A Very Supernatural Road trip chapter 4
AN : Happy Valentines Day! Sorry it took me longer to update. I wanted to put more into this chapter but decided to cut it a little short instead. Sorry if there are any spelling mess ups I'll fix them later. Enjoy this and tonights ne episode! Review!
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It took a while but we finally got to the roadhouse. By the time we got there I hated Bobby's van as much as Dean did, it was old stuffy and the speakers only served to make the horrible music on the radio sound worse. I almost ran into the roadhouse just to not have to look at it when I remembered that Ellen and Jo would be waiting inside with guns. "I'll see if there's a way to get inside in the back." They nodded and picked the lock to get inside the front door. I simply knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer it. Ellen answered. I held up my hands to show I didn't mean any harm.
"Hi Ellen, I'm Cassidy. I spoke to you on the phone the other day."
Ellen started to let her guard down and let me in. "How did you say you knew John again?"
I answered without thinking, already planning the lie out. "He helped my family out during a hunt a while back. He told me if anything weird like that happened again to call him our see if I could find help here."
Ellen nodded starting to trust me more. "That must have been a long time ago; I haven't spoken to John in a long time."
"Yeah I was just a kid. I came here because I was looking for –"
Sam and Dean had picked the lock and we could here them asking if anyone was there.
"Stay here" Ellen instructed me. I nodded and found a spot where I could see Sam and Dean without them seeing me. I had looked up Ellen's number a few days ago and told her I knew John Winchester and asked her if I could stop by. I didn't want Jo or Ellen to have a gun pointed at me, but after the whole salt in the coffee thing I decided it would be too funny to see Sam and Dean in that situation to pass up.
"Oh God please let that be a rifle." I looked at Dean, it was his lucky day, Jo did have a rifle at his back.
"No, I'm just real happy to see you."
"You should know something miss, you should never stand so close with a rifle it makes it real easy to do this." Dean spun around and grabbed the rifle, taking out the bullets. Jo punched him and took the rifle back, pointing it at Dean. What are you going to do with an unloaded gun?
"Sam! I can't even see" Dean was rubbing his eyes trying to get the vision back in them. At this point I had to cover my mouth with my hand to stop myself from laughing out loud. This was way funnier in person then on TV.
Sam walked in with Ellen behind him. "I can't right now Dean I'm uh I'm a little tied up."
I couldn't help it I started cracking up laughing. Jo looked at me in surprise, unsure of how to react. She didn't even notice me in the corner and didn't know who I was. Ellen looked at me. "Sam and Dean Winchester? You're with John's boys?"
"Yeah" I replied between laughs.
Ellen and Jo relaxed. "Howdy. I'm Ellen this is my daughter Jo."
"How do you two know each other?" Dean asked
"I have the decency to call someone before stopping by Dean"
Dean saw the mischief in my eyes and sent me a look that said he was going to get me back for not warning him and Sam. I just shrugged it off, annoying him even more.
Ellen handed Dean some ice wrapped in a rag for his face, and they started talking about John. I tuned them out, paying attention to Jo. She was eyeing me, trying to figure out if I was a threat. I did the same. I knew I would see her a couple more times, but I couldn't remember exactly when, so I decided I would give her a chance before deciding I didn't like her, even though all my instincts said I wouldn't. By the time Jo and I stopped glaring at each other Sam was looking at me and Jo with amusement, and Ellen was calling Ash.
"Ash!" The dude that was sleeping on the pool table woke up with a start. I frowned. I had forgotten all about him.
"What? Is it closing time?" I rolled my eyes. No wonder he was kicked out of college.
"No. They need your help with some information" Ellen replied.
Ash looked at us. "I don't know about those two but – " Now his gaze was only directed at me. "Baby I can help you with anything you want." I didn't know whether to laugh at the extremely cheesy pick up line or be insulted. Luckily Dean saw my face and put his arm around me.
"I would be careful around her Ash; you wouldn't like her if you made her mad." Ash looked at us and decided against continuing. Dean led me over to the bar and sat down; Sam sat on the other side of me. Both of them were giving me looks to remind me that beating up Ash wouldn't help us. Dean passed Ash an envelope filled with his father's research, and Jo poured us glasses of water.
