It took longer than I thought, but I have this stupid thing where I get ALWAYS get writer's block at the third chapter. Always the third chapter and it's for EVERY story I have EVER written, so that's why it took me so long!
I'll be honest, I'm a little iffy about the end. I think it's okay, but not as good as it could have been. Guess that's tying into the Third-Chapter-Block.
Anyway! Here's the chapter! :D
Chapter III.
Deanna turns to Cassie straight away, and she doesn't even say anything, but Cassie nods her head and with a flutter of her wings, she disappears.
'Bobbie, Cassie should be with you? Is she? Bobbie?'
'I'm standing right here, you idjit.' Bobbie says and Deanna's head whips around to look at her, a wide smile breaking on her face at seeing Bobbie again; her Bobbie. She's tempted to hug her but then she realises that Bobbie wouldn't like that, and well, she's only been gone for… not even a day, and she's been away from Bobbie for longer.
But it feels like they've been here for years. Maybe that's why she's tempted to give her a big hug… but Deanna knows better, so she doesn't.
'So, does someone want to tell me what the hell is going on?' Bobbie questions, looking around herself and when her eyes land on the scruffy looking man sitting behind what should be her desk, her eyebrow raises.
'How did you get here, Bobbie?' Deanna questions, pulling the older woman away from her male form.
'Uh, no idea,' she retorts, looking around the room like it was the craziest thing she has ever seen. 'One minute I was giving a hunter advice on how to deal with a Wendigo, went to get a beer, ended up here.'
'But that's nowhere near where we crossed. We were tracking a Vampire's nest in Missouri; how the hell is this "tear" working?' Samantha asks and as she looks around the room, she sees everyone looking puzzled, except her sister and their Angel, who were staring at each other; staring at each other in that way that makes Sam feel like she's interrupting something. An unspoken conversation - or declaration of love - whatever.
'You two got an idea?' She questions and watches as Deanna blinks and tears her eyes away from Cassie, moving her gaze onto Sam.
'Sort of. Did she land in the same place?' Deanna turns back to Cassie.
Cassie nods once, 'Yes.'
'So the cross point isn't the same, but the destination is? What does that mean?' Sam wonders aloud and Deanna turns to look at him, raising her eyebrow because she was sure that's what her sister was about to ask.
'That we need to have a look at this field again.' Deanna murmurs turning back to Cassie with a small smile on her face. Without saying another word, Cassie walks forward and grabs Deanna's hand, before grabbing ahold of Sammy, who in turn grabbed Bobbie before she could protest.
There was a fluter of wings, then they were gone.
'We following or…?' Sam looks around himself, trying to get an answer because he can't decide if he wants to follow these women, or get as far away from them as possible… huh, now he knew how other people felt about them.
'Probably. But I ain't holding your hand.' Bobby mutters as he stands from the seat behind his desk and walks over to stand beside the boys.
'C'mon, Cas, do your magic.' Dean grins but it falls from his face when he's literally flying at Angel speed, and once again he feels sick. Always feels sick when Cas does this and wishes that he didn't have to do it. He hated flying in aeroplanes; he hated flying with Cas. Safety was driving Baby. That was safe. Even when they were crashed into by a truck it was safe.
'Any chance you've found out why everyone lands here already?' Dean smirks but is just answered by an eye roll from Deanna, and wow, does he always look that sick fed up when someone - that isn't him - makes a sarcastic comment?
'Yeah, 'cause our years of bad luck has just decided to run out.'
'Castiel and I will scan the area.' Cassie declares and with a rustle of wings, both Cas and her disappear.
'Is there a reason we came here if they were just going to do it themselves?' Bobbie grumbles, because yeah, she's still a hunter, but she hardly hunts anymore. She does the research, she answers the phone calls, pretending to by FBI, State Police, Ranger, whatever the hell the younger hunters need, she'll give them it. She was at home in her library now; only rare occasions caught her out on a real hunt, and most of them were because Deanna and Sammy really needed the extra help.
Deanna thinks about saying something witty in reply, but before she can she can hear the wings, then she can feel Cassie, standing too close to her that she can feel the heat off her body and her trench coat is brushing against Deanna's leg. But she's not going to complain like she normally does; she'd take this closeness any day. Better than not seeing Cassie for weeks on end.
'See anything?' Sammy asks.
Deanna finally turns to look at Cassie and just sees her shake her head briefly.
'There is no tear like we thought.' Cas speaks and Deanna sees that he's standing as close to Dean, and just like Deanna, Dean's making no move to step away from him. Her eyes catch Dean's and she gives a small smirk.
'But there clearly is, otherwise they wouldn't be here.' Dean says just so he can look away from Deanna and that stupid smirk that she's wearing. She's got a cheek to talk, she's the one that looks like she's ready to take Cassie's hand.
'Well… what if it's a random thing?' Sam offers. When everyone turns to look at him, he elaborates, 'It's not always open, but when it does it opens here and anyone can walk through it, but it can close again whenever it wants.'
Deanna nods her head and gives Dean a small nod of appreciation. Just as smart as her Sammy.
'It would certainly explain why it is not here at the moment, and why we could not see it.' Cassie slowly nods and Deanna gives Samantha a wide grin.
'I think he's smarter than you, Sammy.' She quips as she finally takes a small step away from Cassie, and she sees how Cassie gives a small frown but Deanna doesn't think on it, because she knows if she does, nothing good can come of it.
