Disclaimer: See Ch1. Songs used are SevenDust: Seasons, and 3 Doors Down: Going Down In Flames;
Change Of Season
Chapter 4: Mother Nature Is A Whore
The season is way too cold
Will we last another year
"Everyone is advised to stay inside and off the roads at all costs…" someone was droning on from the TV. I didn't hear the rest. Took a moment for his words to hit home enough to make me roll over and see what the FUCK was going on.
I didn't need too. The balcony told all.
Ever hear people talk about white sandy beaches? Well the one outside my window was. But not with sand. Snow. Almost a foot and falling fast according to the meteorologist.
"There goes investigating the Eurotrash," I groaned, rolling out of bed.
Literally. I fell flat on my ass. Hey, it woke me up. Don't knock it.
"Are you alright?" Sam asked, poking his head over the counter where I could see him.
"Peachy. Where's Dean?"
"Coffee run."
My eyes widened, just for a moment. It was long enough for the younger Winchester to notice though.
"He's insane he can NOT go out in this," I nigh but shouted, pointing to the window now unable to be seen out of due to the blizzard.
"Its alright. There's a café in the hotel on the ground floor."
Thank God. Because otherwise I might have to smack him for making me mad with worry. Demons and spirits and fuck knows all else, I knew he could handle. The wraith of a blizzard, that was another thing. All things supernatural have some sort of pattern. The forces of nature did not. They were entirely unpredictable.
Courtney Love had it right; Mother Nature is a whore.
Do you feel like the walls come down
Everwhere you stand
By the time Sam's half-fat whatever the fuck French coffee imposter was finished it was half past 9. 30 minutes to make one fucking coffee. There is something seriously effed up in the world when your girlfriend's coffee gets more guy-points then your brother's.
I was one floor away from my room when it happened. The lights cut off and the elevator insantly stopped.
"Oh, come on!"
The only light was the red glow of the emergency stop button, which somehow lit up the entire thing.
At least my cell had service. Thank fucking God. Otherwise I'd feel like a bit actor in some mini horror flick waiting to be munched on by whatever the fuck was eating the locals.
Just know this was going to be a fun conversation.
"Hey Sammy, its me."
"Dude, where the fuck are you? Jesse's ten seconds away from tracking your ass."
The fear that haunts us all
The beginning of the end
Damn straight I was! Fucking power going out was beyond the lines of not cool! It paid to be a werewolf. Super scent plus enhanced hearing. The latter of which came in handy right about now.
"I'm…sort of stuck on the elevator.
"YOUR WHAT?!" Sam and I screamed, complete Double Mint Twins moment. God, now WE were doing it too.
"Yeah, dude! I dunno what the fuck happened one minute I'm heading upstairs the next this fucking tin can on strings just stops."
Snatching the phone from Sam's grasp, I attempted to soothe him.
"Dean, we're gonna get you out of there, but you need to calm down—"
"I am calm!"
"Yeah, uh-huh, and I'm Queen of the England. Listen, do you have any idea where you are?"
"Somewhere around between floors 3 and 4."
That wasn't a whole lot to go on, but I could sniff him out from there.
"Alright we're going to get you out of there just stay on the line and attempt to regain your composure."
"Babe I'm always composed."
"Of course you are hun."
"Damn straight."
Yeah, I know. Truly should not be further feeding his already inflated ego. Especially when it was pretty well deserved. But hey, if it kept him from going all 'EEK I'm gonna die SAVE ME NOW WOMAN!' on me, then it was worth the price.
We bolted down the hallways to the elevator line. Not as fast as I would have liked mind you, but we couldn't risk witnesses either.
With Sam holding the flashlight whilst keeping watch, I pried the metal doors apart. It really wasn't that hard. After you get them moving they just cooperate and slide out of the way, like the lids on newer coffins.
"Take," I said, handing him the rope whilst peering down the shaft. I didn't need the flashlight to see the car, which was only 7-8 feet below me.
Before he could question me, I lept down the shaft and landed with ease on the top of the car. The undeniably sketchy box didn't even shift under my weight. Admitabley it made a groan, but that was from the usual 130-pound female landing on top of it at a less then slow speed.
"Jesse! Are you ok?"
"I'm fine Sammy. Werewolf here, remember? 8 foot fall means nothing to us."
I could see him doing the 'sigh-headshake-look at floor' thing as I pried the vent off. It felt away with the ease of tin, like opening a really big can of Redbull.
When I looked down my grey blue eyes met the hazels of my 'definitely not freaked out' boyfriend. Said green-gold orbs were more gold then green and wider then usual.
"Grab my hand,"
He gave me the look, the 'I don't need your help' look
"If you don't, you'll cut your hand on the metal. Then you'll get tetanus and be all bleeding and I so do NOT need to see blood right now. This isn't the time for your out of date Spartan values."
"I get the tetanus but whats with the…oh..nevermind."
It sorta made me feel all flufferly that for about 10 seconds he forgot about my…condition. But it probably had nothing to do with our relationship and everything to do with his apparent elevator fear. I'm not bitter, and I love him to pieces, its just reality.
