leaned over her, taking in her beauty. She was definitely something else. He had to admit, he was one lucky guy. Danielle reached behind him and got her shoes off, letting them fall softly to the ground. She ran her hands over his chest, feeling his muscles working and remembered the first time she met him. Something about muscle-cars and muscle-guys.
Dean stared into her eyes, unable to look away. Until she removed his shirt and tossed it on the floor. That got his attention back. He smiled and kissed her again, caressing her soft hair and letting it free. It fell on her neck, and he brushed it away, kissing her silky skin once more.
Danielle arched into him as she felt his hot mouth on her. Foreplay was nice, but she was aching for him. It'd been a while since she had some action, and now she needed it, fast. She pulled her own T shirt off and it fell somewhere in the room. Dean pulled apart a bit, and then attacked her now exposed stomach and chest. She was still wearing her bra, but that was taken care of rather quickly.
Dean groaned as he felt the lace in his hand. She seemed to be exactly what he wanted and liked. He couldn't help but grin as her full breasts filled his hands. She moaned as he caressed them softly, rolling one nipple between his fingers, then the other, and finally both of them together.
-Dean…- she moaned again. And, hell, he loved the way she said it, how sexy she was. He was glad the red lipstick had faded from her lips; otherwise he'd be all covered in it by then. He moved one hand down her stomach, and undid her belt, and her jeans. They were tight, and it took him a few pulls to get them off completely.
Danielle chuckled as she saw him struggling with her clothes and decided to hurry the business. She unzipped his jeans as he threw hers aside, and lowered them slowly, taking in his size. She wetted her lips and smiled evilly. It was going to be fun.
-Laid down- she ordered, pushing him down. Dean looked at her surprised but obeyed. The bed was a mess, but she didn't care. She got his jeans off, and then his boxers. She smirked as she saw how ready he was. He was perfect. Physically perfect at least. Teasingly slowly, she lowered herself between his legs and took him in her mouth. She heard him curse, and felt his fingers entwined in her hair. She began running her tongue from the tip to the bottom of his cock and a groan came from deep in his chest. She set a pace; taking him all inside, all she could anyway, and she helped herself with her hands.
In a matter of minutes he was coming down her throat, filling her. It surprised her, but he tasted really good. She licked him, cleaning everything and smiled up at him. He couldn't control it. He pulled her close, since he still had his fingers in her hair, and kissed her hard. She moved to straddle him, but he shook his head and laid her down again. It was only fair to return the favor, he thought.
Danielle laid in the bed, only her panties on, and looked at Dean, who was caressing her skin warmly. She arched her back as he took her underwear off, and lifted one of her legs in the air, kissing from her ankle, along her thighs, until he reached her hot wet center. She moaned in anticipation, and almost jumped when she actually felt his tongue in her. He teased her clit, kissing it first, then biting softly, making her cry out in pleasure. He added a finger, and slowly thrust it into her. Danielle moaned, and gripped the covers tightly.
Dean continued his sweet torture, thrusting his finger in and out of her fast, and pressing his thumb against her clit. He stared down at her as she climaxed, moaning his name and a few curses. Her eyes were half closed, but he could see them, shining a brighter blue, clouded with lust and desire. And he was proud of himself. Because, she was, by far the most beautiful woman he ever met, and he was happy to make her feel good.
-Come here- Danielle whispered, pulling him to her. She kissed him, her blood seemed to be burning inside her, every time he touched her, she felt like she could combust in flames from desire. He was, in her opinion, a sex god. The best she had so far surely.
Danielle slowly moved over to the nightstand, still kissing him, and got out a condom. She slid it over his length and he shivered at the feeling of her hand on him. Finally, she was going to get what she wanted. She'd be lying if she said she hadn't thought about Dean in that whole month. In fact, she usually woke up frustrated at her sex life, because he wasn't in it, and her dreams were kinda heavy to handle herself. Besides, it didn't compare to how he made her feel.
Painfully slowly, Dean lowered himself to her entrance, and her breath caught in anticipation. He tried to hold himself up, enjoy the feeling of her walls embracing him, but, it didn't last long, she felt too good to wait. With a low moan, he thrust into her, burying himself deep inside her wetness. Danielle screamed a quick succession of curses and meaningless words while he continued driving her crazy.
Until she had enough of his teasing. She gripped his shoulders tightly, wrapped her legs around his, and flipped them over, getting control. Dean let out a strangled chuckle and grabbed her hips, guiding her movements. She settled her body in line with his, and lowered her hips to feel him again. A soft cry of pleasure left her lips as she felt him filling her completely. It was one of the best and most delicious sensations she ever experienced.
-Oh, God, fuck!- she moaned. She rocked her hips against him hard, earning a few moans back from him. His hands traveled up her stomach, to her breasts. And, he noticed something he had missed earlier, and couldn't believe it. Danielle had two cherries tattooed on her right breast. And, that little tattoo did things to him he couldn't have guessed.
