SUPERNATURAL
REPAIRING PAST CRIMES
WRITTEN BY: MEMPHIS_HEAT123
DISCLAIMER: I am in no way connected to the show or its actors. I am not making any money from this story, it is for fun only.
SUMMARY: When two teenage girls are on the run from the Leviathans, Bobby and the Winchester brothers may be their only hope. But first they must convince them that Sam is no longer the man they met a year ago. Set after the episode 'HOW TO WIN FRIENDS AND INFLUENCE MONSTERS.' But with an alternant ending to that episode. MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE ENTIRE SERIES INCLUDING THAT EPISODE. .
NOTE: I changed the ending of the episode to fit the story, Bobby was only shot in the shoulder.
WARNING: Some foul language and violence, but no more then there is in the actual show.
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Bobby, Dean, and Sam walked into another rundown abandoned farmhouse and tossed their duffle bags onto the dusty and rickety floor.
"Home sweet home." Dean grumbled, as he pulled a lantern out from one of the duffels and sat it on a desolate table. The table and a broken couch were the only furniture in the room.
"How's the shoulder?" Sam asked Bobby, noticing the older man rubbing it.
"It's fine." Bobby replied, even though it hurt. His left arm was in a sling to minimize pressure being put on the wound, but it still hurt.
"Have a seat and I'll change the dressing." Sam said, nodding towards the table.
Bobby sat on the table and Sam carefully and skillfully applied medicine to the wound and redressed it.
Bobby's phone started ringing and he answered it.
"Hello." He said.
"Bobby?" A small frightened voice asked.
"Who is this?"
"Cheyenne Baker." The voice said. "Bobby, we need your help."
"Where are you, Cheyenne?" Bobby asked.
"Boulder Rock Texas."
"I'm about seven hours from there. What's wrong? Where's your Daddy and Will?"
"Dad's dead." The voice broke off in a sob.
"Where's your sister?" Bobby asked, worry very event in his voice.
"She's here, but hurt real bad. The phone's almost dead, I can't recharge it."
"Where exactly are you?"
"A seedy motel on the outskirts of town, called Blue Moon Inn. Room fifteen, at the end."
"I'll be there in a few hours."
"Please hurr….." The phone went dead.
"Dammit!" Bobby exclaimed, as he tried calling the number back. But only got the voice mail.
"What's up?" Dean asked.
"Some friends of mine are in trouble." Bobby said, standing up.
"Then let's go." Sam said.
The three men went outside and all three pilled into the Impala.
"What's the story?" Dean asked as he sped away.
"Will and Cheyenne are a lot like you two." Bobby said. "Only they're teenage girls."
"Not much different then Sam." Dean joked.
"Their Dad is, well was a hunter. Cheyenne said he was dead."
"How?" Sam asked.
"Not sure, phone went dead. She said she had no way to recharge it."
"The girls hunters?" Dean wanted to know.
"Yeah, damn good ones." Bobby said. "Willow is seventeen now, Cheyenne is fourteen. They've been hunting since they were real little. I've known their Dad for five years. Three years ago, he came by with the girls, said him and Will were going after a nest of demons and asked if Chey could stay with me."
"A nest of demons." Dean said. "She was only fourteen three years ago."
"I know." Bobby said. "I tried to convince Paul to leave her there with me too, but he said he needed her on the hunt. They were gone for two weeks, during that time Chey and me became good friends. She was pretty smart for a twelve-year-old. Paul and Will picked her up and left. Ran into them a few times since then, including last year when were working the same case. Damn werewolf had me pinned down and was about to take my head off, but Will shot it just in time."
"Wonder what they were hunting this time." Sam said, racking his mind. The names sounded familiar.
"What's up?" Dean asked his brother, noticing the look of concentration.
"I know I've heard those names before, I'm just not sure where." Sam replied.
"Don't sound familiar." Dean said. "Hey Bobby, if Will is hurt, why didn't Cheyenne call the paramedics instead of you?"