"Yeah."
Finally, he took my hand. As I pulled him up Sam let down the rope. Dean's eyes were a little wide as I lifted him like he weighed the same as a small child, with both of my hands clasped around his forearm. Now he remembered.
Oh, he knew of my strength better then anyone, after aiding to change a flat tire by being the supernatural-jack, no pun intended. You just forget sometimes. Hell even I did, once. Then Dean cut his hand whilst knife sharpening. I haven't forgotten again since.
Somehow I managed to make Dean climb up first. Maybe it was my 'no arguments' face, or the fact that I was better…equipped; yeah that's a nice way to put it; to handle myself in our current situation.
After a few moments and some exchanged words between the brothers, as well as a laugh or two, it was my turn on the rope. The car groaned as the rope fell in front of me, but this time my spidey sense shot up so fast I swear till this day my heart skipped a beat.
The second I heard it, I lept from the car onto a tiny rut in the wall, clinging for dear life. My eyes never left the wall, 2 inches or less from my eyeballs, as the car fell all the way down to the ground floor. Just another moment in life I'm glad I'm a lycan, or else this ledge would not have held me, and I'm be down there with the shattered remains of a sabotaged elevator.
"Jesse!" they screamed simultaneously. The twin emotions of worry and despair were almost enough to make me fall. Luckily, it was only an almost.
"I'm here! Clinging to for dear life, but I'm here!"
"Alright, just hang on, we're gonna get you outta there babe," Dean's reassuring voice echoed down from above.
"I'm hanging on, not sure HOW exactly, but I'm not going anywhere."
It was true, I was clinging to the wall when there was literally nothing to cling to but more wall. Survive first, questions later.
While I tried to NOT think about the impossibility of my current position, the guys had lowered the rope till it dangled right behind me.
Fucking cock block. There was only one way out of this. And that way sucked ass.
"Get a good grip on that thing."
"We wont let you go babe," said Dean, trying to be reassuring. Didn't help much for what I was about to do.
"That's wonderful hun, but I have to jump on to the rope. Brace yourselves."
"Anytime your ready," the Sasquatch responded, voice echoing around me. If I missed, I might even survive. Maybe. I'd never tested lycanthropic healing to the point of falling 3 stories. Didn't want to find out the hard way in the next five minutes either.
"I love you Dean," I whispered, just enough to echo off the walls. Before back flipping off the wall and snatching the rope with a death grip, barely grabbing it in the knick of time. Soles of shoes squeaked above me from the sudden tension on the rope. But he kept his promise. He didn't let go.
In what seemed like hours, though logic told me it was only minutes, I was back in Dean's arms, safe and sound…er.
"Ok. Lets never do that again," I stated, voice muffled by Dean clutching me to him as if I was the last thing on earth.
"Well, we must be on to something," Sam said aloud as his older brother finally eased up.
"How do you figure?" Dean asked, clearly one of his 'not so bright' moments.
"Because," I answered, "Someone or something just tried to kill us. More importantly, you," looking up at Dean while I spoke the last.
Despite his fear of our current situation, there was something else. He seemed even more protective then usual. I didn't have to ask; instead simply gave my 'cock-one-eyebrow-spill-it' face.
Don't tell me how life is
Cause I don't really want to know
"There was another victim last night, right here in the hotel. Down on the 2nd floor. Young blonde, 23, name of Cora Robinson," he began, seeming way more shook up then usual about it too, "She was that chick I met at the frat party. You were right, something was in the hotel last night."
"So much for paranoia," Jesse muttered under her breath, before adding "Any thoughts that it's snowed in with us?"
I shrugged it off, a pass at passive carelessness. Though she knew better now.
"Doubtful, probably left last night before this even started. Still, wouldn't hurt to look around. Especially after SOMETHING cut the damn chords!"
"Hey!" she pointed up at me, "You don't know that for sure. Could be a group, like the last Satanists you guys dealt with."
Yes, she knew about the Satanists. Many a late night we have spent trying to 'out-tale' one another with our past hunts. So far it was a tie, between her night of chasing Eric quite literally off a small cliff, and my gig at the asylum. She would have won, but I declared that her supernatural abilities gave me a handicap, and now we were tied. A.k.a, I won. She just didn't know it yet.
"No marks on the vics."
"That we can see," I challenged. Sammy nodded in agreement.
"Could be drawn in some ritual oil. We'll have to get a closer look at the bodies."
"Getting into that crime scene wouldn't be a bad idea either. Floor two did you say?" Jesse asked. I nodded a reply.
"Please tell me the fake I.D.s aren't in the car…" my little brother groaned. I would have called him a whiney bitch, but for once I couldn't blame him. Damn snow was falling faster then Jesse could run, and that was really saying something.
"One…two…three…"
"Not it!"
Don't tell me how this game ends
Cause we'll just see how it goes
Damnit. I always did forget to put my finger on my nose. Who ever invented that stupid mindless action would die by my hands; mark my fucking words.
"I hate you both."