So, I edited chapter one and here it is! And now new and Improved :P. Thanks for the follows/ Favourites and reviews. I really appreciate them and would like any CONSTRUCTIVE critisism. (Rude ppl...no... just no. .) I love you if you read this soooo thanks!
Chapter One
The sun burned the girl's eyes when she opened the dark velvet curtains that hung over the dingy motel room window.
"Rise and shine..." she sighed to herself and stretched her body.
The night before had been long and her body ached from bruises which covered her back and lower abdomen. She paced over to the small bathroom and lifted up her shirt. In the low yellowish light she saw her wound had nearly healed overnight, and in its place a long thin scar stared back at her in the mirror.
"Well that's not very appealing... well, no big deal." she shrugged and brushed her long crimson wavy hair before she walked out of the bathroom.
She changed into bleached skinny jeans with tears along the legs, a gray, black and white plaid shirt which she tied so it tightened over her hips leaving a small area of skin between her shirt and jeans. After lacing up her black suede combat boots, she stuffed the rest of her clothes in her custom leather "Jas MB" backpack and threw on her favourite black Jacket.
The sun had slowly been over taken by darkening clouds and the girl sighed in response to the changing whether as she opened the driver's seat door to her glossy black 1960 Cadillac. The car was gorgeous -not to mention expensive- it had custom red leather interior and a state of the art engine. She sat down and shut the door with a thud, while throwing her bag onto the passenger seat. Her hand slid the key into the ignition and she felt a rumbling reverberation from the motor. At last she pulled on to the street and drove.
She arrived at her destination. Sioux Falls general hospital. She opened the doors and walked to the receptionist's desk, and the woman looks at her awkwardly.
"Is there anything I can help you with ma'am?" the woman asked kindly
"I'm here to visit some friends of mine who are here. Sam, Dean, and John?" she asked without specifying a last name. Who knows what they are going by now?
"Oh, the comatose boy, tall guy, and old guy from the car wreck?" The receptionist asked cheerily, obviously she hadn't been working here long.
"Yeah, that's them."
"Well, they are on the third floor, West wing. Have a nice day!" She smiled.
Leaving the front desk she walked along the white halls that reeked of antiseptic and sterility, she reached elevator and the doors opened with a load 'Ding!' She stepped inside and pressed the 3rd floor button several times impatiently while waiting for the doors to close. As the elevator rose she got that familiar "elevator feeling" and closed her eyes with a sigh. I hate these damn things… her eyebrow furrowed in concentration, she was trying not to be sick.
The elevator stopped and the doors popped open again with a 'Ding!' and she jumped out.
The floor was mostly quiet and the low humming of machines and beeping life signs echoed through the disinfected halls. She seemed to stand out like a sore thumb in her black leather jacket. Nurses walked by her and she stopped one quickly to ask for directions.
"Follow the signs lady; they're there for a reason." The nurse huffed and sauntered down the hall again, leaving the young woman speechless at her lack of manners.
"Bitch…" she mumbled under her breath.
She did as she was told however and followed the signs to the west wing. She knew John personally and would recognize him but his sons were another matter altogether. She walked along the west wing gliding her hand along the wall until she found the name 'John Young' outside a room. Neil Young, a very nice choice Johnny! She thought to herself with a smile. She could hear angry voices from the other side of the door and, being the snoop that she is, pressed her ear to the cold door.
"...Dieing... all you care about is... Colt?!" she heard shouting and then something she couldn't interpret, then suddenly a shattering sound. With that she opened flung the door open.
John Winchester half- lay in a hospital bed with a stunned expression, an equally astounded expression decorated a younger man's face. He was tall with a muscular build, he had medium brown hair that came down to a little below his ears/ jaw line and bangs swept adorably over his forehead, she guessed that he must be Sam due to the rumors she had heard of the Winchesters.
"Dean...?" Sam said under his breath and looked around, seemingly ignoring the fact that a stranger had just burst in.
"Caterina?" John said confused.
"What's wrong Johnny boy? You look like you've seen a ghost?" Caterina chuckled at the older man and ran her eyes over Sam. She had to admit, he was really cute.
"If I wasn't seeing you with my own eyes I wouldn't have believed it."
"But you missed me right Johnny?" She winked playfully and grinned walking over to his bed.
