Here we go! Almost done with Season 2, y'all better be prepared for what I have planned for the finale *rubs hands evilly*. But yeah that's next chapter.
Anyways, looks like being sick means I'm getting a lot of writing done, though I'm gonna have a lot of homework when I get back and so won't be writing as much.
Still not Ben Edlund or Jeremy Carver.
Sorry for the huge episode jump.
Ooh we hit a big milestone! Over 1,000 reads! Thank you guys so so so much!
Folsom Prison Blues (2.19)
After almost two months of being away from my brothers, working on a solo werewolf case, I heard they'd gotten thrown in prison for robbing a jewelry store of all things. I got the call from their lawyer, Mara Daniels. She said I was in the clear if I wanted to visit my brothers, so three days later, Reese and I were at the prison where they were being held.
"Hey sister!" Dean called, waving his hand when he spotted me. He pointed at me so the guys he was playing poker with could see. "That's my sister."
"You're an idiot, Dean." I grinned.
The four of us met up in the meeting area a few minutes later, and Dean set his pile of smokes down on the table.
"Dude, you don't even smoke." I laughed.
"Shut up, it's the currency of the realm." He insisted.
"He actually bought some stuff off the other guys." Sam shrugged.
"Alright then, James Garner." I said.
"See, she appreciates my humour!" Dean said, throwing his hands up.
"Anyways, you're supposed to be the innocent one. Act like you don't talk to us much." Sam said as the guards came in to take them back.
"Alright, see ya later." I called after them.
Next day, I got a frantic call from the lawyer saying that they'd busted out after asking for details on where some nurse's grave was.
Reese and I checked out, and checked into the first motel in the phonebook of a town two states over.
"Alright, salt the door and the windows, shoot first ask questions later, and don't leave the room, okay?" I asked, throwing her a sawed-off as I headed for the door.
"Got it. See you when you pick me up." She said.
"Good kid." I smiled, closing and locking the door before rushing to Green Valley Cemetery. It was already dark out, but Sam and Dean would need all the help they could get.
"Hey! Look who joined the party!" Sam called, continuing to dig.
I jumped down into the grave and helped to shovel the dirt out of the way. With our combined efforts, we hit the coffin in no time at all, barely even out of the hole before Dean was pouring lighter fluid and salt down.
We left within five minutes, and booked it to the motel.
When I opened the door, the windows were blown out, it looked like a damn hurricane had hit the room, and Reese was gone.
"I'm sorry Lei, she's just gone." Dean shook his head. It had been two days and nothing, no sign of her anywhere. At that point, if we stayed any longer, Dean and Sam were going to get caught.
"She can't be gone Dean, she just can't." I tore at my hair and kicked the dresser.
"Lei, we have to get going, I'm sorry, but-" Sam started.
"I get it! Okay? Just shut the fuck up! I get it! She's gone!" I screamed, knocking everything over that I could reach. The lights behind me exploded in a shower of sparks and I fell to the ground, tears falling freely from my face.
"Sam, go wait in the car." Dean said quietly, I heard Sam starting to protest, but it was quickly followed by the closing of the door.
"Lei," Dean sighed, pulling me into a hug. I buried my face in his shoulder. "I'm sorry sis, I really really am, and I know that ain't enough, it damn well never is, but we're going to try our hardest to find Reese, okay? We'll find that little peanut butter cup if it's the last thing we do."
I couldn't help but smile when Dean called her a peanut butter cup. Reese's Pieces were Freddy's favourite candy, and I'd liked the name as a nickname before she was born, and it kinda stuck. No one had called her peanut butter cup, or Reese's Pieces since she was real small though, as she rolled her eyes every time it was brought up.
"I know." I mumbled into his jacket. That stupid old leather jacket. It'd been John's for years and years, but Dean got it when we were seventeen, and never seemed to go anywhere without it since. That dumb jacket had been there for just about everything from bedtime stories to Sammy, to late night stargazing when the weather was just right.
"Come on octopus, let's get you into the car." He said, taking me out of the hug, but keeping an arm wrapped around me like I might run away.
"What about my Pontiac?" I asked.
"I'll get Bobby to tow it back to his place, it'll be fine." He assured me, patting me on the back and opening the backseat door.
"Thank you De." I said as I sat down on the seat.
It was a quiet ride, for once absent of music and speech. I tried to make myself believe it would all get better, we would find Reese, and it would all be fine, but my mind kept coming up with horrible scenario after horrible scenario. We were almost into Sioux Falls when my phone rang.
"Hola, this is Pandeski's Mortuary, you stab 'em, we slab 'em. This is Eight Ball speaking." I said. Hunter professionalism at its finest.
"Leila? That you?" Andy asked.
"Hey Andy, how've you been?" I grinned a little, happy for the distraction.
"I've been pretty good, sensed a disturbance in the force though. You and the mini clone doing alright?" He asked, sounding uncharacteristically serious.
"Not-Not really," I admitted. "Reese, uh, Reese vanished."
"What happened?" Andy asked.
"Just, gone. Like a hurricane in the motel room." I choked. Dean reached over and stole the phone from me.
"Hey Andy, Dean here." He said.
"It's rude to steal people's phones, and illegal to talk and drive." I said loudly, though I was a little relieved to not have to relive the past two days.
The phone conversation lasted two minutes before Dean hung up and tossed the phone back to me.
"You're welcome." Dean said.
"Shut up." I grumbled.
They left me at Bobby's the second they got wind of a case. Possible Djinn. I didn't mind too much, spent the weekend that they were gone digging through the boxes in the attic. Turns out Bobby had kept literally every LP and CD we'd bought, and all the books. Even the old Bible I used to keep in the bottom of my bag. Tucked between the pages, there was the St. Gabriel pendant. I hadn't worn it in years. It was a security blanket for me, I kept it on to let me know I wasn't alone when I was scared, but I took it off when I decided that the Angel crap was probably all bull. I hadn't told anyone, but I'd given up on the idea that maybe I was half Angel, and Dean obviously had too, as he'd said on multiple occasions that he didn't believe.
Sorry it's so short, couldn't wait to get to the next chapter.