Ash started to look over the research and I was immediately bored. I already knew how he learned about all the stuff, so I got up and walked to where Jo was.
I could hear Ash speaking. "Was it something I said?" I could practically feel the looks of disbelief on Sam and Dean's faces.
"That and… lets just say she has a knack for knowing how things are going to turn out."
"Hey" I said. Deciding if I was going to figure out how I felt about Jo it was now or never.
"Hey" She said eyeing me warily. "So, how did you meet them? That story you gave my mom is crap"
I laughed. "Yeah it is, but you wouldn't believe me if I told you the truth." She started to cut me off but I continued. "And don't tell me that you've heard weirder stuff before, because it's weird even for someone who grew up around hunters"
"All right so then can you tell me what you're doing with them now?"
"Seeing as you just met them and it's none of your business, no I can't, but were kind of after the same thing so I'm going to tag along for a while"
She nodded thinking about it. We sat in awkward silence for a few minutes, and then Jo spoke up. "Are you and Dean ….."
I looked at her daring her to continue the sentence but she seemed content on letting the question hang in the air. "No not at the moment. Why? Are you interested?"
"No, I'm just curious" I rolled my eyes. Anyone could tell she was lying by the way she was fidgeting.
"Just curious?" I replied. She looked at me like there was no way in hell she was going to admit anything to me out loud, even if we both knew the truth. We sat in silence again and I looked over at the boys, it looked like they were almost done.
"What about you and Ash? Is he available, or are the two of you a couple?" Jo's head snapped up in astonishment and then we both busted out laughing when she realized I was joking. We walked over to the counter together. I sat between Sam and Dean, while she grabbed a rag to clean tables with. Sam gave us a confused look; we went from glaring at each other to laughing in five minutes. I just grinned at him, making him more confused. He shook his head and noticed the file by Ellen's police scanner. I grinned; this was one case he wasn't going to like.
"Ellen, what is that?"
"Oh, that's a police scanner; we use it to keep tabs on things." I tuned them out already knowing how the conversation was going to end up.
Jo walked back over to the tables flipping her hair. She gave me a challenging look, and half smiled at Dean. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. If she kept doing stuff like that the only thing she'll accomplish is a meaningless one night stand. Dean got bored and walked over to Jo. I kept my eye on them and half paid attention to Sam and Ellen. I turned around pretending to be interested in the folder. "Dean, come here check this out" I called over my shoulder. Dean walked over and put his hand on the back of my chair. I looked at Jo, who was staring at us. She noticed my look and pretended to not care and finished cleaning the tables.
"What is it?" Dean asked.
"Ellen got wind of some murders and thinks it might be our kind of job" I told him.
"So?" Dean replied, raising his eyebrows.
"So" Sam told his brother. "I told her we would take it."
"Oh" Dean replied. He looked surprised but didn't say anything else.
"What did you mean by 'our' kind of job? You didn't think that you were coming hunting with us did you?"
"What?" I replied to Dean's question. We were in the old van that Bobby let us borrow. Dean had somehow managed to get lost while driving to this carnival that was only a "few towns" over. Now it was raining and the only sound in the car was Sam's snoring. I had been thinking about how quick I was to be defensive of Dean. I never knew how I felt about Jo when I watched the show, and the both of us obviously were against each other. What would happen if I did end up dating Dean, and then had to go home? Just watch his double on TV pick up girls in every other episode?
Dean sighed, interrupting my thoughts again. "Are you even listening to me?"
I looked at him. "Well if I was then don't you think I would have answered the first time?"
"Never mind" Dean replied. I just shrugged and looked out the window at the rain. Dean turned the radio on. Country music started playing, not Dean's favorite choice of music, so he turned it off immediately after.
Now it was my turn to sigh. "What is it Dean?" He had this look on his face like he was expecting a fight. So I knew he either he saw a spirit on the road or he was going to say something that I wasn't going to like.
"You can't come hunting with us."
"Excuse me?"