Unable to hold himself back, he sat up, making Danielle yelped in surprise. He kissed her breasts, focusing on that tiny, sexy tattoo. He heard her giggled and wondered how had he missed it before? He mentally kicked himself for that, and then continued his previous actions. He wrapped his arms around Danielle and she kept rocking against him, harder now, desperate even. The friction between their bodies was taking her over the edge and, with a few more kisses and thrust, she climaxed again, throwing her head back, moaning Dean's name.
Feeling her come undone, Dean couldn't stop his own climax. He shivered, and bit down her neck to keep from falling over her. He was sure he would leave a mark, and he didn't care. She didn't care either. For some reason, having a mark that reminded her of her time with Dean, didn't bother her at all.
-That was…- Dean said, breathless
-Awesome- she completed and they fell on the mattress, making it bounce. He slowly slid out of her and they laid next to each other. Every other time, Dean would've said "thanks for everything, see ya around", but, Danielle seemed the kind of girl that took things easy, and, besides, he was tired as hell.
So, she put on her panties and bra and settled under the covers, warm and satisfied. Dean put on his underwear too, and followed after her, wrapping an arm around her as she slept. It felt nice, and, at the moment, it was perfect.
Again, Danielle shook her head, trying to go back to reality. She was leaving Kansas right then, and she was going to need to stop for gas. So, she drove into a little town and found a gas station and grocery store that would be very useful. When she got out of the car she noticed her legs were shaking. The memories hit her pretty bad. That was why she refused to remember. Memories was all she got, and, she'd be damned if she let them upset her.
Once upon a time, Danielle remembered as she filled her Camaro's tank, she was all about reliving her time with Dean. After her mother died, she thought about him all the time, she ached to go back to him, tell him what she never could before and face things together.
She sighed as she leaned against the hood of her car. Her break up with Dean, if you can call it that, was pretty weird, and traumatic. So weird and so traumatic, that she hadn't spoken to him ever since. She just left, drove off and left him behind, confused and pissed off she imagined. But, she didn't have a choice. And explain everything to Dean was not an option.
It was strange, how she couldn't even contemplate that back then, but five years later; she spilled the beans with his brother. Yes, she had told Sam everything, every stinking detail of her life, he knew. And he accepted her just the way she was, crazy, moody and bitchy. He seemed to understand her, and, that was nice, for a change. It wasn't the same as Dean, hell no, but it was nice and comfortable.
Sam Winchester. She sighed again as she thought about their first meeting. It had been eventful, and chaotic, but, luckily, she got what she wanted, and, a new friend.
It had been another of her sudden visions, the ones that came on their own, startling her and giving her a strong headache. She was sleeping peacefully on her bed in Anthony's loft, Tyson on the floor beside her, and, out of the blue, her dream turned into a nightmare. Only, it wasn't a nightmare, it was the future.
She saw the demon had made her life hell forever, being killed by a guy. Just a regular, tall, brown-haired guy. She vaguely remembered him from somewhere. She woke up panting, the image of the demon with its throat slashed branded in her mind. She felt a kind of high she wasn't used to feel. The high of revenge, and closure. For almost 10 years she had ran from that demon, their story rich and painful. And now, the vision made her edgy and hyperactive. She jumped from the bed, startling Tyson, and went to a corner of her room. She took some candles and some herbs to burn for the ritual to work and set them on the floor. Then she began preparing said ritual.
It was very simple, ad she used it all the time. She needed it to help her clear her visions. Without it, her clairvoyance would be a pandemonium of images and crossed futures. Her grandmother taught her the ritual, and, occasionally, she could reach the same goal without it, but it was much better using it.
The ritual helped her focus on one vision alone, and take the most of it. But for it to work she needed energy. Not much, but energy nonetheless. That day was raining loudly, and it was perfect. It seemed like a storm was coming, and she could use the wind better than the rain. Danielle was able to take energy from almost anything. Elements, animals, demons, people. Although she didn't like draining people, she wasn't a psychic vampire. She just needed energy to focus, that was it. And, that night, she had everything the ritual required.
The wind started blowing stronger as she began to chant the words in Latin over the burnt incense and vervain. She put the four amethysts on each corner of the square she was sitting in and immediately, she felt the change inside her .She felt more powerful, and strong. The wind ceased outside, only the weak rain falling could be heard. She focused on that vision, and took every detail she could get. The demon was definitely hers and the guy, was definitely someone she knew. Not knew in person, but through someone else. He was Dean Winchester's brother, Sam.
She kept searching until she saw what she wanted. Mountains and a river could be seen from the window of the room the demon and the man were in. Colorado, that was obvious, but where in Colorado? Danielle felt the energy finally leaving her and took her last shot. The mountains had something familiar to them, something that reminded her of her childhood.
"Everwood" she thought, snapping out of her trance. That was where the demon was going to be, and where the guy was going to follow. Sam. It was still strange for her to think about him as a hunter. She never met the guy, but, she knew from good source, he was a nice person and a very good hunter. She got up, put out the candles and got dressed. She had to leave soon if she wanted to make it to Colorado in a day.
