Dis. Disclaim. Discliamer.
Just a note, I deleted Irresistible, if you couldn't tell. Dean and Jenny were annoying me. The sluts.
Chase dried her hands on a blue and green striped towel and wiped a clean streak across the fogged mirror. Two months of death didn't seem to have effected her much, she decided gazing at her reflection. She was a little softer around the edges, her muscles weren't as strong as they used to be, and her hair was longer, but overall not too bad. Sighing lightly, she pulled on the oversized t-shirt and sweats that the boys had lent her. A shopping trip was defiantly in order. Or maybe she should call Lilly. Chase laughed. Lilly would have a heart attack. Who knew if they were still in Pennsylvania even.
Pennsylvania. She could barely remember anything about it. Granted, the memories were coming back, slowly, but they were. It was just so frustrating! She still wasn't sure what had happened, what was happening, or what was going to happen. Frankly, she didn't want to think about it.
"Chase?" There was a light knock on the door. "Chase, honey, can I talk with you a bit?"
Smiling, Chase unlocked and opened the faded door to find a rather distraught looking Missouri standing before her. "Sure," she answered following the woman out through the living room and into the dimly lit room she ran her business out of. Rows of tarot cards were laid out on the circular table as well as different sized cups containing an assortment of herbs. "What's going on?" she asked as a feeling of discomfort spread to the tips of her toes.
"It just…" for the first time since she had met her, well, re-met her, Missouri's normal outgoing personality was shadowed by hesitancy. "I've been talking with the boys, dear, and now that I know everything- confirmed everything, really- I think some things should be looked at."
"Okay…" Chase sat deeply in the overly cushioned chair. Why was this making her so uneasy?
"First, I know a doctor that would be more than willing to take a look at you, and not-"
"No." Chase immediately refused, "That can't happen. If any kind of blood sample or anything like that was taken a doctor would realize something was off." She crossed her arms, "I'm in no mood to become some giant experiment."
"Oh, no, honey," Missouri laughed, "He's a good friend of mine. Knows what's what"
"Oh," Chase nodded, "But I feel perfectly fine, and I really don't see the need-"
"Things aren't always what they seem, Chase." Missouri laughed, "I'm not saying there's anything wrong, but I think it would help the boys a little. Sam's all worked up over a visit of some kind. And Dean's just worried." Missouri wrinkled her forehead, "And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a bit worried myself."
"But, Missouri-"
"Hush, child. I'm not going to make you do it," Missouri stated to end the conversation. For a moment the shuffling of the tarot cards was deafening. "The boys are both asleep. There's a stretch of undeveloped land a mile from here. It should hold you for a bit."
"Thanks," Chase whispered before slinking out. "Thanks a lot."
X
It felt good to run. To run was to be free, to be powerful, and she certainly didn't feel either.
But something was different. The change was different, the wolf's body was different, everything was different. She tried to attribute it to the fact that she was out of shape, but there was just something heavy about the situation. Maybe there was something wrong with her. Maybe she should see Missouri's doctor. You're being paranoid, she scolded herself, you're fine.
She was fine.
XxXxX
Dean watched as the last rays of sun faded from the ceiling. A door slam had woken him up. An angry door slam that he knew had to have been Chase. Glancing at his phone he was surprised to find that he had been asleep for about five hours. He hadn't gotten that much sleep at one time in months. With a smile, he climbed out of the bed. Might as well go see what Chase's huff was about.
In the kitchen, Missouri was sliding dishes back into their proper places. "We'll go now," she was saying.
A glum expression was on Chase's face. Her hair was in disarray, and her clothes were crooked. Either she had just jumped a deer or some guy. He wasn't sure how he felt about either. "There's nothing wrong," she said quietly, but Missouri heard.
"Then why go?" Missouri asked dusting off her hands.
"I don't want them to worry," she looked eyes with the floor, "I don't want anyone to worry."
Dean slunk back into the shadows. Where was she going?
