Dean and Sam were driving down a country road in northern Indiana when Dean's cell phone began to ring. It took him a moment to find it and when he did he opened it quickly:
"Yeah, Dean here." His voice was cocky and assured, as always. "Whoa, whoa! Calm down, what happened." There was a long period of time in which Dean did not talk, his eyes were glued to the road and had taken a glazed and slightly worried look to them. "Okay, just stay in the house, I'll be there in a couple hours. Let no one in!" He said sternly as he hung up the phone.
"Who was--" Sam started to ask but he got cut off as Dean slammed on the breaks and turned the car around, hitting the accelerator so hard that the tires spun and made deep scorch marks on the road as they took off in the opposite direction. "Damn Dean! Who was that?" Sam asked.
"Old friend, she's in trouble, she said its our kind of trouble." Dean replied in clipped tones.
"She?" Sam said suspiciously with a smile dancing on his lips. "So there's more than one person you told about us."
"No man."
"What do you mean? How could she know about us if you didn't tell her?" Sam asked thoroughly confused.
"She tracked me down and told me what I was, what I did for a living. Her name's Celeste, and she wouldn't call if it wasn't an emergency, because, believe me we didn't part on the best of terms." Dean said, all the while keeping his eyes glued to the road, accelerating a bit more.
"Wow. Wait a minute, the Celeste, the one you couldn't get over for months? Would this also be the one that lives in Florida?"
"That's the one." Dean said. "And the way she sounded, I'm worried. She said she was sitting with her shotgun by the front door. Let us just pray that no one tries to surprise her or someone she doesn't know knocks on that door." Dean said, he felt Sam's eyes on him so he looked over seeing Sam staring at him. After turning his eyes back to the road he noticed Sam didn't stop, finally, annoyed, he turned to him and asked, "What?"
"You dated a girl who owns a shot gun?"
"We met on the range, Dad and I were on a job and I went out shooting. Hell of a shot she is, she nailed the target from 350 yards with a pistol." Dean said and smiled to himself.
"Mmm-hmm. How long until we get there?"
"Should only take us a few hours, that is if I break every speed limit between here and there."
"Which you usually do anyway." Sam said, at which he and Dean laughed.
Dean walked up to the door of a high-scale Victorian house in Orlando. He began to knock on the door and when she didn't answer he started to pound, night was setting, and if something was gonna go down, then this would be the time.
"Celeste Open Up!" Dean yelled as he pounded harder.
"Um, Dean, if she's as volatile as you say she is, won't this just make things worse?"
"Good point."
"Come on Celeste." Dean said and was slightly surprised when the door swung open in a flash. Sam and he walked in and closed the door, then he came face to face with the barrel of her shotgun. "Celeste, get the gun out of my face."
"How do I know that your really Dean, not that shadowed figure taking on his guise in order to lure me into another trap." Her voice shook as she spoke, but she spoke with authority and her finger was tight on the trigger, one little minute squeeze and Dean would be gone.
"She's smart." Sam whispered.
"You have no idea." Dean whispered back as he began to move towards her slowly. "Cee Cee come on." He said placatingly.
"That's far enough!" She said aiming the shotgun, Dean stopped instantly. "Okay, so you know his nickname for me, but how do I know that's really you. Something only Dean would know. What's my favorite movie?"
"Singing in the Rain." Dean said without skipping a beat.
"Favorite musical number." She said, she wasn't going to stop until she was sure it was him.
"The one where they dance in the warehouse and he tell her that he loves her, but 'make 'em laugh' come a close second because of how many things Cosmo ends up running into."
"What color do my eyes change to?" She asks, her grip starting to loosen on the gun and her eyes became glassy.
"Green, like the sea after a storm. C." Dean said softly as she dropped the gun and collapsed onto the sofa. "That's better." Dean said as he sat down by her, Sam took a seat on the chair opposite the sofa.
"I'm-I'm sorry Dean, I wasn't sure that it was you." Celeste cried.
"Shh..." Dean whispered. "Its okay, it was smart, you couldn't be sure it was me otherwise."
"Celeste, what did you see?" Sam asked softly, giving that baby look that got the truth out of so many others.
"My-my ex boyfriend was over here. I told him not to come but he did anyway, I broke it off with him last week and he can't seem to accept the change. Anyway, he was over here, pleading with me and all of the sudden he changed."
"Changed? How do you mean?" Dean asked, his hand rubbing gentle circles on her back to try and calm her.
"All of the sudden, a shadow passed over him, and he was different. Cruel. He threw me down on this sofa and—he tried to--" She broke off, inhaling slowly, a couple of tears slipping down her cheeks. "Anyway, I had the gun by the sofa, for burglars and the like. Well I grabbed it and just shot, I wasn't sure until I had rolled on the floor and away what I hit." She grimaced.
"What'd you hit?" Sam asked curious at the grimace on her face.
"I'm afraid I castrated him." She said and laughed at Dean's smile. "What?"
"You always went for the nuts didn't you?" Dean said and laughed again, at a joke only the two of them could understand. "So what happened next?"
"Nothing, he dissapeared, literally dissapeared, you wouldn't have known he was here." She said as she took a deep breath.
"Alright, well we'll look into it, we'll call you in the morning." Dean said as all three of them walked to the front door.
"What if it comes back."
"Just call me. We'll be here in a heartbeat." Dean said and kissed her gently on the lips.
"Alright." She said, voice barely more than a breath.
Dean and Sam walked out the door and over to their car. Sam was just smirking at Dean, to which he promptly replied:
"Shut up." To Sam's laughter.
Well there's number one, its my first fic so be gentle, I'll get the second part up soon. And sorry for this being so short, I wanted chapter two to start with the morning after. And don't worry, I'll explain a bit more on the back story of Celeste and Dean in the next chapter.
