THE NEXT MORNING
DJ was beginning to wake up. Her shoulder was starting to go numb. She tried to turn over, but found that an arm was pinning her down. Her eyes popped open, and saw flesh, male flesh. She looked up and found...Dean!
Suddenly memories of previous night assaulted her. Her breath caught in her throat, remembering everything...
What in the hell had posessed her to do...anything with him. It hadn't been bad, no, in fact, it had been just the opposite, it had been fantastic. She had felt intoxicated by his very scent.
She'd never felt anything like that before. It felt like a drug, a drug that she could possibly get hooked on, very quickly. This was bad. So very bad, it went against everything that she strived for. She couldn't fall for someone, it would be so easy for some little nasty to find out, and seek out revenge on them, especially given who he was. It would give any supernatural being incentive to go after him, hell even her, twice as much. This was a bad situation.
She bit her lip, sighed, and took her eyes off of his face. She untangled herself from him, pulled on the sheet. She wrapped it around her, got up, found some clothes, and then headed for the shower. She needed to clear her head, and a nice, long, hot shower would help quite a bit.
She turned the water on, got it to the perfect temperature, then turned the shower on. She let the sheet fall to the floor, and got into the shower. She let the water pour over her, then, after a minute, she stepped foreward, and rested her forehead on her arm, which rested on the wall. The water cascaded down her back. She replayed the events from last night, and was oblivious to everything else.
She suddenly smelled...her body wash. She frowned. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her back, rubbing her body wash on her. She spun around, slipping as she did so. Luckily, Dean had quick reflexes. He caught her, and helped her regain her balance.
"What do you think you are doing?" She asked.
"Conserving water." He told her.
She frowned.
"This is a bad idea." She told him.
"Why?" He asked, rubbing the body wash on her shoulders.
He stepped closer to her, but she took a step away from him.
"This can't go any further than now." She told him, taking another step away from him, as he got closer to her.
"Why? We are both hunters, we understand what hunting is like, we're the perfect match." He told her, taking another step closer, rubbing the body wash along the side of her neck.
She was becoming intoxicated again. She shut her as she took one more step back, and ran into the wall. Dean pressed up against her.
"If this continued, and some nasty figured it out...they...would come after...one, or both...even more...someone might get...hurt." She said breathlessly, as he began kissing her neck.
"In our profession, we could get hurt every single time we went out there." He said.
She moaned, as he started nibbling on her ear.
"You don't...realize...how many things...you've pissed off...since you began. I've done...my...damage too...we would be...bigger...bigger...targets than we are...now." She told him.
His hands...
"Then come with us." He whispered into her ear.
His voice...
"I..." She lost her voice when he began sucking lightly on her neck.
She moaned, as her hands threaded their way through his hair. His scent, her drug, was making her brain into mush already. She wanted to agree to anything he wanted, just to be close to him, and have her next hit.
It would be too dangerous to get involved with him.
He kissed her, and her resolve was beginning to shatter. Her body was struggling for control, over her mind, and her mind was losing the battle. The pull of the drug was too intoxicating, and her resolve finally broke when she wrapped her arms around his neck. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and deepened the kiss.
"We can protect each other, nothing will happen to either of us. I promise. Come with us. Stay with us." He whispered into her ear.
She moaned. She looked into his eyes, and was hypnotized. She heard the words, and realized that she was the one saying them.
"Yes. I'll go with you. I'll stay with you." She breathed.
The hit of his drug had addled her brain, made her speak, without thinking about it first. He was very bad for her, but she was addicted. Sometimes all it took was once...
God, she hoped that she wasn't going to regret this...
She had quickly dressed, and was standing outside, on the balcony. Dean was still in the shower. She began to process what had led up to the events of last night. The nightmare. She bit her lip, and tried to control her breathing. Crowley...Purgatory...the car...wait, the Impala...the Impala John had told...Bobby to set her in...Bobby.