"It's been what? 4-5 years? OH! Right, I forgot... this is my younger son Samuel." He nodded to the younger man.
"I figured." she smiled at Sam.
"It's Sam, not 'Samuel'... Who are you anyways?" He said warily.
"Caterina Singer, at your service." She smiled and pushed her deep red hair out of her eyes, "Call me Rina though... or Cat, it doesn't matter to me.
"Wait, Singer? As in 'Bobby Singer'?!" he asked astounded.
"No, Bobby isn't my 'Daddy'... He is my Uncle though. My dad was his brother."
"So, you're Bobby's Niece?" He smiled and chuckled to himself with an 'I don't believe it' look on his pretty, pretty face.
"Yup, this is obviously how I met Uncle Johnny here!" Rina said and patted John's leg. There was a short yelp of pain from John.
"'Uncle Johnny'?" Sam looked at his father and laughed a sweet sounding laugh that reminded Rina of the tinkling of bells. Whoa. That's the most loveable laugh I have ever heard! She thought with a small chuckle of her own.
"Shut up Sam. Only she gets to call me that." John grumbled and Rina could have sworn his cheeks got slightly pink.
"Aw, I feel special!" She smirked at John, "Anyways, what was the shattering sound I heard?" she asked curiously.
"Right!" Sam exclaimed, "I think it was Dean!"
"Dean? Dean as in comatose brother Dean?" she raised an eyebrow at him and he ran out of the room without answering.
"Damn it, would you stay with him? He's a little shaken up. Thanks for coming Hun; I'm glad Bobby got my message to you." John smiled, but Rina new that it wasn't genuine.
"No problem John, I'll keep an eye on him. No need to worry. I learned from all the best!" She smiled at John and made her way out of the room, and left John alone again.
Rina spotted Sam turn a corner at the end of the hall and followed quickly. Dodging nurses and orderlies in the hall she came to a door with 'Dean Young' plastered beside it. She sighed and ran her fingers through her long Auburn hair before turning the knob and stepping inside the white room. It too smelled of sterility which made her stomach slightly sick.
"Sam, what are you doing here?" she asked when she saw the handsome man standing at his brother's bedside.
"It was him." He said simply, and looked at Rina who, in turn, cocked her head to the side in confusion. "The glass, it flew off the table for no reason while my dad and I were... arguing. Dean must have been listening and got angry with us. I'm not crazy."
"Trust me Sam I'm the last person to go judging people as crazy so don't worry. If you believe that it was Dean then I don't see any reason why it couldn't be. Do you? No? I didn't think so!" She smirked at his befuddled expression.
"Your definitely interesting... thanks though. For believing me I mean." he smiled sheepishly.
"No problem. So, how do you propose we talk to him?"
"Don't laugh, but I was thinking maybe going old school?"
"Sounds like a plan. Let's go, I'll drive. My car is outside." They agreed and left the room heading towards the elevator.
They went down in the elevator to the first floor where they left the hospital. Catarina's beauty of a car had Sam in a state of awe.
"This," he gestured to the impressive car, "is your car?!" he asked incredulously.
"Your brother isn't the only hunter out there with a fancy vintage car... and mine is cooler than his. 1960 Cadillac in mint condition with custom leather interior." she said with pride.
"Cool..." was all Sam could manage.
"If you're nice to her I'll let you drive her?" Caterina teased.
"Really? Dean never lets me drive unless he needs a nap."
"Yeah, go ahead. I'm warning you though. You brake her, I brake you." she threatened and and smiled innocently, earning a big grin from Sam as she threw the keys to him and jumped in the passenger seat. She tossed her bag into the back seat. Sam sat beside her and turned the key in the ignition. A low rumble/ purr came from the engine and Sam beamed with excitement.
"Purrs like a kitten don't she?" Rina laughed.
"Damn right she does! Dean would be so jealous right now..." Sam smiled to himself and pulled out into the road.
"Off to the wacko store for a Wigi Board!" Sam laughed again and sped through the streets.
Caterina walked into Dean's hospital room at Sam's side, the plastic bag bouncing awkwardly off his leg as he strode to the end of Dean's bed. Rina wondered to herself if the Wigi board would really work, her eyes wandered to the beeping machine hooked up next to Dean. His heart rate was steady, unlike hers. She was worried for some reason and her heart was beating faster than a normal resting rate.
