HEY ALL!
I am soooooooo sorry that I haven't updated in the last couple weeks. I know I hate watiing for updates on the stories that I am followin *hides in corner*, however here I am with a new chapter! I have been wanting to write it, however I was caught up in the Holiday's, car breaking down (GAH), etc...
Anywho. Here we go to continue our love birds' story!
***DISCLAIMER... I OWN ONLY MY OWN CHARACTERS EVEN THOUGH I WOULD LOOOOVE TO HAVE DEAN***
Tethered Love 2
Chapter Seven: Surprises
Dean growled heavily as he thrusted his iron bar through the apparation that was currently trying it's best to kill him. They had been on a ghost haunting for the last several days and had finally discovered the damn bastard who was causing hell to the locals here.
Dean wiped the sweat from his forehead, the house was completely swealtering even though there wasn't a fire going. The haunter had died in a fire previous years ago in the house they were in and was cooking all the poor son's of bitches who decided to move to the place.
Suddenly his breathe was knocked out of him, Dean clawed at his throat trying to breathe, Where are you Sammy?!
The ghost finally burst into orange sparks, signaling it's time here on Earth finished. Sam had done his job and found the object that tied it here.
Sam burst from downstairs, his hair a complete mess, "It was a keepsake some crazy moron thought was a good idea to have-" he stopped noticing Dean's predicement on the floor, "You okay, Dean?"
Dean coughed and got up, brushing stray ashes from his jeans, "Just fine, Sammy." Dean shook it off, there was no physical damage he just had to catch his breathe.
Amy gulped down the icy water, trying to calmm the unquenchable heat that filled her veins. It suddenly stopped, to her releif. She sighed heavily and leaned against the counter. Dean wasn't too far away luckily this time on the hunt, which allowed her to move normally through the house... however she still had nasty side effects from whatever it was Dean was up to.
She looked down at the sweat soaked shirt and groaned, making her way back to her closet. She ripped off the shirt, standing there in her black bra. She flipped through the wire hangers that held the few shirts that she owned. Her thin fingers suddenly stopped on a red shimery dress that she had yet to wear. The sweetheart cut front showed her cleavage off nicely, and flowed down to her knees. Originally, she had intended it to be worn for Dean's birthday... but he had been gone on a hunt for it, leaving the dress forgotten in the back of the wooden closet.
"Oh, what the hell," Amy murmmered shimmying out of her leggings and into the dress.
She started humming to herself, before cranking up the stero Dean had installed in her room. She fflippedd her hair and quickly applied some make up and mascara... tonight she was going out, even if it was only to the grocery store. With nothing to do the last four months... a woman was bound to break, and becides beer and eggs were not staples to live off of.
Soon the dusty keys of her mustang were in hand and she sped off to the nearest location, wind flying through her hair.
Dean laid his head back on the head rest of Baby, trying to close his eyes while Sam took the wheel. No rest was coming to him though, he had too much on his mind at the moment.
"Sam?"
"Hm?" Sam asked absent mindely, trying to keep his eyes on the road. He was much more strict when it came to driving than Dean who would drive with one eye open and a hamburger in a hand if the opportunity came.
"I wanna give Amy something."
"Uh hu..."
Dean rolled his eyes and punched his brother in the arm, "Dude!"
Sam shook his head, "Sorry! What's up?"
"I got this idea for Amy... but I don't know about it..."
Sam raised his eyebrow, "What sort of thing?"
Dean pressed his face into his hands, "I don't even know why I'm telling you this it's a fucking stupid idea.." he groaned pulling out the silver pendent that was resting against the hallow of his chest, "She gave me this a couple days ago and I feel bad I don't have anything for her."
Intruiged, Sam smirked, "Yeah?"
"Oh shut up!" Dean shoved Amy's gift back down the front of the shirt, sighing when it hit his skin.
Sam laughed, "Dean, if you want to get Amy something, she's going to love it."
"How do you know that?"
"Cause girl's will like just about anything knowing that they were thought of."
Dean mulled that over, "Okay, I just want to give her something more special than 'just about anything.'"
Amy walked back to her car throwing the groceries in her trunk, when she felt a presence behind her. Instinctively, Amy reached for the gun sitting near her left when she heard a familiar voice, "Ames?"
She whipped around, staring into a tall man decked in a suit and tie. Black curls covered his head, and brightened the grey tones of his eyes, "Ian?"
Ian gawked at her, "It's been how long? Three years and suddenly here you are?"he tucked his hands into the pockets of his slacks.
Amy was completely baffled... Ian. They had been best friends through highschool, college, and she had up and vanished after her sister died, "It's a long story."
Ian chuckled, "That was always you, with the stories."
She blushed slightly, closing the trunk of her ride, "Yeah..."
They stook their awkwadly, goosebumps starting to cover Amy's skin from the slight breeze that had decided to start up from the east.
Ian blinked, "Do you want to maybe catch up? I could buy you a drink?"
"Maybe some other time, Ian..." Amy frowned.
"There might not be another time," Ian stated, clearly disapointed, "I just got out of a job interview I'm headed to New York for a promotion."
"That explain the monkey suit," she blurted.
Ian rolled his eyes, "Oh yeah, you know me. I'd rather be in a hoodie any time, but the suits pay," he paused, "just for old times sake? I won't keep you for more than an hour."
Amy hesitated, thinking to Dean. She had know idea when he would be back home... finally she gave in, "Just an hour!"
"Great!" Ian grinned, showing off perfect white teeth, "I'll meet you outside of Lil's place?"
Amy jumped in through the window and reved her engine, "Race you?"
Ian wiggled his eye brows, "You're on."
This chapter might be a little wonky with the back and forth, but I wanted to make sure that I got the information needed to kick off the real gears that are getting this going!
~Dean'sGirl555
