31 OCTOBER 2005. (PRESENT DAY)
STANFORD UNIVERSITY 22 YR OLD SAMS POV
"Sam!" I hear Jess call to me.
I look up as she comes around the corner; she is wearing a sexy-nurse costume and adjusting her hat.
Damn she looks sexy as hell.
"Get a move on, would you?" She says to me, sounding exasperated.
"We were supposed to be there like fifteen minutes ago." She sighs, gives me an annoyed look and walks out of the room.
"Sam!" She calls out to me from the other room. "You coming or what?"
I poke my head around the corner. "Do I have to?" I use that whiny voice that drove many, many people nuts back in the day.
"Yes!" Jess exclaims. "It'll be fun."
Knowing that I'm beat, I walk into the room fully.
I am so whipped.
Jess looks me over. "And where's your costume?" I'm wearing my signature jeans, and two shirts and a jacket layered on each other.
I chuckle a bit. "You know how I feel about Halloween." Well actually she didn't. She didn't know that the reason I disliked Halloween was that I knew what sorta nasty things were out there. And dressing up like 'em were not on my 'fun things to do' list.
XXXXXX
We're at the bar now, having fun.
The bar is all decked out for Halloween, including a gargoyle with cobwebs and a baseball hat that says "GET NAKED". Everyone is in costume. Well, minus me, of course.
Jess raises a glass as Luis, in a ghoul costume, comes up to the table where we're seated. "So here's to Sam—" she toasts. "–and his awesome LSAT victory."
"All right, all right, it's not that big a deal." I feel my face flush red. We all clink glasses, regardless of my comment.
"Yeah, he acts all humble." Jess says to Luis. "But he scored a one seventy-four."
Luis downs his shot and so do I.
"Is that good?" Luis asks about my LSAT score.
"Scary good." Jess drinks her shot, too.
"So there you go." Luis comments. "You are a first-round draft pick. You can go to any law school you want!" He takes a seat next to me.
"Actually, I got an interview here. Monday." I inform Luis. "If it goes okay I think I got a shot at a full ride next year."
"Hey. It's gonna go great." Jess assures me in that calming way that only two people in my life could accomplish.
"It better." I sigh, now slightly upset from my thoughts.
Great... Now I'm thinking about Bridgette.
But, I mean can you blame me? The girl's my best friend and I haven't seen her in person for almost ten years.
I know, you're thinking 'How can you be best friends if you haven't seen her in that long?' Well, there's emailing, calling, sending letters, and more. Although, I used to talk to her regularly, college has kept me busy and I haven't spoken to her more than twice in the past two years. A shame too, we used to be real close.
Luis's voice brings me out of my thoughts. "How does it feel to be the golden boy of your family?"
I want to say:
Golden boy? Well considering the fact that unless you hunt monsters you don't mean jack shit... I wouldn't know how that feels.
But alas, I settle for telling him, "Uh, they don't know."
"Oh, no, I would be gloating! Why not?" I can tell Luis thinks I'm nuts for not telling them.
"Because we're not exactly the Bradys." I say, not bothering to hide the bitter tone in my voice.
"And I'm not exactly the Huxtables." Luis jokes. "More shots?"
"No. No." Me and Jess immediately decline.
"No." I add for good measure. Luis goes up to the bar anyway.
"No, seriously." Jess looks at me. "I'm proud of you. And you're gonna knock 'em dead on Monday and you're gonna get that full ride. I know it."
"What would I do without you?" I ask her in all honesty.
She smiles. "Crash and burn." And pulls me in for a searing kiss. All the thoughts of disappointed families and estranged best friends dissipate from my mind.
Damn, I got lucky with this girl.
XXXXXXX
SAM AND JESS' APARTMENT
BEDROOM – NIGHTQ
Me and Jess were asleep in bed when I heard it.
A sound outside the room, like a window opening. I open my eyes. Normal ears wouldn't have picked it up, but my ears are trained from all of my years of hunting.
I leave my bedroom quietly, so not to wake Jess up, and look around the apartment.
A window is open; earlier it was closed, I know it. Then suddenly, footsteps. A figure walks past the strings of beads at the far end of the hall. I move to another part of the apartment and lie in wait. The figure, a man, enters the room. I lunge forward and grab the man at the shoulder. The man knocks my arm away and aims a strike at me, but I duck. He grabs my arm, swings me around, and shoves me back. I kick but I'm blocked, then pushed back into another room. The man elbows me in the face; I kick at his head. He ducks and swings at me, but I block his attack. The man knocks me down and pins me to the floor, one hand at my neck and the other holding my wrist.
