Lady A: Hello everyone and welcome back to Chosen! So sorry for the long wait, but it has been super busy with six Doctor Who stories and then all the family stuff. So with that being said, let's get to Monster Movie! Thanks to all those who faved, followed and reviewed! Be sure to check out my latest Doctor Who story, Soul of the Doctor!
Brief Recap: Artimes attempted to stop Travis from making a horrible mistake and ended up handcuffed to a chair after taking a beating from the older hunter. Jack released her and asked her to stop him. She flame broiled Jack Montgomery and descended into tears for having taken a life. Sam came to the realization that Artimes was their heart.
Looking Forward: The trio of hunters are on their way to Pennsylvania to hunt what appears to be a vampire. Artimes realizes what episode she is about to do and she finds it difficult to contain her excitement. The boys don their FBI suits and they insist that she has to wear a skirt, much to her chagrin. They meet up with the Sheriff, who looks at the ginger like she is eye candy and the boys immediately become more defensive of their female friend.
Now on with the show!
Chapter Ten: Welcome to Transylvania
The Impala, being driven by Dean, barreled down a road lined with trees. They passed a sign that said 'Welcome to Pennsylvania', but the resident Supernatural expert, Artimes, could have sworn that it had said 'Welcome to Transylvania'. She shook her head slightly, disregarding it as a figment of her imagination, and went back to writing in her journal. She had started a routine of writing down their cases and adventures after Jack's death. It was her way of coping, she supposed…wanting to keep a written account of those they have lost and those they have saved.
"The radio around here sucks." The elder Winchester complained causing to her sigh.
He flicked off the radio, annoyed.
"Well, we can't have exceptional radio reception during a lightning storm, now can we?" The ginger countered sarcastically, gesturing out the front window with her right hand.
Lightning flashed brightly as if agreeing with the crimson haired woman. He gave her a playful glare in the rear view mirror and she sent back a challenging smirk. She had been with them for almost a month now and the boys' lingering misgivings about her had pretty much faded away by this point.
"Come on, guys. Jobs don't get much sweeter than this, you know? Dead vic with a gnawed-on neck, body drained of blood, and a witness who swears up and down that it was a vampire." Dean rattled off, trying to sell them the case.
"No, I…I agree. It's a hell of a case." Sam said distractedly.
"A little more gusto, please. Artz?" The blonde replied glancing back at the red head.
She looked up from her journal with a 'You can't be serious?' look on her face.
"Remember the sweet case you mentioned a week and half ago. We showed a little more gusto then…" She replied her voice so sweet before being laced heavily with sarcasm, "…and I was nearly ripped in half by werewolf!"
He gave her an apologetic look while she simply glared at him.
"Hey, I said I was sorry about that." Dean apologized for the umpteenth time.
She gave him a dead panned expression, not believing him in the slightest.
"You dressed me up as a cheerleader and used me as werewolf bait, you perverted asshole." She snapped no real heat to her voice and her eyes twinkling with amusement.
"Yeah, nice legs by the way." He commented waggling his eyebrows at her and giving her that seductive, cheeky grin of his.
She blushed deeply before smacking the back of his head with her left hand.
"Ow!" He complained but was still smiling.
"Idjit." She muttered going back to her journal, trying to make her smile go away.
"How can you guys be so happy go lucky? It's just…the world is coming to an end. Things are little complicated, you know?" Sam interjected being the wet blanket for the day and causing the other two occupants of the car to glance over at him.
Dean's eyes flickered to the rear view mirror, his eyes and Artimes's meeting for a moment. He could see the guilt and the desire to help swirling in those sapphire depths, so he winked at her, trying to lighten the mood. She smiled slightly, her blue orbs brightening a bit. He hated seeing her so upset about not being able to tell them about future events, so he did whatever he could to bring a smile to her face.
"Yeah, well, we can't save the world, not today anyway. But what we can do is chop off some vamps' heads. Come on, guys, it's like the good old days, an honest to goodness monster hunt. It's about time the Winchesters got back to tackling a straight forward, black and white case." The elder Winchester replied trying to get his brother out of his funk.
The ginger's head popped up at the blonde's words. They were so familiar…she wracked her brain for a few moments, trying to understand why they rang a bell. A grin spread across her face as she realized that she was at the beginning of Season Four, Episode Five: Monster Movie. It was, by far, one of her most favorite episodes. The boys were going to be so surprised by the end of it all. She forced down her grin to a small smile and tried desperately not to go all fan girl.
"You calling me a Winchester, Dean?" She asked getting back to their conversation.
"You might as well be for putting up with our shit twenty four/seven." He answered smiling.
She laughed a bit.
"Ha! I should be sainted for that!" The red head exclaimed good naturedly.
Sam, despite his best efforts to remain in his somber mood, started to laugh, his eyes shining with humor and amusement.
"You'd make a terrible saint, Artz." The brunette commented continuing to laugh.
Dean let out a bark of laughter, guffawing loudly…especially at the look on the ginger's face.
"Oi!" She cried out indignantly.
They continued laughing until she finally bopped both of them in the back of the head which led to the entire group descending into uncontrollable laughter.
