A/N: Whoop this a new story and we really hope you guys like it. Songs featured in this chapter are: You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC and Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard. Read. Review. Okay Love you guys, Haylee and Liesl.
"She was a fast machine she kept her motor clean. She was the best damn woman that I ever seen. She had the sightless eyes telling me no lies. Knocking me out with those American thighs. Taking more than her share. Had me fighting for air.
"She told me to come but I was already there. 'Cause the walls start shaking, The earth was quaking, My mind was aching, And we were making it AND YOUUUUU SHOOK ME ALLLL NIGHT LONGGGGG",
" YEAH YOUUU SHOOK ME ALLLLLL NIGHT LONGGGG!" I bellowed what was quite possibly the best in the whole world, the wind whipping my dark curls.
"Oh my god. Would you shut up? I'm tryin' to sleep here," Lucy said from the back seat.
"OH YOUUU SHOOK ME ALL NIGHT LONGGGGG!"
"Jesus Christ Jude, would ya cut it out? I'm not in my bed back home so its sorta uncomfortable sleeping in your car!"
"DON'T YOU SAY THAT ABOUT BOSS! He is the most comfortable car ever!" How dare she say that about Boss. She just doesn't understand him. He's a magnificent car. He got us everywhere.
" I'm not insultin' Boss okay? He's just not all that comfortable. Plus, he doesn't have air conditionin' so it's even harder to sleep with the windows rolled down."
"Well, he was made in 1969. They didn't make them for comfort back then and I'm glad. My good old 1969 BOSS 429 Mustang. He's a beauty."
"Well, your beauty is hurtin' my back," she says while stretching, her chocolate curls falling out of her high ponytail.
"We're just outside of Lebanon, Kansas so just hold up for a little bit and we'll get a motel."
"Okay fine. But, please don't start singin' again. You sound like a dyin' cat."
"Rude. I sound like an angel."
"Mhm. Sure."
"Whatever asshole."
I kept driving until we hit the town and I found the nearest motel to stay in. I parked in the space closest to our room, knowing if I didn't Lucy would kill me. Getting out of Boss, I noticed a gorgeous car parked next to mine. They were both beauties. But, Boss could not compare to this girl. She was black, sleek, and everything a girl could hope for and more.
I would have asked for Lucy to take a picture but she was already in the motel bathroom cleaning up. I grabbed our duffle bags and the cooler from the trunk and headed in. The room consisted of two twin beds, one of those crappy lamps attached to the nightstand and a dingy T.V. The smell of stale beer and cigarettes hung in the air and bombarded my senses. Home Sweet Home.
"Hey Satan, hurry up. Not all of us spend thirty minutes in the shower," I yell.
"Two things. One: stop callin' me Satan and Lucifer. Two: I don't take that long, I just generally care about how I look," she said.
She walked out of the bathroom wearing a tan towel. Her chocolate hair was plastered to her neck and her usually ivory skin looked flushed, making her emerald eyes stand out even more. Poor girl was short, always was even in high school, but even I had to admit she had a nice body. Not overly busty like me, but it would be hard to ignore her.
"Maybe if you didn't go so heavy on your makeup you wouldn't have to worry." I scoffed.
"Maybe if you weren't a little shit…"
"Just get dressed."
I pushed my way into the bathroom and shut the door. Naturally, the lighting was terrible and there was a crack on the mirror. Thankfully, the crack didn't completely muddle my reflection. My black curls fell down to my waist and my electric blue eyes looked pleasing against my tan skin. My curves looked wicked with the tight shirt I was wearing. I quickly stripped down and climbed into the shower.
Freezing cold water blasts me. Fucking Lucy! Stealing all the hot water. And she wonders why I call her Satan. I shower in record time (three minutes, my personal best) and shut off the water. I step out onto the damp bathmat (yet another reason to hate Lucy) and look around for towels. That bitch stole all of them!
"Satan! Where are all the fucking towels?"
"Sorry Evelyn. We only had one, which I used."
"Don't call me Evelyn. And go get some damn towels."
I hear Lucy chuckle as she walks towards the door. I also hear knocking and I assume she went next door.
