The Family Business 'Verse - Season 10 - Episode 5 - Fan Fiction
"Heat of the Moment"
Act Two
THEN
"Look, man." Sam sighed, "No EMF. No hex bags. None of the props are even remotely hinky."
Christine nodded. "Other than the Charlie Kaufman of it all, I got nothing. You?" She turned to face Dean.
He scrubbed a hand down over his face. "In Ms. Chandler's office, there's just a pile of empty bottles and regret. She's just probably face down in a bar, somewhere. Or a ditch." Dean sighed, "Alright, so what?" He asked, "This-this all...this whole musical thing, everything it's...it's all a coincidence? There is no case?"
"Unless you're seeing something we're not, no, Dean. There's no case here." Christine answered.
"Ok." Dean groaned. He wasn't convinced, but he seemed to be outnumbered.
"Castine?" Christine asked Sam over the roof the vehicle.
"Shut your face!" Dean looked around, as if the world knew what the hell they were teasing him about, "Get in the car!"
Sam and Christine laughed, and slid inside the Impala. Dean followed suit and they roared out of the parking lot.
NOW
The trio returned to their motel room after an unsuccessful case scout at the all girls' school. Mostly because they were extremely weirded out by the circumstances, they took the night off and decided to begin searching for another case the next day.
All three hunters sat with their medium of choice, searching for potential cases in the area. "Well, Happy Christmas!" Christine announced from her place on the floor beside the bed. "You get your wish, Winchester." The sky was just beginning to brighten.
Dean looked up from the newspaper he was pretending to read. "Oh yeah?" He asked, leaning forward murmur into her ear, they had been sitting for over an hour, no luck, "You wearing those red lace panties I like?" He gently turned her head as he trailed kisses along her jaw, the newspaper falling to the floor forgotten.
Christine bit back a moan of pleasure as a shiver of delight ran down her her spine. "Dean," She warned, her tone causing Dean to look through the open door of their adjoining room. Sam sat at the tiny kitchen table, surfing the web on his laptop.
"Why don't you go get us some breakfast, Sammy." Dean called out, swiping the keys from the night stand. "Here." He tossed the key ring, sending it skidding across the tabletop into Sam's lap.
"Sure," Sam grumbled, shutting his laptop. He stood up and stretched for a moment. Dean made a little noise of irritation in the back of his throat. "I'll be back." He grabbed his jacket and closed the door.
"Finally," Dean sighed, "C'mere beautiful." He hoisted Christine up off the floor into his lap, claiming her mouth in a hard kiss. She could tell he wanted more than just a kiss, and rightly so. They hadn't had sex since he became a Demon almost four months ago.
Christine fought the panic rising in her chest, "Dean, please." Her voice waivered, causing Dean to pull back.
"Chris?" He asked, His eyes searching her face for any sign of distress.
Christine closed her eyes against the tears that welled up in her eyes. "I'm sorry." She choked out, sliding out of his lap to stand next to the bed. Her tears fell hot and heavy down her cheeks when she opened her eyes to look at him, still sitting on the bed. "I'm sorry, Dean!" She cried, "I think there's something broken inside of me, and I don't know how to fix it I-I," She stuttered. "I-I'm afraid."
Dean opened his mouth, but then closed it. Lashing out at her wouldn't fix the problem. It was plain how angry she was about the whole situation, and it wasn't as if he didn't carry some of the blame. He heaved a heavy sigh, getting up from the bed. "I know, baby." He murmured. He stood before her trembling form and extended his arms out to her and simply waited. She shuffled forward, and let him wrap her up. "I can't lose you, Christine." He whispered, "I can't bear-" His voice broke, "I can't do this without you." A single tear flowed down his cheek.
It was Christine's turn to be strong, "I know, baby." She smiled through her tears, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to his lips. She sighed, "Just when I think I'm there, the panic takes over again and I-I-"
"It's okay." Dean soothed, leaning back to look in her eyes, he brushed a stray curl away from her cheek, "How about you grab a quick shower? Sammy should back any second with some grub."
Christine nodded, biting her lip. "Yeah." She murmured, not meeting his eyes. "Check out the article I found online this morning. I think we need to take another look at the auditorium." As if on cue, her cell phone rang. "Hello?" She answered, take a few steps back from Dean. "Sure thing, Ms. Salazar. I'll be there at the beginning of second hour, no problem at all." She listened a bit more. "Uh, okay. Yeah, no problem. Thanks." She hung up.
