Chapter 3- Plan in Action
Dean loathed Sam at the moment. This was so embarrassing. But he knew that there was no other way. He wished desperately, that there was.
Dean got out of the passenger seat. He closed the door and started to make his way up the garden path of a double storey house. He stopped half way and turned to glare at Sam who was watching from the driver's seat. What surprised Dean the most was that Sam didn't look like he was enjoying this. But then again, he knew that he would have to do the same thing.
Dean rolled his eyes and went back to the window.
"Can you please just come with me? Please?" Dean pleaded. He felt utterly stupid already, so pleading that his little brother come with him was not going make himself feel any worse.
"Why? Do you want me to hold your hand?" Sam asked, making the last bit sound patronizing.
"No! I'm not a pansy like you! It'll just be weird if it's just me who is asking. This thing is already weird enough as it is, Sammy." Dean explained. Sam rolled his eyes and got out of the Impala. Dean smiled to himself. He wouldn't feel as stupid now, and Sam would have to be embarrassed twice.
Both boys walked up the path and to the door. Sam knocked on the door. Dean looked around nervously, his bag in his hands.
"You're doing the talking…" Dean whispered. Sam gave him a weird look, but he didn't have time to reply because a woman answered the door.
"Um… Hello." Sam smiled, his hands in his jacket pockets.
"Hi…" the woman replied.
She was quite tall; about the same height as Sam. She had blonde hair which fell just past her shoulders. She had pretty hazel eyes which shone through her dark lashes. She was beautiful, even in her utter bewilderment.
Dean smiled. He wasn't feeling so bad about this after all.
"I'm agent Padalecki and this is my partner, agent Ackles." Sam introduced themselves.
"You don't look like the FBI. Aren't you usually in suits and stuff?" she asked, nearly laughing.
"We're undercover." Dean flashed a flirtatious smile. The woman smiled.
"Oooo! Well, that's much more exciting." She looked Dean up and down, appearing to like what she saw. Sam continued, feeling awkward.
"Um… anyway, no doubt you've heard about the disappearances Mrs Lopez-"
"Miss, actually. I never got married. I was a teen mum and my son's dad didn't want anything to do with me after he found out I was pregnant. But yes, I have heard about the disappearances. Who hasn't?" She explained. Dean's eyes lit up at the mention of the word 'Miss'. He was liking this more and more.
"Well, Miss Lopez, the FBI has noticed a pattern in the disappearances. Your house lies within this formation. Do you mind if we come in?" Sam asked, politely. The woman shook her head. They followed her in, and sat down to explain their plan.
"Your house appears to be the next in the pattern to be attacked. That means that your son is being targeted." Sam explained.
"Oh no! Is there something you can do? Please don't let them come for my baby! He's all I've got!" Miss Lopez, exclaimed. Sam and Dean looked at each other.
"Yes, we know that. We have a plan to prevent this from happening. You might not like it, but it is the only thing that is going to work." Sam continued.
During their investigation, the boys had found another pattern. The children that had been targeted were those of single parents. They had no one else in the world except for their children. The elves were obviously stealing not only presents and Christmas cheer, but their only family too.
"What is it? I'll do anything it takes." Miss Lopez leant forward, her eyes wide and pleading. Dean took over from Sam.
"I want to stay tonight. I'd sleep in your son's room. We're hoping that we can trick the elv-… I mean, kidnappers, into thinking that I'm your son. When they try to snatch me, I can get them." Dean explained. The woman thought it over. She didn't have to think about it too much though, because she liked the thought of Dean staying the night.
"What about your partner? Is he staying too?" she gestured to Sam.
"Me? No. I'm going to be positioned at another house, waiting for the other offenders." He explained. He couldn't ignore the smile that lit up Miss Lopez's face. He had to restrain from rolling his eyes.
"I agree to this plan. You're welcome to stay as long as you need, Agent Ackles." The woman flashed a flirtatious smile at Dean, who returned it. Sam cleared his throat, breaking the awkward silence.
"Well, it was nice meeting you, Miss Lopez. All the best for tonight Agent Ackles." Sam bid goodbye to Dean and Miss Lopez.
Sam walked out of the door.
"Well, you might as well meet my son, Tommy." Miss Lopez smiled, taking Dean by the hand and leading him upstairs.
"I'm Georgia by the way." She said.
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Sam had a hard time convincing the little girl's father, at his elected house, to let him stay the night. Her father had disagreed to the plan, insisting that he do it himself. Sam knew that it would never work, because he wouldn't go about it in the correct way.
