Chapter 2
"Can we have some music on?" Stella asked, getting into the backseat beside Dean.
"Uh, okay." Sam said.
She leaned forward and put in a CD; Warning by Green Day. She started to sing along, she had a surprisingly good voice, sneering like the lead singer and a perfect accent.
After the title song, another song came on. Dean felt hot underneath his new shirt.
Stella sang, "Waiting in a room. All dressed up and bound and gagged to a chair. It's so unfair. I won't dare move, for the pain she puts me through is what I need. So make it bleed. I'm in distress, oh mistress I confess, so do it one more time. These handcuffs are too tight, yeah. You know I will obey, so please don't make me beg for blood, sex and booze you give me."
Dean cleared his throat, loosening the collar of his shirt uncomfortably. Sam looked as if he was trying not to laugh.
The journey continued, Stella put in a different CD which had a song on it which contained the line "I wanna get inside of you" which made Dean almost pass out.
"Wanna be a troublemaker." Stella sang, glancing at Dean. He stared straight ahead, humming Metallica to himself.
All in all, Dean was glad to reach Maine for the sake of his mental health. They checked into a motel as usual, Dean wanted a double and a single room but Stella insisted on three single beds.
"Thanks." She said and winked at the man behind the desk who went red and stammered something as he handed her the keys to their room.
"I'm just gonna hop in the shower." Stella said, throwing off her jacket onto a bed when they got into the room.
"Okay." Dean said, sitting down wearily on the bed next to hers.
Sam struggled into the room, carrying the bags.
"Ever heard of travelling light?" He muttered, dumping the bags down on the floor.
"Nope." Stella grinned.
Sam got to work on the laptop, researching as usual while Dean lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
Stella got out some hair products and shower gel from a purple sponge bag. Then, she pulled off her blue shirt and those jeans, dropped them on the floor and walked into the bathroom in her pink underwear, closing the door firmly behind her.
"Dude, did you see that?" Dean whispered hoarsely to Sam.
"See what?" He said, turning around from the laptop.
"She just... she just..." Dean pointed at the clothes on floor.
Before Sam could reply, the bathroom door opened and Stella walked out wearing a towel.
"Forgot my hairbrush." She said, smiling at them.
And with that she turned and disappeared back into the bathroom.
"Oh." Sam said quietly, looking slightly terrified, slightly nauseous.
Dean sighed in frustration and fell back onto the bed. He listened to the sounds of the water from the shower, snatches of Stella singing. He tried not to imagine the steaming water cascading down her tanned skin, the bubbles from the wash mitt falling down her- "Dean!"
He opened his eyes, annoyed to be pulled away from his imagination.
"What?" He snapped.
"Dad sent us two sets of coordinates. Both here. The first one looks like vampires." Sam said, showing him pictures and news reports of victims drained of their blood, bite marks all over them, classic vampire signs. The local police had put it off to dogs, or bears.
"Vamps? Ugh, I hate those things. We got plenty of stakes?"
"Loads. Dad hadn't seen any for a while."
"Good. And the other one?"
"Not so sure about it. We'll have to check it out later but vamps first."
Dean nodded, "Okay."
A couple of minutes later, Stella emerged from the bathroom. She dried her hair with a towel and searched for some clothes. Sam explained the situation to her.
"Ah vamps, hate those things." Stella said, pulling on a dark purple vest top and black jeans. Why did this girl have to be so fond of tight clothes? Dean thought desperately, it was going to drive him crazy.
"Don't we all." Sam said, looking from her to Dean with a smirk.
Sam lead the way outside. Stella noticed Dean looking at her chest.
"Eyes front soldier." She said tauntingly.
"Yes ma'am." Dean replied, grinning.
She narrowed her eyes playfully and turned to Sam, "Where to?"
Sam pointed down the street to a nightclub. "There."
Stella pulled a red lipstick out of her pocket and put it on quickly. "Okay."
Some irritating dance song pulsed the room, crowded with sweaty young people. Sam and Dean looked quite out of place in their plaid shirts and jackets. Stella blended in with her black leather jacket and tight jeans, black creepers giving her a little extra height.
"Over there." She nodded towards a group of pale men, all in black. Their skin seemed to glow under the flashing coloured lights.
The brothers started over towards them but Stella pushed them back by the shoulders. "I got this, guys."
She made her way through the crowds of people to the group of men. They crowded around her when she reached them, she leaned against a wall, talking to them. Dean stiffened when he saw one of the men touch Stella's neck. Stella smiled coyly at him and raised an eyebrow, saying something else. The man grinned and moved closer to her but froze whenever Stella said something else. All of the men looked scared, even for the briefest of seconds. They nodded at her and walked away, out of the club.
Stella made her way back over to the brothers, picking up a pink coloured cocktail on her way.
"Done." She said, sipping the drink through a black straw.
"How did you..?" Sam asked.
"My brother and I," She gave the drink to a boy without glancing at him, he stared after her with a look of hopeless adoration. She continued outside without a backwards glance. "Were attacked by werewolves out in the forests. I got off lightly." She tugged at the collar of her jacket to reveal a large scar beside her collar bone. "But my brother got turned. Now, he's head of a pack which travels across the whole country. I told those guys that they would rip them to shreds if they hurt anymore people. They ran off, no biggie."