Really? I can fight monsters, but not a human that breaks into my apartment?
"Whoa, easy, tiger"
Wait...
"Dean?" I say, breathing heavily.
Dean just laughs.
"You scared the crap out of me!" I exclaim, pissed beyond belief.
"That's 'cause you're out of practice." Dean tells me, still chuckling a bit.
Just to prove him wrong, I grab his hand and yank, slamming my heel into his back and pushing him to the floor.
"Or not." Dean concludes. "Get off of me."
I roll to my feet and pull Dean up with me.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I ask him.
"Well, I was looking for a beer." Dean says and I sigh.
Dean puts his hands on my shoulders, shakes once, and lets go.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I ask him once again.
"Okay. All right." Dean finally gives him. "We gotta talk."
Has he ever heard of an invention called the telephone?
"Uh, the phone?"
"If I'd'a called, would you have picked up?" He asks me with a serious face.
True, true.
Suddenly the light turns on.
"Sam?" I hear Jess's voice say to me
Me and Dean turn their heads in unison.
It's Jess, and she's wearing very short shorts and a cropped Smurfs shirt.
Dean, I will kill you if you so much as think of looking anywhere below her chin.
"Jess. Hey." I greet her. "Dean, this is my girlfriend, Jessica."
Dean looks at her appreciatively.
Great, now I have to kill my own brother.
"Wait, your brother Dean?" Jess asks, obviously very surprised.
She smiles and I nod.
Dean grins at her and moves closer. "Oh, I love the Smurfs. You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother's league."
Dean you better back the hell up.
"Just let me put something on." Jess turns to go, but Dean's voice stops her.
"No, no, no," He objects. "I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously."
Dean goes back over to me without taking his eyes off Jess.
Where's a knife when you need one?
"Anyway," He says. "I gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business." He gives me that look. "But, uh, nice meeting you."
"No." I go over to Jess and put an arm around her. "No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her."
"Okay." Dean says reluctantly. He turns to look at both of us straight on.
"Um. Dad hasn't been home in a few days."
"So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later." I brush it off.
Dean ducks his head and looks back up. "Dad's on a hunting trip. And he hasn't been home in a few days."
Out of my peripheral vision I see Jess glance up at me.
"Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside."
OUTSIDE APARTMENT 26 YR OLD DEANS POV
Me and Sam head downstairs. He has put on jeans and a hoodie.
"I mean, come on. You can't just break in, middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you." He says to me.
Great, now he's all pissy.
"You're not hearing me, Sammy. Dad's missing. I need you to help me find him. And it's not just us." I tell him cryptically.
"What do you mean?" He asks with narrowed eyes.
"Let's just say we're gonna call in a specialist."
"Whatever. You remember the poltergeist in Amherst? Or the Devil's Gates in Clifton? Dad was missing then, too. He's always missing, and he's always fine."
I stops and turn around. Sam stops too.
"Not for this long." I tell him. "Now are you gonna come with me or not?"
"I'm not."
Damn, I forgot how stubborn this kid was.
"Why not?" I ask him.
I swore I was done hunting. For good." He tells me.
"Come on. It wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad." I say as I start walking downstairs again. Sam follows.
"Yeah? When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me .45." He reminds me.
I stop at the door that leads outside. "Well, what was he supposed to do?"
"I was nine years old!" Sammy exclaims. "He was supposed to say, don't be afraid of the dark."
"Don't be afraid of the dark? Are you kidding me?" What the hell is the matter with him. "Of course you should be afraid of the dark. You know what's out there."
"Yeah, I know, but still. The way we grew up," He hesitates. "after Mom was killed, and Dad's obsession to find the thing that killed her."
I glance outside.
"But we still haven't found the damn thing. So we kill everything we can find."
"We save a lot of people doing it, too." I remind him defensively.
After a pause Sam says, "You think Mom would have wanted this for us?"
I roll my eyes and slam the door
There's a short flight of stairs from the door to the parking lot. Me and Sam descend it.
"The weapon training, and melting the silver into bullets? Man, Dean, we were raised like warriors." Sam argues.
We cross the parking lot to the Impala, my Baby.
