Chapter Two: Husband's and Wives Part One
Summary: A husband, a pansexual, and a brother walk into a house. The Husband says to the wife, "what's that gooey, green stuff sicking to the ceiling?"
Disclaimer: This is actually based on an episode of X-Files, besides we all know Supernatural has a lot of similarities with that show Not that I'm complaining, and a lot of the directors, producers and writers were actually form X-Files… I think; I know Kim Manners was and he was AWESOME, I miss him.
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"We are taking my car." She told the boys firmly, hands on her hips and legs a part in the 'I'm not in the mood' stance.
"Oh no we're not, you're car stands out too much, we're taking my car." Gemma sighed, "If we're going with your story, its only fair we take my car, besides mine is better, you said so yourself." Dean retaliated as he had one finger pointed to her.
"No it's not, no I didn't, that was Edward, and your story was that we were rich people who worked at a brothel, we would have not have received the house with that, my story was much more sensible, plain and it blended in, besides Sam helped with the story so really it was our story."
"We could always take one of Bobby's cars." Sam suggested receiving two glares. "We should take Dean's car, it does blend in more, though I hate to admit it." Gemma glared at him before she walked over to Dean's car and chucked her over-sized black bag in the back before climbing in the backseat.
Sam slid into the seat, been volunteered to sit shotgun. He pulled out a book to study the newspaper clippings that Bobby had given them of the houses in the neighbourhoods and the constant disappearances, using a highlighter and pen to outline the main points of the clippings.
He ignored all surrounds as Dean climbed in the driver's seat and grinned mockingly at the rear-view mirror before switching on his music.
"So, how long will the drive be?" Gemma asked when she finally was able to let go of the pride she had, she could be mature when it came to cars and money. Speaking of which, it was she who was paying for the rent. Yeah, she was smiling smugly at Dean, mocking him without him noticing, well if he did notice, he either didn't care or he found it funny.
"I'll have to push the speed limit," Sam snorted at the comment and Gemma swore she heard him mutter that he never went anything but over, "But we'll be there before five." There was silence for a few moments before he spoke again, "So where are you getting the furniture for the house?"
"Loans, from friends, some stuff I own at my parents old house and some things I borrowed… with every intention of returning."
"So you stole stuff from shops."
"No…" She said extending the 'no' so she had more time to think about a good answer, "I just borrowed stuff, and I'll give it back, I almost always do." She paused for a moment, "Unless they don't need it."
"How did you steal furniture from a shop?" Genevieve looked up at the rear-view mirror to see Dean's eyes connection with hers, she knew he suspected how she did it, just that he didn't one hundred percent know. That probably bugged him.
"I have my secrets Winchester, you have yours lets just leave it at that." She smiled at him before she lay down upon the seat and looked up through the window above her head, watching clouds pass and a few planes go by. "Any music?" She asked and Dean placed a cassette in, she cringed as Eye of the Tiger came out. It wasn't a bad song, just one she wasn't into at that moment in time.
She reached into her pocket and puled out her tiny ipod nano, there was no point getting an ipod if all the music she needed fit onto a nano with room for a lot more. Placing her earphones in she flicked to the play list marked 'Cameron'. The first song to be played was Otep's Special Pets. She missed Cameron so much.
Gemma rolled over so her back was facing the front seat and her head buried beneath her arms so that the boys wouldn't notice see how depressed she felt. Even after so long she ached for her lost lover. But Bobby was right; Cam wouldn't want her to be so sad. So she would suck it up and maybe eventually visit the grave and let go.
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"So this is the house, the house?" She looked at Sam and sighed, did he have to go through this everyday with his brother? Poor thing.
"Yes Dean, white picket fence and all." He glared at the house as a truck pulled up with all the furniture in it. "Come on, we better start bringing boxes in." She said as one of the truck drivers opened the back door for them. As she pulled out a box a family with kids came by and smiled at them. "Good evening." She said to them with a smile.
"You must be the… White family?"
"Yes." Gemma said smiling, "I'm Beatrice, and this is my husband Dennis and his little brother Samuel." She said indicating to each one. Earlier in the car there had been a fight over which of the brothers was the husband until Sam had said that he could pose as the brother who was trying to get a job in law. "Samuel's staying with us until he gets a job in law, he just finished law school." She said smiling politely at them.
"Well I'm Mark, my wife Honey, and my two kids Michael and Danielle."
"It's very nice to meet you all, isn't sweetie?" She asked turning to face Dean who smiled, though half sarcastically. "It's been a long drive." She stated covering up Dean's smile, "But the town looks so much nicer then where we came from, it was so loud there, we didn't want to raise kids in such a neighbourhood you know."