"Okay, Dean. If you're here, I know you're gonna think I'm nuts but it's the only way I can think of communicating. So please just give it a chance." Sam pulled the box out of the plastic bag and sat down on the floor. Rina sat down next to him as he opened the box and set the board and stone down.
"Dean... is that you?" there was a momentary pause and tension filled the air. Suddenly the stone began to move under Sam's hands.
"Are you doing that?" Rina whispered to Sam, who responded with a curt shake of his head.
"Damn..." she said stunned. The stone moved across the board and pointed toward the 'Yes' scrawled in black writing.
"I knew it!" Sam exclaimed and sighed with relief.
"What are you doing?" Rina asked without thinking. The stone moved again and began to spell. 'H. U. N. T-'
"Hunting?" She asked. The stone moved to the yes again.
"Dean, the thing in the hospital, do you know what it is?" Sam asked hurriedly. As before the stone moved and began spelling again, 'R.E.A.P.E.R' it spelled.
"It's a reaper? Dean, is it after you?" Sam asked solemnly.
"Shit," Rina cursed, "if there's a reaper after him we need to bring him back! If it gets its hands on him he'll be gone. And I mean REALLY gone, Sam." she looked to Sam and his eyebrows were furrowed in thought.
"No. No there's gotta be a way." He stood up and walked out the room with Rina right on his heels. "Dad will know what to do." he walked down the halls and found John's room again.
"Dad?" John was gone. Rina looked around the room with a puzzled expression.
"Where the hell-"
"Where could he have gone?" Sam muttered, as a surprised nurse walked into the room to see what the commotion was.
"Excuse me, ma'am, sir, but you need to be quieter please. John is supposed to be-" she looked to the bed with a small smile, but paused when her eyes found it empty. "Where is John?" she asked.
"That's kind of what we were wondering. I thought he was seriously injured. How could he just get up and walk away?" Catarina's eyes burrowed into the flustered nurse.
"I...I have no idea..." She was obviously as baffled as the two young hunters. She nodded to them and strode down the hall towards one of the offices in a hurry.
Finding no sign of John they went for the next best thing. His journal. Sam got it and met Rina back in Dean's room. Caterina stood at the foot of Dean's bed pacing back and forth while Sam opened the book.
"Okay, so Dad wasn't in his room, but I got dads journal so who knows? Maybe there's something here." He said and flipped through the pages of the worn leather book until he found the title 'Reapers' in large letters written across the top of a page. Rina came and stood behind him and read over his shoulder.
They had read the journals pages many times in the last hour but they couldn't find anything. The hopeful spark had left Sam's eyes and he was beginning to worry. Caterina was reading her own journal. Well not hers but her fathers, but she found nothing that could explain how to kill a reaper. She had nearly given up hope herself.
"Can I have a minute alone?" Sam said snapping Caterina out of her reverie.
"Oh? Yeah sure, I'm gonna go down to the cafeteria and get some coffee. Maybe some soup. Want anything?" She asked with a half-hearted smile plastered across her face.
"Uh, yeah coffee. Black. And a bagel if they have any. Thanks Caterina." Sam smiled sadly, his partly swollen eye made him look all the more gloomy.
"Sure Sam, and like I said you can just call me Rina." She smiled and walked out the door leaving Sam alone with the comatose Dean.
She took the elevator down to the first floor and, once again, felt nauseous after doing so. Walking through halls she could strongly smell the delicious black liquid that she had been searching for. The smell made her senses tingle with excitement and she breathed it in deeply. Coffee. She felt like a zombie smelling flesh for the first time in months. All though she didn't particularly like hospital coffee she suspected that any coffee would do right now. Her craving for the dark fluid had been itching at her all day but between the book reading, Wigi- boarding (sounds like some odd sport), and depressing Winchester family issues she hadn't gotten even a single drop of caffeine. He lines in at the small TimHortons was short and she got her order quickly. She took several sips of her Double-double coffee and was surprised that they got the order right. Usually they didn't add enough sugar so she ended up with a Regular. She put Sam's bagel in her left pocket and her own muffin in her other. Now with both coffees she headed on her way, this time choosing to take the stairs. It took her a little longer but she preferred it over gagging in an elevator. After reaching the third floor she headed back towards Deans room.