Dean settled in front of Christine's computer on their messy bed. "Guess Principle Salazar thinks you're up for the job, eh?" He teased.
"Yeah, and I guess word travels fast at an all girls' establishment." Christine quipped, "She also asked me to drop a line to the FBI of the new development as well." She gave Dean a wink.
Dean frowned, "Why would she think you-" Then it dawned on him. Marie caught him staring at 'Ms. Wesson' a few more times than he'd like to admit. "Oh. Yeah," He smirked, "gotta love the way girls gossip."
"Marie is going to have a heart attack." Christine mused, ruffling Dean's hair. She gathered her toiletries and disappeared into the bathroom. Once she had the door shut, she slumped against it. How long was he going to wait for her to get it into gear? She shook the thought away. They'd been through this kind of thing before. They always came back stronger. Pushing the dread she felt creeping up in her chest back down again, she turned on the water and steamed her problems away.
Dean pulled the covers back up over their bed and threw the pillows back in their places. He went over to the kitchen table and sat down, head in his hands, listening to the water run. He could feel the mark rearing its ugly head when Christine pulled away from him. He took a deep breath and straightened as Sam burst through the door, breakfast in hand. "What took you so long?" He teased, snatching the bag away from his younger brother.
"Geez Dean." Sam scoffed, "Jerk." He sat down at the table and twisted open the protein shake he bought.
"Bitch." Dean answered with a smile. "Looks like we're needed back up at the school." He set the bag down on the table to survey the contents.
"Yeah," Sam agreed, he took a swing from the bottle. "Christine sent me a link to an article in the paper this morning. A student when missing last night after we left."
"Nice," Dean smiled, unwrapping a breakfast burrito. "We'll leave in, say half an hour?" He asked taking an enormous bite.
"Sure, yeah." Sam agreed, making a face.
"What?" Dean asked with his mouth full as Christine emerged from the bathroom.
Christine caught sight of Sammy's 'bitchface'. "Well Dean," She sighed, "He's just grossed out by your eating habits." She paused to fluff her newly styled hair in the mirror. "Toss me one of those, would ya Sammy?" She asked with a smile.
Sam chuckled and fished a second breakfast burrito out of the bag. "I can run you up to the school if you want, Chris." Sam offered, tossing the burrito to her, "Then I can swing back and pick up Dean."
"Sure," Christine answered before Dean could protest. She opened the burrito, "I'll grab my bag." She took a bite, "Mmmmm." She groaned, "It's a good thing we make a living running after monsters." She gave Sam a wink and retrieved her purse from beside the bed she shared with Dean.
Dean tossed his empty food wrapper basketball style into the trash bin by the door. Sam shrugged on his jacket and headed out to start the Impala. Christine went to follow him, but Dean stepped in her path. He stared down at her for a moment, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. "Be careful." He murmured just before wrapping her up, and pressing his lips gently to hers.
"As always," Christine quipped, "Winchester." She gave him a wink and headed out to join Sam in the Impala.
Things at the school were to be as expected. A few state troopers milled around, interviewing students. Christine managed to corral the rest of the class into continuing to painting set pieces and sewing costumes. The boys arrived on scene and stopped their descent of the auditorium stairs to talk with an officer. Dean continued down the staircase to where Principle Salazar stood observing Christine working with the stage crew.
"Remarkable." Principle Salazar said when Dean reached her side.
"Remarkable?" Dean repeated, cocking an eyebrow.
"Ms. Wesson," The Principle motioned to Christine as she crouched down and marked a "x" on the floor with reflective tape. "She's the most hands on sub we've had in the drama department in a long time." She turned to face Dean. "From the looks of it, you agree."
Dean cleared his throat, "What?" He squeaked.
Ms. Salazar chuckled, "Oh don't play dumb, agent." She pursed her lips, "Ms. Wesson is a beautiful woman." She gave him a wink.
Dean just smiled and shrugged. "Yeah," He drawled, scrubbing the back of his neck with his palm. "Uh, was there anything-"
"On the surveillance tapes?" Ms. Salazar finished, "Nothing."
Dean nodded. "Okay, well I guess we'll talk to Marie and see if there is anything else she can tell us about Maggie or Ms. Chandler that might link them."