Half an hour later, after leaving a note for Anthony and packing her things, she was in her Camaro, on her way to Everwood. It'd been like 15 years since she'd been there. She went with her parents, and, that was exactly why the demon chose that place. It used to be one of her favorites, until she lost her dad and her mom died.
Granted, the last had been a few years ago, while the thing with her father was much older, but, it still hurt like a bitch to remember how happy they were, how normal. Danielle shook her head as she drove, thoughts of revenge and payback running though her mind.
Danielle arrived in Everwood, an exact day after having the vision. She was exhausted and her body ached, but it was well worth it. She picked a room in the motel she saw in her vision and got ready. First, she showered, and then, she cleaned her guns and sharpened her knives. She was walking around her room in a towel and underwear. She guessed from the way the sun came through the window in her vision, that it would be around sunset, and, she still had a few hours to spare. She wouldn't sleep, because if she did, there was no way she'd wake up in time.
Danielle thought about the reason behind her vision. Usually, when that happened, it meant that there was a more powerful force involved, demons, an older clairvoyant like her grandmother, or, something. And, she felt uneasy when she considered the alternative. The demon had something to do, of that she was sure. But what? It'd been a vision of him getting killed; it didn't make any sense for him to put it in her head."And if I keep obsessing over it, I'll be here all day" she told herself.
Danielle got dressed in her usual hunting clothes, a comfortable jean, a pair of flip flops that allowed her to run like hell if she wanted, and she wore a white tank top, that let the tattoo in her back been seen. She put on a heavy black jacket, Colorado was usually cold, and that day, it seemed even colder, and she put her gun in her pocket, even if against a demon it'd be useless.
She grabbed a few small bottles with holy water, a few bags of salt, and wished for the best. She knew she was probably walking into a trap, now that she had time to think, she was pretty sure. But, one way or the other, there was no other option. She was already there, and she knew she had the right place too. Demonic omens had been all around the small town according to what she read in the online newspapers. Not that the news said demonic omens, but she knew what to look for, and she found it.
She went out to talk to the manager, and ask if he had seen a guy like Sam. Thankfully, he had. He said he was actually in the room next to hers, but she didn't want to trust his word. For now, she knew he was in town, and that was good. She didn't understand how he could kill a demon, and maybe it was a trick, but she was sure the only person who could answer it was Sam.
Around 5 o'clock she left her motel room and went to grab something to eat. She wasn't exactly hungry; she just wanted to see if Sam Winchester was in town. And if the demon was too. So, she stopped by a small diner and ordered some cherry pie. It was her favorite, and the one in that place, if she remembered correctly, was the best in the whole state. They didn't make them that way in California; you needed to search little towns to get them.
In the diner, after finishing her pie and coffee, she noticed the sun setting. She checked her clock. Almost 6 p.m. She paid, and went back to her motel room. She got a weird vibe as she walked in. By the time she figured what it meant, it was too late.
-Hello, baby girl- a familiar voice greeted her. The door slammed closed and Danielle froze. She looked at the scene in front of her. She gasped as she saw Sam Winchester tied to a chair, unconscious, and the demon standing close to him.
-Let him go- she said shakily- he has nothin' to do with it-
-True- the demon agreed with a southern drawl that made her stomach curl-but he's one annoyin' brat- he spat with hatred- I thought, why don't kill two birds with one stone and got you two together?- he walked to her side and ran a hand along Danielle's cheek, making her flinched away- Dani, baby girl, stop fightin'- the demon told her gently. But she couldn't ignore the rage deep inside her soul, the pain, the hatred, and the desire for revenge. That demon had made her life miserable for way too many years. That demon took away his father. And it was time he paid.
-Don't you fuckin' touch me- she hissed, reaching for the holy water. The demon shook his head in disapproval and she felt herself being lifted in the air and thrown against the wall. She got up stumbling and in pain, but she held her own.
-Tough, aren't we?- the demon mocked- I'm getting' tired of you, baby girl. Maybe I should just kill you-
-Do it- she dared- it'd be much better than keep hearin' you speak- she looked straight into his eyes and they went black suddenly.
-Be careful how you talk to me, baby girl- the demon threatened- I'm still your father-
-You're nothin' to me, you heard me? Nothin'. Just one annoyin', evil, motherfucker-
-Your momma taught to talk like that?- he asked, chuckling- how is she, by the way?- Danielle's face contorted in a painful grimace and he laughed- oh, right…. She's dead-
-You son of a bitch- she hissed and in one swift movement, splashed holy water to his face.
-Ugh!- The demon growled and backed away. Danielle took advantage of that and ran to Sam's side. She searched for the knife she saw him using in her vision, but found none.
-Damn it!- she murmured and turned around as she heard a low hiss. The demon gripped her hair, making her scream in pain, and dragged her to the other side of the room.
-This is what you're lookin' for?- he asked, holding up a knife- Like I said, he's one annoyin' brat. Killin' demons with this thing is wicked, and he keeps doin' it- he shook his head and continued- anyway, now I'm gonna enjoy cuttin' your pretty white throat-
-Not so fast- a male voice said in a very clichéd way. Danielle looked up and saw Sam standing behind her father. She couldn't believe it.
