Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters, I do however own Ashley
A/N: Steelers won! Yay! Sorry, home team and I gloat when it comes to my sports teams winning. Anyway, this chapter is rather short and I'm stuck on this story, I've had it sitting in my notepad for a few weeks now and I've hit a block. Any ideas on what you'd like to see, let me know. Next chapter I have pretty much planned out, just have to write/type it. :)
Kill Me Sweetly
The sound of groaning awoke Ashley. It wasn't until she cracked open her eyes that she realized it was herself that was groaning.
"Good morning, sunshine."
The voice was gruff. The same voice as...the day before? God she couldn't remember. All she knew was her head was hurting.
"Leave her alone Dean." This time the voice was soft. She remembered it as the man who had said it would be okay.
Her eyes flew open and she sat straight up, narrowly missing a collision of her head with the one man's head. She instantly grabbed her head though, regretting sitting up so fast as the room around her started to swirl.
"Whoa, whoa." The man with the soft voice spoke again as he sat her back against the head board. "Take it easy."
"Yeah. Don't go yakking all over the place."
"Dean." The shaggy headed man narrowed his eyes. "Are you okay?"
"Am I okay?" Ashley stood from the bed and frowned at him. "No, I'm not okay! My brother's dead!"
"If it makes you feel any better, we killed the damn thing."
The man with the shaggy hair turned to glare at the other man, Dean.
"I think I'm going to be sick." Shaggy haired man lead her to the bathroom before closing the door behind him as he left.
"If it makes you feel any better, we killed the damn thing." He crossed his arms. "Are you insane! She just lost her brother, I'm sorry would have worked."
"I didn't kill him." Dean shrugged and grabbed his duffel. "Tell the chick goodbye and let's hit the road."
The bathroom door swung open and Ashely crossed her arms.
"You're not going anywhere without me." When they stared she shrugged. "I'm going too."
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Ashley smiled to herself as she sat in the back seat of the Impala.
She had ordered she go with the Winchesters, and after they said no, she snuck into the back of the car when the two went to check out. She stayed covered up and unmoving for nearly three hours before sitting up. Smile in place she had asked, "So where we going?"
Needless to say that was a shock of a lifetime for Dean, he nearly wrecked as he turned to look at her and the car started to swerve. Sam, though annoyed at first, found it quite amusing.
That was four months ago, and now here she was sitting in the back of the black muscle car, going here and there around the country hunting supernatural things. Now they were on their way to New York, a haunting in a high class hotel. Apparently people were drowning--in the showers, and getting locked in the saunas with the heat jacked up to the top notch.
Ashley smiled again as she looked at Dean.
She liked him. A lot. And she wanted him, though she soon learned Dean was quite the tom cat. That didn't matter though, she still wanted him.
Feeling eyes on her she turned and flushed crimson at seeing Sam looking at her, brows rose high.
"What?"
"Nothing." He shrugged yet furrowed his brows.
Shit. She was caught.
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