Dean looked straight ahead trying to see the road. "You heard me. When me and Sam go hunt this thing you can't be around it. We just lost our father and you expect us to let you com hunting, when you have no experience, so you can get killed?"
I sat in silence for a minute letting what he said sink in, and trying to sort it out. We never really talked about what I would do when they went hunting, and now that Dean brought it up I wished that we had talked about it at Bobby's instead of a small car where the shouting (that I was trying to stop myself from doing) wouldn't seem as loud. Dean looked back at me, surprised by my silence, and I decided to just get it over with, shouting or no. "You're not my father Dean you can't tell me what I can and can't do." Dean looked like he was about to protest but I continued. "I'm not on of those clueless girls that don't know anything about the supernatural. If anything I have an advantage, I knew this hunt was going to be about a clown before Sam even looked at the folder."
"Just because you know about the supernatural doesn't mean you're a good hunter, and just because you have that small advantage doesn't mean you won't get hurt." Dean replied. His voice was no louder than mine, but I could tell he was getting angry.
I rolled my eyes, this was getting ridiculous. Did he expect me to stay in a motel room surrounded by salt whenever they went on a hunt? "I can fight Dean; my father was in the military just like yours. He made sure that his daughter could take care of herself, I can even handle a gun, and knowing the supernatural does help me. I know what to expect."
Dean rolled his eyes. "So your father conveniently from the military and he just happened to make sure that you learned how to fight?"
"Yes Dean he did. Do you want to fight me once we get to the motel just to make sure?" I asked knowing that he would never do that.
"I'm not fighting a girl especially not you" He replied, sounding amused.
"Why not?" I asked, confused.
Dean laughed, his anger gone. "Because I'm either going to win and Sam is going to kick my ass for fighting you, or your going to win and never let me live it down."
I grinned. "Damn straight I won't let you live it down." I paused thinking of something. "I bet you that this 'killer clown' is really a rakshasa, and if I'm right you let me hunt and give me 50 dollars."
Dean thought about it. "And if I lose?"
"That's up to you. Name the price."
He smirked. "That's a surprise, when you lose you'll find out the price."
"That's not fair." I pouted.
"It's extremely fair." He replied and turned on the radio. This time finding a station that played classic rock.
I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep, deciding not to worry because I had no intention of losing.
"She just won't wake up. Shes out cold"
"NO!" I jumped awake sweating, and clutching on to Dean's arm. Sam and Dean were looking at me with concern.
"Are you okay?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Don't worry." I told them with a shaky smile. Dean had said the exact same words that Logan did before I ended up meeting Sam and Dean. Am I really that freaked out about everything? It's not normal to wake up screaming and sweating.
They didn't look like they believed me, and I didn't blame them. "It's okay just a nightmare, no big deal." I stopped the death grip I had on Dean's arm grabbed my stuff from the trunk and asked Sam if I could borrow his laptop before walking into the motel.
I spent the rest of the night looking for any information that might help me understand what happened to me. I didn't find anything that helped.
We pulled up to the carnival early in the morning. I spotted detectives questioning a pair of clowns. "Before we start hunting for the rakasha do you wanna see if anything new happened?"
Dean looked over at the detectives. "Yeah come on."
We walked over to them, and left Sam to wait by the rides. The two detectives walked away. "What was that all about?" Dean asked them.
"They think we might have murdered a kid's parents" The shorter one answered.
"Why would they think that?" I asked, pretending to be surprised.
"The kid said that a clown killed his parents the disappeared into thin air." Taller one answered.
"I'm sorry" I told them. "I hope they figure out who really did it so the carnival doesn't lose guest."
"Thanks little lady." The short one said before walking away. I laughed, he was shorter then me.
"You could have done that by yourself. They didn't think twice about answering you." Dean told me while we walked back towards Sam.
"Well since I'm such an inexperienced hunter, I needed you there to protect me."
"Smartass"
"Like your one to talk." I stopped walking to look at Sam. He was standing by one of the rides looking at a short woman dressed in a clown outfit. He looked like he was trying to keep himself from running away.
Dean followed my gaze and started laughing at Sam. "Did you get her number?" He asked when Sam was in earshot. Sam just gave kept looking around uncomfortably I took pity on him and told him about the new murder.