"So what are you gonna do? You're just gonna live some normal, apple pie life? Is that it?" I ask him, beginning to get a bit pissed off myself.
"No. Not normal." Sam corrects me in an annoying way that's all his own. "Safe."
"And that's why you ran away." I conclude and then look away.
"I was just going to college. It was Dad who said if I was gonna go I should stay gone." Sam reminds me. "And that's what I'm doing."
"Yeah, well, Dad's in real trouble right now. If he's not dead already. I can feel it."
Sam is silent. I knew that saying dad may be dead would get to him. He may despise the man, but he's still our father and just about the only family we've got left.
"I can't do this alone." I tell him.
"Yes you can." He argues with me.
Dammit Sammy, this isn't some debate. It's Dad.
"Yeah, well, I don't want to."
Sam sighs and looks down, his thinking activated, then up.
"What was he hunting?" He gives in.
Yes!
I open the trunk of the Impala, then the spare-tire compartment. It's our arsenal. I props the compartment open with a shotgun and dig through the clutter.
"All right, let's see, where the hell did I put that thing?" I mutter.
"So when Dad left, why didn't you go with him?" Sam questions me.
"I was working my own gig. This, uh, voodoo thing, down in New Orleans." I explain.
Sam gets a shocked look on his face. "Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?"
I look over at him and scoff, "I'm twenty-six, dude."
I pulls some papers out of the folder of the case Dad was working on.
"All right, here we go. So Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago, this guy." I hand one of the papers to Sam. "They found his car, but he vanished. Completely MIA."
The paper is a printout of an article from the Jericho Herald, headlined "Centennial Highway Disappearance" and dated Sept. 19th 2005; it has a man's picture, captioned "Andrew Carey MISSING". Sam reads it and glances up.
"So maybe he was kidnapped." Sam suggests, obviously still not wanting to go.
"Yeah. Well, here's another one in April." I tell him.
I toss down more Jericho Herald articles. "Another one in December '04, '03, '98, '92, ten of them over the past twenty years."
I takes the article back from Sam and pick up the rest of the stack, putting them back in the folder.
"All men, all the same five-mile stretch of road." I pull a bag out of another part of the arsenal. "It started happening more and more, so Dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. I hadn't heard from him since, which is bad enough."
I grab a handheld tape recorder. "Then I get this voicemail yesterday."
I press play. The recording is staticky and the signal was clearly breaking up.
"Dean..." My Dad says. "Something big is starting to happen...I need to try and figure out what's going on. It may... Be very careful, Dean. We're all in danger."
I press stop.
"You know there's EVP on that?" Sam asks me.
Of course I do.
"Not bad, Sammy." I congratulate him. "Kinda like riding a bike, isn't it?"
Sam shakes his head.
"All right. I slowed the message down, I ran it through a gold wave, took out the hiss, and this is what I got." I press play again.
It's a woman's voice. "I can never go home..."
I press stop.
"Never go home." Sammy repeats.
I drop the recorder, put down the shotgun, stand up straight, and shut the trunk, then I lean on it. "You know, in almost two years I've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing."
Sam looks away and sighs, then looks back. "All right. I'll go. I'll help you find him."
I just nod, hiding my gratefulness inside of me.
"But I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here."
Sam turns to go back to the apartment. He turns back when I speak. "What's first thing Monday?"
"I have this...I have an interview." Sam hesitantly tells me.
"What, a job interview? Skip it." I scoff.
"It's a law school interview, and it's my whole future on a plate." Sam defensively corrects me.
"Law school?" I smirk.
"So we got a deal or not?"
APARTMENT 22 YR OLD SAMS POV
I'm in my bedroom packing a duffel bag for my road trip with Dean. I pull out a large hook-shaped knife and slides it inside.
You never know.
Jess comes into the room.
"Wait, you're taking off?" She asks me, a confused look appearing on her pretty face.
I look up.
"Is this about your dad?" She asks. "Is he all right?"
"Yeah. You know, just a little family drama." Damn I feel awful lying to her.
I go over to the dresser and turn on the lamp atop it.
"Your brother said he was on some kind of hunting trip." Jess points out.
She sits on the bed. I rummage in one of the drawers and come out with a couple shirts, which go in the duffel.
"Oh, yeah, he's just deer hunting up at the cabin," I lie. Again. "He's probably got Jim, Jack, and José along with him. I'm just going to go bring him back."
"What about the interview?"
"I'll make the interview." I assure her. "This is only for a couple days."