"Okay." Sam said slowly.
They started back towards the motel.
"Hold up." Stella held them back. She sighed, a small smile playing across her face. "It seems some of these sons of bitches didn't quite get the message."
She pulled a bright golden blade out of her bag, bigger and sharper than the one she'd had underneath her pillow back in her room. "Time to go to work." She said, rolling her shoulders back, jumping a little like a sprinter preparing for a hundred metre race.
It was almost as if she liked hunting, like it was enjoyable for her.
Dean watched, as if in slow motion, as three vampires made a run for Stella. She jumped and kicked them back with the heel of one black creeper. Her face was a mask of concentration as she swung the sharp blade, decapitating two vampires with one swing. The light from her blade made her hair look even brighter, her blue eyes shining. The last one, the one who had touched her neck and flirted shamelessly, remained. He snuck around her, pressing close, like some sort of creepy seduction technique, making her spin around, following him with her blade. Both brothers reached for their own blades as the vampire appeared at Stella's neck, his mouth millimetres away from her, fangs bared. But Stella, quick as lightning, swung her blade, cutting his head off cleanly. He fell to the ground and crumbled away into ash like the others.
"There we go." Stella said casually, walking back over to the brothers, sliding her blade back into her bag.
"Right. Let's go then." Sam said, sounding shocked.
Dean was too stunned to speak.
That night he lay flat on his back, staring at the ceiling once again. He couldn't stop thinking about the words Stella had whispered teasingly to him before she fell asleep, "I usually prefer to sleep naked but I don't want to freak out Sam too much. But I know you wouldn't mind..."
God damn, that woman was driving him nuts. He'd never been so hot for a girl in all his life, even when he was 15 and his hormone ravaged body wanted to screw every girl in sight, except Wendy Crouch. She was just mean to everyone.
When sleep eventually came, he remembered a time of his life which had particularly sucked; high school...
Dean hummed Black Sabbath to himself uneasily as he opened his locker. Pulling out the boring necessary books, he slammed it shut again. Leaning against it, he looked around the corridor. Students walked past, talking together. Sam was still in middle school and wouldn't become a freshman for another two years.
Then he saw her. Walking down the corridor, holding a blue file, her blonde hair streaked with purple and pink. She walked right by Dean, he breathed in the scent of her rose perfume, glancing up at him, smirking a little and walking on. Stella's already short skirt was rolled up, showing off long slim legs. She didn't sleep around, but was a terrible tease. She flirted but never let them get anywhere which drove them nuts, wanting more. Nothing much had changed. Dean was her favourite chew toy. Times like this, he didn't think with his head or even his heart. He was ruled solely by something else. Hormones.
Obediently, he followed her to class, slinging his bag over one shoulder. Reaching the doorway of the classroom, he saw Stella sit down and cross her legs deliberately. She looked up at him, winked and blew him a kiss. Almost immediately Dean found himself in a uncomfortable and very embarrassing situation. He turned and ran from the room as the noise of the class's laughter filled his ears.
Use your imagination!
His dream shifted, now he was in his old home. He remembered. Dad had taken Sam out hunting and left him alone to mind the house. The doorbell rang. Dean hauled himself up from in front of the tv and answered it. It was Stella.
"Hey." Dean said awkwardly.
"Hi." Stella grinned at him, leaning against the doorframe. She looked unsteady.
"You alright?" Dean asked uncertainly.
"Yeah." She said, staggering forward a little.
Dean caught her to stop her falling. Her arms draped around his shoulders. She looked up at him and smiled. "You know, Dean, you're cute."
"Thanks." He said, a little confused as he steadied her.
"Really cute." She said, slurring a little. And she reached up and kissed him.
Dean, surprised, kissed her back. He tasted the bitter taste of cider. Stella seemed to gain strength. She pushed him against the wall, pulling the front door closed with her foot. They walked up the stairs, barely breaking apart.
Dean fumbled for the handle of his bedroom door and pushed it open. Stella shoved him down onto his bed and started tugging at his shirt. His hands shaking, Dean pulled it over his head. She kissed him, running her hands through his hair as she did the same with her own shirt.
Dean's hormone filled body had never been so happy.
He woke the next morning, Stella beside him. She woke also and ran to the bathroom. Dean followed her after a minute, asking what was wrong. She pushed him away and got dressed. Dean pulled on his jeans and hurried after her.
"Stella! Wait!" He called as she walked quickly down the gravel path.
She sighed and spun around to meet him, clutching her jacket in her arms. "Dean, just- it was a mistake okay, just forget about it!"
And she hurried away to her car and drove off, leaving Dean standing there, very confused and very sad.
"But I can't forget about it..." He muttered, walking slowly back inside.
So... hey! I'm just back from holiday and I watched another episode and... I discovered Cassie. So she'll probably come up soon in the story. Maybe. Hopefully.
Keep reading and please please please review! I need some feedback people!
Ok thanks for reading, bye!
JAxxx
