*****************************January 26, 1997*****************************
Things were tense at Elita's house. Dean wasn't sure what exactly was going on but he knew something was up. He'd spent the previous night in Elita's room. John just about shot him, but he didn't care too much. He and Elita had spent the night listening to music, arguing and making-out. Frankly, he couldn't imagine a better evening. He'd fallen asleep at the foot of her bed and when he woke up she was already in the shower. She was chipper for about an hour, then she snuck off and didn't return for quite some time and when she did she was bitchy. It confused Dean. Until he found her by the side of the garage with John.
"Tell me, Elita!" John yelled furiously. Dean peeked around the side of the house, he was out of view but he could see and hear them perfectly. John was angry- the fire in his eyes was intense. But he could also say the same for Elita. She was more frustrated then angry though.
"Why won't you believe me! I told you I don't know anything about the yellow eyed demon." she yelled back and Dean wanted to go to her defense. But he wouldn't risk angering his father like that.
"This is why I don't believe you." John yelled, grabbing her chin to gesture at her torn cheek from her fight with Frank. She yanked her face away roughly. She boiled with anger.
"You think I would get the shit kicked out of me on purpose? You think I'm keeping information from you people just so you'll get angry?" she yelled, furiously confused. John just nodded.
"Pain is better then guilt." John retorted and Elita readied herself to punch him. But she remembered what Dean had said and instead, her fist connected with the garage wall. Her breathing was even harder then it was yesterday during her fight with Frank.
"I'd rather bleed then feel," she admitted, not looking at John. When she turned, she pulled her ring necklace out from under her shirt. "But this is why I'd tell you. Because I care about Dean- and Sammy."
"That's exactly why you wouldn't." John countered. "If you tell me what you know, I take off; Dean and Sam with me. And you're alone again."
The look on Elita's face was nothing but hurt but she masked it quickly. "You know what, Winchester. Leave. Right now. Go ahead and pack your shit and take the boys with you and leave. Because I swear on my life I don't know anything. And I'd rather not pick a fight with you." she told him.
Dean had to cover his mouth to keep from screaming when John took a menacing step towards her. "Why? Because I would win?" John mused threateningly. Dean recognized the look on John's face. The same look as when he's interrogating monsters. He pinned her between his chest and the garage door.
"You could kill me with your bare hands," she admitted, standing up to him despite the circumstances. "But I'm not going to fight you, no matter what you do."
"Why not?" John asked curiously, still standing too close.
Elita looked up at him, moving out from under him. "You're so damaged," she murmured with a humorless chuckle. She took one step before John violently grabbed her arm and threw her against the garage wall. She winced as her head hit hard.
"I still don't believe you." he said and she nodded.
"I didn't think you would."
"If I find out you knew something…" John started, letting his sentence trail off before starting again. "Things aren't going to end for you kid. You aren't human, you're lucky I'm even here helping you." And with that, John walked away calmly.
Elita watched him leave before sinking to the floor, her head in her hands. Dean recognized her shaking shoulders as a sign of tears. He'd never been good with tears. He was frozen still. His father's actions outraged him. How could he say she wasn't human? You don't get to choose your parents; it wasn't her fault. John treated her like some kind of monster, something to interrogate rather then protect. Dean didn't know what to do.
He felt a tear slide down his own cheek as he watched the girl he'd fallen in love with cry hard tears because of John Winchester. Dean felt like throwing something, hitting something. He wished he had something to shoot at or punch. But he didn't. And he didn't know how to help so he turned back towards the house. And latter that night, John told his son they were leaving first thing in the morning.
******************************Present Day********************************
"So, how do we find the genie?" Dean asked, whispering the word. "What are we even looking for, man? A freaking magic lamp."
Sam gave his older brother a disapproving look as they walked around Darla Savage's room once more. "Jin dwell in caves actually. Dark- preferably damp- and creepy places." Sam said as he shuffled through Darla's bookshelf.
"What about abandoned warehouses?" Dean asked curiously. Sam thought for a second then nodded.
"Yeah that might work. It would have to be way out in the middle of nowhere but they could definitely shack up there."
"I think I know where to find Darla's genie then." dean said, tossing Darla's diary at Sam. The seemingly innocent little girl had everything evil listed in her diary. She'd detailed the suspected location of genie. A warehouse in South Weber, Utah.
They drove back to the motel to grab a few things and call Bobby then they headed out. Sam was looking through maps and data on his laptop just like Bobby was doing in South Dakota.
"Alright," Sam said, hanging up his cell phone and turning to Dean in the car. "That was Bobby; he says there are four abandoned warehouses in the area mentioned in Darla's diary. But only one of those warehouses is specifically located deep in a wooded area."
"Dark even during the day." Dean concluded as Sam nodded.
"Exactly; so I say we check there- at least first. What's up with you?" Sam asked, noticing the weird look on Dean's face.
"Nothing, what are you talking about?"
"You've got crazy eye going on. Like you're about to tuck and roll out of the car right now." Sam chuckled.
"I don't have crazy eye, Sam. I'm just thinking." Dean said, that look returning to his face.
"Thinking about what? What's wrong?" Sam questioned, tilting his head to the side.
Dean gave his brother a dirty look. "Can we please just drive? South Weber is only thirty minutes away; can we just drive in silence Sammy?"
"Fine whatever." Sam retorted and they fell into complete silence.
Dean and Sam arrived in South Weber a half an hour latter- neither having said a word the whole time. Dean was first to get out of the car, slamming the door in his wake. They'd gathered equipment along the way and when Dean opened the trunk they had everything needed all ready for use.
Dean grabbed his Colt- just in case- and the knife dipped in lambs blood and Sammy grabbed his sawed off. Even if their guns wouldn't kill the djinn, it would sure as hell slow him down.
The boys headed into the warehouse, flashlights poised and weapons ready. They knew from experience that it was easy to get trapped by a jinn but they weren't going to let that happen again. This time, it all would end where it started. They moved on.
Once the djinn was killed and the boys were on the road again Sammy started questioning again.
"Look," Dean said. "We just killed something evil. It was fast, easy and clean. Can we please take a second to celebrate?"
"I'm sorry Dean but you're not getting off that easy." Sam replied and Dean heaved a sigh. "What is going on with you? You've been quiet ever since we found out where that thing was."
Dean ran a hand down his face. "I talked to Bobby." he finally said.
"And?"
"Do you remember Elita McKee?" Dean asked and Sammy nodded. "Bobby said she's now living in West Haven- which was an hour away from this job. Bobby made sure I knew that. Then we find out that this thing is in South Webber, which brings us another half an hour closer to West Haven."
"So you think it's a sign? Like you're supposed to go see her?" Sam suggested and Dean shrugged one shoulder.
"I don't know man. It's been fourteen freaking years. Why the hell would she want to see me?"
"Dean," Sam said seriously, turning to better face his brother in the car. "You two had something serious fourteen years ago. I'd even go as far as saying you were both in love." Dean opened his mouth to say something but Sam held up a hand to stop him. "Let me finish." Sam said and Dean stubbornly complied. "Years don't change that kind of thing. Even if she's got a new life now, she's not going to slam the door on the face of a boy she once loved."
Sam and Dean sat in silence for a long time. They both knew Sammy was right but Dean really didn't want to admit it. Finally he sighed.
"I liked you better soulless." he grumbled.
Author's Note: Big thanks to xxjempa1112luvSPNxx for being the first to review :)) It made me very happy lol More to come guys? Pleasee
