Sam and Dean woke simultaneously to what sounded like an entire S.W.A.T. unit attempting to break down their motel door. They gave each other questioning looks and both drew guns. Cautiously they made their way to the front of the room and Dean stood, hand outstretched to open the door, gun ready at his side. Sam went to the window and at Dean's nod he jerked the curtain back an inch. He saw a woman with her back to them wearing what appeared to be very expensive jeans and a tailored leather jacket. In his opinion, the jeans fit whoever she was quite nicely, showcasing her voluptuous bottom expertly. Her dark brown hair was spiraling down her back and stopped just below her shoulder blades. He willed her to turn so he could find out who she was and she did. The face he saw stopped any dirty thoughts he might have had in their tracks. Sam nodded to Dean and he pulled the door open to see Chelsy standing there smoking a light tan cigarette. She blew smoke in his face and he waved it away as Sam stepped behind his brother.
"Hey boys," she said with a wide, fake smile. "You gonna let me in?" Sam shook his head.
"Hell no!" Her eyes bored into Dean's as he stood his ground after his exclamation.
"Why not?" Her face showed real curiosity. "What did I do to you?"
"You pulled a gun on us last night! Why would we let you in? So that we have no witnesses when you try again? Fuck that!" Chelsy scowled and shook her head.
"I wasn't going to shoot you guys. Do you know what Bobby would do to me if I shot you boys? I'll tell you," she said as they both opened their mouths to answer. "He wouldn't kill me, that's for damn sure. But he would make me wish he did." She took a drag off of her cigarette. "Now are you gonna let me in or not?" Dean moved to let her in. She nodded as she moved passed him and brushed against Sam. "You guys got an ashtray around here," she asked and held up her cigarette which had excess ash at the tip. "Eh, they won't notice," she said without waiting for an answer and flicked the ash onto the threadbare carpet.
"What are you doing here," Sam asked briskly. Chelsy watched him with grey eyes through the haze of smoke. After a moment Sam looked away. She walked to the sink and put the spent cigarette down the drain. Leaning against the counter, ankles and arms crossed she broke the silence that filled the room.
"Bobby wanted to me to come by and apologize and to offer you both my services as a hunter." The men were silent a moment before Dean barked out a laugh.
"You're a hunter" he asked incredulously. "Please," he scoffed. "If you're a hunter then I'm a friggin' five year old girl." Chelsy raised her dark brows.
"And you are a very pretty girl, too." Dean shot her a dirty look. "Listen, I'm just doing what Bobby asked," she said holding up her hands in a peace making gesture. "If you guys don't want my help, fine. I can leave, just say the word."
"Leave," Dean said quickly and Chelsy shrugged and started for the door. Sam glared at his brother and reached out a hand to grab Chelsy around the arm to stop her and when he did so he saw that his hand wrapped completely around and even overlapped.
"Stay," he said softly. "We do need you, he's just stubborn. I'll have a talk with him." Chelsy looked at Sam then at Dean and back again. Finally she shrugged her narrow shoulders.
"Fine. I couldn't care less either way. But make it snappy," she hissed. Sam nodded and let go of her arm.
He walked across the room to stand between the beds and jerked his chin at Dean, indicating that he should join him. With one last dirty look for Chelsy he joined his brother. She rolled her eyes at him and left the room to give them their privacy and also to make a call and smoke another cigarette.
"Sam, what the hell do you think you're doing? Telling her to stay! C'mon, what is she gonna do for us other than gum up the works?" He shook his head angrily.
"Dean, the gate to Hell is open. As in things can come and go as they please, and they all want a piece of our ass. We need any kind of help we can get at this point," Sam reasoned.
"She isn't gonna be much of a help to us, Sam. You know what she's gonna be? Trouble, that's what. She's one of those loose cannons. She'd go into a case, guns blazing and end up getting hurt or something and then we would have to spend valuable time saving her skinny little ass!"
"How do you know that until we give her a chance. I mean, she is Bobby's niece. I'm sure she knows what she's doing. And I'm sure he's trained her better to go in crazy like that." Dean didn't look convinced. "Let's just give her a chance."
"Fine. But if it doesn't work, we're leaving her in whatever Podunk town we're in at the time, got it?" Sam nodded.