"Don't carry on," Missouri said in her kind but stern way, "You'll come back happier." Surveying the kitchen, she seemed to deem it clean. "I'll be right back."
As soon as she was out of the room, Dean stepped in.
"Hey," Chase said with a timid smile. "Have a good nap?"
"Yeah," Dean wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "Could've been better."
Chase sighed and leaned her head against Dean's chest. "Yeah, I know what you mean."
"Come, girl," Missouri came back into the kitchen wrapped in a dark shawl. "Dean, there's leftovers warming in the oven. Make sure Sam gets fed."
"Where are you going?" Dean asked Chase.
"Paying a visit to one of Missouri's friends," she attempted smiling again, "We'll be back soon." She kissed his cheek and walked out the door.
Missouri stared at him for a second. "Make sure you and your brother eat."
"Yes ma'am," Dean replied obediently.
"Don't run away and break her heart, boy." She left after Chase without regard to Dean's astonished expression.
XxXxX
She wanted to leave. More than anything she wanted to be back at Missouri's where she felt safe, and where she was with Dean.
"So you lived in France for awhile?" Missouri's friend, William Frasier tried to make small talk as the trio awaited all the test results.
"Mmhmm," Chase answered vaguely. She wasn't in the mood for conversation, and she didn't bother to listen to William's reply. She was more preoccupied by the fact that the smell of blood lingered in the walk in clinic, and damn she was hungry!
There was a light tap on the door, and a tired looking aide stepped in. "Sir," she said handing William a folder.
"Your test results," he explained tapping the folder with a finger.
Thank goodness, she sighed.
"Well," William said in a professional tone, "Your lipids are good, cholesterol. Blood count's off, but that's expected." He closed the folder with a laugh. "Do your predictions ever fail, Missouri?" He asked with a grin.
Missouri smiled back, "Not in all my years."
"What?" Chase asked noticing the mix of jubilance and anxiety on both faces.
"Well," William sat across from her, "I don't know how to explain it, I mean since you've bee, err, gone for the past two months, and since, well, you're only half human, but."
"But what?" Chase demanded, near panic.
William and Missouri's grins grew bigger.
"What is it?" she asked, "Is everything alright?"
"You're perfectly healthy, girl," Missouri beamed, "Perfectly healthy."
XxXxX
Leaning back in his chair, Dean let his eyes close. Missouri's cooking was better the second time around. Once again, ruining his stupor, a door slammed, and angry footsteps echoed in the hall. Dean's eyes snapped open in time to see Chase storm past and scale the stairs to her makeshift room. Missouri came fluttering in behind her, a frown creasing her forehead. "What happened?" Dean asked standing up.
"Where's Sam?" She hung her shawl up and worriedly glanced up the steps.
"Eat-"
"Dude, what happened to her?" Sam asked interrupting his brother.
"Sam," Missouri grasped his arm. "Help me clean up the kitchen."
Throwing a questioning glance over his shoulder, Sam allowed himself to be led away. Dean shrugged and headed upstairs.
"Chase?" he said, quietly opening her door. She was lying on the bed, her face buried in a pillow. "Chase," he tried again.
"What?" Her voice was muffled in the pillow, but Dean could hear the malice in it.
"You okay?" He stood at the edge of the bed gazing down at her. She had yet to look up.
"Peachy," came the subdued reply. "Just dandy."
"So what's going on?"
Chase sat up with a sigh. She watched him debated between sitting next to her and leaving for a second before she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him to her. Dean's eyes widened when his lips met hers. He didn't remember her tasting this good. Vanilla mixed with…her. Eagerly, she pulled him on top of her as she leaned back onto the bed. He let his hands roam, becoming reacquainted with her, and she let hers roam just as much. His hands slipped under her shirt. As they came in contact with her stomach, she gasped and rolled them around.
"What?" he asked, worried that he had triggered some sort of bad memory.
"Nothing," she kissed him lightly once more before getting up. "I just need to hunt, that's all." She left the room without so much as a second glance.
