Dean opened his eyes to the bright sunlight that streamed through the partially drawn curtain of his and Sam's motel room in east Minnesota. A few blinks and he was wide awake as was the norm for him. A little bit of firm pressure on the pillow under his head revealed the comforting, metal bulge of his gun. Still where he'd put it the night before, as always. A quick glance to the alarm clock showed almost 9:00 am in bright, digital numbers.
He turned his head and saw his brother still fast alseep on his side of the room. He contemplated waking Sam up so they could hit the road like thay'd planned to this morning, but unpon thinking about it for anoter second he decided to let Sam sleep a little longer.
The kid had been through a lot in the last few days. Being taken prisioner by an insane family of hunting enthusiests who had the intent of making him the next thing they were going to hunt would warrent anyone an extra hour of sleep, Dean figured. Besides, even though they were getting out of Minnesota today, it wasn't like they had a destination to head for.
They'd spent the last 3 days since freeing Sam and helping to bring down the lunatics in the motel watching the story develop on the news. They drank beer and half heartedly looked for the next stop on the road that was their lives. This little reprieve was sort of an unspoken of break that they both knew was desperately needed.
But now Dean was anxious to get back into the groove of things and find something nasty to hunt. Preferrably not human this time. This whole expirience had been so far out of his scope that he was more disturbed then he ever though he would have been by it.
He rose out of bed and did a half stretch before his phone rang on the night stand. He picked it up and flipped it open before it could ring again and disturb Sam, who was already fidgeting in his sleep from the sound. He hushedly said "hello" while hasting to the bathroom and closing the door.
"Dean?" A female voice said into his ear.
Rachel. He hadn't had time to look at the caller ID before taking the call, but he knew her voice and he found himself happy to hear it.
"Yeah, it's me Rach." He said.
"I'm sorry to call so early. Did I wake you?" She asked.
"Are you kidding? I just got back from my 3 mile morning run." He said without missing a beat.
She laughed and so did he. He felt very at ease with her. It was typical for their conversations to be breezy and light, but he had a feeling that she wasn't calling for one of their usual phone conversations.
Over the months since they's met by coincidence on a job, they'd become friends, parters on a few more hunts, and he hoped soon they would be more then that. He knew she had issues that he had respect at the moment, but that didn't mean that he didn't want her so bad he didn't ache.
They'd been in the habbit of speaking to eachother on the phone late at night at least once a week. Mostly when Sam was out cold. Sometimes they made excuses to call eachother. Other times they just called and with a funny story and it went from there.
A few times it had gotten heavy and veered on the fence of phone sex. It was those nights that she hung up quicker then usual. Always holding back. Not wanting or ready to go there with him, even on the phone. So she would hang up on him and leave him with a raging hard-on that he had to go into the bathroom to take care of. Frustrated to no end.
So that being the norm for them, he had a feeling that this wasn't the usual call.
"What's up?"
"Stiff dicks and airplanes, but I've got bigger problems that I'm hoping you and Sam can help me with." She said.
"Well, I'm always the one to help out when stiff dicks aren't the issue." He said. "What's going on?"
"Well, are you guys working on anything right now?" She asked.
He had hoped that this was why she was calling. A job she needed help with? He needed the job and he would love to see her again. Her beautiful face surfaced in his minds eye. Her waist lenghth black hair, bright green eyes, creamy, dusky skin, slender figure with large breasts that could make any pair of jeans and t-shirts look as good as anything from a Victoria Secret catalog. But at the moment he was thinking of her smile. Warm and inviting, sincere and genuine. Sheesh, he needed to get control of himself.
"We're inbetween at the moment actually." He answered.
"Are you very far from Chicago?" She asked.
"We're east of Minnesota, We could hit Chicago by tonight if we left soon, I suppose." He said.
"Ok, well if you want to I could use a hand out here."
She told him about how she'd stumbled across an obit about a girl in her 20's named Merideth that had been killed inside her apartment. Her locked and sealed apartment with no prints left at the scene.
When Dean asked what had raised the flag for Rachel instead of just righting it off as a really meticulously planned murder, she answered that she almost had. But her gut had made her go to the apartment and just do a quick EMF sweep to put it to rest.
But she detected EMF as well as sulfur. And finding that sealed the deal. Nothing ordinary, or meticulously planned about this murder. It was a spirit they were dealing with.
"And you need us why?" He asked.
"Because I can't stay and deal with this. I'm on a job and was just following my nasty through here when I lost the trial. That's when I noticed the obit, I'm close to picking up the trail again and gotta jet once I do." She answered.
His heart sank a bit. She was just calling him in to handle something she had her hands to full to take care of herself. This wasn't a job they could work together. There was a chance that they weren't even going to see eachother at all on this one.
"Ok, we're on it." Dean said. "Where're we headed?"
She told him where to find her and the job he'd just taken on.
"Ok, Sally. I'll call you when we're close." He said, using his nick name for her. She drove a beautiful, '65 white mustang. So it was only fitting that he called her "Mustang Sally."
"Thanks Dean. I wouldn't feel right leaving if I had to." She said.
They said their goodbyes and Dean hung the phone up.
Yeah. Sam had slept enough. Time to hit the road. They had a job (and Rachel) to head toward now.