"Got it." Dean began packing his things.
"Tell her to get her shit together," he said over his shoulder when Sam started for the door. Sam waved behind himself vaguely and left the room.
"…don't want me, Uncle Bobby," Chelsy said quietly into the phone as she took another drag off of her cigarette. When she heard the door close she looked and saw Sam standing there, waiting patiently until she got off the phone. She nodded in acknowledgment of his presence and raised two fingers, cigarette held between them, telling him she'd be a minute. She turned away from him and continued to listen to her uncle. "Well, what do you want me to do," she asked, exasperated. "Get on my knees and beg them to take me with them? Fuck that!" Sam cleared his throat behind her. "Hang on, Uncle Bobby," she said into the phone. "What," she asked him impatiently.
"Dean and I agreed that we would give you a chance and take you with us." Chelsy nodded.
"I'll call you back, Uncle Bobby." She hung up the phone and looked back up at him. "Go on." Sam took a step closer to her.
"We're going to give you a chance. One chance," he emphasized. "Got it?" She nodded. "'Means no waving your gun around, no getting into fights at bars, no getting arrested if it's avoidable." Again, she nodded her understanding. "You listen to us, got it? You do what we say, when we say it. We say jump, you say how high, basically." She heaved a heavy sigh, but nodded. "And please. No more taunting Dean. He's a dick enough as it is without you pissing him off with a smart comment." She opened her mouth to object and Sam silenced her with a glare.
"Fine," she said through her teeth. "But he better not start any shit with me." Sam nodded.
"He won't, I'll make sure."
"Right. Because if he does you could just step on him with your giant's feet?" Sam glared down at her.
"Listen, you said not to taunt Dean. You didn't say I couldn't do it to you." He opened his mouth to retort then closed his mouth, think better of it.
"Do you have you things packed?" She shook her head. "Well go and get them packed, we leave in twenty minutes, with or without you." Chelsy nodded and walked to her car. Sam raised his brows when he saw that it was the shiny, fiery red car from the night before. "That yours?"
"No, I stole it," she said with a grin. He laughed and her grin faded. "What?"
"You didn't steal that car," he said. She smirked. "You stole that car?"
"Well, sort of." He gave her a questioning look and she shook her head. "I'll tell you about it later." She opened the door and ducked her head to slide in. Slamming the door securely, she revved the engine and backed out of the space. She turned left to leave the lot but before she did, she rolled down the driver's side window. "See ya in a bit," she called and floored it out of the parking lot. Sam waved and watched the fifty-nine Impala drive off, top down, Chelsy's long curls blowing in the wind.
Exactly twenty minutes later, Chelsy came to the door of the motel room the brothers shared. They opened the door just as she was about to knock. "Hey, you made it," Sam said warmly. She smiled.
"And she brought a dog," Dean grumbled. "Perfect. Well, that thing ain't ridin' in my car."
"Like hell he's not. Where I go, he goes," Chelsy said and scratched the scruffy looking dog behind the ears. "And his name is Jack, not 'Thing'," she growled. Dean gave her a dirty look. "If you keep making ugly faces like that your face will get stuck that way," she said. "Not like it would make much of a difference," she added under her breath so that only she and Sam could hear as he had come to stand by her when she arrived. He snorted and she gave a small smile. "Are we gonna go or what," she asked loud enough for Dean to hear.
"We as in you, me and Sammy are going, sure. But that dog isn't going anywhere in my car," he said angrily.
"We'll see about that," she said and grabbed the dog by it's leash and pulled him along with her to the car. Opening the back door on the passenger side she gestured for the dog to get in. He barked excitedly and jumped inside, sitting in the middle of the seat like he was a king on a throne. Chelsy got in behind him and sat, smiling smugly at Dean through the windshield.
"Oh, hell no!" Dean moved toward the car angrily. He looked like he could kill her. Sam grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him back.
"Dean, c'mon. It's just a dog. From what I can tell she's got him pretty well trained. What harm can he do?" Dean looked murderous.
"Don't! Don't even say that because as soon as you say things like that something bad always happens. And if anything happens to that car, I will kill both of you and sell the dog by the pound to a Chinese restaurant." Sam shook his head at his brother and walked to the car.