I go around the bed and Jess gets up and follows.
"Sam, I mean, please." I stop and turn. "Just stop for a second. You sure you're okay?"
I laugh a little.
Define okay...
"I'm fine."
"It's just...you won't even talk about your family. And now you're taking off in the middle of the night to spend a weekend with them? And with Monday coming up, which is kind of a huge deal." She makes a valid point... If only I could tell her... But it would put her in danger, so I can't.
"Hey. Everything's going to be okay. I will be back in time, I promise." I kiss her on the cheek and leave.
"At least tell me where you're going." She calls.
I can't answer that.
XXXXXX
33 HOURS LATER. SAVANNA GEORGIA
"Where are we going?" I ask Dean for what feels like the thousandth time. "And who is this 'specialist' that we're picking up?"
"We, brother, are going to Savanna, Georgia." He smirks. "And about the 'who', you'll see."
I groan. "You're an impossible jerk, Dean."
"And you're a whiny little bitch, Sammy." He says in his, sometimes, annoying as hell, voice.
"Ha ha." I laugh wryly. "And it's Sam, not Sammy. For the last time Sammy is a chubby twelve year old."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, we're here." Dean says as he pulls into the driveway of a two story, blue house. We both get out of the car. "C'mon, we gotta pick the lock." He begins to walk toward the house.
"Woah, woah, woah!" I call out to him. I catch up and grab his shoulder, spinning him around. "Who's house is this? And why do we have to break in?"
With a sigh, Dean finally relents. "This is house Bridgette's house. And it's more fun to break in."
"What?" I exclaim. A smile lighting up my face at the thought of seeing my best friend. "You know if you told me that, I would of come along a lot easier."
"Yeah..." Dean trails off. "Well, I haven't talked to her in almost a decade and I didn't want to get your hopes up incase I changed my mind..."
"And why would you do that?" I ask, although I already know the answer. "Do you still loovveeee her?"
"No I don't 'loovveeee' her." Dean denies, unconvincingly. "I never did."
"Dude, she was hot, cool and loved Zeppelin. She was practically your female equivalent." I scoff. "Of course you did."
"No, Sam, I didn't." He denies again.
"Dean, she's the only girl that you ever gave the time of day. Well, at least the only one that you didn't screw and never think of again. You definitely did love her. At least a little." I laugh as I head toward the door.
"Whatever Sam." Dean says as he falls in line with my steps. "And I did screw her. Incase you forgot."
We reach the door. "Yeah but you were dating her for almost three months Dean. I didn't expect you guys to not fool around. What I'm saying is that you didn't hop into bed with her within the first ten minutes of meeting her like you normally did. Hell, I think that you were nervous just kissing her." I knock on the door.
"Hey!" Dean exclaims as he sees me knock. "What are you doing?!"
"Dean, it's called knocking. It's what people do when they want to enter other people's homes." I say slowly, like I'm explaining something to a child.
"Yeah, but Sam—" Dean gets cut off by the door opening. I smile wide and turn my head, expecting to see Bridgette. But unless my brunette best friend has turned into a 6'1 male with shaggy black hair and blue eyes, that's not her.
My smile fades. "Umm" I stutter. I turn to Dean and whisper. "Is this the right house?"
"I—" He stops when he hears music coming from inside the house. It was Warrant's 'Uncle Tom's Cabin'. "This is definitely the right house. I hear Warrant playing from inside. Warrant was one of her favorites."
"Who are you people?" The man asks with a deep voice and narrowed eyes.
"My name's Dean Winchester, and this is my brother Sam." Dean introduces us. "We're old friends of Bridgette."
"Wait. Dean?" He asks, beginning to glare at Dean even more.
"Uh, yeah." Dean asks with a confused look. "And you are?"
"I'm Bridgette's boyfriend." He tells us, in a gruff tone of voice.
"Wait you're her boyf—" I began to say when a voice cuts me off.
"Dustin, who's at the door?" We hear a familiar raspy voice call from upstairs.
Before the guy, Dustin, can answer Dean smirks and calls out, "Legs! Your boyfriend won't let us in!"
Upstairs we hear something fall on the floor and the the sound of feet pounding down the stairs.
I hear Dean's breath hitch.
And there's Bridgette, dressed in, okay wow didn't need to see that, a pair of blue jeans, and a dark purple lacy bra. And oh god she has sex hair. Nasty. Oh, and look boy-toy, here, is shirtless.
