Chapter one
Jayde stood outside the front door of her apartment looking into the small patch of trees nearby, she let her mind wander as the sun warmed her skin in the chilly morning air. The small porch was beginning to rot near the steps and a patch of moss had grown on one side of the railing. She wrapped a throw around her shoulders as a short soft breeze whispered past her and she shivered. Mercedes wound between her legs mewing for breakfast as Sierra came bounding across the lawn to join them. Jayde welcomed the two cats indoors for their meal and made her own as well. After Jayde had finished her breakfast she flitted into the bedroom to gather what she would need for the evening to come. She and a fellow hunter had arranged to meet at the senior citizen community to investigate a couple strange deaths.
When Jayde arrived at the nursing home she whipped out her E.V.P. and began scanning the outside of the building. She heard the crunch of a twig behind her; she froze mid-gait, whirled around and saw a dark human form standing behind her. There was a loud bang and she felt a severe pain in her upper arm. She screamed from the shock and bent towards the ground. The figure caught her just before she hit the ground as she fainted.
Everything was dark, when she tried to open her eyes she realized something was over them, she moved it and looked around the room, dazed and confused about where she was. Things were hazy, but were her memories from last night, or last week? She stood up from the couch she had been lying on immediately dizzy and stumbling around the room. Someone steadied her from behind, and had she been able, she would have reacted sooner and stronger.
"Who are you?" she asked in a dry, gruff voice.
"I was about to ask you the same thing." responded the hands attached to her sides.
"I'm Jayde, now, who the hell are you?" she answered sharply.
"I'm Dean, why were you at the old folks home?" he asked.
"Looking for a certain window to wish my grandmother happy birthday, asshole!" Jayde almost whispered with her dry voice. She needed a drink if this stranger was to keep interrogating her so intensely.
Dean had seen other girls that looked just like this one, but none of them had the attitude this one did, it was almost too irresistible. He stood squarely behind her, ready to doge any blows this girl might throw at him. He liked the way her hips felt against the palms of his hands. The curve they had under his hands was perfect and he was enjoying the angle he had on her. Her hair was mid-back length, wavy, and blonde. She was wearing a t-shirt that was solid brown with blue, dirt and paint stained, jeans.
What did this Dean guy want with her; she wasn't panicked yet, but wanted to know what the hell he wanted from her. She wanted to scream but knew it probably wouldn't do a bit of good. She decided to ask him for a drink, she was about to choke from how dry her throat was.
"Do you always treat your guests with such discernment, or do you always try to dehydrate people?" she shot out with venom.
Dean chuckled, "C'mon sugar, I wasn't trying to hurt you, I was trying to bandage you up after last night."
"What? Why? What did you do to me? Why am I hurt?" she growled at him.
"I didn't know wha- who you were and I'm the kind of guy who shoots now and asks questions later, but don't worry I fixed you up good." Dean reassured her.
"You shot me?! What the hell where you thinking? I could have been an old lady escaping!"
He laughed a hearty laugh that filled her ears and said, "Good thing you weren't then, huh?"
So last night was where her memories were from. She got some comfort out of knowing it wasn't that long ago she had been standing outside the retirement home. She tried to move forward to sit on the bed to face the voice behind her but he held tight onto her waist.
"I'll get you a drink in a minute, but first you need to tell me what you were really doing at the old folks home and why you had an E.V.P." Dean said into her ear.
Jayde felt a tingle fall down her spine all the way to her toes. She adjusted herself in his grip and relaxed the slightest bit. When she realized her knees had gone a little mushy she immediately straightened her body.
"I was there looking for my friend, we were meeting up there to investigate the strange deaths that have been happening. The last woman that died… she was my mother…" Jayde trailed off and she could feel the tears stinging her eyes.
Dean loosened his grip and lead her back to the couch. They were both sitting on opposite sides of the couch and she began to dry her eyes. Dean was feeling a little uncomfortable now and cleared his throat. He wanted to show he was concerned but he couldn't peg why he wanted to, what made this girl so special?
Sam walked out of the bathroom with nothing but towel around his waist and was singing to an Eagles song. He looked over at the couch a little embarrassed and grabbed at the towel to make sure it was secure. Sam smiled at Jayde and scowled at Dean.
"Dean, I need to talk to you, in private." Sam didn't move his eyes from his brother.
"Sammy, I don't need to know what color you piss is." Dean poked.
"Seriously, Dean, I need to talk to you, away from her." Sam spit.
"What do you suggest we do with her then?" Dean asked with sarcasm.
"Put her in the bathroom, she probably has to go anyway." Sam stated.
Jayde sat in the bathroom thinking of ways to get out. There was a small window but it looked painted shut. She started looking around the bathroom for a sharp object to slice the paint with. She found a disposable razor in a toiletry bag and quickly took it apart to get the razor. She got the blade free and began to cut at the windows paint. Then silently as possible opened the window and slipped out into the blazing sun.