Sam decided that he would stay and keep watch outside. He assumed that the father would make the girl sleep in his room while he stalked the hallway and her room. Sam planned to sleep in the Impala for the rest of the day, hidden in the path behind the tall hedges, beside the house. He decided, that catching up on sleep before the long night ahead of him was a good idea. So, he slept through the rest of the day.
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Tommy looked a lot like his mother, Georgia. He had blonde hair which was long and hung in his eyes. He had the same hazel eyes which shone from beneath his golden hair. He was shy. He was only the same age as Sarah Mitchell was. But he seemed to like Dean.
They sat at the dinner table together. Dean liked the homey feel of it all. He was so used to eating in diners. It was the little touches like the Christmas tree and the fairy lights that hung from the ceiling that made him appreciate what he was missing. He felt a sense of sadness.
"It's been a while since we've had a man in the house. It's nice for a change…" Georgia said. Dean smiled, glad to be appreciated.
"So what's it like working with the FBI? I think that it would be exciting!" Georgia chirped. Dean glanced at Tommy, who was staring at him in wonder.
"Um… it's great. Nothing feels better than seeing the faces of those who you've just saved or rescued. It's very rewarding." Dean improvised. Georgia's eyes lit up.
"Oh really? Wow… my hero."
Dean was so happy that he had chosen this house. He wondered how Sam was going and if he was having as much fun as he was. But little did he know, Sam was freezing his butt off in the Impala, shivering while he slept.
"Tommy, it's time for bed." Georgia led Tommy upstairs and to her room. Dean followed.
"Is this usually what time he goes to bed?" Dean asked, glancing at the clock. 7:45pm. He knew that if she said yes, that he would also have to turn in. Unfortunately, Georgia nodded. Dean frowned.
"Is something wrong?"
"No. I better turn in now, I guess." Dean replied. Georgia frowned. But then she smiled again, a familiar glint in her eyes.
"I'll come in and kiss you goodnight."
Dean smiled, and nodded once. He stood at the doorway of her room and waved to Tommy.
"Goodnight… ah… Tommy." He said. Tommy waved back.
Dean surveyed Tommy's room. It was just how he recalled his room when he was little. He climbed into the small bed. It creaked as he got in. He slid in more carefully, not wanting to break it. It creaked again. He grimaced, and moved very carefully. He felt squashed, even when he got comfortable. His feet seemed to press against the board at the bottom. He stretched and the board snapped off.
"Oh shit!" he cursed, quietly, panicking. He grabbed it, looking around the room desperately for somewhere to hide it. Eventually, he threw it under the bed and quickly jumped back into bed before Georgia appeared at the door way.
Georgia came in and did as she promised. But Dean had to finish it all too soon because he had business to do and he didn't want to leave Sam alone on this hunt. He called him, to see if he was alright and if his part of the plan was working out.
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Sam jumped at the sound of the ringing phone. It woke him up.
"Hello?" Sam answered, still half asleep.
"Hey Sammy. How are things going? Tommy just went to bed, so I thought I better make sure that you did too… but by the sounds of things, you were already there." Dean explained.
"Dean? Oh… things are going alright. But I'm sleeping outside-"
"What did you do?!"
"What? Nothing! He just didn't trust me, so I'm keeping watch now, outside the house. By the way, you need to fix the heater in the Impala. How are things at your end?" Sam continued.
"You broke the heater?! Oh man… But Georgia's great. And Tommy seems like a good kid."
"Great. Well, I'll see you in a little while."
"Yep. See ya." Dean hung up.
Sam woke himself up properly and prepared himself to keep watch properly.
Sam glanced at his watch. 12:01am. His shotgun sat on his lap, and his frozen hands grasped it tightly. He was beginning to think that they would never come.
"Merry Christmas Dean." Sam muttered to himself. "Merry Christmas Sam."
He continued to watch. He stuck his head out of the window and looked up at the skies. Suddenly a bright light like a shooting star, lit up the sky. It glistened, shining with all the colours of the rainbow. It reminded Sam of the Northern lights. Maybe the lights were a porthole to everywhere around the earth and that was Santa's secret? But Sam was not here to figure out Santa's secrets. He was here to capture the evil little elves that were stealing the children.
A sleigh appeared, soaring to land on the roof, softly from the lights which disappeared. Twelve reindeer guided it, and one with a bright shining red nose stood proudly at the front; Rudolph. Sam couldn't believe his eyes, which glanced at the people sitting at the front. It was not Santa, but three little elves.
Sam watched as they slid down the chimney with ease. He loaded his shot gun and got out of the car, ready to take action.
TBC…
a/n: Chapter 4 will be more exciting, I promise! Stay tuned and don't forget to tell me what you think so far! Thank you for reading and to all those lovely people who have reviewed. It's greatly appreciated. Have a great New Year everybody! Bellbird xoxo.