"Thinking of kids, are you?" Mark asked to Dean.
"Maybe." He grunted as Gemma kicked him in the shin slightly.
"Well you look like you need help with the boxes, you have to be done by six and you've only got an hour, it's part of the rules you know." She nodded and thanked them as more families came round to help them take boxes inside, in almost no time at all they were all completely unpacked and ready before six.
"Thank you all." She said waving at them before going inside and locking the door behind her. Turning around she faced the boys. "Anything?" She asked as they walked around the house, Sam pulled out the EMF only to sigh as Dean looked around to see if he could find anything in plain sight.
"No not yet, EMF is been screwed with something." Sam said, "Dean?"
"What's that on the ceiling?" Sam moved over to where Dean was standing under the fan before he opened a box marked 'cutlery' and pulled out a knife to swipe over it and take a better look.
"Looks like the gooey insides of something." Gemma said taking a peek at the substance on the knife
"Or someone." Dean muttered, "Well at least we know there's something going on here."
"Yeah." Gemma half laughed, half sighed, this wasn't a ghost. It was something else entirely. "Well we might as well pack up the essential stuff and sort out bedrooms, it's dinner time and if we go talking to anyone they might shut us out, best to wait until tomorrow."
"Dibs on the master bedroom." Dean said.
"No, you're not having the master bedroom, I'm having it." Gemma told him, "It's my bed after all." Dean retorted with his own comeback to what she said and soon enough the two of them were shouting at each other while Sam walked up the stairs to the Master Bedroom where a few boxes marked 'bed' were.
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At the rectangular, walnut dining room table, which had came with the house including six plain, wood with white cushioned chairs, Dean and Gemma sat across from each other, glaring at Sam who had only recently put the bed together then locked the room with the only key that he was carrying. Which he had stolen from Gemma's pocket, she hadn't realised until she and Dean were fighting to get to the bedroom after she had made dinner, it was fairly obvious and clear that neither of the opposing hunters were happy at all with Sam.
"I poisoned the dinner just for you Sam." She told him with enough ice in her voice to cure Global Warming while also sounding very serious.
"There's another queen sized bed and a couch." Sam replied as he bit into the salad and ham sandwich that Gemma had only finished making momentarily ago. He knew she didn't really poison his sandwich since she had found out about the key after she made the sandwiches, but he still felt slightly nervous over what will happen the next day. He knew Dean would get back at him with some silly little prank that was only irritating, but he had no idea what Gemma was like.
For all he knew Gemma would poison his next meal.
"The couch is the most uncomfortable thing to sit on let alone sleep on and the bed is not the same, it's not the good bed." She breathed out with frustration, "I get the double bed by the way Dean, so you can have the couch."
"Oh no, I will get the bed, you can have the couch." Dean told her plainly as if it were the most obvious thing he knew. Gemma turned her head fiercely and looked him dead in the eye. "Sorry sweetheart, but a cranky, sleepy hunter isn't a good one."
"Then have a coffee before you go to work." Gemma said through clenched teeth, "One of my clients might be visiting and I'd rather have a bedroom then have her sleep on a couch." Dean paused for a moment. His eyes glazed over and a small smile came over his face.
"There's probably enough room on the bed for the three of us." As soon as the sentence was ended, there was the sudden noise of Sam choking on a bite of his sandwich before he banged on his chest hard and took a gulp of water to help swallow it properly.
"Dude!" Was the first thing he said when slammed the glass back on the table, "No porn at the table." Gemma shrugged indifferently as she picked up her empty plate and placed it in the dishwasher before she grabbed a wine glass from the higher cabinet and poured herself a glass of red wine.
"I charge extra for threesomes," was all she said as she walked to the second bedroom, shutting and locking it behind her. Leaving Sam looking pale and uncomfortable and Dean with his eyes glazed over, laughing softly at what seemed to be a personal joke that no one else knew.
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At eight-thirty, the doorbell went off. Though Dean and Sam were surprised at the sound of the ringing coming down the main hall, Gemma, looking unsurprised and actually expecting, came out of her bedroom in a burgundy silk bed robe that skimmed just above her knees, she had tied her hair into an elegant knot with two silver butterfly hair pins and was walking down the cream coloured carpeted floor with freshly painted bare feet.
She turned the glass handle gently after looking at the peephole to check it was whom she was expecting as both Winchester's peered over the couch they were sitting. Both of the men were quite unaware of the fact that the television series that had been watching, was now currently in a sex scene.
"Melody." Came the delicate, bell like sound of a female's voice. There was a quiet, graceful noise as two lips met in a welcoming before Gemma's seductive voice murmured something quiet before she led the new guest to the lounge room where the boys were anything but lounging as they saw the slim, elegant, almost fairy-like beauty that was one of Gemma's clients.