"Other than they both were apart of this wack a doo theatre production, I'm not quite sure what you'll find, Agent." Ms. Salazar sighed, "Well, I 've got to get back and answer the barrage of emails and frantic phone calls from helicopter parents that have no doubt taken over my office. Let me know if you need anything else." She shook Dean's hand and gave Sam a wave, then took her leave of the auditorium.
He caught Christine's eye and motioned for her to join him. Then he made his way over to where Sam was just finishing up with a police officer.
"So, I checked with the principal. There's nothing on the surveillance tapes." He sighed, "What the- what the cops think?" He asked, watching Christine sashay her way towards them.
"You know, the only clue they found was by the dumpster. They found the same flower, near Ms. Chandler's cell phone." He held up his phone to show Dean, then rotated it so Christine could see too. "You recognize it?" He asked.
"No." Dean answered. Christine shook her head.
"Yeah, me neither." Sam sighed, pocketing his phone. He motioned to where Marie sat on the edge of the stage. The trio headed over to talk with the student director. Maeve arrived with a coffee, and shoved it into Marie's shaky hands.
"Hey." Christine said, giving Marie and sympathetic smile.
"Let me guess, " Marie sighed, "You guys came here to laugh at me too. Right?" She asked, hunching her shoulders.
"Why don't you tell us what happened to your friend?" Sam asked gently, Dean nodded.
Marie took a deep breath, "Maggie quite the show." She let it out, "She was trying to get us shut down, so we were fighting. Then, she-she left. and I heard her scream." Marie took a sip of coffee. "So I ran outside to help. And...and I saw a scarecrow. It looked just like the one from our show. But...Alive."
"Then what?" Dean prompted.
Marie pursed her lips, "It wrapped her in vines, and took her behind the dumpster. And then, they were both just...gone." She took a breath, "So, I called the cops, and a bunch of adults just told me, I have an overactive imagination. But, it's all real. Ghosts. Angels. Demons."
"I wanna believe." Maeve said with a shrug.
"You should believe. You both should." Sam began, he exchanged looks with his partners before continuing. "Cause its all real. And so are we."
"I'm Christine Elliott." Christine said with a smile.
Sam nodded, "I'm Sam Winchester, and That's Dean." Dean gave a nod as well.
Maeve and Marie blinked, then exchanged a look. Suddenly they burst out laughing.
Dean rolled his eyes and Sam scoffed. Christine just grinned. For once, it was nice to not be taken so seriously.
"Ok!" Marie exclaimed, wiping a tear away from her eye. "Now, look. I'm willing to accept that monsters are real." She cleared her throat. "But those books, are works of fiction."
Maeve piped up next, "And you guys are way too old to be Sam or Dean."
"Oh yeah," Marie agreed with a nod.
"More of a Rufus/Bobby combo?" Maeve proposed, "Maybe."
Christine cleared her throat. Marie seemed taken back a little bit. "Uh, well, Ms. Wesson, you actually could be Christine."
Marie pursed her lips, "Yeah, totally. You've got the spunk, and the heart." She leaned forward a little, "And Agent Smith here, totally wants in your pants." She cleared her throat, and sat back, "But you're not. That would be absurd!" She brushed it off with a laugh.
"Ok. Alright, Little Miss Sunshine." Dean chided, "We are what the books call hunters."
"FBI hunters?" Maeve asked.
"Yeah," Christine discretely pulled out the badge she'd stuck in her skirt pocket, flashing it for the girls with a smirk.
Marie and Maeve exchanged another look. "You guys are X-Files." Maeve mused.
"Sure. Yeah, you could say that." Sam assured, "So, this scarecrow, from your musical, is it based on the one from the books?"
Marie swallowed, "No. I changed it. I got scared of a local legend, when I was a kid." She shrugged her shoulders, "There was this old creepy scarecrow, on an abandoned farm, outside of town. Kids used to say, if it caught you, it would take you away."
Dean took a step forward, "Ok." He pursed his lips, "If this scarecrow is based on your version, then Ms. Chandler and Maggie might still be alive."
Christine nodded. "We're X-Files, alright." She said with chagrin.
"You think the scarecrow was created by the play?" Maeve ventured, adjusting her glasses.
Suddenly Marie's eyes widened with understanding, "You think...it's a tulpa!"
After tearing apart some lore books in the library, the team concluded to take out the object in question. Sam stayed with Maeve to look through some books while Dean, CHristine and Marie went down to the boiler room to lay waste to the 'terrifying' prop. They returned triumphant back to where Sam sat with Maeve amongst the stacks.