-Let her go, now- he told Steven
-Now, pretty boy, let's not be hasty…- Steven backed away from Danielle's side, and let go of her hair. For some reason, he seemed afraid of Sam. While he was focusing on him, Danielle took her shot and lunged at him, knocking the knife to the floor.
-You little bitch!- Steven hissed, kicking her off him- you never learn, do ya?- he got up and walked over to her. She was on the floor, her head was bleeding, but she didn't care. Steven kicked her ribs hard, making her clenched her teeth and curled over in pain. He kept kicking her, and she thought her ribs might be broken then.
She wondered what the hell Sam was doing. If wasn't like he had an obligation to help her, but it'd be nice. Almost like he heard her, he appeared behind her father again, now holding the knife in his hand. Steven's feet was going to collide with her flesh again, but he never made it. Without a word, Sam slashed Steven's throat open, and warm blood splashed her body and face, staining her clothes and hair.
Steven made a few strangled noises and fell backwards. Sam caught him and tossed him to the floor, far from Danielle.
-Are you okay?- he asked, his handsome face worried. She looked at him and smiled
-Yeah- she whispered, grabbing her sides in pain- I'll be alright-
-C'mon, let me help you- he wrapped an arm around her, but decided it was a bad idea after hearing her whimper in agony. He pulled her up by her hand, and helped her stand on her own.
-I'm gonna take you to a hospital- he told her seriously. Danielle was about to complain, but as she tried to take a deep breath, she felt something tearing inside. That wasn't good.
-Okay- she murmured, nodding. Sam put the knife in his jean and helped her go outside.
-Wait- she said, stopping- what about…?- she threw a glance her room's way and Sam followed her gaze
-I'll take care of it later- he replied- now you really need a hospital-
-Okay- she agreed. Slowly and gently, he walked her to a very familiar looking car. The Impala. Dean's Impala. She gasped as tears began falling down her cheeks, remembering. It was hard for her to breath, and it was harder thinking about Dean. He was dead, in hell, and there was nothing she could do to help him.
Ignoring her outburst, Danielle got inside the Impala, and memories attacked her. What Dean and her had done in the back seat, the times she helped him wash the car, or work on it. The cassettes he used to listen all the time. Her chest ached as Sam drove her to the ER. She hadn't thought about that when she ran to Everwood. She knew Dean was dead, she had seen it happening. It was one of the most painful things she ever saw, and, she still hurt for that. She felt like a tiny part of her went with him. Because even if she left him, she loved him. Yes, it was hard to accept, but there was nothing to lose now, so, she chose to face her feelings, for once.
-Hey, are you okay?- Sam asked her again, making her jump and then hiss in pain
-Yeah- she answered
-What's your name?-
-Danielle- she replied
-Hi, Danielle, I'm Sam- he said, parking the car outside the hospital- you think you can walk?- Danielle thought about it for a second. She felt like a train had run over her, and if she tried to walk, she'd probably fall.
-I don't think so- she hated to show weakness, but there was no time to play brave
-Okay, I'll carry you- he told her and got out of the car. He opened her door and lifted her like she weighted nothing. He kicked the door closed and walked to the ER in a hurry. Danielle could barely stay awake. She had forgotten about her head wound, and now it seemed to be bleeding out.
-Hey, Danielle, wake up- she heard- Danielle, wake up!- she recognized Sam's voice, but couldn't see his face. She felt a great darkness overwhelm her, and she gladly gave up. At least in the darkness there was no pain.
Danielle sighed as she got inside her Camaro to continue her trip. Sam Winchester had saved her life. He took her to a hospital, stayed with her as she recovered, and then, he didn't ask any questions. It'd been her who willingly told him everything. Well, not everything, but most of it. The night she spent in that hospital room was one of her worst, and when she woke up, she saw Sam sitting beside her, napping uncomfortably in the hospital chair, that was way too small for a guy his size.
She smiled at the memory. That was the ultimate gesture of caring. Sam was a caring and nice man by nature. He had stayed with her, even when she was a total stranger. And Danielle thought he deserved the truth, even if he didn't ask for it. So, she told him the truth. Danielle remembered his face, totally calmed as he listened. She told him about the demon, then about her visions, explaining how she had gotten there. She also mentioned Dean, and her heart broke at the look on Sam's face, one of extreme pain and lost.
And that was it. After that episode, they kept in touch, eventually hunting together. Until one day Sam called her, asking for her help. She went to him, and found out a scary fact. He confessed to her what he'd been doing since Dean died. He was working with a demon. So much like she did, he admitted his faults and told her his story. He told her about her mother, about John, about Dean's deal. She knew it must've been hard for him, but after that they become real friends.