Ugh, it was bad enough seeing it back then after she and Dean did it.
"Dean! Sammy!" She runs toward us, past Dustin and into Dean's arms, that bright smile of hers lighting up.
"Hey, Hart!" Dean says as he wraps his arms around her waist an lifting her off the ground. "Long time no see." He buries his head into her, just as long as ten years ago but now wavy, brown hair. I just know he's sniffing it. I chuckle a bit at the thought.
"Ten years is too long, Winchester." Bridgette pulls back keeping her arms around Dean's neck . "Wow, you look great! And—Oh my god!" Her eyes grow wide.
"What?" Dean asks self consciously, his eyes widening. I have to hold in a laugh.
"You have stubble." She runs the backs of her fingers over Dean's jaw and I can see him beginning to squirm just like when we first met Bridgette. She had dropped her car keys and bent over to pick them up. Dean, being Dean, had stared and when she looked back up he had blushed. I mean I did too a bit, but I was a thirteen year old kid and a pretty girl was in view. You can hardly blame me. Bridgette is like the sister I never had now, and sibling love is as deep as our connection runs. "You can finally grow a beard!"
I laugh, and so does Dean as he says, "Hey! I could back then too! It was a choice not to grow one!"
"Well, it suits you." Bridgette pats his cheek and then turns to me. I smile at her. "Hey Tadpole!" She greets me as she reaches up and wraps her arms around my neck.
I wrap my arms around her waist and squeeze tightly. "Incase you haven't noticed, I've got almost an entire foot on you, now."
We pull back. "Yeah, I did notice actually. Jeez, I mean, you're like a skyscraper now! I knew your voice had cracked, but you coulda told me that you got infected with a Sasquatch virus, too." She cups her hands around her mouth and speaks loudly. "I mean can you even hear me up there?"
Dean busts out laughing and I do too, shortly followed by Bri.
"And it's not a foot," she adds. "I'm 5'6"
"Doubtful." Dean scoffs and Bri hits him on the chest with the back of her hand.
"C'mon," I laugh, "What's your real height?"
"Fine," she relents, "5'5."
When we give her doubtful looks she breaks, "Okay, okay, it is a foot. I'm 5'4."
"Hey!" Dustin interrupts. "Hate to break up the reunion, but why is my girl's ex in our house?"
"Dustin, don't be rude!" Bri berates him. "Sammy and Dean are my best friends. Whether Dean is my ex-boyfriend, or not."
I look at Dean to see him giving Dustin a smug look.
I then turn to Bridgette. "Hey, Bri, can Dean, and I talk to you for a minute?"
"Sure" Bri answers at the same time Dustin says, "No way!"
"And why the hell can't she?" Deans asks, taking a step forward, and his voice dropping an octave.
"Dean..." I step forward and push him back
"She's standing there in her bra in front of her ex boyfriend. Of course I don't want you alone with her!" Dustin snaps at Dean.
Dean takes another, less threatening and more arrogant and cocky, step toward him. "Hey pal, you obviously know she was my girlfriend, so if it makes you feel any better, I spent a lot more time taking her bra off instead of looking at it. So I think it'll be alright."
"Dean!" Bri grabs a fistful of Dean's jacket and yanks him back. "It's alright baby, I'll go change quick and" she turns to me and Dean "then we'll talk."
She smiles at us and then turns, gives Dustin a kiss on the cheek and heads up the stairs. Dean, because he's Dean, watches her as she leaves. Watches below the waist.
26 YEAR OLD DEANS POV
Damn she has really grown up.
I'm not trying to be a complete ass... But damn look at her ass. She was always sexy as hell, but the nine years we haven't seen each other has done her well. When she hugged me she was pressing her self to me and well, let's just put it this way... Who wouldn't get at least a little turned on. God damn, that body! And, okay, I have to admit that maybe I smelled her hair a little bit. It's wavy now...
Still smells like flowers, too.
Although, after a few months of dating, holding her, and spending long nights in bed, I liked to think that she picked up a bit of my scent too. But now, my scent seems to have been replaced by the smell of tobacco.
Does she smoke?
"She's not going with you." Dustin says, the sent of tobacco I hitting my senses like a brick wall.
If he got her into smoking, I'll rip his lungs out and feed 'em to him. His nasty smoke-filled lungs.
I narrow my eyes and ball up my fists. "You have no say in what Bri does or doesn't do."
