[I hope everyone has enjoyed the Prologue...it's one helluva mind screw, that's for sure lol. This again, is my First Ever Supernatural FanFiction. I began writing this just after Heart, Season Two. This was all a twisted adventure from the abyss of my mind, and the funny part about this...is... That just after I starting writing this, I came across Eleanore...my White, 1970, Four Door, Hard Top, Chevy Impala. Once you've read this chapter...you'll find how truly...eerie that really is. Okay, enough of my ramblings!! I present to you the First Chaper. Enjoy!]
Being the weekend and no work to think of, early that Saturday morning she convinced herself she needed to go out. Get some coffee, sit at her favorite park, smoke a few cigarettes and just relax. Maybe even bring a book or some drawing paper. She liked the drawing idea and decided to stick to that. Even though she was still shaken over the terrible nightmare she had started her day with, she wasn't going to let it spoil what was left of her weekend.
So off she went, drove to her usual Star Bucks, walked in and got her favorite poison of choice. A Vente Peppermint Mocha with about five shots of espresso. Hell she was in there so frequently the people knew her by name.
"Hey Cat, same as usual?" The young woman behind the counter asked with a smile as she walked over.
Cat thought about it for a second and shook her head, "No actually, can you add another shot?" she asked and chuckled at the woman's expression.
Her mouth dropped. "Six shots total? Are you serious?" She exclaimed and grabbed a cup to start writing it on it, "wow...you must've had a long night."
"You have no idea Jenn." Cat replied softly and dug out the right amount of cash for the large drink. "Here you go." She said and dropped the money in Jenn's hand and walked over to where she would wait for her Coffee From Hell to be made.
Standing there quietly, not really paying attention to her surroundings, a young and very handsome looking man walked through the door and went up the counter.
Cat found herself looking over some comics from a newspaper and decided to sit down at the small table right next to where her drink would come up and began to skim through the pages, hoping that she might actually find an old Calvin and Hobbes strip.
The young man eyed Cat sitting in the corner and then looked to the smiling young woman behind the counter. "Hi there…" he paused to read her name tag, "Jenn. It's okay if I call you Jenn right?" He chimed with a charming smile and she giggled, obviously eating up his adorable dimples. "Can I get a…" He paused and looked over to the Vente thing sitting on the ready counter as Cat got up and went to take it. "I'll have whatever she's having and a coffee."
This instantly pulled Cat out of her thoughts. "You sure about that?" She chimed meeting the stranger's bottle green eyes, "It's rocket fuel." She warned and watched a teasing smile edge across his full lips.
"I'm sure I can handle it." He said in a slow, careful tone, knowing it was just laced with sex. "So, Jenn," he turned back to the girl behind the counter. "How much?"
Jenn looked over to Cat, watched her shrug grinning, and then turned her eyes back to the gorgeous man. "Alright, a Vente Peppermint Mocha and a Tall Coffee," Jenn shook her head, "...hope you like Peppermint."
Cat shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Later Jenn." She said and paused as the young man turned to look at her. "Good luck stranger." And walked outside, vanishing into the early sunlight.
The young man waited, impatiently, for his drinks to come up when his cell phone rang. Digging into his jean pocket, he recognized the number immediately and pushed the green button. "Yo."
"Dean, she just walked into the parking lot and is about to get into...oh man...you're so not going to believe this."
"Believe what Sam?" Dean chimed having grabbed the Vente peppermint thing and his black coffee in his hands and walked out of the Star Bucks.
"You'll find out in a minute." Sam muttered and suddenly the line went dead.
"Sam?" he said and heard dead air, "Sam?! Damn it." Dean grumbled and was right at the sidewalk of the parking lot when he heard the roar of a 350 engine that had to be from a muscle car. "What the...holy shit." He thought aloud and watched as a rich metallic blue Impala, same year and make of his black Impala, rolled by...Cat sitting in the driver's seat blasting 'Duel Of The Fates' from Star Wars.
Just as she was cruising by, she got the strangest itch to look to her right and saw that same, very good looking guy staring at her car as though he'd never seen one before. A smirk danced across her face as she slowed to a stop next to him, turned down the stereo and rolled down the window. "What? Never seen a girl drive a Beast before?" She chimed in a cocky tone and revved the engine causing it to growl. She watched him nearly drop his cell phone and let out a laugh. "See ya around...hot stuff." Cat chuckled, turned the stereo back on full blast and drove off out of sight.
Sam was standing next to the black Impala as Dean, still in shock, walked his way. "Dude, you okay?" Sam asked while trying to hide the big smile on his face.
"She...that car...the music...oh god." Was all Dean could say, his eyes still locked on the direction she vanished from.
Sam shook his head and took the Vente and the coffee from his big brother before he dropped them. "Jesus Dean what the hell did you get?" Sam asked after taking a small sip of the Vente in his right hand.
