A/N: Look, an update. Thank you so much for the follows and favorites and reviews! It means a lot! here, have sparkles. (/^u^)/ *****
So here's chapter two (sorry it took so long, it was on my laptop that i had to pull apart to fix and it took me a while to get the parts). Just so you know, I'm writing this with my friend so that's why some parts will sound a little different.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Supernatural and I am not using them for profit. i just like to manipulate them.
1.5 Years Later
"Sam, I can't."
"Dani please."
"Sam, no. I can't. You're never here and I can't deal with that."
The tall dark haired hunter pulled the slightly shorter girl in by her hips and looked at her pleadingly, his hazel brown eyes nearly begging. "Please?"
The alarm across the room began to squawk loudly, jolting Danielle awake and into a sitting position. She took a moment to catch her breath, closing her eyes and trying to erase the images in her mind, but not wanting to forget the feeling.
Andromeda's arm appeared from under her mass of blankets and slapped the alarm until it turned off. It disappeared back into her cocoon and Danielle fell back onto her pillow, throwing her arm over her eyes. As much as she would like to go back to sleep, she knew her dream would come back, and she needed to focus. She couldn't spend the rest of her life dreaming about someone she'd met once that she would never see again.
Across the room, Andromeda grumbled and groaned, flipping over and tossing half of her blankets off the bed. She knew that if she went back to sleep, no matter how much she may have wanted to, Danielle's dream would have left a residual aura. "We really need to work on your sleeping skills."
Danielle rolled out of bed and started to gather clean clothes. "What?"
"You had another dream again." The blonde pushed herself up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. "Didn't you?"
Danielle's cheeks started to redden. "No."
Her friend sighed. "You were projecting again."
From where she sat on the floor, Danielle made a face plant into the pile of extra blankets.
"Have you even practiced at all?" Andromeda questioned.
"I've been busy," came the mumbled and rather pitiful reply.
"You and your dreams make it really hard to get any sleep you know. You need to practice." Andromeda emphasized.
"I know. But it's not like I try to project them."
"No of course not, you just feel them so strongly you try to push them away and end up pushing them onto me."
"Okay." The blue eyed brunette stood up and pulled on her school clothes-her white tank top, an oversized green plaid shirt tied around her ribs, her jeans that were ripped at the knees and frayed on the hem, with her brown lace up boots. She tucked her double edged pure silver and iron knife coated in salt and holy water into her forearm sheathe and then slipped on her fingerless black gloves over her small silver cross tattoo.
"Have you heard from your dad at all?"
Danielle shook her head silently and turned to her mirror, pulling the mascara brush through her lashes. "Doesn't matter." With her mascara finished, and her eyeliner as well, she stood up again and brushed per pants off. "I gotta go. I'll see you later." She slung her black school bag over her shoulder and left the room.
Andromeda fell back onto her bed and stared at the ceiling as she listened to Danielle brush her teeth in the bathroom and then leave the apartment. After five minutes and a sigh, she got back up and went to take a shower. She let the hot water run over her hair, attempting to rinse away the traces of Danielle's dream from her mind.
But there was one scene that she couldn't get to go away, one where they were all laughing-her, Dani, Sam and Dean with someone off to the side that she could never see saying, "I don't understand that reference." That snippet she tucked away into a chest and pushed it into the back of her mind where she kept everything else that didn't make sense to her. As she rinsed the conditioner out of her hair and turned off the water, she started to mentally prepare herself for the day and shake the feeling that something was going to happen. When she got out of the shower and dried off, she put her pajamas back on and wandered around, putting off changing for school and straightening the already clean kitchenette and living room.
After about an hour, at eleven o'clock, she started to get ready and traded her sweats for her trip pants and her AC/DC t-shirt for a corseted tank top. She brushed her wavy hair and slipped on her black buckled combat boots, making sure to tuck her double edged knife-a twin to Danielle's-into her right boot. At 11:23, she locked the door to the apartment, hefted her bag onto her shoulder, and walked across the street to Red Rocks Community College.
Sitting in the back of her Mythology course twenty minutes later, she twirled her pen around her fingers, already bored from listening to the teacher drone on about Greek gods and monsters, something she already knew everything about. He continued to talk about how Zeus continued to sleep around with mortals, how Hera was a very jealous queen of the gods, and how their children were born and the basic history that everyone knew. An hour and a half later, Andromeda tapped her fingers on her desk to the beat of a Ramstein song, already done with the worksheet that had been passed around.
She noted idly that someone had entered the room, spoken softly with the teacher, and sat down next to her. "Andromeda? I met someone with that name once. Almost two years ago."
"Mm," she nodded, doodling in the corner of her paper and brushing his comment off.
The new student rummaged through his bag and she sneaked a glance at him. When her second of surprise had worn off, she surreptitiously took a picture of his profile. Internally, she snickered.
"You do know there's only like, twenty minutes left in class right?"
"Really?" he looked up from his backpack to look at her, his forehead lined with confusion. An eternal five seconds passed before realization dawned on him and Andromeda did not miss the opportunity to snap another picture of his rather adorable look of surprise.