"As that may be," The arrogant bastard takes a threatening step toward me and Sammy, "Bridgette is in love with me. She's agreed to marry me. We're having our wedding in the spring."
"What?" Sam asks him, with wide eyes.
Me? Well I guess I'm just a little confused as to why Bri would say yes to a marriage proposal from this dick.
"Oh, did your invitation not arrive?" He asks sarcastically, making me want to throttle him.
"Alright... You listen here asshole–" I'm super pissed now and this jerk is at the top of my list. Before I can 'unleash the beast' on my pal Dustin, Sammy yanks me back.
"Why don't you go catch up with Bridgette and I'll talk to Dustin." He suggests. Although, I knew that it meant, Dean, instead of trying to tear this guy limb from limb, go see Bri and tell her what's going on. She always made you such a softy.
"Yeah, alright," I look toward the asshole with a smug smile, "I'll see if she needs help getting changed."
I stroll towards the stairs when I hear Dustin mutter something along the lines of, "Dick." And "If you so much as look at her wrong, I'll break you."
I ascend the stairs and follow the sound of 'Mr. Rainmaker'– Again, by Warrant– playing softly. I end up leaning on the door frame of Bri's room as she pulls on a grey, zip-up sweatshirt.
"In my opinion," She turns to face me. "That's way too many layers."
With laughter that's like Led Zeppelin to my ears, she replies, "Once a Perv always a Perv, huh, Winchester?"
"You know me too well, Hart." I say to her, trying to keep my eyes off of the white, form-fitted t-shirt, under her sweatshirt that clings to her body sexily.
God, it should be illegal for her to look so hot, and me not to be allowed to do anything about it.
"C'mere, jackass." She holds out her arms, and I take no time closing the distance between us, wrapping my arms around hers slim waist.
God, I missed you.
"I missed you too, Dean. So much."
Did I say that out loud?
"Is Sammy holding down the fort with Dustin?" She asks as she pulls apart from our hug and sits on her bed. She begins pulling on dark brown boots, over her dark blue jeans, that come up to the top of her calf
I sit next to her. "More or less... So, I hear somebody's getting hitched..."
Her face lights up. "Yeah! In the spring." She holds out her left hand revealing a huge diamond engagement ring.
"Damn, did he rob the freaking Queen of England to get that rock?" My eyes widen.
"Yeah," she sighs. "It's a bit flashy... Isn't it?"
"I'd say so, Legs." I take her hand and pull it closer to my face, to look more closely at the ring. "It's a real shiny one, that's for sure..."
"Yeah, don't get me wrong, I love it and all, but when I was little I'd imagine a much classier ring. Ya know, simple yet it spoke a million words. It would say how much the man that put it on my finger loved me. But, Dustin says that the bigger it is the more other guys are likely to back off." She sighs, and rests her head on my shoulder.
"Yeah, well some guys are insecure like that..." I chuckle, the scent of her signature peach perfume and flowery shampoo invading my nostrils and bringing back an old memory.
XXXXXXX
10 years ago. August 28th 1996. 17 Year old Deans POV****
I smile at the sound of Bridgette's giggles as I nuzzle my mouth against the nape of her neck. "I didn't think you were so ticklish and giggly, Hart." God, her hair smells good.
"Well, Winchester, why don't I just do that to you and we'll see how you react." She challenges me.
I sneak in one more soft kiss to her neck. "Go right ahead, babe, it won't faze me. Do to me whatever your sexy heart wishes to do."
"Fine." She wriggles her naked body around under her bed sheets until she's facing me. One look at her after sex has got me all hot and bothered again and I'm ready for another round.
"Why are you so hot?" I ask her as I lean in to kiss her. My eyes just close when I feel her hand push my face back.
"Hey, you said it was my turn to make you giggle." She reminds me.
"Well, then. Go on, although I must warn you. I don't giggle."
"We'll just have to see about that, Winchester." She leans in and begins placing soft, little kisses on my shirtless chest.
"Baby, that isn't gonna make me giggle. All you're succeeding in doing is turning me on all over again." I chuckle.
"Maybe that was the plan all along, Sexy." She she says, her voice dropping an octave with lust. She throws her right leg over my waist so she's straddling me. My hands instinctively go to her waist to hold her there, so I can enjoy the view of her naked top half.
"Then, baby, I'm begging you to put that plan into action." I say to her, my voice low.