Dean announced, "We came! We saw! We kicked-"
"It's not a tulpa." Sam cut him off.
"What?" Dean, Christine and Marie all said in unison.
"It's not a tulpa." Sam repeated, nodding to Christine as she sat down at the table.
Dean cracked a smile, "Say it one more time, but just a little bit more Arnold, like -" He imitated the actor, "it's not a tulpa."
"Dude, come on." Sam scoffed, "It's Calliope."
"Who?" Dean asked, leaning closer to the book Sam presented.
"The goddess of epic poetry? The muse?" Maeve said with an exasperated expression.
Christine slid the book across the table for Dean, "She's associated with this - this borage, or starflower." She pointed to the page. "That's the picture."
"Okay," Dean agreed, "if this is a god thing, then what's with the scarecrow?" He exchanged a look with Christine.
Sam spoke up, "According to the lore, Calliope manifests creatures from the story she's tunned into."
"So….the scarecrow is still alive, and we burned my prop for nothing?" Marie exclaimed, throwing up her hands.
"Oh, that thing needed to burn." Dean quipped. Christine covered her mouth to keep from laughing aloud. Marie gave Dean a dirty look.
"The only way to destroy the scarecrow is to kill Calliope." Maeve concluded, snapping the book shut.
"Right." Sam affirmed. "She uses these manifestations, like the scarecrow, to inspire the author and protect them, until their vision is realized."
"Then what?" Dean asked.
"Then," Sam began.
"She eats the author." Christine finished for him, winking at Marie.
"Okay!" Marie exclaimed, "That's bad. Um...Well!" She sighed, "You get your wish, agents. Let's cancel the show."
Sam shook his head, "That's what your teacher and your classmate did. They tried to shut you down."
"And the scarecrow took them. Protecting you, and the show." Christine stood up, stretching a little, then she assumed the signature 'FBI' stance, arms crossed, feet spread wide.
"Ok, so, the scarecrow is the boogeyman. We got to take our shot with this, uh…" He looked at Christine and Sam for help.
"Calliope." Christine and Sam said at the same time.
"Calliope." Dean repeated. "But, she won't show herself until," He turned to Marie, "Your vision is realized."
"So...what are you saying?" Marie asked, she and Maeve exchanged a look of bewilderment.
Christine settled on the edge of the table, "The show must go on." She said, placing a reassuring hand on Marie's shoulder.
Marie shook her head, and promptly began to hyperventilate.
"Hey!" Dean exclaimed, turning towards Sam, "Why don't you-"
"Why don't you guys rally Marie? I'm gonna, uh, grab some wooden stakes in the trunk and do the blessing." Sam cut Dean off, and took his leave of the room.
Marie sat down, grabbing a paper bag off the makeup counter.
"Is Marie gonna get eaten?" Maeve asked, frozen in place.
"Not gonna happen. Soon as that curtain rises, we're gonna be there to take out this Calliope." Christine assured Maeve, placing ahand on her shoulder.
Meanwhile, Dean tentatively made his way over to Marie, who currently was huffing into a paper bag. "Hey! Hey." He soothed, "How you doing, champ?" He knelt down in front of her.
Marie crumpled the brown paper bag in her hand, "This...This is all my fault. If I hadn't written this dumb play, not of this would've happened!" She groaned with disappointment.
"Ok. First of all, the play is not dumb." Dean corrected. Christine and Maeve joined the pair in front of the dressing room mirror.
Maeve spoke up, "I thought you didn't agree with its interpretation?" She challenged.
Dean sighed. "Yeah, I don't. like, at all." He agreed, then cleared his throat, "But you do." He pointed to Marie, "Ok? And I need you to believe in it with all you got, so that we can kill Calliope, and we can save your friends." He sighed, "Can you do that?" He asked, flicking his gaze up at Christine, then back to Marie.
Christine could hardly contain her emotion. It was always amazing to see Dean interact with kids. It took her off guard that he was so encouraging and gentle with a teeny bopper fangirl. She nodded when he looked her way, to try to encourage him and say that she was right there with him. They needed Marie to be on board with going through with the play if they were going to draw out the scarecrow and subsequently, Calliope.
Marie sighed. "Yeah. You're right." She concluded, "If Sam and Dean were real, they wouldn't back down from a fight. Especially my sweet, brave, selfless Sam." She looked wistfully into the middle distance. "There's nothing he can't do."
