Trouble in Miami
Chapter 1: A Case...Finally!
"Dylan, hey," Dean said, walking into the motel room, carrying a newspaper in his hand. Dylan finished tying her shoe, and stood as Dean came closer. He kissed her on the cheek. "Where's Sam? There's a new case I wanna check out," he said, grinning. Dylan noticed he seemed very excited about it, which was not surprising. Granted, it'd been awhile since they'd worked, but Dean loved the job, he loved being a hunter.
"He's in the bathroom. Where is the case?" she asked. He laid the paper on the bed, and took off his jacket, then sat at the table next to Dylan.
"It's in Miami, demons again," he said, rolling his eyes. Dylan also roller her eyes; it seemed all they ever dealt with were demons.
"Wait, did you say Miami?" she asked, a little excited and terrified at the same time. Dean propped his feet up on the desk, and nodded. Sam walked out of the bathroom.
"Dean, where have you been?" he asked his brother. Dean turned around to look at Sam.
"I went to get the paper, and to see how far it was to Miami once I had one," he replied, a prideful grin spreading across his face.
"I have friends in Miami, normal friends," Dylan said, worry etched on her face. She stood from the table, removing her cell phone from her back pocket of her jeans. "I'll be right back, guys. Dean, catch Sammy up on what you got," she said, walking away. Dylan stepped outside the room, closing the door behind her, and dialing Blanche's home phone number.
"Hello?" a female southern voice said.
"Hey Blanche, its me, Dylan," she answered, happily, wondering how long it'd been since she'd seen her friends.
"Hey, darlin, how are you doin?" Blanche replied. Dylan smiled.
"I'm good, I'm actually about to leave for Miami, and was thinking I'd pay you guys a visit; I have a couple of surprises for the four of you," Dylan replied, still smiling.
"That's great, how long til you get here?" Blanche asked, her voice full of excitement.
"From where I'm at, it'll take me all of tonight to get there depending on if I stop on the way," Dylan told her not sure of whether Dean would drive all night. "I'll see you tomorrow, and I'll bring my surprise with me," Dylan said.
"Okay, I'll let the girls know, and we'll see you tomorrow. Oh, darlin, we've missed you so much," Blanche said. Dylan's smile grew wider.
"I've missed you guys, too," Dylan replied. They said their goodbyes and hung up. Dylan closed her phone, and headed back to the motel room. Dean and Sam looked up from the laptop screen, noticing Dylan walking back in, smiling.
"What are you so cheery about all of a sudden?" Did you get in touch with your friends?" Dean asked. Dylan nodded, walking over to the table.
"Yes, I did. Strap on your party hat, Dean, tomorrow you are gonna meet the four craziest women in Miami," she told him, smiling, patting his shoulder.
"Do these friends of yours even know of your secret life as a hunter of the unnatural?" Dean asked, looking up at her.
"Both good questions, Dean, but we'll be staying at a motel like we do every other time, so they'll never find out; I wouldn't even consider paying them a visit if I thought there was a chance of them getting caught up in this," she told him, packing her bag, and zipping it up. She then picked it up, and set it by the door, then walked into the bathroom. Dean turned to Sam.
"I don't understand her sometimes, I don't understand women, in fact. How is they share everything? Sammy, you're more of a girl than I am, why don't you explain it to me?" he asked, grinning at his younger brother. Sam looked around, and picked up a pen, throwing it at Dean, who ducked and laughed. Dylan walked out of the bathroom, having had just put lotion on as she was rubbing her hands together.
"Dean, how far is it to Miami?" she asked him, curiously, wiping her hands on her jeans. Dean wore a confused expression on his face. He looked at Sam, then back at Dylan.
"I don't know, maybe six to seven hours; you want exact, you should ask the walking, talking, breathing GPS over there," he said, directing towards Sam. Sam looked up at Dean, his teeth clenched as he glared at his eldest brother. Dylan snorted at the brothers' sibling rivalry, and turned to Dean.
"Dean, look, I wanna tell Dorothy and the others about us and was wondering if you'd agree to meet them," she told him, her voice full of hope. He took the shotgun from under his pillow, and turned the safety on. "I want them to meet the guy I fell in love with, the one I wanna spend the rest of my life with," she said, wrapping her arms around Dean's neck. He sighed, and smiled at her.
"Well, as long as its not like meeting the parents, Dyl, I don't do parents. Never have, they give me the creeps," he said, faking a shiver. Dylan cracked a smile, and brushed a kiss across Dean's lips. "I do have one request, though, if you don't mind," he said. Dylan shrugged.
"Okay, shoot," she replied.
"This hunt is dangerous, Dylan, and as good of a hunter as I know you are, I'd prefer it if you sat this one out. Think of it this way, if anything goes wrong with your friends, you're there to protect them," he pointed out, placing his hands on her hips. Dylan thought it sounded reasonable enough, it sounded like a good enough plan, and Dylan knew Dean was only looking out for her, and she loved him for it. She nodded, smiling, and kissed Dean lightly, fully aware that they weren't alone. Dean smiled at his girlfriend, and brushed past her, picking up his own bag and beginning to pack. Sam stood from the table, sighing, and moved to the closet to remove the clothes he had hung there only four days before. Dylan smiled as she thought of how satisfied with her life she was. Granted, she could do without the monster fighting every week, but to Dylan, she had everything she could ever want: the perfect man, the perfect friends, freedom to live her life anyway she wanted, an adopted family that made her feel accepted, loved, and safe. For Dylan, life couldn't get any better.