Standing at a petite five foot three, she had lone blonde curls that fell thick to her waist, her nose and chin were pointed and she had large, wide celery green eyes. Her lips were small and delicate looking, contrasting against her eyes that had thick dark brown eyelashes and thin, blonde eyebrows above them, only slightly darker in shade then the girl's hair colour.
"Dean, Sam, this is Valentine, Vi, this is Sam and Dean, the boys I'm staying with so I can study a new character." Dean's eyebrow's shot up the roof as he wondered what the "character" might be for. Role-play, some part of hoped for.
"Oh Mel you really got yourself Calvin Klein underwear models didn't you?" Gemma smiled and kissed Valentine softly on the fairy floss pink lips before Vi turned her head slightly and moved it to Gemma's ear that wasn't facing the boys as she whispered something. "I'll see you boys tomorrow maybe." Vi said winking with grace before both her and Gemma walked to the spare bedroom, locking the door behind them as they did so.
"Dude." Dean said hitting Sam in the middle of his chest with the back of his hand, "Hot, kinky lesbian sex is happening in that room." There was a pregnant pause only broken by the boys gulping and deep breathing, as both looked dead straight at the white door that mocked them with the gold handle and keyhole.
"I know." Sam finally said, his eyes unblinking and his face looking slightly uncomfortable, "but we can't just knock the door down." He paused for a few moments before standing up, "I'm going to have a shower." Was all that he said as he left the room. Dean didn't even wave him off, just kept looking at the door, waiting for it to open or give him a sign. Then a small smile came over his face.
"I think that I might go outside." Dean stated to the empty room as he stood up and turned to the front door, "I think I might… take a walk." Where as Sam had looked uncomfortable leaving the room, Dean looked devious as he stepped outside into the sugary-sweet smelling moonlight. His steps were quiet and smooth as he stepped around to the side of the house on the left, where a room was, with closed, white lace curtains.
Dean stepped silently, missing every twig that may have made a sound had he stood upon them. With stealth, he reached the window and tried to peek inside the room, but whoever had closed the curtains had done so well. Dean cursed softly as he circled the room and realised that the only thing he could see were moving shadows that had no defined shape. For all he knew, those shapes could have been something unrelated to what he was looking for.
With less stealth, he went back to the house to try and get some sleep.
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It was three in the morning when Dean was awakened from the half sleep-like state he was in since trying to sleep on the couch. His eyes opened, but from habit of being a hunter, he didn't move until his body registered the surroundings. Somewhere near him someone was standing over him. He finally realised what awoke him when a manicured finger poked him once again softly.
"What?" He asked Gemma.
"Do you keep handcuffs in your car?" Dean fell off of the couch with a loud bang; Gemma cringed before taking a glance at the room that had a buttermilk-like light spilling out of the half opened door, hoping that Vi wouldn't come out and check what had made such a loud banging noise. "Sorry, I guess I should have been more subtle," She paused for a few moments before she smiled again, "Can I borrow your belt?"
As Dean lay dumbstruck on the floor, Gemma walked over to where his jeans were, and pulled out the belt knowing that he wouldn't mind too much.
Walking back into the room, she placed the belt on the honey oak dresser. She sat on the bed and brushed the curls that had fallen over Valentine's delicate, silky lips away. There was a quiet moment before Valentine opened her eyes again and smiled at the site of Gemma sitting on the bed in an oversized shirt.
"You know what I miss?" She asked carefully as she played with Gemma's buttons, popping a few open though sex wasn't really on her mind. "Your massage, you really knew how to de-knot the muscles." She rolled onto her stomach and placed her head in her arms, silently watching Gemma walk around the room to collect a few items.
"How are you and your husband going?" Gemma asked as she placed oil on her skin before she straddled Valentine's lower back and began to rub the oil in, going soft at first to get a feel of the muscles before she began to place real pressure onto the back bones and muscles, causing Valentine to moan softly in pleasure. "Does he know of these encounters yet?"
"I don't want him to know." She whispered softly between words of pleasure, "I don't even like men, and I can't divorce him and I won't kill him off like someone else would have, I still can't believe that my parents woke me up one day and I was getting married, they had been arranging a wedding behind my back for years." She sighed. "Bert isn't the person I'd marry, I would marry someone like you."
"What do you mean?" Genevieve was careful; she didn't want to go into any territory that would make Vi clam up and shut her out, she had an open relation with her clients, she'd let them talk to her about things they could talk to no one else about, and she'd keep it secret, in a journal of sorts so that she could flick back to it if she came across them again.