"As you wish, Master." Bri leans down and begins to leave a trail of wet kisses down my jaw line and neck, eventually finding the pulse point on my neck and nipping at it.
"God!" I moan.
She chuckles against my skin. "Not, quite, Pretty Boy, not quite."
Has she no shame? But I guess that's
why—
"Mmmm...I love you." The words escape my mouth as a moan before I can stop them.
Bridgette halts her motions and sits up so she's looking into my eyes. "What?" She squeaks.
"I-I said, umm, that I uh-" God I suck at this. "I love you, Bri."
That gleaming smile I love so much breaks out on her face. She leans down, yanking my head up to meet hers halfway, and kisses my with so much passion it makes my head spin. When we finally pull apart, we've ended so she's trapped underneath me, our foreheads touching.
"I love you too, Dean." She pants, out of breath from our previous embrace.
Smiling like a fool, I lean down and kiss her again, and as one thing leads to another, we repeat the previous night's activities. A while later I hold Bri in my arms and she draws little patterns on my chest, that I'm almost certain are little anti-possession symbols.
God, this girl.
"You should probably get back to Bobby's." Her emerald eyes lock with mine. "Ya know, before he notices you're gone and sends Sammy out looking for you. Your naked ass'll scar him for life, no doubt."
"I know." I sigh and plant a chaste kiss to her kiss-swollen lips. Then we both get up and dress. Her parents are out of town on a hunt, so we don't have to be quiet or cautious in fear of her dad gutting me alive.
As I get ready to go out the front door she pulls my head down and kisses my lips soundly. "I love you, and I'll see you tonight at Bobby's for that movie marathon Sammy wanted to watch, right?"
"You know it, Cherry Pie. I love you too." I tell her with a genuine smile.
"Bye, Pretty Boy." She hugs me tightly.
"Bye, babe." I turn around and begin walking toward Bobby's house.
xxxxx
God. If I knew that when I climbed through that window and went downstairs that Dad would be there and drag me off to another shitty motel I never would of left. Or I would have at least said a proper goodbye.
And I know, I told Sammy I didn't love her, but if I'd told him, he'd never shut up about it.
"Bri, I'm sorry." I apologize, our fingers still intertwined. "I never should have left you like that."
"Dean, it's alright." She sighs. "I mean Yeah, I was sad, and angry, and confused, but I'm past it now."
"I just hope you didn't doubt that I really did love you. Because I did." I assure her, as I put my free hand on her cheek.
"I know," she whispers, leaning into my touch, "I know Dean. And I loved you."
"Damn," I breath out. "We were just having a chick flick moment weren't we?" My hand falls around her shoulder, pulling her into my side.
"Yeah, might as well slap a skirt on you and call you Deanna." She laughs, shoulders shaking against the side of my body.
"Hey, I wouldn't go that far now." I chuckle along with her. "Or else, we're gonna have to draw you a beard, and call you... Well we can just call you By your middle name... Carter."
"It's not a boy's name, you jackass." She jokingly glares at me.
"It kind of is though, Legs." I pat her legs.
"Ya know, I don't know why you still even call me Legs, I might have let myself go. I mean, c'mon, it's been almost ten years, Dean. I'm not sixteen anymore." She pats my cheek and stands up and walks over to her vanity to put on makeup.
Not like she needs it.
"Yeah, I can tell." I cross the room and sit on the small sofa against the wall. "I mean, look at you."
She applies her peach colored lipstick. "What's that mean?"
"Nothing bad," I lounge against the back of the sofa. "Just that, well, your all grown up..."
She laughs as she applies her eyeliner and mascara. "That is what ten years'll do to ya."
"So, how'd you and the asshole meet?" I ask causally.
"Me and Dustin, were actually together before I met you and Sammy. We split like four months before you came to Bobby's. We got back together towards the end of our senior year and have been together since." Bri gives me a—what is that? Sad? Pitiful maybe?— smile.
"Oh," I trail off, not quite knowing what to say.
"Yeah," She says. "So, this is the first time I've heard from you in almost a decade... What's going on?"
"Bri," I sigh, "I know you quit hunting, Sammy told me, that you did a few years ago, but we need you. I need you, Bridgette. My dad's gone missing."
"John's missing?" She asks with wide eyes. I nod, sadly. "And you want me to help you and Sammy find him?"
"Please, Bri." I plead.