"Hello?" a deep voice says.
"Hi. Do you mind if I borrow a towel? I only had one," Lucy says sweetly.
"Yeah sure. Sammy, get this lovely lady a towel. Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"In your dreams buddy."
You go girl. Put that creep in his place. I'm still mad, but I'll never pass on an opportunity of Lucy kicking some dude's ass. Just 'cause she's tiny doesn't mean she can't kick your ass into the next century. The bathroom door opens slightly and a towel gets tossed at me. Thank God. I was getting cold.
I wrap the warm towel around myself and walk out into the living area. Lucy lounges on her bed, flipping through the channels on the T.V. I grab my favorite pair of sweatpants and a Metallica shirt. I drop the towel and start pulling on the clothes.
"It would be nice to fall asleep without havin' your bare ass burned into my mind," Lucy says.
"This is payback."
Lucy wraps the duvet around herself and quickly falls asleep. I grab the remote and start channel surfing. Finding nothing interesting, I turn the T.V. and lamp off, climb under the warm sheets, and fall into a dreamless sleep.
The case turns out to be nothing, one of those rare times where it's not something paranormal. The two of us decide to stay an extra day before heading out to find another case. I pull into a local bar, hoping to hook up with someone. Parked out front is the same car we saw at the motel. Now I can get a better look at her. 1967 Chevy Impala. Nice.
"Are you stalkin' the owner of this car?" Lucy asks, the black eyeliner giving her the appearance of being a wild feline.
"No. Maybe her owner has good taste in beer. Lets go."
We walk inside and are immediately surrounded by guys asking us if we want a drink. We fight our way to the bar and order two of the house loggers. I take a sip and sigh in content. Fantastic.
"Oh my god. Satan look," I say, pointing to two boys sitting near us.
One was tall and had great muscles but it was hidden by layers of clothing and the other one was just a few inches smaller and this man looked like he could be a model. Sweet Jesus, what I could do to him. Mmmm. Mmm. Mmmm.
"For the last time, my name is Lucy. It's not Lucifer or Satan. Lucy. Got it? I mean ya would think that by now ya would know my name."
"Oh, shut your bitchass mouth and look. "
"I think I've seen them before."
"Where? Ellen?"
"No. Not Ellen."
"You sure? They look an awful lot like those Welling boys."
"You're thinkin' Winchester, sweetheart. Gold star for tryin'. But, I meant recently." What a little bitch.
"They're hot. Like if I had some cookies right now I bet I could totally bake some on the short ones abs. He's got abs for sure." I say while my eyes scan his magnificent body. Mmm I wants me some of that body. Right here. Right now.
"Is that all you can think about?"
"Yes. Lets go talk to them."
"No, Jude."
I grab her arm and pull her over to the two guys. Damn. That short one could melt my panties off. Probably will.
"Hey boys," I say confidently.
"Hi. How can we help you two lovely ladies?" The short one said, his voice deep and dreamy. Wow Dreamy... Huh Jude you're turning soft.
"Well, we wanted to find out if you were the Winchesters. This adorable little fucker over here thinks the tall ones hot," I say, pointing to Lucy.
I look over at her and she sends me death glares, a blush staining her cheeks. Now she looks like a badass china doll. So what if she didn't say it out loud. She was still thinking it. I look over to the tall guy. He looks sheepish. So, he thinks Lucy is cute. I could work with this.
"And may I ask who's asking? We don't exactly know who you are or what you are. You could be trouble," The tall one says, looking at Lucy.
"Yeah. Well, prepare for trouble," I say.
"And make it a double," Lucy remarks.
"This is Lucy Kent," I say pointing to Lucy, " and I'm Jude Foster. Pleasure to meet you boys."
"Nice to meet you. We are indeed the Winchesters. I'm Dean and this is Sammy," Dean says cheekily. I hear Lucy groan behind me.
"You're the dude I borrowed the towel from. You obscene, licentious little…" I quickly cover her mouth with my hand. I look at her exasperatedly.
"Sorry about her. She has a short temper."