Dean rolled his eyes, "No…" He half heartedly agreed, and Christine snickered. Of course, Marie was a Sam girl, go figure.
Suddenly, Marie spun around to face the mirror. "Ok. Let's do this." She grabbed a wig in front of her. "I understudy Sam, so…" She fluffed it a little, "I used this for my one-woman Orphan Black show, last year. But it's gonna have to work for Sam." She plopped the wig messily on her head, "Writer. Director. Actor." She turned dramatically to her comrades, "I'm gonna Barbara Streisand this bitch." She declared.
Christine lingered in the room for a moment after the girls went to rally the cast and crew to get ready for the next night's production. "You coming, gorgeous?" Dean asked, leaning against the doorframe, crossing his arms cross his chest.
Christine sighed. "Am I getting old?" She asked, straightening up away from the mirror. She had been inspecting the tiny wrinkles forming around her eyes. Dean crossed the room and gently turned her around to face him.
"Why would you think that?" He asked, his thumb smoothing along her cheek. She just shrugged. "Maeve already told you, you could be Christine." He scoffed, "Not that you're not already Christine, but well, you get the point-" He sighed, "My point, uh, is, well." He chuckled a little, shaking his head. "My point is that, when I look at these," He turned her around so he could show her the small, faint lines on her face, "I think of how deeply you laugh, and how much you care about others." He pressed a kiss to her temple. "I think about all the times you've looked me in the eye and set me straight." He turned to look at her directly, "I think about how much I love you, Chris."
Christine ate her knuckles for a moment, warily watching the eldest Winchester wax poetically about her deepening laugh lines. She giggled a bit, "Geez, Winchester." She teased, play punching him in the shoulder. You sure know how to make a girl blush." She bit her lip, trying to hold back the flood of tears that threatened to spill over.
Dean chuckled a bit, then invaded her space, pressing her up against the counter. She kept her gaze on his collar, gripping it with her fingers. He took a deep breath and gently gripped her chin, drawing her gaze to his own.
Christine was struck first by the intensity of his gaze, then she lost the battle of keeping her tears from spilling over when she saw the affection coloring his eyes. She shook her head slightly and took a quick breath, "Screw it." She murmured, threading her fingers into his hair, and pulling his mouth down to hers. The kiss was hard, and Dean made a noise of satisfaction in the back of his throat. Time ground to a halt as they continued to kiss. Dean's hands roamed her body until he reached her waist. He gripped her hips and lifted her up onto the counter, spreading her legs, pressing as close to her as he could.
Dean broke contact, but didn't pull away. He hovered with his lips over hers, just a breath between them. "So beautiful." He murmured, he nipped at her earlobe. "All mine." He claimed her mouth in another soul searing kiss, until this time it was Chris' turn to break contact.
Christine stared into Dean's eyes for a moment. "To Hell and back," She whispered.
Dean grinned his infamous shit eating grin, "Whatever the cost."
"Now what do we do, Winchester?" Christine asked, coming up behind Dean after the scarecrow kidnapped Sam.
"Yeah, what do we do now?" Marie asked, having witnessed the scarecrow disappear with Sam.
"Just stick to the plan," Dean assured them, then he turned to Marie, "Keep singing until the scarecrow comes for you." He gripped his stake more firmly and took a deep breath.
Marie nodded and entered the stage as 'A Single Man Tear' began playing.
Christine stayed next to Dean, and kept her eyes moving. She didn't want to be the scarecrow's next conquest. Suddenly the scarecrow manifested behind Dean. "Dean!" She cried, shoving him out of the way. So much for not getting in the scarecrow's path, the creature gripped her upper arms and launched her across the stage into the paper mache windmill.
"Hey! Asshat!" Dean shouted, drawing the scarecrow's attention away from Christine's still form. The scarecrow charged at Dean and before he could land a blow with the stake, the creature swiped him across the face, sending him flying backwards into a cardboard tree. The stake in his hand rolled down stage to wear Marie stood. The scarecrow began advancing on Marie. She stopped singing, and the piano player looked up and gasped.
Marie squared her shoulders and picked up the stake that had rolled to a stop near her feet. The she charged at the scarecrow shouting, "No chick flick moments!" Her blow hit home and the scarecrow grasped the stake and groaned in pain. Dean ran over to where Christine had landed when the scarecrow threw her. She was sitting up, holding her head in her hands.