She looks like she's having an internal argument with herself before slowly grinning. "Well, gosh, how can I say no to that face?" She teases, lifting my mood. "I'll help you guys."
"Yes!" I leap up and pull her off of her chair. I spin her around, and she winds her legs around my waist to stay steady. "Thadda girl!"
She giggles, "Put me down, Pretty Boy, or I can promise you that there'll be puke down your back."
I chuckle as I set her down. "Let me just get into my 'Hunter's Attire' quick, and pack. I'll be down in a few."
I flash her a smirk, "You sure you don't need help, Cherry Pie?"
She groans,"Oh god, I was hoping you forgot about that nickname..."
"Bri, you were so drunk that time that you practically gave me a lap dance to 'Cherry Pie'... While Sam was in the room." I remind her, laughing.
"Shut up and get outta here!" She scolds me, trying to to laugh and failing.
I raise my hands in mock surrender and leave her room. I head back downstairs.
"D'you ask her?" Sam asks me when I stand next to him.
I send a smug look Dustin's way. "Yeah, I did, right after the hot sex anyway."
Sammy lands a whack on my shoulder. Dustin looks confused. "Ask her what?"
"I'm going on the road with the guys for awhile." We all look up to see Bridgette descending the stairs, a duffel bag slung around her shoulders. She's now dressed in light blue, ripped jeans, black combat boots and a black leather jacket, zipped up. Her blonde hair is up in a bun, and her makeup is the same. I can see a tattoo on the back of her neck of three ravens.
"What do you mean 'going on the road'?" The douchebag asks her with narrowed eyes.
"Sammy and Dean's dad has been on a hunting trip up in the woods in Michigan for a while. They haven't heard from him, so we're gonna bring him home." Bri lies flawlessly.
That's my girl.
"Why can't they do it?" Dustin pushes. "Why do they need you?"
"Dustin, my best friends need my help. I'm going whether you like it or not." She begins walking toward me and Sammy.
"If you walk out that door we're over."
**** 25 YEAR OLD BRIDGETTES POV
WAIT.
What did he just say?
"Excuse me?" I turn around and ask, not thinking that I heard him correctly. "What'd you say?"
"You heard me, Bridgette." He steps toward me. "You walk out that door, we're over. I won't let you go with him for God knows how long, when he's your ex boyfriend."
"So you don't trust me?" He stays silent. I turn to the boys. One look at them tells me that the want and need my help.
What the hell do I do?
On one hand Dustin's kinda a control freak. And he can be an ass. And he won't let me have any guy friends.
Ya know what? Screw this shit! He was just a rebound that went on far too long.
Turning back to Dustin, I slip the cold, silver engagement ring off of my left hand and take his hand. I put the ring on it and with my other hand, close his fist. "I'm sorry Dustin. But they need me and you obviously don't trust me as much as you should considering we've been together almost eight years, not counting freshman and sophomore year of high school. To be honest, you've never trusted me. Luc Ashfield... You remember Luc, right? I had been friends with him since the third grade and you gave me the most ridiculous ultimatum: Him or you. And the it was other guy friends or you. And then it was going out on Friday nights to a party or a football game with the girls or you."
I can feel the angry tears gathering in my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. "Eventually it was everything or you, Dustin! And that was only Freshman and Sophomore years! I finally caught wind of the way you treated me and broke it off. Then I met Dean. And he is singlehandedly one of the most caring, and sweet and generous guys I've ever met. He blows you out of the goddamn water! And after he left, yeah, of course I slept with a guy or two, eventually, but damn. And can you blame me? I wanted to enjoy my freedom. Senior year you were my rebound! I was crushed that the guy I loved moved away and you were the only person that I didn't feel that bad about using. Dean was the only man that I could see a future with! I settled for you! So screw you and your ultimatums. The first thing I'm doing when I get far far away from you is getting drunk off shots of tequila and hooking up with some guy I've just met!"
I turn around and walk toward the door. As an after thought I add, "You suck in bed anyways. And you always leave a nasty tobacco aftertaste in my mouth. For god sake it's called brushing your teeth, or eating a mint or something, Jesus!
I turn on my heels, go outside and walk to the Impala in the driveway, that I know is Dean's. He told me all about it, and how it would be his one day. Once I get to it, I slide into the backseat and let the tears start falling freely. Sammy and Dean get into the driver and passenger seats. We begin to drive away in silence. All I can think is:
What the hell just happened?