"It's okay. My brother here doesn't know when to get his head out of the gutter," Sam replies.
I let go of Lucy. Hopefully she'll understand. And if she doesn't, I'll kick her ass.
"So, how is it you know our names? Well, last name anyway," Dean asks.
" We are the best hunters in North America. I mean besides you two. We used to know Ellen and Jo before they passed. Bless their hearts," I say.
"You knew Ellen and Jo? How come they never told us about you two?" Sam asks.
"Probably because we go by different names. I go by Jude because it's my middle name and because Hey Jude is a rockin' song. I call her Satan, but she goes by Gabriella or Lucy and together we go by the Koster sisters. I made it up myself. Isn't it brilliant?"
"I know who you are. Ellen used to talk about a Jude and Gabby all the time. You guys are the ones that saved Jo's ass a bunch of times. Always thought Jude was a guy though. Damn, was I wrong ," Dean says.
"Yeah. That girl was sweet, spice, and everything nice. I loved her, but she didn't understand that she shouldn't have been hunting. It was going to get her killed and it almost did a couple of times, but we had her ass saved," I replied, choosing to ignore his comment about my name.
"She was a nice girl. The little sister I never got," Lucy said wistfully.
"So, can we buy you girls some drinks?" Dean asks.
"Actually, we should be heading back to the motel. We're leaving tomorrow and I could really use some sleep," Lucy says quickly.
"One drink won't hurt, now would it?" I ask. Lucy looks at me the her death glare. I know that I won't win this round. Better quit while I'm ahead.
"Yeah, we should be leaving."
Lucy grabs the keys from me and starts heading out to Boss. For once, can't she live a little? Having fun won't kill her. But noooo. She has to be a stubborn prick.
"Wait, Dean?
"Yes Jude?"
"Is that your car parked out there? The 1967 Chevrolet Impala? You just seem like the old car type of person."
"Yes that's my baby." I can practically hear Satan rolling her eyes.
"She's a beauty. Better than Boss and that's saying something."
"Who's Boss?"
"My baby. He's a 1969 BOSS-"
"429 Mustang. Oh dear lord. I'm in heaven. Sam she's hot, she likes classic cars, and her name is Jude. This is fantastic."
"Well, I'm flattered. You ain't to bad yourself. Call me up sometime," I said slipping my number and Lucy's to him, "That's Satan's and mine because I have a feeling Sammy there likes a certain little devil."
I give him a peck on the cheek just to attract more of his attention to myself. He flushes and I'm quite certain that I've got him. I wonder if I can convince Lucy to stay one more night.
I start to head out and I can feel his stare burning a hole through me. So, I do what any woman would've done in my place and I swing my hips just a little more than I already do and glance back and wink. I hear ever so slightly in the background:
"Sammy, I think I'm in love."
"POUR SOME SUGAR ON MEEEEEEE OH IN THE NAME OF LOVE! POUR YOUR SUGAR ON MEEEEE!"
"Jude, shut the fuck up would ya?"
"Stop being a little bitch. I'm singing."
"Alright listen up," she says while turning the radio down, "what the hell was that back at the bar?"
"What was what?"
" That little number scene and your overly swayin' hips. Ring any bells?"
"Oh, you saw that?"
"Yeah, I did."
"I'm sorry, but Dean is hot."
"Well, sure but you don't normally do this around guys. You acted like a girl in there. That's weird. And I am not attracted to Sam. He seems like a douchebag."
"Oh please. Don't give me that bullshit."
"What bullshit , Jude? He generally seems like a dick."
"You barely even talked to him! You have no idea what he's like!"
"Well, I don't have to talk to him to know he's a dick," she says while looking out the window.
"Alright listen. Luce, I'm sorry. Those are guys we just met and I shouldn't be hounding you like this. I know how you are about these kinds of things and you know how I am. I just wanted to have fun for once in my godforsaken life okay? That's all."
"Fine."
"Fine what?"
"I know you. You were goin' to ask if we could stay one more day so you could hook up with Dean. And as much as I hate myself for sayin' this, you need some fun in your life."
"I love you."
"I know."