The audience gasped as the scarecrow stumbled backwards towards them. The creature slowed and swayed on the edge of the stage. Just as everyone was ready to breathe a sigh of relief, the scarecrow exploded, spraying thick purple goo all over the audience. Dean shielded Christine with his body, and kissed her hair when the scarecrow dissolved.
For a few moments, everyone sat stunned. Then the audience member who had actually put on a poncho stood up and began to clap. The rest of the audience followed, giving Marie and the gang a standing ovation. Marie looked around dumbfounded. Dean came forward and helped Marie to stand, "Take a bow, Sammy." He pushed her forward a little.
The audience continued to clap while Marie, Siohban, Dean and Christine all took a final bow.
"Well, you did good out there, kid." Dean said to Marie after everyone took their places for the second act.
Marie grinned, "Hmm, you're not so bad yourself."
"You know," Christine said, "This has been educational." Marie cocked an eyebrow. "Seeing the story for your perspective." She explained, earning a nod of understanding from the actress.
"You keep writing, Shakespeare." Dean quipped, giving Marie a wink.
"Even if it doesn't match how you see it?" Marie asked, adjusting her wig.
"Well," Dean scoffed, "I have my version, and you have yours." He chuckled and opened his mouth to say more, but the lights flickered overhead.
"One minute, folks. One minute!" Maeve announced. Sam joined the group, putting his arm around Christine's shoulders.
"Ok." Dean gave Marie a nod, backing away from the edge of the stage.
"And Dean?" Marie called to Dean, causing him to turn around. "You never should have thrown this away." She unfurled the Samulet, holding it out for Dean to take.
Dean took a step forward and grasped the prop amulet. He studied it for a moment, then tried to hand it back to Marie. "It never really worked. And, I don't need a symbol to remind me how I feel about my brother, so…"
Marie sighed, "Just take it." Then she smiled, "Jerk."
"Bitch," Dean replied automatically. Christine choked a laugh into a cough. Marie had finally figured it out. "Right. Okay…" Dean said awkwardly. Marie just laughed and went to take her place on stage, climbing into the lifesize Impala prop. He rejoined Sam and Christine stage side. "I guess we can go back to staring at motel room walls." He sighed, putting his arm around Christine.
"You know what, Dean?" Sam answered, "You were right. Staying cooped up isn't helping us we need-"
Suddenly they realized "Sam and Dean" were having a very similar conversation on stage, "We need to get back on the road, Dean. Doing what we do best." Marie!Sam said to Siohban!Dean.
"What is that…?" Sam asked, pointing to the Impala.
"It's the, uh…" Dean started to say, "The B.M. scene." Dean and Christine said together.
Sam made a face. "The...bowel movement scene?" He asked.
"No!" Dean exclaimed, "Just...Shhh!" He pointed to the scene before them.
"You're right Sammy." Sioban!Dean sighed, "Out on the road."
"Us against the world." Christine!Gwen said.
"What she said." Sam said with a grin. Dean nodded, and squeezed Christine a little tighter.
The piano began to play, 'Carry On Wayward Son,' Marie rushed over and grabbed Christine's hand, pulling her out onto stage. They had talked about the scene and with the actress who played Christine being sick, she couldn't sing for the show. Christine shot Dean a watery smile and stepped forward into the spotlight. Suddenly she was transported back to where their journey began together as hunters; John Winchester's funeral pyre. After a short instrumental, she softly sang:
Carry on my wayward son
there'll be peace when you are done
lay your weary head to rest
don't you cry no more
The other actresses joined her and they continued to sing the rest of the song
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
but I flew too high
Masquerading as a man with the reason
my charade is the event of the season
If I claim to be a wise man
It surely means that I don't know
Carry on my wayward son
there'll be peace when you are done
lay your weary head to rest
don't you cry no more
Carry on…
From the author's desk…
Thank you for joining me on this journey. It was a lot of fun imagining how the Winchester trio would manifest in the mind of Marie and her friends. It was also a treat to write a steamy scene between Dean and my OC. Its been a long, hard road for the couple, and its nice when they can just enjoy each other instead of feel the pressure and angst the life of a hunter brings.
I'm working on getting back to my original piece, "Long, Long Way From Home." I got severely distracted when I had moved ahead in the episodes I had playing while I cooked and cleaned around the house. Now that I've gotten some rabbit trails out of my system, I should be able to pick up where I left off. Expect an update around Thanksgiving.
As always, it's an absolute honor to be a part of this beloved fandom.
xoxo
Lumora The White