"Peppermint…thing." Dean turned to look at Sam as his younger brother handed him his coffee. "It was her drink, why?"
"Nothing… I'm just surprised." Sam mused and watched Dean give him a funny look.
"And why's that Francis?" Dean teased and chuckled when Sam rolled his eyes.
Sam ignored the 'Francis' comment, "because it's really good." He replied with a smirk and watched Dean give him another look and motioned for him to get in the car.
Dean couldn't resist, "You're such a girl." and opened the driver's side door.
"Shuttup Dean." Sam retorted doing the same.
"In the car bitch." Dean chimed and got into the driver's side and closed the door. He sighed, and decided to take a sip of his black coffee.
"Jerk." Sam retorted with a knowing smile as Dean started the Impala, backed up and drove after Cat.
"Where do you think she headed?" Dean asked and scanned the small parking lot for her car.
"She's going down to that park by the cliffs." Sam replied and decided to read the letters on the side of his coffee. "Dean...you do know that this thing has six shots Each of espresso, right?"
"Aw, so our little kitty's going to that park with the light house…" Dean muttered thoughtfully and took another drink, realizing what his brother just said. "Six shots?" his brows shot up as he smirked, "Damn, girl wasn't kiddin' when she called it rocket fuel."
Cat parked in her usual spot, got out, locked it up and carried her book bag and coffee as she walked through the lush grass toward a bench right on the edge of the park...directly next to the cliff side. Humming to herself, she wondered why she felt like she had seen those green eyes before. As the thought danced through her mind she shrugged it off and continued walking, sipping her coffee along the way.
Dean and Sam rolled up moments after Cat had made it to the other side of the park. "How should we go about this…" Dean began as they got out and walked over to the sidewalk, "I go catch up with her, chat her up and see if she'll dig my charm?" Dean explained as he and Sam began walking out onto the grass. "Or, we do your approach and bore her to death." He grinned and looked to his brother but was met by an unimpressed expression. Dean gave him a flat look, "Dude, loosen up."
Sam let out a sigh as they continued walking across the park, only about twenty or so feet away from meeting their objective. "I don't know Dean…" Sam started to say and ran a nervous hand through his unruly locks, "I've got this feeling she won't be happy to see me."
Dean smacked Sam on the arm and gave him a look. "Sam it was a vision. A really screwed up vision, but it doesn't mean she had the same one." He replied and put his hands in the pockets of his jacket, "Hell, for all we know it could have been about coffee or something."
"Dean, do me a favor and stop speaking." Sam growled, obviously annoyed at his brother's attempt at humor.
"Well you're no fun." Dean spat like a little kid with a funny comeback and was stopped when Sam went rigid. "Dude what is…?" His voice trailed off as his gaze followed Sam's.
Cat reached up to the bun on the back of her head, and with a flick of her wrist, a mane of liquid flames freefell down her back in waves. She shook her head back and forth slowly and then went back to what she was previously doing. Still unaware that she was being watched.
Sam cleared his suddenly very dry throat and took a long drink of his coffee. Swallowing he took a deep needed breath and felt his heart speed up. There was just something about this young woman that caused his nerves to bundle themselves in the pit of his stomach...or maybe it was all the espresso he was ingesting. Either way, he was nervous.
Dean picked up on this right away. "Sammy, why don't you have a seat at the bench over there." He pointed out a bench that was maybe about ten feet away from Cat. "...and I'll go talk to her. What do ya say?"
Sam nodded a little too quickly, "Sounds like plan." he replied and immediately started walking toward the bench, hoping she wouldn't turn and look his way.
"Okie dokie." Dean said to himself and closed the distance between him and the red head.
Focused on the curves of the creature she was drawing, she blinked and felt an energy behind her...the feeling of someone walking up to her. She furrowed her brows and listened, the mechanical pencil in her hand still, unmoving. That's when she caught the sound of footsteps, boots to be exact, coming up from behind her.
"Hey…" Came the familiar voice from Star Bucks as she turned and there he was, Mr. Green eyes and Dimples himself. "Cat right? I'm sorry but I just didn't get the chance to introduce myself when you drove off."
"It's okay, but…" Her lull of a voice trailed off as she set her pencil down, her eyes searching the handsome lines of his face, "I didn't think you'd follow me all the way down here just for that." She replied in a sweet tone and watched his jaws twitch slightly. "Tell me the truth...you wanted to know more about my car."
"Heh, damn…ya caught me." He exclaimed while running a hand through his short sandy brown hair. "It's a '67 right?" Dean asked casually and watched as her eyes seemed to analyze him carefully.
"Yup, 1967 Chevy Impala. I've had her for a few years now." She replied in a soft tone with hidden undertones of curiosity. There was just something about him that seemed to rub her…the wrong way. Even with his big, bright hazel green eyes, full lips and dimpled smile…something about him was off and she just couldn't put her finger on it. It almost felt as though…he wasn't alone.
As though she was still being watched.
-End Chapter One-