Danielle knew all about Sam. They spent almost a month together on the road. She knew about the demon blood, she knew about Jessica, she knew everything. And, it felt good to have someone she could trust completely, and in return, he trusted her back. It was, in some many ways, her best friend. Neither of them could explain well the connection they shared. It wasn't sexual, no way. She never could sleep with Dean's brother. It was something deep inside them both that brought them together. They were both damaged, and had unique abilities.
Things got weird after Dean came back. Danielle had told Sam about her reason to leave, even if she never spoke about that to anyone else. She guessed he couldn't do anything with that information. And when she saw Dean coming back, she freaked. She called Sam, called Bobby, warned them, but it'd been too late. Dean was already back on Earth.
So, she had called Sam and told him to shut his mouth. She didn't ask him to lie to his brother, just, not to tell everything he knew about her. And Sam, like the gentleman he was, never did. He loved her. She reminded him of Jessica sometimes, and he was aware he didn't have a chance in hell to be with her. As much as he didn't like it, he knew Danielle cared about his brother, and she couldn't just get over it.
And Sam cared about her enough to try and not be petty. The entire last year, he called her, sometimes saw her, and followed her work as a model, like he always did. He made sure the magazines were well hidden; he didn't want to risk Dean finding them. And when Bobby got hurt, he knew he needed to ask for her help. He also knew Dean wasn't gonna like it, but there was no choice. Besides, he was already on Dean's black list, the least he could do is help Bobby. And, Danielle was the only person who wouldn't judge him for what he did.
The guilt was a heavy burden on his shoulders, but he'd feel better with Danielle there. So he called.
-Sam? What's wrong? Are you okay?- she asked over the phone. She was driving past Missouri right then, and she put on her phone's speaker
-Hi, Dani- he said, smiling a little- listen, I need your help-
-I figured- she replied- what happened on Ilchester? It's all around the news- the explosion that destroyed an old church in Ilchester was all around the news, along with other things like tornados and hurricanes.
-Long story- he said- but I need you in Baltimore-
-Why?-
-Bobby's hurt-
-How? Is he okay? Is he gonna be okay, I mean-
-I don't know- he told her honestly- but I really need you here, Dani-
-I will be- she promised- I'm on my way there. I'm leavin' Missouri right now-
-Okay, great- he sighed in relief and then groaned as he thought about Dean- you probably already know this, but, I'm not alone-
-I know- she said- Your brother's there. Don't worry; I'll handle it- She was too worried about Bobby to even care about seeing Dean again after 6 years.
-Okay, we have to leave now, but he's in Saint Martin's hospital-
-Alright, good- she nodded even if he couldn't see her- I'll be there in a few hours-
-Thank you Dani, really-
-Any time, lil' guy- she replied joking. It was a stupid nickname, because, Sam was anything but small or little. But, she got away with calling him that. He even began to like it after a while.
Danielle hung up and threw her phone on the passenger seat. Bobby Singer, her godfather and the man who taught her almost everything she knew, was hurt. And in a hospital, nonetheless. She didn't like that one bit, and she hit the gas, pushing her Camaro faster to get to Baltimore in time.
She thought about Ilchester and the news. Her radio was on, and all over the world things were pretty ugly. That was how the Apocalypse looked like then, she thought. Natural disasters, weird explosions. And for what Sam told her, she guessed they had been there, in Ilchester when the devil walked free.
And, even if she hated to admit it, Sam had probably something to do with it. She didn't see the reasons behind it, or how it got triggered, she only saw Lucifer escaping from his cage. And, it was pretty bad on itself that she could focus on that. She remembered her mother's words. She couldn't stop Lucifer, but she had to stop the Apocalypse from unleashing on Earth.
"You will be needed" her mother had told her. And she was right. She had to take care of her godfather, and help the boys out. But how? How could she do it? She had to face the end of the world, and her own traumas. She had to deal with Dean, with Bobby's situation, and, right then, it all seemed a little too much for her. But she didn't have a choice.
Eight hours later, Danielle parked her Camaro outside Saint Martin's hospital. She took her bag, left her gun in her car, since she was walking into a freaking hospital, and got in. She asked for Bobby's room, using the alias Sam had texted her, and she claimed to be her daughter. Not far from reality, she wished it was true.
Danielle looked like hell. Her blond hair was tied up in a pony tail, her expression was tired, and worried, and her clothes were wrinkled because of the long ride. But as she walked inside Bobby's room, she put on a big smile on her lips, and took in Bobby's condition. She didn't know much, she was going to wait for the guys to return to ask, but he didn't look good.
-Hey, there, old man- she greeted, holding two cups of coffee in her hands. She handed him one and kept the other.
-Dani- he smiled widely at her- what you're doin' here, girl?- he asked as he took the coffee
-Checkin' in my old man- she answered, dropping her bag on the floor and taking a seat on the bed next to him- how you're doin'?-
-I'm fine, considerin'- he replied
-What happened Bobby?- Danielle inquired, taking a sip of her coffee. She needed it, she'd been asleep for almost 48 hours straight.