"Yeah. I don't know how much you're going to accomplish, or why you even bothered coming in."
His mouth hung agape as he stared at the blonde sitting next to him. "Andromeda?!"
She grinned widely at him. "Hey Sam! Sup?"
The hunter sputtered. "What… what are you doing here?"
"I go to school here, duh." She typed a few things out on her phone. "I'd ask what you were doing here but I suppose that it's rather obvious." She waved her hand as if to dismiss a thought.
"Obvious?"
Andromeda looked up from her phone with a raised brow. "You're here for the demons," she stated.
"How did you-"
"We're not blind, Sam." She pressed another button on her phone, slipped it into her pocket, stacked her papers, stuck them into her bag and stood up. "I'll see you later."
Sam watched as the shorter blonde woman sauntered out of the room fifteen minutes earlier than the class let out.
We. What did she mean by we?
Across the school, Danielle stuffed her headphones into her ears and turned up the Nickleback on her iPod. Her head was pounding from the practices Andromeda had told her to do, but it didn't work out too well. As she sat down at the back table, she tried to remember what the lecture had been about in her previous business class, but all she remembered was a headache. Her nosed scrunched up while she attempted to eradicate thoughts of the two hunters.
When her teacher came in, she pulled a headphone out and took a drink of her Mountain Dew. On the table, her phone vibrated with three new text messages from Andromeda, Andromeda's mom and her mom. The two from their mothers said the same thing-the two girls would spend Spring Break down at Andromeda's. Her body convulsed with coughs and chokes when she opened the picture message from her friend.
"Holy shit."
Her hand clapped over her mouth when she realized she'd said that out loud and she shrunk back into her seat.
"Everything okay back there?"
Danielle nodded as she glanced up to the front of her classroom away from her phone, until the blood drained from her face. "Oh…"
It took a moment, but after he saw and recognized the nervous smile Danielle gave him, he repeated her earlier exclamation. "Sorry, uh, you know what, we're just going to watch a movie, and we'll talk about it next class."
A curious murmur wafted around the room as Dean set up the projector and put on a movie about an ancient Greek archeology find. As it started to play, he skirted around the edge of the room, turned off the lights, and then slid into the seat next to younger woman. "What are you doing here?!"
"Gee, hi to you too. I go to school here, obviously. What else would I be doing here?"
"The exact thing that Sam and I told you not to do when we left you!"
"Hey, the demons showed up after we did, okay? And we aren't hunting them. We thought about it, and we were going to if someone else didn't show up to do it. But now you're here, so…" she trailed off, pushing her phone around with her finger.
"And if no one did, how exactly were you going to kill them?"
"With this." She pulled up her sleeve to show him the knife.
"What the hell is that?"
"A double edged knife made of pure silver and iron coated in holy water and salt. Annie got one too. It only cost us a small fortune, no big deal." Danielle pulled her sleeve down again and lightly cleared her throat. "Anyway."
"We told you not to go looking for trouble!" Dean hissed.
"We didn't! It's not like we asked for a ghost to come and try to kill us eight months ago."
"What seriously? Why didn't you call us?"
Danielle raised her eyebrows at him, as if she was expecting him to say something else.
"What? It's a legit question!"
"Dean you left us in a dirt parking lot with stitched up arms and destroyed camping equipment. How were we supposed to call you? And why would we? We know how to deal with these things." She fidgeted with her phone a little more. She got another text from Andromeda and her phone lit up with another picture of Sam.
Dean's eyes flicked down to the screen. "Why is my brother on your phone?"
"What? I don't know." The tall brunette started to blush again and turned the phone off. "I um I need to go." She shoved her books and papers into her bag along with her iPod and bottle of soda. She slung her bag over her shoulder and squeezed behind Dean to make her way quickly out of the room.
"Hey, hey, hey!" The blond hunter scrambled after her and closed the door behind them in the hall. "Hey wait!"
Danielle stopped and turned around. "Yes?"
"You can't just leave after that. Are you still pining after him? It's been a year and a half I mean-"
"Um, excuse you, but I don't know what you're talking about," Danielle snapped. "Yes, it has been a year and a half, but who says that I was ever pining after him?!"
"I saw the way you looked at him when we saw you last and I know that look okay? I've gotten that look from tons of girls and a few guys too. I've seen my brother get that look; I've seen my brother give a ton of girls that look. That's a look of crushing and all that crap."
"So that means that I pine after him for a year and a half after you told me that we'd probably never see you guys again? Right." Danielle rolled her eyes and shifted her weight to one foot. "So what if I was crushing on him? I've moved on."
Dean opened his mouth to say something but Danielle interrupted him.
"You know what, here." She took out a pen and a notebook, scribbled something down, and tore it out to stuff it into Dean's hand. "There's about five or six demons, one of them is my chemistry teacher, Charles Terrid. Try not to kill him. Bring pizza." She stuffed her notebook back into her shoulder bag and started to walk away.
Dean looked down at the scrap of paper in his hand with a phone number and address scrawled on it. "Hey Danielle-"
"Goodbye Dean," she flicked her hand out into a peace sign and turned out of the side hallway into the main walkway that led into the bridge connecting the two academic wings of the school.