"I thought I said no taunting him," he murmured as he slid into the seat. Chelsy shrugged and rolled down the window so she could smoke a cigarette.
"He started shit," she stated as if it solved the matter. Sam was about to tell her off about it when Dean slid behind the wheel. He looked at Sam as though he had betrayed him for talking with Chelsy and looked at Chelsy with the dirty look she had come to expect in the less than twenty-four hours that she had known them.
"What are you two chit-chatting about," Dean asked as he turned back to the wheel.
"Just bullshittin'," Sam replied as he also turned back to face the front. Dean shot Chelsy a suspicious glare and was about to start the car when a flicking sound reached his ears followed by a faint metallic clink noise. He looked back to see Chelsy attempting to light a cigarette with a shiny Zippo lighter that had a bright green shamrock engraved into the bottom and a name that he couldn't read at the top.
"What the hell do you think you're doing? I don't want my car smelling like cigarettes," Dean said reaching back and took the cigarette out of her mouth.
"They smell like vanilla, don't worry about it," she said and took another out of her large black canvas tote. She lit it and blew the smoke in his face. "See? Vanilla." She laughed as Dean huffed and waved the smoke out of his face.
"Fine. And what the hell is this," he asked snatching the lighter away. Her expression turned murderous. "You aren't Irish." She leaned forward to try and snatch the lighter back from him.
"Give it back," she growled. Dean held it just out of her reach and laughed as her cheeks grew red and flushed with anger. "Give it back, dammit!"
"Why should I?"
"It belonged to a very close friend. Give it," she said and held out her hand.
"Right, like you have friends," he said with a laugh. He tossed the lighter to Sam. Sam caught it easily and shook his head at his brother as he turned and gave the lighter back to Chelsy.
"Thank you," she said and punched Dean hard in the shoulder. He grunted in pain and turned around, starting the car.
"Baby," he mumbled as he backed out of the parking lot. Chelsy put the lighter safely away in the tote and zipped it closed. She sat back and took a pull off of her cigarette and watched the scenery go by. As they were about to reach the town's limits she leaned forward to be heard over the blasting radio.
"Stop here," she said pointing to a gas station. "I need to pick up a few things." Dean pulled up to a pump and handed her a twenty. "What the hell do you want me to do with this?"
"Pay for gas," Dean said as if it were obvious. "Make it snappy, we don't have all day." She nodded and got out, walked inside the store without another look back. "What the hell are you doing, Sammy?"
"What do you mean," Sam asked, confused.
"With her, chit-chatting it up with her, giving her her lighter back? What, you got a crush or something?" Sam's cheeks flushed slightly.
"Nah, but someone has to be nice to her. I don't see what the big deal is," he said. "Why are you being like that to her? She didn't do anything. You act like she just killed your puppy or something." Jack whined as Sam said that and Sam reached a hand back to stroke the dog's head.
"I don't like her," Dean said simply.
"Why not?" Dean shrugged.
"I don't know, I just don't. I think she's going to be more trouble than she's worth. I mean," he said before Sam could interrupt. "We've known her for less than twenty-four hours and she's already got you wrapped around her little fingers." Sam shook his head and looked out the window to see the teen in question walking out of the store with two large paper sacks. "It's about damn time," Dean grumbled. "What did you do, buy the whole store?"
"What would I do with a broke down piece of shit store like that," she said nodding behind her. She smiled at Sam as he got out and opened the backseat door for her. "Thanks." She set the bags down on the floor and the rattling of glass bottles knocking together could be heard.
"What did you get," Dean asked trying to peek into the bag closest to him. Chelsy smacked his hand away.
"Necessities." She reached into the bag he had been looking in and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey. "Two bottles of Jack, twelve pack of beer, a carton of cigarettes, a few bags of hot fries, and a bottle of vodka." Dean nodded his approval.
"Maybe you're not so bad after all," he mumbled as he went to fill up the tank. Chelsy smiled as she reached into the bag and pulled out a small blue box. Thinking that it would be better to leave them in the bag for Dean to find later, she shoved the tampons in between the two bottles of whiskey with a smile on her face.