"I wanted to marry someone tall and beautiful like you, someone who is courageous and didn't care about money or power, just was nice and made me laugh, and maybe a teensy bit as good as you are in bed, but that's not really important." She laughed before sighing, "Bert's horrid, he's twenty years older then me, he's not very attractive, he loves money and power over me, and his jokes are disgusting." Her bottom lip quivered, "I told him I was on a holiday when I called up for an appointment with you, I just needed a few nights away to forget, I'm so fucking sick of him calling me his pretty little doll." Gemma pulled back at the sound of Valentine swearing. "Melody?" She asked.
"Turn over." Valentine, though confused as to what was to happen, did so as Gemma lifted her weight off Vi's lower back. She placed a hand on Vi's waist before meeting Vi's lips and kissing them as soft as a fairy kiss. "Does he treat you rough?" Vi nodded, "Does he hurt you in all the wrong places at all the wrong times." She nodded again, her eyes damp with sadness. "Give the pain to me, tell me what you want Vi, you're so beautiful, like a fairy, not a doll, but a free fairy who deserves to see the world, let me show you the stars."
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When Sam woke up, he woke up to the aroma of eggs, bacon, sausages and something sweet. He climbed out of the large bed, unlocked the door, locking it behind him, and walked down the stairs and into the hall that led to the kitchen where Valentine was standing in oversized pyjamas that probably belonged to Gemma, with Gemma over the stove with a mug of coffee in her hand laughing.
"Morning." He said, and the two girls turned around with a smile on their face.
"Morning Sam." Gemma said before serving a plate of food and pointing to the plunger coffee on the table with the cups, milk and sugar next to it. "How did you sleep?"
"Better then Dean." He said smiling as he could see over the kitchen bench into the lounge room where Dean was rolling over as if trying to find a better position to sleep in. "Give him a few moments, the smell of bacon will wake him up." Almost as if he heard, Dean sniffed the air and bolted up into sitting position.
"Here Vi, take over while I go hand Dean breakfast and a coffee." Gemma said as she lifted a plate up and walked over to the dining table and poured a cup of coffee and placed two sugars in it before heading to Dean. "Morning sunshine, I brought you a cup of coffee and fatty goodness." She waited until he took a sip of coffee before she said, "Thanks for the belt by the way." At the comment he began choking on the coffee, with a thump on the back, Gemma turned around and collected her plate of breakfast and sat down at the kitchen table.
"So I was thinking that around morning tea time we'll go for a walk-about and greet our new neighbours, there's three pies in the freeze that I'll defrost and no Dean you can not have any, but I'll bake some more for you if you want."
"When did you bake pies?"
"I didn't, they're store bought, but I can bake."
"Well I'll leave before you do that, I don't want them to think anything bad of you, this neighbourhood is freaky I live just outside of it and the people that live here…" Vi shuddered, "So I'll just go have a shower." When Vi left to the room she came from and the sound of the pipes been turned on Gemma looked at the boys and in a low voice said, "Someone else went missing this morning, Mrs Jenkins, I ran into someone at the shops who worked for Mrs Jenkins and they said that she only lived here for six months, apparently she'd come to work in the last week exhausted, as if trying to deal with something, she complained that there were shadows and noises outside her house keeping her awake."
"So does that mean…?" Gemma nodded at the boys before the sound of the pipes clicked off. A few moments later, Valentine stepped out of the bedroom in a different set of clothes to the ones she wore the night before.
"I'll see you later then?" She asked as she stepped towards Gemma, a small smile playing upon her delicate lips.
"Alright then." She kissed Vi on the cheek briefly. "See you tonight." She whispered low enough that only she heard as the boys avoided looking at the two.
"So, we visit the neighbour of this house, the neighbour of Mrs Jenkins and maybe the person who is the head of this neighbourhood?" Sam asked. Gemma and Dean nodded.
"Don't forget the details on our marriage Dean… Dennis, and Sam… you have nothing to worry about, we have to look perfect so don't dress casual, think… fifties household clothes, pants, not jeans, a white button shirt, a jacket and a tie, try wearing navy blue and not black and comb your hair." Gemma said sounding like a mother.
"What are you going to wear?" Dean asked, slightly aggravated at been told what to do as if he were an amateur at the job.
"You'll see."
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Standing in small, kitten heeled shoes with soft stockings, she wore a modest skirt that went to her knees with a tasteful, almost watermark like, floral pattern that was on the hem. She was wearing a shirt that was fit to perfection so it was not tight, nor loose upon her while she had her hair in pin curls with a simple clip holding it out of her face.