An old man's face flashed behind her lids. Her eyes popped open, and almost as if she already knew where it was, she saw the Impala...Dean's Impala. How did Dean know Bobby? What did all of this mean?
"What are you thinking about so adamantly?" Dean asked, wrapping his arms around her waist, and pressing his cheek to hers.
"Where did you get your car from?" She asked.
He laughed.
"My car? You were thinking of my car? My father gave it to me. Why?" He asked.
She didn't answer his question.
"How do you know Bobby?" She asked in a small voice, knowing the answer, thinking that she could be wrong.
"You must have been thorough in your digging on us. He was a friend of my father's. Growing up Sammy and I called him Uncle Bobby. Now, he's more like a father." He told her with a slight shrug.
She had thought so.
"Why?" He asked.
She licked her dry lips.
"You should get dressed, I'm sure that Sam is going crazy, not knowing if I've killed you, or not. We should stop his suffering." She said, quietly.
"Hey, is everything ok?" He asked, turning her to face him.
She bit her lip, but nodded. He leaned down, brushed his lips against hers, and then went back inside to get dressed. She took one last look at the sky line, then returned inside, and shut the portrait. She brushed her hair while she was waiting for Dean to finish getting dressed.
She finished soon after Dean was fully dressed again.
She moved the armoire back to where it belonged, then pulled the mirror open. They headed down the stairs, and to where Sam and Bobby were.
Bobby was pacing, and Sam was sitting on the bed, staring off into space. Sam's shirt and pants had rips in them. Castiel was nowhere to be found. When DJ and Dean walked in, Sam jumped up, pointing one of her guns at her, Bobby was pointing the other at her. She frowned.
"Put those down, before you hurt yourself." She told them.
"I've been handling guns since before you were born." Bobby snapped at her.
She locked eyes with him.
"You would know, wouldn't you?" She said.
That seemed to surprise him, but neither lowered their guns. She sighed. This was going nowhere, fast.
"Dean." She said.
"It's fine guys." He told them.
They hesitated, and she frowned.
"Whatever. When you are ready to talk like smart human beings, I will be in the kitchen." She snapped.
She spun on her heel, and walked back through the door. She didn't care if they followed, or not. She went through her bedroom, and made her way to the kitchen. She poured herself a bowl of cereal, and ate quickly.
Once she finished eating, she grabbed a broom, and started cleaning up the debris from the chandelier. She had just finished, when they walked in. She put the broom away, and leaned up against the counter, crossing her arms in front of her.
Dean sat down with a bowl, and poured himself a bowl of cereal.
Sam and Bobby just looked at him.
"What? I'm hungry." Dean said.
"So, are we going to get answers? Who are you?" Bobby asked.
She just looked at him for a minute. He didn't remember her. Of course he wouldn't, why would he? She cleared her throat. What the hell, might as well tell them her real name.
"My name is DJ White. I'm a hunter, and I prefer that information doesn't go any farther than you. I've worked my ass off to have almost no one know who I am. I don't usually work with other hunters, ever. However, the situation has...changed. We are after the same...person. Crowley." She said, glancing at Dean.
He winked at her quickly. Her lip twitched.
"What do you mean, the situation has changed?" Sam asked cautiously.
Bobby was searching her face, and before she could answer, Bobby spoke.
"Danielle White?" Bobby asked in surprise.
Her eyes locked onto his. She nodded after a minute. His eyes widened. He ran a hand through his hair.
"Bobby?" Sam asked, looking between him and her.
Dean was watching them both in attention too.
"I'm happy to see that Crowley hasn't gotten to you. Why are you going after him?" Bobby asked.
"Wait, you two know each other?" Dean asked.
They ignored him.
"He killed my family Bobby, you should know. I'm going to kill him, even if it kills me." She said coldly.
Bobby shook his head as he sat down in one of the free chairs.
"What the hell is going on?" Sam asked.
They ignored him too.
