Chapter Seven
'The End'
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own anything except for Taylor.
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Taylor and Sam pulled up in front of the bar on Westmont street where they had left Dean earlier. When Dean opened the passenger side door he stared, pointedly, at Taylor until, with a heavy sigh, she got out of the car and relocated herself to the back seat.
"Dean! What happened to you?" Sam exclaimed worriedly to his brother before he began to drive back to the motel.
"The bitch slashed me. It's no big deal, Sammy," he told his brother. The rest of the car ride was silent. About ten minutes later they pulled up in front of the brothers room. Sam jogged to the door, unlocked it and made Dean sit down right away so that he could deal with his brothers wound.
"Ouch," Taylor winced. "That looks like hell. Can I help with anything?" she asked in a caring tone.
"Yeah, sure. See that bag over there? Can you get the alcohol out of it?"
"Here yeah go," she said as she gave it to Sam.
"Thanks," he told her. "Actually, you can go now if you want. I've got this under control," he said. He looked at her with a bit of a smile, then turned to look at his brothers wound and grimaced.
"You sure? Okay, feel better Dean. G'night Sam. See you tomorrow," she smiled at the younger brother before she went back to her room to get some sleep.
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Taylor woke up the next day around eleven. Once she forced herself out of bed she checked her cell phone for messages. As it turned out, she had a voice mail from Ellen, just telling her to check in as soon as she could.
After a two minute conversation with her aunt, just telling Ellen that she was still alive, she hung up her phone and took a shower. When she was finished, she put on a light blue t-shirt and her favourite pair of jeans. When she checked the clock it read 12:13. She decided to go and see if the Winchesters wanted to go and get some lunch.
She grabbed her cell phone and wallet and walked over to Sam and Dean's room. A few seconds after she knocked, Dean answered the door.
"Hey Dean. Can I come in? I was thinking about getting some lunch," she told the hunter. "You okay? Your… slash, looked pretty gross last night," Taylor said as she recalled the blood that was on Dean's shirt the night before.
"I've had worse," he replied simply as he opened the door wider to let her in. He pointed to the bed closest to the door, inviting her to sit down. "Sam's in the bathroom, he'll be out in a few," he told Taylor as she sat down. He then said, "I'll be right back. I need to get my phone from the car."
"Alright." Taylor sighed. She was actually pretty hungry. She thought that the brothers would already be set to go by the time she knocked on their door. Instead, she was still sitting on the edge of one of their beds, waiting for Sam to finish up in the bathroom.
Dean re-entered the room and sat down on the other bed. "So, the hunt last night didn't go to badly. What do you-" at that moment he was cut off because Sam had just come into the room with only a towel on.
"Hey Dean, could you hand me my clothes," he asked his brother right before he noticed that Taylor was in the room. "Oh," he said uncomfortably. "Hey Taylor…"
Taylor was at a loss for words. Once she realized that she was staring, she turned her head and blushed in embarrassment. "Hey…" she muttered
A chuckling Dean handed Sam his clothes and said, "when your ready, we'll be in the car, I'm starving."
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After a long lunch, filled with conversations about the hunt the night before, the hunters went back to their rooms to relax. Since they rarely drank in the early afternoon, they made plans to meet at a bar later that night (just not the one on Westmont St.).
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Later that evening, The Winchesters and Taylor were sitting in a booth at the back of a bar having a few drinks.
"Taylor," the younger of the two brothers started during a pause in their conversation, "we've been talking and we were wondering if you'd like to go on another hunt with us. Maybe a few hunts, actually. We work pretty well together and it could be… a learning experience or something." When Dean heard his brother say that, he shook his head and muttered, "smooth, Sammy." Neither Sam nor Taylor heard what he had said.
Taylor smiled at Sam and then answered, "Sure, I don't see why not. I have to go back to the Roadhouse first, get some more of my stuff. Then I'll be good to go."
"Good," Sam said, smiling at the huntress. Again, Dean shook his head, "It's like being with teenagers…" he said under his breath. This time, the other two hunters heard him. Taylor chuckled at this.
"Jerk."
"Bitch."
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The next day, Taylor and the Winchesters woke up earlier. They planed to head to the Roadhouse to get Taylor's belongings, tell Ellen their plan and then stay until they found a hunt. While on the road, Dean's cell phone rang.
"Yeah?" he asked, into the receiver. "Oh hey, Bobby." He stayed silent for a few minutes and then said, "sure. No problem. Bye."
"That was Bobby," he told his brother and Taylor. "He has a case he wants us to look into. It's in Hartford, Connecticut. Some demon is causing some trouble. I said we'd go and take a look."
"Sure," Sam told his brother. Taylor nodded in agreement.
During the rest of the car ride, they stayed pretty quite. They only stayed at the Roadhouse for a brief amount of time before they hit the road once more.
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A/N: Well, that's it! I hope that everybody liked it! I know it's not the best and if you guys see any mistakes please tell me about them in a review. Thanks to everyone who helped me with this story in any way!
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As I mentioned in a previous author note, there will be a sequel. I've started to map it out so the first chapter should be posted soon. Thanks again everybody! Oh, and please review!:)