On her hand she wore a simple gold band ring, and on her neck a gold chair where she a placed a pendant of the cross in.
"You look nice." Sam said smiling at her.
"Thank you." Her heels clicked as she walked into the kitchen and pulled out the three pies before placing them in the microwave one by one and defrosting them. The aroma of apple, berry and pear pie was very tempting to all three of them. "I, Beatrice White take our neighbour, Dennis will take Mrs Jenkins Neighbour and Samuel will go to the head of the neighbourhood, Mr James Smith." They all nodded the heads before collecting the pies that were on a clean tea towels and walking to their respected houses.
The eerily perfectly manicured lawns with the exactly the same painted eggshell mailboxes made Gemma feel very nervous. As she walked to the neighbour on her left, ringing the doorbell that sounded exactly like the one in the house she was in, her thoughts went over every detail she had of her fake marriage and such.
"Hello." A middle-aged woman said as she opened the door, behind her Gemma could see her husband sitting in an armchair reading the newspaper. "You must be Beatrice from next door, come in, come in." She said with a warm smile, "I'm Samantha and this is my husband Maurice." She took the pie and placed it on a wire cooler to let it cool down. "Tea?"
"Yes please, my husband wanted myself to meet people and get to know everyone." She said sweetly, smiling, "If I'm intruding, do tell, I'd hate to be a bother."
"No, not at all, your always welcome here, you should come to dinner tomorrow night, we'd love to meet your husband and… your brother in law is it?"
"Yes, Samuel is going to be a lawyer, he's a very smart man, runs in Dennis' family I guess." She said with a small laugh. "Though I'm very curious, what happened to the young couple that lived there before?"
"I don't know, they were loud folk though, always screaming at each other over one reason or another, and the wife dressed like a…lady of the night." She said whispering the last part, "Out of the rules you know." Gemma nodded, pretending that she completely agreed with the rules. "Nothing like your family, you seem very nice, do you like to cook?"
"I love to, I hope I can have a nice family to raise and cook for, one of the reasons we moved here was to raise kids, I wanted them to be safe and to grow-up respectable you know, you can't do that in the cities or even some towns, but here… it's a lot nicer and more family like."
"Yes it is isn't it?" Samantha said, placing a teapot on the table with some biscuits, "Are you trying for kids currently?"
"We're waiting until Samuel moves out, so we have more room, it should only be a few weeks now, he's always applied for a job and is getting an interview, he's going for that next week." Hopefully they would have solved this case by then. "Just finished college education, he wants to be a lawyer you know."
"That's nice, our son, Victor, is a lawyer, but he lives elsewhere currently with his wife and two kids, they're visiting tomorrow night so if you come over for dinner then they could talk together, Victor might even give him a few tips." She said kindly with a sugar-sweet voice that caused every hair on Gemma's neck stand-up straight.
"You're too kind." She said with a double-edged meaning in her voice that she hoped Samantha didn't hear.
"What a neighbours for dear?"
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"You come back Dennis, especially if you and your wife are having any… problems." Dean's mind went black as he suppressed any movements that may (or may not) offend the man. "I hope I answered all of your questions that you had about the town." He smiled flirtatiously, to which Dean smiled awkwardly in return.
"Mr Jones, thank you for your time, it was pleasant meeting you." Dean said standing up and shaking the man's hand before exiting as quickly as he could.
"Any time." The man said before closing the door. Shuddering, Dean walked the few hundred metres before returning to the house, muttering to himself the entire time as he tried to delete all mental images that may or may not have jumped into his mind.
Upon entering the house, the first thing he saw was Gemma sitting a top of the Kitchen bench with a coffee in her hand. Stepping behind her he tapped her on the shoulder. Gemma, who had been deep in though, jumped and screamed briefly before turning and seeing Dean standing there – the person who had caused her o jump, scream, and spill some coffee.
"Don't do that." She said, though not completely serious with anger. She placed the coffee cup down and grabbed a paper towel to wipe the small amount of coffee on her leg, "How'd it go?" She asked when Dean had finally stopped laughing at her reaction.
"Well Mr Jones likes me… a lot." Dean shuddered again, "but other then that he gave out no info, honestly I think if there's something on with this neighbourhood they're all covering it up together it's like Pleasantville gone murderous." He shook his head, "So, Sammy back yet?"
"Yeah, he's in the shower – actually, I'd suggest that after him you use it." Dean cocked an eyebrow up.
"Another client?" His eyes glimmered after he spoke the question. "Wait, male or female?" Then he paused, "Don't answer that." He closed his eyes and thought for a moment before opening them to see Gemma blinking at him with mock humour.
"No." His eyebrows went up further, "It's the same client."