"So how are we going to find out how to kill this thing?"
"You two can work here." They both looked at me in shock.
"Why would we do that?" Dean asked me.
I rolled my eyes. "It's inconspicuous and you can stay after the place closes down without anyone saying anything. Besides it's about time you two earned some money."
"We earn money." Dean replied defensively.
"Yeah, with credit card scams." Sam told his older brother.
"Hey credit card scams are hard, and why do you two always gang up on me?"
"Because Adie is right most of the time." Sam replied.
Dean changed tactics. "Then why don't you work with us? You want to be a hunter. It's not all driving on the road and picking up chicks in bars."
I rolled my eyes. "As appealing as picking up chicks in bars is, I like doing more then that. Do you really think there going to hire a girl? It's going to be hard enough for you two to get the job."
Sam looked at me. "What do you know?"
I grinned. "Nothing for you to worry about. Now come on lets go find Mr. Cooper."
We walked into a large red and white tent, where a man was throwing knives. Something about him creped me out and I stood far away from him.
"Have you seen Mr. Cooper?" Dean asked.
"What is that? Some kind of joke?" The man replied ripping off his sunglasses revealing his eyes. The man was blind.
A sort man walked into the tent. "Is there a problem here?"
"Yeah. This guy hates blind people." That seemed like a big conclusion to me, but I was too busy laughing at Dean's expense to pay it much attention.
"No, no" Dean started stuttering. "Just a little misunderstanding."
"Little?" The man replied. " You son of a – "
"Look I just wanna know where Mr. Cooper is." Dean explained holding his hands up.
The man looked skeptical so I interrupted. "I'm sorry about my friend here. He's a little inconsiderate sometimes, but he's harmless. There just looking for honest work." He calmed down and led Sam and Dean to an office, Dean glaring at me, while Sam slowly stopped laughing.
I walked out of the tent, not talking to the knife thrower, and started to walk around. More people were starting to arrive and some of the rides were turned on. I didn't realize I was looking for someone until I found her. It was the little girl that lets the clown into her house, and annoyed me before I fell asleep in the car. I turned around looking for Sam and Dean so I could warn them, and bumped right into them. Dean steadied me before I fell. "You look like you saw a ghost." He told me.
"I might have well as seen one." I replied pointing to the girl and her mother.
"You think she's the clown?" Sam asked.
I shook my head. "No just watch"
"Mommy look a clown" The little girl pulled on her mom's sleeve and pointed to an empty spot. The mother bent down and looked. There was nothing there.
"Come on baby, lets go on a ride." She told her daughter, before walking away.
"We need to follow them." Dean told us.
"Ok."
The three of us broke apart never taking an eye of our targets. It took a while but after a few hours they finally left the carnival. Dean followed them to there house then turned back around in the direction of the motel. I was amazed that the mother never realized that she was being followed.
"Why are you driving to the motel?" I asked Dean.
"You can't be there if the spirit shows up. The deal was you could hunt with us if it's a rakasha." He told me smugly.
I groaned and was about to say reply when Sam cut me off. "What deal?"
"I made a deal with Dean that if this 'spirit' is really a rakasha then I get to hunt with you guys and he owes me money."
Sam looked at Dean like he was stupid. "Dude, the girl watched our life on TV, she probably knows more about us then we do and you bet against her?"
Dean didn't answer and just parked the car. I heard Sam mutter 'idiot' underneath his breath when he got out. I just laughed and followed them into the room. Dean was packing a bag full of weapons that they could use against a spirit. I sighed. "None of that is going to do you any good. Do you have any brass knives?"
Both Sam and Dean looked at me like I was crazy. "Nooooooooo" They replied in unison.
"Whatever." I replied sitting down and turning Sam's computer on. "See you soon."
"Bye" They replied and walked out the door.
"Thanks Ellen. See you soon." I hung up the phone and walked out the diner door. Ellen had just confirmed that Sam and Dean called her and didn't have a car. Which also meant that Dean knows its not an ordinary spirit. I grinned and got into the car I had hotwired earlier that morning. The first hunt I'm on and already I'm saving their asses.