"Another thing you have in common." Bobby replied. "Seven months ago, a shape shifter borrowed Will's face. She's wanted for three counts of murder, a married couple and their teenage son."
"You do know that this could be a trap, don't you?" Dean asked. "It could be the Leviathans."
"I know." Bobby said. "But we have to go anyway."
Dean nodded and picked up speed.
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Sam stood in a fancy hotel room, nothing like the rooms he was used too. His Grandfather was standing beside him, and a young teenage girl was standing in front of him. She was slender with short red hair and green eyes.
"Where is the knife?" Sam asked, a snarl on his face.
"If you're that desperate for a knife." The girl said. "I hear Ginsu is having a great sell. You get two complete knife sets for the price of one, plus shipping and handling of course."
Sam's response was to slap her hard across her face, knocking to the ground.
"Sam!" Samuel said. "She's just a kid, she's only sixteen."
"Then she should learn to respect her elders." Sam growled, as the teenager stood up and faced him.
Her lip was bleeding and the large red mark on her face would turn into an impressive bruise. But she didn't back down, even when Sam towered over her.
"That knife is mine." She said. "I won't let some douche bag with anger management problems take it. Now back off before I'm forced to knock you on your ass."
Sam doubled his fist and tried to punch her, but she ducked and sidestepped to avoid the large fist.
"Gotta be faster then that, dickwad." She said, kicking her leg out and landing a solid kick into Sam's chest. The blow was hard, but Sam's muscled chest was stronger then her kick. Sam grabbed at her, but she ducked. Then she jumped on the bed and then onto Sam's back, wrapping her legs around his waist and dug her fingers into the man's eyes.
Sam grunted in pain, then reached back, grabbed her by the back of her shirt, and tossed her across the room. She jumped back up and faced him.
"Let her be!" Samuel barked. But Sam was mad, and Sam wanted to hurt the girl. He took another swing at her, but once again she ducked out of the way. But she wasn't as lucky on the next swing, Sam's huge fist caught her on the jaw and she flew backwards and hit the wall hard. Then she slumped to the floor, unconscious.
"Damnit, Sam!" Samuel hissed. "You can't go around hurting kids."
"If she wants to play with the big boys, she has to learn to take the hits." Sam said, not at all concerned about the teenage girl who was bleeding and unconscious on the floor.
He knelt down and searched the girl, but didn't find the knife. He heard sirens heading their way and knew he had to leave.
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Sam woke with a jolt and sat up, breathing hard.
"You okay, Sammy?" Dean asked with concern, as he drove.
"No." Sam replied, rubbing a hand over his face. "I just had a flashback, I know how come the names sound familiar."
"How?" Bobby asked from the backseat.
"Last year, Samuel and I found out about a knife that Willow Baker had." Sam said.
"Yeah, she's got a knife like yours." Bobby said. "A demon's knife, it can kill just about anything. She took it off of a demon she killed."
"I wanted the knife." Sam said, sadness and regret in his voice. "So I tried to take it. I tracked her down and followed her. Kid was good; she knew form the beginning that I was behind her. She tried to led me into a trap, but I out smarted her and led her into some posh hotel. I confronted her and demanded her to give me the knife."
Sam chuckled slightly, and said "She's a tough kid, didn't back down an inch. She pulled a gun, but Samuel snuck up behind her and placed a gun to her head. Then he removed all of her weapons. She had two guns, a pair of brass knuckles, and four knifes of varying sizes. But not the knife I wanted."
Then he frowned and there was disgust in his voice. "I hurt her, I hit her with my fist. She was only sixteen and I punched her hard enough to knock her out."
"She'll understand, Sam." Bobby said, his voice sad. Sad for the young girl and sad for Sam. He knew that the fact that he hurt a teenage girl would torture the young man.
"I hurt her." Sam said. "I don't deserve her to understand."
"Hey!" Dean protested. "Knock it off, Sammy. We've been over this, what happened when you didn't have a soul was not your fault.