"He thought that someone in your family knows where Purgatory is, if you go to him, he will torture you until you tell him where it is, or until he gets bored, and kills you when he realizes that you don't know where it is." Bobby told her.
"He'll only do that, if he can catch me." She muttered.
"He's a demon, the king of hell! He's not a newbie, you can't fight him yourself." Bobby said.
"Well that's where the situation has changed, I will be with Dean and Sam, they are after him, and so am I, we'll work together. Besides, you don't know me. You don't know what I can do." She said.
"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked.
She sighed, and looked at the ceiling. After a second, she looked back at him.
"You never figured out how he knew that you were there, and got away before you could get to him. I heard you and...well, I heard running, and I said something. He knew that you guys were there before you got to us. He was ready for you." She said.
Dean got up and walked over to her. He put his hands on her shoulders, and she looked up at him.
"What are you two talking about?" Dean asked.
Bobby began talking.
"Crowley has been searching for Purgatory for years. No one knows where it is, so we thought that he would never find it, however, we were still tracking him. John and I had tracked him to an Oracle. He wanted to know how to find the entrance. The Oracle gave him a message. We heard it. The White one knows to see Purgatory. The White one that can hear everything around, and aim either way. It took him a while, but he figured it out to be that White was a person, and he went after all the families with the last name of White. Which is where John and I had found Danielle." Bobby said.
He looked at DJ. She sighed, her turn. She stepped around Dean, letting her hand brush up against his. She sat down in a chair.
"I had been over at a friend's house, and it was later than I had thought, so I hurried home, through the field that had separated our houses. I saw the glow of the fire before I actually saw the flames. My house was on fire, and I knew that my family was still inside. I didn't think, I just reacted. I ran inside, and up the stairs. I checked in my sister's room to try to help her. She wasn't there. I headed down the hall to my parent's room." She stopped for a minute, trying to stay in control of her emotions. She felt Dean's hand on her shoulder.
She cleared her throat, and continued.
"My sister and mother had been killed already. Crowley was still...interrogating my father. Once he saw that I was there, he threatened my father with killing me. My father told him that he didn't know what he was talking about. Crowley had his hand around my neck, and that's when I heard two people running towards the house, and I said something, trying to give my father hope in surviving. It didn't work, Crowley killed him, and he...he said that he marked me, somehow, and would be back for me. He thinks that I know where Purgatory is, but I have no clue." She said.
"How did you hear us though?" Bobby asked.
"The same way that I knew that you three had broken in last night. I heard you, and I was waiting for you. Since I was seven, I've been...different from the other kids. My senses were way beyond everyone else's. My hearing, sight, touch, taste, smell, all heightened to freakish proportions. If that wasn't enough, I could lift a truck as if it was a toy, and if I pushed it, I could run a mile in nothing flat. However, Mother Nature wasn't done screwing with me. Although, it is great in hunting, it's not normal, I have, as I've said before, perfect aim. I can hit any target, at pretty much any angle. I've learned how to use what I have, for the best, but it drove me crazy when I was in school." She said.
Dean squeezed her shoulder. She ran a hand through her hair, trying to forget the images from her past.
"Crowley left right after we had gotten there." Bobby said.
She looked up at Dean.
"I would have died in that fire, but Bobby and your father saved me." She said quietly.
"That's why you asked about the Impala, and how we knew Bobby." Dean said.
"I didn't recognize him at first, well, not until...the nightmare." She said.
"Nightmare?" Bobby said.
She sighed.
"Last night I caught her trying to take a swan dive off of her balcony." Dean said.
"I had a nightmare about that night, and I walked in my sleep, if Dean hadn't caught me when he did, I would have died." She said.
Nobody spoke for a few minutes.
"So, what happens now? Where do we go from here?" Sam asked.
"We find, and kill Crowley. We'll compare notes, and find him. Sooner, rather than later, I hope." She said, locking eyes with Dean.