'How can he be smarter than me? He is me!' Sammy retorts, glaring at her sister before casting a glance at Sam who was looking at her in interest. 'You know, in someway he is me.'
'So, let me get this straight,' Dean interrupts the joking between the two sisters, and Deanna notices that he too had put more distance between him and his Angel. She wants to smirk at it, probably would if it was anyone else, but it just reminds her that even as a dude she can't come to grips with how she feels about Castiel.
She shakes her head minutely as Dean continues, 'We've got some random tear in time that just opens whenever the hell it wants to, and spits people out in the random field, where they probably exist but as a dude? Or a gal if they're already a dude.' He adds as a second thought.
His eyes turn to Cas who's looking the same way he always does, unlike the rest of them, who're all freaking out about this predicament. Does the guy ever get weirded out?
'Yes.' Cas answers and Dean gives a unamused smile.
'Awesome.'
'Yeah, there's nothing better than chasing our asses around in circles 'cause we don't have a clue about what we're hunting.'
'Exactly.' Dean confirms, sending Deanna a small smirk of approval at that before turning back to Cas.
'Look, if there's nothing of interest, why are we still standing here?' Bobby asks and Deanna gives a smirk at the familiar drawl but in a masculine tone. 'Might as well and go back, do some research, we might be able to work out when this will open. Maybe it's random, maybe it ain't, but we need to figure it out.'
Without waiting for instructions, Cassie steps forward and grabs Deanna and Sam's hand, and waits until Sam has grabbed ahold of Bobbie before taking them back to Bobby's.
A second later, the boys landed.
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Bobby and Bobbie were quick to sort through the books, handing each of them two books at least, making them sit down and read them, cover to cover until they got their heads around what was happening; to see if it had ever happened before.
Deanna had hoped for a split second that Cassie was going to be staying, but as soon as they had brought everyone back, both Cas and Cassie turned around and said they would do their own research, but be back later. Before Deanna, or Dean, because he looked as disappointed as Deanna felt, could protest, the sound of wings filled the air and they were gone.
Deanna got a beer after that to stop herself from grumbling or pouting and sat down with one of the three books Bobbie handed her.
But about an hour after that, she couldn't stand being in here anymore. Not sure why, she just needed to get away because, sure, Bobbie was here, and Sammy, but there was one person that should be here that wasn't, and just being in a crowded room was the last thing she needed.
So, she stood from her chair, gathered her books and grabbed a fresh bottle of beer from the fridge before heading outside.
She sits down behind the great big tree that she used to sit at when she was hiding from her dad. She very rarely did it, always keen to fulfil his orders, but when Bobbie said she was going to take her to the park and Dad said no, that's when she'd run and hide; unable to choose between Bobbie and Dad. Afraid of disappointing one or causing another fight.
She slides down the bark and sets the bottle in between her thighs before opening the book at where she left it. But a moment later, she hears the soft patter of boots hitting the grass, and she realises that someone is following her. If it's Sammy, she's going to kill her.
But as she looks up, she comes face to face with Dean and she frowns. He says nothing as he sits down beside her, following her example of placing the beer between his thighs before he turns to her with a raised eyebrow.
'What?'
He gives a half smirk before turning away for a second, then speaking, 'You look exactly like my mom. Well, our mom. When she was young.'
She sets the book aside and turns her head to the side, running a hand through her blonde hair.
'Take it you've been back in time too? Told by Castiel to "stop it"? But you couldn't stop it. I wanted to break her neck then; all that pain, watching why she did it, who got caught in the crossfire, then being told I couldn't stop it. I don't think I talked to her for a week after that.' She mutters softly, turning back to him and biting her lip.
She doesn't say a word to agree with him on whether she looks like Mary, because she already knows it; been told by John when she was young that she looked like Mary. And after seeing her in real life, knowing her and trying to save her from Yellow-Eyes, she knew that she was pretty much her mother's image. But she couldn't talk about her. Not even to someone who was her just as a man.
He gives a chuckle, 'He was a pain in the ass at the beginning.'
'"At the beginning"? She's still a pain in the ass now.' Deanna grumbles. So, she was unwilling to talk about her mother, but completely willing to talk feelings about her Angel? Yeah. That made sense.
Dean says nothing, just raising his bottle of beer to his lips and taking a sip, but Deanna knows he agrees with her. Knows that it's not because of the way she acts that she's a pain in the ass, and it's nice to be talking to Dean because in the end, he's had these thoughts, knows what she's thinking so she doesn't have to say it. That's why she couldn't talk to Sammy, because she'd have to explain herself and that'd mean admitting it aloud, and if she admitted it aloud, that would make it true. She was much happier to live in her own little world of denial, thank you very much.
'Do you ever find yourself missing the black-and-whiteness of Hell? There was getting pain and giving pain, nothing else. No blurred lines, no mixed feelings, hell, there weren't any feelings for the person you tortured, no questions. Just, dishing out the pain so you didn't have to get it. I'd never tell Sammy or Bobbie or Cassie - though I'm sure she's seen it in my mind - but there are times I think that Hell was…' She trails off because she can't finish the sentence and finds it even harder to think that's she saying this at all.
'Simpler.' Dean finishes though and she turns her head back to him, taking her eyes off the rim of her bottle to look into his eyes and she smiles softly.
'Yeah.' She nods, raising the bottle to her lips. 'Simpler.' She agrees before taking a sip of her beer and turning her attention back to the books on her lap.
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Until next times, my loves!
~Charlotte.x