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Chapter Seven:
-Impala: Anna and Dean-
"Okay, I'll call you later. Oh and Chase… thanks. And be careful." As Anna hung up the phone she glanced at Dean. When she woke up this morning in Dean's arms it was to say the last a bit awkward. She retreated to the bathroom and took a hot shower. She didn't stay in too long because she figured she owed Dean some hot water. They hadn't really said anything to each other since they left the hotel. She was just glad to be away from the shitty town with the shitty people. It seemed a lot of stuff around her lately was just that: shitty. She didn't want to talk about what happened last night and thankfully Dean didn't ask anything about her nightmare. But the silence must have gotten to him because he finally did speak shortly after she got off the phone with Chase.
"So how did you and Chase meet each other? I mean you've made it clear that you're not dating…"
She just looked at Dean and thought about what she was going to say. A lot of people that she and Chase worked with in the past always wondered what their relationship was. Her and Chase had a lot of history.
"Well… I first saw him when I was fourteen and hated him instantly but never really understood why."
"I do." Dean's response got a small smile out of me. Chase had that effect on many people but as much of an asshole he can be, he also can be a good person to have on your side.
"I know he comes off as a dick which he is but he's not that bad. I mean he was there for me when I really needed him and had no one to turn to."
"What would a fourteen year old need with an older guy? Dean asked a bit puzzled.
"Well I didn't actually talk to him when I first met him. I went to him for help when I was sixteen, he was, I think twenty one then. I didn't know why I ended up at his doorstep but I did and he helped me without expecting anything in return. So we kind of stuck together and he taught me everything he knew about the business."
Dean took all this information in. We both knew I was leaving a lot out but he didn't press for more information on why I needed help in the first place.
"So you told Sam you're a damp, damper, diaper? Hell, I don't remember the exact word now." After I corrected him and told him I was in fact a Dhampir and not a diaper he was still interested in hearing more about me. I was honestly sick of talking about myself.
"So you have special abilities? Do you get visions? Is that what you had last night?"
"No that was just your typical nightmare. I have some abilities; I can sense things that aren't human. But don't get me wrong I don't have like super human strength or anything. Nope I get my ass kicked just like any other person. So what about you? How did you become a good hearted hunter who helps the helpless?"
"I've been involved in this business since I was four. My mother was killed by a demon and after that my father devoted everything to finding the fucking demon. Sam and I are just continuing the legacy I guess- the family business."
"Did you ever find the thing that killed your mother?" I knew I probably shouldn't have been so noisy but I couldn't help it, Dean and his history fascinated me.
"Yeah, we did and I killed that fucker. But my father died before we found him."
"I'm sorry."
"Well one thing about John Winchester is that he is one stubborn son of a bitch. He ended up being a part of it even after he died."
"That's good. …I want to have that feeling."
"What feeling?" Oh shit. I didn't realize that I said that last part out loud.
"The feeling of killing the thing that killed people you care about. I guess revenge is what I'm looking for."
Dean just looked at me and I knew he got it. I never thought that I would be thinking this but Dean Winchester and I had a lot in common.
"I hope you get that." Dean whispered it and looked at me so that I would see how much he meant it. "We are finally here." I was relieved we finally made it to Bobby's because I don't think I've talked as much about myself as I have in the last couple of days.
As we walked into Bobby's house I was amazed at the amount of books there was. "How are we supposed to find the ones he told us to?"
"Well he gave us a list of the titles so I guess we just start looking." I think we both realized at that same moment that the wrong people came to Bobby's. We were a lot alike in more ways than one. And one thing we had in common was that we were definitely not book people.
-Warehouse: Chase and Sam-
Looking down at the chains that just a couple of nights ago held me bound like a defenseless asshole pissed me off. The warehouse smelt horrible but to be fair it did have rotting corpses in it. I walked over to the corner looking for any kind of clues but tripped over something and ended up landing on my ass. Yeah this was my week.
"Fuck!" I looked down to see what the hell I tripped over and of course it was that asshole Aaron Black's head. Sam just looked at me and lucky for him he held back his laugh. As I went to get up I noticed a line of light coming from underneath an old workbench. There was definitely something there, maybe a hidden door? As I got off my ass I resisted the urge to kick Aaron's head like a soccer ball and walked over to the work bench. "Hey give me a hand with this." Together we moved the workbench and then both started feeling the wall for any irregularities. And of course I had no luck and really I didn't expect to but Sam found the trap door. We worked together to open it and inside there was a small room.
"Shit" Sam and Chase said at the same time. "What the fuck kind of alter is this?" Sam asked but really Chase had no fucking clue. Chase recognized many of the symbols but some of them were new to him. The symbols he did recognize were old and also very powerful. Whatever this Damien fucker was into was bad.
"We better not touch anything until we know what the hell it all means. I'll take some pictures of the symbols so we can do more research on them. It's going to be a pain in the ass to find out what some of them are because their so freakin old!" Chase was impressed with Sam's knowledge and agreed with his conclusions. It would be stupid to fuck with something you had no clue what it meant. So while Sam took pictures with his cell phone and reclosed the trap door, Chase went to take care of some unfinished business.
"Ummm… dude what the hell are you doing?" Chase heard Sam ask him the question but he was too busy concentrating to answer him at that exact moment. Trying to put Aaron Black's head into a plastic bag and not get any blood on his clothes was not the easiest thing to do.
"Well this fucker is the reason I am involved in all this shit and I intend to get the money for that job. The client is trying to get out of paying and pulling all this bullshit like 'how am I supposed to know he's really dead'. I think when I put this fucker's head on his dining room table he'll be convinced. Want to give me a hand? This shirt is Armani and I don't' want fucking blood and guts on it."
"Sorry, you're on your own. I draw the line at bagging vampire heads. Hurry up we need to figure out what these symbols mean and its going to be a bitch to look them all up." I could tell Sam was on edge. He was probably worried about his brother, or it could be that I looked a little crazy trying to bag a head but hey a man's got a job to do.
"No problem finding out about the symbols. I have so many connections to the occult that I can have the information by dinner."
"What you have people on speed dial that will just happen to know what these evil symbols mean and be willing to tell us?" Sam sounded a bit shocked but that's probably expected. He's probably used to having to do all his grunt work.
"Well no… most of them aren't people per say, and I don't have them on speed dial that would just be ridiculous; most of them don't even have phones! And for the right price they will tell us everything we need to know. Okay I'm ready to go and look no blood!" I smiled at my success but Sam just shook his head.
On the drive back to Chase's apartment, Sam was looking through the pictures he took and looking them up on the internet. Chase told him not to bother but Sam said he needed something to do and it wouldn't hurt to start now. The geek even knew that some of the symbols represented certain demons. As Chase was driving he happened to glance down at Sam's computer screen.
"Oh Shit!" Chase swerved the truck and parked on the side of the road.
"What the hell?" Sam was startled and Chase couldn't blame him but he was getting a serious case of déjà vu.
"That symbol, I know it… fuck! This is not good, not good at all!"
"What you've seen it before?"
"No, I didn't see it but I know someone who did…"
"Who?"
"Anna. Fuck this is so not good…"
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