-Long story short? A demon possessed me-
-How?- She was shocked to hear that. Bobby was one of the best, if not the best hunter out there
-It was one hell of a demon, nasty, evil one, worse than usual-
-Why did it go after you?-
-Long story short? – he repeated- The devil's out, and the boys are stuck in the middle of this thing, between angels and demons they can't catch a break-
-Angels?-
-Long story- he murmured- yes, they're real, ask Dean if you don't believe me-
-I believe you- she nodded- but, what's goin' on? I don't understand-
-Me neither, most of it is bullshit, but you're gonna have to ask the boys-
-I will- she said- they should be back soon, right?- she checked her watch, it was little past eleven p.m.
-Yeah, they should. Why don't you go wait for them?-
-I'm sure Sam will call- she said, confused
-Okay- he agreed easily. She knew he was tired, and didn't want to bother him, but she wasn't going anywhere either. Maybe half an hour had passed when her cell phone rang. Bobby raised his eyebrows at her choice of ringtone but said nothing. ACDC's "Highway to hell" rang and Danielle smiled. It was a text from Sam.
-I better step outside, Bobby, hell is comin'-
-The boys?- he asked and she nodded- Good luck- he said, knowing Danielle's and Dean's story.
Danielle walked outside the hospital, avoiding a scene that was due to come when the guys arrived. According to Sam's text, they would be there in five minutes. And, said and done, she saw the Impala drifting along the wet street, Dean behind the wheel and Sam with a worried, guilty, but somehow content expression on his face.
Danielle leaned against the hood of her Camaro, getting wet with the rain and cold, since she forgot her jacket in Bobby's room. As soon as the engine stopped running, Sam jumped from the car and almost ran to her, giving her a tight hug that made her sigh in relief. At least he was fine.
-Hey, Sammy- she greeted, pulling away. Dean was just getting out of the car, trying to avoid their exchange of friendship. He didn't know why, didn't care to either, but for some reason, seeing Sam with Danielle bothered him. It was stupid, of course. He knew she didn't want him, didn't want anything to do with him, even if Sam said that wasn't the case.
But damn, she was still as beautiful as ever. Even when she was wet, paler than usual, and tired she was gorgeous. She still had that killing body of 5'10'', her platinum blond hair hanging off her pony tail, revealing her right ear covered in tiny brilliant earrings. The shirt she was wearing allowed him to see her cherry tattoo on her breast, making him groaned in frustration. It pissed him off that she still had that hold on him. That thing that made him go wild and crazy within the second of seeing her.
-Hi, Dani- Sam murmured, smiling at her. He couldn't deny it, he was happy to see her. Even after the hell he'd been through, he was glad to have her by his side. He saw her shivering and wrapped one arm around her shoulders, trying to keep her warm. Danielle smiled at him and looked at Dean as he made his way to them.
-The Camaro looks as good as ever- he commented, not really knowing what to say
-Hello to you too Dean- she replied, grimacing. She knew it was going to be hard, but chances were, he was going to act like a total jack ass.
-How you've been all these years, Danielle? Hunt tons of monsters? Banged lots of models?- he smirked as she narrowed her eyes.
-Dean…- Sam warned. He had told him to behave, but he knew that probably wasn't gonna work.
-I don't bang models, baby, just pretty hunters- she replied, running a hand over Sam's arm. For a second, she had the satisfaction of seeing his eyes glitter with annoyance and thought it felt great.
-Dean, why don't you go check on Bobby while we catch up?- Sam suggested. Dean glared at him, but stormed inside the hospital, shaking his head. Sam sighed as he watched his brother left.
-Sorry about that- he apologized- tough days-
-Yeah, I bet- she snuggled closer to him for warmth and turned to face him-What happened Sam? The truth-
-The truth?- he asked- I screwed up- he admitted- I fucked up big time, and I don't really have an excuse-
-Why? What you'd do?-
-I freed Lucifer- he said simply. Danielle nodded
-I figured-
-You figured?-
-I had a vision, I could've sworn I saw you two at the place the devil got free- she grimaced- we'll have hell of a work sendin' him back in-
Sam grinned, shaking his head a little. It was still his Dani after all. The girl that took everything lightly, joked and laughed at the most fucked up things. He was really glad he had her. He needed her, and was going to for the next few months, weeks, years, he didn't know.
-Thanks for sayin' that- he told her honestly- I've missed you-
-Missed ya too, lil' guy- she smirked again and punched his arm playfully- and, bein' honest, I thought your brother was goin' to give me hell-
-I think he will- Sam said sighing- but now we need to take care of Bobby-
-Wait, wait, wait- she said in quick succession- first, I want the whole story, since last time I spoke to you- Sam sighed and threw a glance towards her car
-Maybe in someplace warmer- he suggested. Danielle smiled and took the keys from her jeans pocket. She opened the door and jumped in, turning the heating on immediately. Sam followed and she turned on her seat to see him
-Spill, Sammy- she told him. And so they spent an entire hour talking. He told her everything that had happened since they found their lost brother Adam. That'd been the last time Danielle and Sam spoke. As she listened to Sam's story, she flinched at Dean's and Bobby's way to help him. She imagined how hard it must've been, and how betrayed and hurt he'd felt. And of course, what came after that made kinda sense.