The trio of hunters were standing outside the Impala, making final adjustments to their clothes. Artimes smoothed out her skirt, not very happy with the elder Winchester for making her wear the short monstrosity again. The only reason she had complied was because Sam insisted that it would appear more professional and authentic if she did.
"Stop fussing, you look smoking hot." Dean commented earning a glare from the irate red head.
She turned and faced him, smoothing out his collar before taking a hold of his tie. He waited for her to try and strangle him with it like she usually did, but instead she fixed it. While still holding his tie, she looked up through her eyelashes, an almost smoldering look in her blue orbs. The blonde's mouth ran dry as his heartbeat quickened. All he could do was stare, completely transfixed by those bright and stunning sapphires.
"Not too bad yourself, handsome." She replied softly.
Dean had to fight down the incredibly strong urge to kiss her senseless. She patted his chest, smirking slightly, before walking away with a sway of her hips. He growled in frustration. Damn it, that woman was going to be the death of him. His brother gave him a knowing look, well aware of his elder sibling's physical attraction to the crimson haired woman. The blonde rolled his eyes before stepping away from the Impala to follow the ginger that loved to torment him.
"We still got to see the new Raiders movie." Dean commented as the brothers caught up to the smiling red head.
"Saw it." Sam replied smiling slightly at how the ginger seemed fascinated with the festivities going on around them.
Her eyes were bright and full of curiosity. He tugged her back by her suit jacket and she pouted at him.
"Without me?" Dean asked incredulously, also pulling Artimes back so she wouldn't wander off.
"You were in Hell." The brunette answered like it was obvious.
The ginger finally gave up trying to look around and both brothers released her simultaneously.
"That's no excuse." Dean snapped pouting slightly.
"I'll watch it with you, Dean. I've never seen it." Artimes piped up.
"It's a date." He stated smirking at her.
She smirked right back and crossed her arms, her right hip jutting out in a sassy manner. The elder Winchester swallowed slightly, his eyes roaming over the ginger's body. That woman knew how to rock a suit.
"Why?" She started garnering his attention again, "You bringing a girlfriend or is it a boyfriend since you're classified as a 'pretty boy'?" She sassed her eyes shining with a wicked amusement.
Sam let out a short bark of laughter, earning a glare from his elder sibling. Before he could respond, something caught the blonde's attention and he smiled like an idiot.
"Big pretzel!" Dean said happily, grabbing the ginger's hand.
The younger Winchester smiled and shook his head as his older brother practically dragged the crimson haired woman over to the pretzel vendor. Dean took two pretzels while Artimes took one. They said their thanks and the pair rejoined the brunette, offering him the third pretzel.
"Thank you." Sam said smiling.
The trio enjoyed their pretzels, the ginger making snide comments about the elder Winchester and the younger Winchester laughing in response. As they finished up, the red head caught sight of the sheriff.
"There he is." She spoke up, pointing to a man in a sheriff's uniform.
The hunters walked over to him, dodging a few drunken customers along the way. Dean actually had to catch Artimes once because of some idiot nearly knocked her off her feet. She smiled at the elder Winchester, thanking him for his quick reflexes. He chuckled and commented about her lack of gracefulness. She glared at him and smacked him upside the head before joining Sam.
"Sheriff Dietrich?" The younger Winchester asked garnering the sheriff's attention instantly.
"Are you the boys…" He started but paused upon seeing the ginger, his eyes roaming over her body, "…and woman from the fed?"
Artimes felt like she was going to wretch at the lustful look she was getting from the officer.
"Agents Angus and Young." Sam introduced as the brothers produced their FBI badges.
"This is our agent in training, Miss Powell." Dean continued as the ginger pulled out her ID and flashed it at the man.
They put away their badges and continued on with their conversation.
"We called ahead about your…uh…problem." Sam stated not liking how the sheriff was eying the ginger like she was candy.
"Right. Um…I'll tell you what. Why don't we talk about this out away from the crowd, huh?" The sheriff suggested licking his lips slightly as he glanced at the red head again.
Artimes was fighting the intense urge to hurl at that moment. She was now thoroughly pissed at the elder Winchester for making her wear a skirt. Dean wrapped his arm around her waist and she calmed under his touch. Damn that Dean Winchester for knowing the kill switch to her anger.
"Lead the way, Sheriff." The blonde stated curtly, a dark look in his eyes that said 'Back off or die a horrific death by my hand'.
The sheriff seemed to get the hint, especially when the younger Winchester moved closer to the ginger haired woman. The hunters followed after the sheriff, never venturing more than a few inches from the crimson haired woman. They knew there would be hell to pay later for the amount of discomfort she was being forced to endure and they knew she would make them pay dearly. Hell hath no fury like their Artz.
Lady A: Voila! Chapter Ten: Welcome to Transylvania is complete! *chuckles* I loved the funny bits in this because it just came out so naturally and it made me laugh while I was writing it. Just to confirm, Artimes is very much a tom boy. She dislikes skirts, dresses, and the colors pink and yellow. She loves darker clothing and prefers jeans and converse. Anyways, leave tons and tons of reviews and be on the lookout for Chapter Eleven: Twisting Paths! Stay tuned!