"Hey Sam, I got the-" She paused and nearly dropped the coffees she held. Dean was awake. He was sitting up and talking to Sam. Hey both turned towards her when she stopped in the doorway.
"Well, well, well, who is this Sammy?" Dean smirked and ran his eyes over Caterina.
"Really, Dean?" Sam sighed.
"Well good morning to you too Dean. Glad to see the reaper didn't gobble you up." she laughed at Deans puzzled expression.
"This," Sam gestured towards Rina who had put the coffees on the bedside table along with the muffin and bagel, "is Caterina Singer, Bobby's niece."
"Damn..." Dean muttered and once again ran his eyes up and down Rina's body.
"Calm down their Lover-boy. I'm not as easy as your other conquests so why don't you just keep your eyes up? 'Kay?" Sam stifled a laugh, though not very convincingly, and Dean's jaw dropped.
"I'm guessing Bobby warned you about me?" Dean glared.
"Nope, Uncle Johnny did though. Many years ago, told me that if I ever met you to 'keep your pants on and don't let him get his hands on you'" She mimicked Johns deep raspy voice, "Guess he just knew I was your type." She laughed and raised an eyebrow at him.
"No, you see you're not 'his type' he doesn't have a type just 'hot and doable'. That's pretty much it." Sam laughed that adorable little laugh, while Dean glowered at him and punched him in the side.
"Well, it's nice to know you both think I'm hot at least. Sam's probably more my type though." she teased them and Sam's face went bright red as he coughed awkwardly.
"Aw, you're so cute when you blush Sammy." she smiled at him and sat down across the room with her coffee in her hand.
"I…uh...thanks..." Sam turned an even darker shade of red and looked towards his feet.
"I thought I was the only one who can call you 'Sammy'?" Dean grumbled.
"Oh don't be a baby Dean. You get more ass in a week than most guys do in a month. So don't whine." Rina sipped her coffee.
"W-what?! How the hell would you know?" Dean said with wide eyes.
"Oh, Dean, I have my ways." She smirked into her cup. Sam and Dean began to talk amongst themselves and Dean managed to steal Sam's bagel, much to Sam's dismay (he pouted).
"Sorry to interrupt." a scratchy voice came from the door.
"John." Rina whispered to herself.
"I'm glad to see you're okay Dean."
"Just a few scratches, other than that I think I'll be fine." Dean smiled to his father.
"Where were you last night?" Sam said in an angry tone.
"I had some business to take care of."
"Well that's specific." Sam snarled.
"Sam, don't." Dean pleaded.
"Did you go after the demon?" Sam said, ignoring dean.
"No." John sighed.
"Why don't I believe you right now?" His voice rose with anger.
"Can we not fight?" John walked over to the bed. His eyes glistening like he was trying to hold back tears and a depressing smile slicked to his face. "You know have the time we fight, I don't even know what we're fighting about. We're just buttin' heads. Sammy, I- I've made some mistakes, but I've always done the best I could. I just don't want to fight anymore okay?"
"Dad, are you alright?" Sam asked perplexed.
"Yeah," John smiled, although sadly, towards Sam. "I'm just a little tired." His eyes were glistening more than ever now. "Hey Sam, would you mind getting me a cup of caffeine?"
"Yeah….yeah, sure Dad."
"I'll go with you." Rina got up and walked with Sam.
They took another trip to the cafeteria, this time taking the stairs both ways to accommodate for Caterina's elevator sickness.
"You know you're gonna be screwed one day when you get a hunt that needs you to go to the 30th floor on some sky-scraper." Sam laughed and looked down at Rina.
"Yeah well you're gonna be screwed when I make you walk those stairs with me Goliath!" She stuck her tongue out at him and laughed.
"Assuming I'll be with you of course. Hey wait! I'm not THAT tall Rina!" He said slightly offended and pushed her lightly with his shoulder.
"Oh yeah well I happen to think that-" she stopped and dropped her coffee. "John..." she said to herself stunned. Then Sam saw him. His father was lying on the floor lifeless. Sam dropped the coffee he had gotten for his father and ran to his side.