He chose the demon over his brother, because he honestly thought he could stop Lilith. Of course, sometimes the path to hell is paved with the best intention. She shook her head at that thought. Sam was still Sam, her friend, and he needed her right then.
She was going to have to help him, them maybe, to solve their issues. She wasn't a shrink, but she thought that everything that happened was because of their problems. One was Dean being always dependant on his brother, even though that was a little harsh. Two was Sam being a complete brat about the whole thing. He was different, and he bitched about it. And she'd be damned if she didn't tell him exactly that. Sometimes being different was kinda cool, and he just have to accept it.
After they caught up to the present situation, they went back to Bobby's room. Dean was standing by the window, looking kinda shaken by something. They walked together, and he glared at them, his teeth clenched.
It was hard for him, seeing Danielle after all those years. And it pissed him off the fact that she and Sam were the best of friends now. How did all that happen? She was the best damn woman he'd ever seen. Back then he thought they could get something good out of it, but, then she left, and his father went missing, and, well, everything went straight to hell, him following shortly.
Maybe that was the problem. It made sense, sort of, for Sam to meet Danielle and become close. They were two of the three people he trusted more in the world. Well, Danielle used to be, but after she left, he didn't trust any woman again. It was stupid, and clichéd, but it was true. Someplace inside him, he knew he just wanted her. He could only have her, because after what they had, no girl could compare to Danielle.
And now he had to deal with Danielle making smart ass comments at him, and Sam looking sad with puppy eyes. Hell, if someone asked him, he'd said he had it coming. His brother betrayal hurt like a bitch, and he just, couldn't find a soft spot in himself to forgive him. This was no small issue, no kid problem. This was the Apocalypse they were talking about, Lucifer, the devil, walking around Earth. And freaking angels and demons making the planet their battle field.
-So… any news?- Danielle asked, looking at Bobby and avoiding Dean. It was hard for her to be near him. Because that feeling she had once upon a time was still there, now more alive than ever. He still made her stomach tighten, and her mouth water. She shook her head at that. It was impossible for her to be a total romantic chick, it just wasn't how she was made.
-Nop, we're waitin' for the doctor to come with a diagnosis- Bobby answered. Danielle sighed and sat on the bed beside him, patting his belly in a kind gesture
-You'll be fine, old man- she said smiling- you always are-
-And if you don't we'll have Cass fixin' you up- Dean added. She looked at him confused
-The angel? He can fix him?- She inquired. Dean stared at her like she was retarded
-Of course, what you think an angel can do? Fly around the city answerin' prayers?- he retorted sarcastically. Danielle glared at him but otherwise ignored him.
-Screw you- she muttered under her breath and turned to Bobby- it's almost 1 a.m. he said when he was comin'?- she questioned, referring to the doctor, obviously
-Not exactly, just that he'd wait for my daughter to be in the room- Bobby grinned at her- good job with that, Dani- he complimented and she smiled back
-Yeah, well, I learnt from the best- she replied. Sam went to stand next to his brother, and pretended everything was just fine. But the tension between them was palpable, and she groaned lowly at the thought of being stuck in the middle of their cat fight. Because she knew Dean and she knew Sam, and there was going to be a cat fight, soon.
She chatted with Bobby some more, catching up with her current work and stuffs, until the doctor finally made his way to the freaking room.
-'Bout time- Danielle murmured, getting up from the bed. The doctor was young and he didn't look very experienced, of course. She looked at him funny from the beginning, ready to pound if he fucked up. They listened to the doctor carefully, and Sam held Danielle's hand as he said those final words
- Unlikely to walk again?- Bobby yelled at the young doctor- Well, he's a schmuck brat son of a bitch! – he said, looking at Danielle and Sam, then back at the doctor-Wait till I get out of this bed. I'll use my ruined leg to kick your freakin' ass!- he shouted and the doctor ran away- Yeah, you better run!- he added.
Danielle let go of Sam's hand and walked over to Bobby's side.
-Can you believe that idiot?- he asked her in disbelief. She wanted to answer, but she couldn't find her voice
- Screw him, you'll be fine- Dean said, looking positive. She felt tears building in her eyes. She knew Dean better than anyone, or she used to anyway, and that right there, was a lie. He was trying to make Bobby feel better, and he might've succeeded, but Danielle knew better, and if that angel they all seemed to trust so much didn't do anything, then she didn't want to think what could happen next.