Halfway across the bridge, Andromeda slid out of the cafeteria and up to Danielle, slipping her arm into Danielle's.
"So," the blonde started, a grin on her face, "did you like my pictures?"
"Oh yeah, they were great." Danielle reached over and picked a french fry out of the small tray her friend had. "I even swore out loud."
The two walked arm in arm into the common room and down the many platforms to sit on the small stage in the far corner.
"And how did swearing out loud go over?"
"Well, let's see, I nearly choked and Dean is my substitute teacher."
Andromeda laughed aloud and ate another fry. "Sam's pretending to be a student here."
Danielle snickered. "You know, Dean actually asked why we didn't call them for the ghost eight months ago."
"For a hunter, he's kind of oblivious."
"Not that oblivious."
"Oh?"
"Mmhmm," Danielle hummed. "He apparently caught the way I was looking at Sam a year and a half ago." She chewed on a fry and scrunched her face.
"Dani dearest, I don't think anyone missed the way you were looking at him." She bumped her shoulder.
The taller girl only stuck out her tongue.
"Did you tell him about your teacher?"
She hummed again.
"I think we should get back to the apartment." Andromeda cleared her throat and nodded in the direction of the two students that were sitting at the computers along the far wall.
Danielle glanced over at them and noticed how still they were in front of a screen of some video game that was still running. Their headphones were on the table, plugged into the monitors. "Yeah, I think I left the milk out." She pushed the remaining fries to Andromeda and picked up her bag.
Andromeda finished the last few fries and skipped after the brunette, the chains and straps jingling against her legs. Once they got out of the building, Danielle started talking again.
"I told them to come over and bring pizza."
"Yeah, pizza," Andromeda crowed triumphantly.
They reached their apartment complex and hopped the surrounding fence. As they mounted the stairs to the second floor, Danielle went to unlock the door.
"Hey, aren't you supposed to be in class? I thought it was three hours long."
"I don't think that having Dean and me in the same room would work out well. I wouldn't be able to concentrate and I think the other girls were getting jealous because of how attractive he is." She stepped inside and tossed her bag to the side. "Ugh, I need food."
"I think we ran out of rabbit food. But there's stuff for pie." Andromeda smiled over at her roommate hopefully from where she sat on the couch.
Danielle rolled her eyes. "It's not rabbit food Annie, its lettuce." She rummaged through the refrigerator and found some carrots. She stuck one in her mouth and began to gnaw on it.
Andromeda turned on the TV and found The Fellowship of the Ring starting. Over the sound of dramatic music she could hear the rustling of plastic bags and knives. She smiled widely and did a mental happy dance.
In the kitchen, Danielle started cutting apples into slices with the carrot still in her mouth. She suddenly felt a knot in her stomach as she realized that Dean had been right, no matter how much she tried to move on, she continued to live with the hope that she would see Sam again one day. And now that the day she'd been literally dreaming about was here, she was terrified. The carrot fell from her mouth and she attempted to focus on cutting the apples instead of her fingers.
As she busied her mind with thoughts of "this is where I need to cut" and "fingers would you kindly get out of the way of the knife", twenty minutes passed. She picked the carrot back up and put the cinnamon and sugar coated apples aside to turn on the oven and start making the pie crust. This however did not require as much focus and her mind wandered again. She thought about what Sam was doing right now, if he and Dean were actually going to come over and bring pizza or if Sam had totally forgotten about her or if-she swallowed thickly at the thought-he had a girlfriend.
She shook her head as soon as the thought crossed her mind and determined that it wouldn't matter even if he did because she knew that he wasn't interested in her because he barely paid any attention to her when they first met other than to stitch up her bleeding arm.
"Ugh, I am such a Mary-Sue," she mumbled around the carrot in her mouth and pounded on the ball of pie crust dough on the counter.
Andromeda rolled her eyes at her roommate's mumbled confession and pushed herself off the couch to go to the bathroom. When she came out, Danielle was rolling out the pie crust and nearly done with her carrot.
When the oven beeped to signal that it was preheated, the tall brunette pushed the pie in and turned on the timer for thirty minutes. As soon as she sat down next to Andromeda on the couch, her phone buzzed with a new text message from an unknown number.
What kind of pizza? –Sam
Danielle stared at her phone screen for a minute before typing out pepperoni. –Danielle.
Twenty minutes later, there was a knock at the door and Danielle got up to open it.
Sam stood awkwardly in the hallway holding two boxes of pizza from Domino's with a backpack slung over his shoulder. Dean stood next to him with a duffle-bag in one hand and the other on another backpack.
The three stared at each other.
"Hey."
"Hey."
There was another moment of silence.
"Um, you can come in." Danielle turned red and stepped aside to let the two hunters into the small apartment and closed the door behind them.
Sam set the pizza on the table and set his bag in the corner by the door.
Dean sniffed a few times. "Do you smell pie?"
"Dani's making pie. It's in the oven right now and it's almost done." Andromeda pulled a few plates out of the cupboard and walked back into the living. "Bring the pizza in here and watch Lord of the Rings with us. And hurry up, Frodo's about to get stabbed."