Sam nodded, but his mind still whirled with questions about what else he did during that year that he had yet to remember. He remembered a lot of stuff, stuff that made him sick at his stomach, stuff that made him hate himself at times. But he knew there were much more stuff, stuff he may never remember.
"We'll be there in ten minutes." Dean said, changing the subject.
"Sam." Bobby said. "You may want to wait outside, just for a moment. If you come in there, it may upset Will. And trust me, you don't want to upset Will."
"Okay." Sam said.
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Dean parked the Impala in front of the girls' motel room and him and Bobby climbed out of the car.
"Keep an eye out." Bobby told Sam, as the younger man also climbed out of the car. "Just in case this is a trap."
Sam nodded.
Bobby and Dean walked to the door and Bobby knocked. "Chey, it's me." He said.
He heard the door being unlocked, then it opened and they walked inside. A young teenage girl with shoulder-length red hair and green eyes was standing there, a sawed off shotgun in her hands and aimed at the two men. Another girl, a little older then the first, was sitting on the bed. She too had a sawed off shotgun.
The girl on the bed looked as if she had been in a major fight. She had a black eye, a busted lip, a large bandage on her forehead, another bandage on her left arm, they could see the tight bandage around her ribs through her tee shirt, and she had various other cuts and bruises on her face and arms.
"Easy, girls." Bobby said, as him and Dean held their hands out.
"Grab that bottle." The girl standing up said, nodding to a small plastic bottle on the table beside the door. "And pour some into your hands."
"What is it?" Dean wanted to know, as Bobby picked up the bottle.
"Magic Glow floor cleaner." The girl replied.
"You two had a run in with the Leviathans?" Bobby asked with concern.
"They killed Dad." The girl on the bed said.
Bobby and Dean did as they were told. When they didn't get burned from the liquid, the girls lowered their guns.
"Sorry, Bobby." The girl standing up said. "We couldn't take any chances."
"No need to apologize, Chey." Bobby said, as him and Dean walked over to the injured girl on the bed. "You did good."
"You look like hell." Dean told the girl.
"Yeah, well I was in a fight. What's your excuse?" The girl asked.
"Girls." Bobby said, as he gently checked the girl's injuries. "This is a very good friend of mine, Dean Winchester."
"We've heard of you, and your brother." Chey said.
"Sam's outside." Dean said. "Keeping watch."
"What happened, Will?" Bobby asked the older girl.
"Dad and me were on a case." She hissed out in pain as Bobby gently poked her ribs. "Three men went missing in Galveston, about four hours north of here. Turned out that they were killed by the Leviathans. We were following a lead, but got ambushed by the sons of bitches. They jumped us and killed Dad, tried to kill me. But I managed to throw enough cleaner on them to keep them busy while I split. Our car was too far away, so I swiped one of theirs. I went back to our motel room, and Cheyenne swiped another car and drove us here. "
She stopped talking and gasped in pain when Dean carefully undressed her arm to see the wound. It was a long gash, which had been stitched up.
"You do this?" He asked Cheyenne.
"Yes Sir."
"It's a really good job."
"I've had practice." The teenager replied. "Her ribs aren't broke, just badly bruised. She's got a nasty gash and bump on her head, but she hasn't shown any signs of a concussion. Her left ankle is badly twisted and is all swelled up, but not broken. And she was shot in her left upper thigh, but it was a glancing wound."
"These wounds have started to heal." Bobby said. "How long ago did this happen?"
"Close to a week." Will said.
"What?" Bobby hissed, then he alternated glares between the two teens and his voice boomed. "Willow Rain Baker, Cheyenne Starlight Baker, why did you two idjits what a week before you called me?"
"I'm sorry Bobby." Cheyenne said, looked down at her feet.
"It's my fault." Willow said. "I knew if we called you, you'd bench me."
"Damn right your benched." Bobby said. "It'll take some time for you to heal."
"The plan was for me to rest a couple days, then go after them. But I can't fight like this, I'm in too much pain."