-So… let me ask the million dollar question- Sam began- what do we do now?-
Danielle sighed, and Bobby shrugged
-Well, save as much people as we can, for as long as we can- he answered and then shook his head- this is bad- he said-whoever win, we're screwed-
-What if we win?- Dean inquired, confusing them all. He looked at Bobby with that cocky, reckless gaze and she wanted to kick his ass for even think that. Dean noticed their skeptical stares and continued- I'm serious. Screw angels and demons, and their damn Apocalypse. If they want to fight their war, they can find another planet. This is ours and I say get the hell out. We'll nail everyone, the devil, and even Michael, but we'll do it on ourselves-
As he spoke, Dean walked closer to Bobby, and now he was looking at him sarcastically
-And are we supposed to do that, genius?- he questioned
-I have no idea- he replied-But I do have guns, and a hell of an attitude, so, I'll figure somethin' out-
Bobby looked at her, and she looked at Sam, who shrugged and smiled a little at his brother's optimism. That was fake, of course. Again, she knew Dean, he wasn't fooling her. Bobby raised his eyebrows in amusement and told him
-You're ten times of crazy- She couldn't help but smile at that as Dean answered
-I've been told- he sighed lightly and patted Bobby's shoulder- you just get better, and we'll be here tomorrow morning-
Dean walked out and Sam began to followed when Bobby stopped him
-Sam- he called and Sam turned away- I was awake- he said and she understood immediately. The possession- and I know what I said. I just want you to know that it was the demon talkin'- he looked at him serious and Sam nodded, grateful. Danielle was glad Bobby lifted that weight of his back, he had enough at it was-I could never give up on you, son, never- She smiled, touched at Sam and he sighed loudly, in relief it seemed
-Thank you Bobby- he told him
-You're welcome- Bobby replied- I deserve a freakin' medal for it, but, you're welcome- Danielle chuckled once and shook her head fondly. Sam kissed her hair and then looked at her seriously
-You're stayin' here?- he asked and she nodded
-Yeah, I'll keep the old man company- she said and punched Bobby's arm lightly, making him smile.
-Okay, we'll see you tomorrow, or, later today, I guess-
-Yeah, I'll be fine, go get some sleep- He nodded and they left.
-I'm gonna crush on your hospital chair, Bobby, hope you don't mind- Danielle told him grinning
-Make yourself at home- he replied- sure you don't wanna go with them?-
-I'm positive- she said quickly. The nightmare of sharing a room with Dean was enough to keep her from leaving the hospital
-Dean- Bobby stated, nodding sympathetically
-Yeah…- she admitted- better give him some time to chill out-
-Might be a good idea- he agreed- Okay, girl, I'm out. Wake me up if somethin's up-
-Will do, rest, Bobby- she kissed his head and settled on the chair next to him. She closed her eyes, feeling the tiredness from the last few days hit her hard. And the thought of the next days didn't help either.
Outside the hospital, Sam and Dean were walking towards the Impala.
-You know, Dean? I've been thinkin'- Sam began- maybe we can get the Colt back- he suggested. Dean looked at him confused
-What for? What good could it make?- he questioned, dropping his brave and non caring façade
-To use it against Lucifer- Sam replied, in an obvious tone-You said…-
-What I've said was a bunch of crap- Dean snapped- for Bobby to feel better- and he'd never admit it, but to make Danielle feel a little bit better too. He scoffed as they reached the Impala and stopped
- Look, I will fight. I will fight till the end of it. But, let's face it, we have no snowball chance in hell to win and you know it- Sam sighed heavily and right then he wished Danielle was with him instead of his brother. Because Danielle had already forgiven him for what he did, and he had the feeling that Dean wasn't going to, ever.
-You know it better than anyone- Dean added as he began walking away from him. That, right there, was a clear proof of the fact that he was never going to forgive him. He sighed again, and turned around to see his brother
-Dean…- he called- Is there somethin' you want to tell me?- he knew what he was getting himself into. A round of reproaches and guilty trips. When he saw the look on Dean's eyes, he actually wished he had kept his mouth shut. Never before, never, had his brother looked at him that way. With so much pain and betrayal.
-I tried- he said- I tried Sammy, I really did. But I can't keep pretendin' everythin' is fine. Because it isn't, and it won't be ever again- he took a deep breath before continuing- you chose a demon over your own brother and look what happened- those were heavy words, but he felt much better after saying them
-Dean, I'd give anythin'…- Sam began- to take it back-
-I'm sure you would- Dean told him, sadly. The expression on his face, like he was just tired of everything, and just wanted to give up- And I know you're sorry, really, I know. But, you were the person I trusted the most- he said, tears shining in his eyes, as well as in Sam's-And you let me down. You let me down and I can't…- he stopped, trying to regain control over his emotions- It's gonna be hard for me to forget and forgive this whole thing-
-What can I do?- Sam asked, not knowing what else was there to say. Dean scoffed bitterly and looked at his brother
-Honestly?- he retorted- nothin'- Sam lowered his head in shame, but not in surrender. He was going to fight, even if he was on his own- I honestly doubt things could go back to how they were- Dean continued- I don't think I can trust you anymore- At that, Sam looked up, shocked. Dean shook his head, walking away from him.
And, he stood there, just, standing in the middle of the hospital parking lot. A part of him wanted to go to Danielle, enjoy her support and comfort and forget how fucked up things were. And another part of him was telling him to face it. To go with his brother and let Danielle alone. He put her through enough already. Her and his brother. And, only God knew how it could end.