"You and Cheyenne were going after them alone?" Bobby asked, his glare intensifying.
"No sir." Willow said. "Chey's not ready for a fight with them."
"So you were going alone?"
"Yes Sir."
"Damnit, Willow." Bobby ran a hand over his face.
"They killed Dad." The seventeen-year-old said.
"I know." Bobby's voice was gentler this time. "Look, first things first. We need to get you two someplace safe."
"I was hoping you' put us up for a few days at the salvage yard." Will said.
"Not possible." Bobby sighed. "Damn Leviathans burnt it to the ground. But don't worry, we can always find places to lay low."
The door opened and Sam walked in. Will saw him, and quickly picked the sawed off shotgun back up and aimed it at him.
"Will." Bobby said, calmly. "This is Sam, he's a friend. Remember, you said you've heard about him."
"What I heard was bull shit." The seventeen-year –old said, cocking the gun. "This dickwad can't be the one who stopped the apocalypse. Started it, probably. But not stopped it."
"Is this the jerk who hurt you last year?" Fourteen-year-old Cheyenne asked. As soon as her older sister aimed her gun at Sam, she too aimed hers.
"Yeah." Will replied.
"My sister spent three hours wondering the streets." The younger girl hissed, glaring at Sam. "You gave her a concussion, anything could have happened to her."
"Look." Sam said, holding his hands out in surrender. "You two have every right to hate me. But right now, we have a major problem. We've got company."
"Leviathans?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, they the ones who did that?" He nodded towards Will.
"Yeah." Dean said, walking to the window and looking out. "There's two of them."
"Girls." Bobby said. "Put the guns down."
"No Sir." Will said, lowering the gun a little. So it was pointing to Sam's groin. "Not till I make a soprano out of the douche bag."
"I said stand down!" Bobby barked, in a stern voice. "Now stand down!"
Cheyenne lowered her gun. But Will did not.
"I gave you an order." Bobby said.
"Yes Sir you did." Will said. "But I respectively decline to obey your order."
"Look kid." Dean said. "In less then three minutes, we are going to be face to face with Leviathans."
"We can make a run for it while they are nibbling on this piece of filth." Will said.
"Will." Cheyenne said, her voice soft. "You know Dad's rules. You know he told you to follow Bobby's orders. Remember that hunt? The werewolves? Dad ordered you to obey Bobby."
"Dad's dead." Will said, but she relaxed her grip on the gun some.
"Killing this jerk won't solve anything. Besides, he's not the first or last person to deck you."
"True." Will lowered her gun. "What's the plan, Bobby?"
"I say we walk out and get into the car." Dean answered instead of Bobby. "There are a lot of people out there, and one of the Leviathans is Dick."
"He's a public figure." Bobby said. "He won't risk drawing attention to himself."
"Sam." Bobby said, nodding towards the girls' two duffle bags by the door. "Grab the bags. Dean, grab Will. Chey, stay close to me." He turned and looked at Will. "Don't even think about pulling anything out there." He growled. "We are not ready for a fight. That is an order, and I expect this order to be followed."
"Yes Sir." She said.
Sam picked up the bags and opened the door. Dean walked over and gently placed one arm under the seventeen-year-old's legs and the other under her back. He gently lifted her up and followed his brother. Bobby and Chey were right behind them.
They walked outside and the two Leviathans stopped in their tracks and glared at them.
"Hello Dick." Dean smirked.
"Winchester." Dick growled. Then he glared at Bobby. "Singer."
The other Leviathan took a step forward, but Dick stopped him. "Not now." He said. "To many witnesses." Then he returned his glare to Bobby. "You will pay for your meddling."
Dean gently placed Will into the back seat, then Bobby and Cheyenne climbed in after her. Sam tossed the bags into the trunk, then climbed into the front passenger seat. Dean slid behind the wheel.
Sam drew a gun from the waistband of his jeans, as Dean started the car and drove away. As they passed a black limo Sam opened fire and shot out all four tires. The onlookers started screaming and running for cover.
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