Lies For My Protection
Hi everyone, here's the next chapter, I couldn't get it to my beta so there's probably loads of mistakes. Sorry about that. Thank you to everyone who's reviewed I'm going to try and PM people back! This chapter is mostly fluff hopefully you all enjoy it.
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Chapter thirty-seven
Average Joe
The next day Dean, Sam and I got up early to visit the Greywoods while Ellen, Charlie and Bobby headed back to the Campbell place to keep trying to get into the safe.
While Sammy was in the shower I finally had a moment alone to speak with Dean. "How are you doing, really?" I asked gently while slipping into some plain black pumps.
"I don't know." Dean replied running his hands through his hair. "Having her journal, its amazing, like we've got a piece of her, you know? And it's also shit. She's not here and I… I miss her B." His amazing brown eyes got a glassy look as unshed tears filled them.
"I know. I'm sorry D." I said wrapping my arms round him, giving him what little comfort I could.
Sam came out the bathroom shortly after so Dean and I untangled ourselves and went back to getting ready.
Dean, Sam and I had dressed as nicely as we could, trying to look as normal as possible. I was wearing my cop skirt with a white tank top which was pretty much the girliest outfit I owned. Dean and Sam were wearing their suit trousers with t-shirts over the top. We might not look as average joe the plumber normal as we'd like but the guys both looked amazingly hot with just their t-shirts on. I hoped Mrs. Greywood wasn't elderly, she'd have a coronary.
It was a short ride thanks to Deans driving, Metallica playing quietly in the background, both guys with their arms out the window as it had warmed up dramatically since yesterday.
The Greywoods place was the picture of suburbia. The lawn was manicured, the flower beds planted with pretty flowers that I couldn't have told apart from weeds and the fence was painted a bright white to match the front door.
"This place gives me the creeps." Dean mumbled as he pulled up next to the side walk.
"Dude, its just a nice house." Sam chuckled while shaking his head.
""Yeah but look, everything's perfect. Too perfect. Bet they've even got a Labrador."
"A Labrador, yeah, we're going to need to call for back up here." Sam carried on ribbing his brother as they climbed out.
"Sorry but I'm with Dean on this one. Its freaky, look they've mown stripes in the lawn. And everything's symmetrical." I said with a frown. How did people have time to make everything this abnormally perfect?
"You two were made for each other." Sam said dryly with an eye roll before reaching out and pressing the gleaming doorbell.
A petite blonde woman who'd obviously had a little work done answered the door with a polite smile on her made-up face. "Hello? Can I help you?"
"Hi, is it Mrs Greywood?" I asked in my sweetest voice.
"Yes." She answered hesitantly.
"Hi I'm Isabella, this Dean and this is Samuel." That name earnt a cough from Dean that was hiding a laugh and a poke in the back from Sam. Oops. I just wanted us to seem more respectable. More like home buyers. "We're looking at buying the property you use to live at but one of the waiters at The Oak told me that before we commit we should speak with yourself?"
"Oh of course. Yes do come in." Mrs. Greywood said stepping back from the doorway so we could pass.
The house itself was like a show home, everything perfectly decorated, everything in its place and gleaming. You couldn't tell anything about the people living here except that they were clean freaks.
"Could I get any of you a drink at all?" The lady asked us leading us into a lounge with two stiff looking sofas and an armchair.
Dean and I took a sofa while Sam took the armchair. "No thank you Mrs. Greywood." Sam answered.
"Oh please call me Julia, Samuel." Julia answered with an appreciative look over the brothers, her eyes barely glossing over me. That was fine, I completely understood, they looked like gods today.
"Thanks." Sam replied looking really uncomfortable.
"So what exactly is wrong with the place?" Dean asked cutting to the point of our little trip. "Its just Izzy and I were really wanting to put an offer in, she loves the porch you see." Dean said with a fake smile as his arm wrapped around my waist. I poked him in the ribs hard. I hated being called Izzy. Hated it. He barely flinched. Maybe I should start training again I was obviously losing my touch.
"There's nothing wrong with the house itself, it's a lovely place. Just right for a starter home, though the garden would take some work Izzy." Julia said while Sammy sat smirking, enjoying my discomfort. "We had visitors looking for people quiet often. They were our problem. They weren't too friendly either kept trying to get into the house." At our raised eyebrows she hastened to add, "but it's been empty for a while now, I'm sure they've given up."
Yeah, sure.
"These people, was there anything strange about them?" Sam asked in his kind yet concerned voice, teamed with his puppy dog eyes which were sure to get an answer.
"Well there was this once, though Marshall -my husband- he said that I was seeing things. Stress and all that." Julia was getting nervous playing with her necklace.
"Try us." Dean said with a disarming smile that could still melt me.
"Well their eyes it was like they flickered black. I'm sure it was just stress like Marshall says but we packed up and moved that day. I couldn't take it anymore." Julia was looking worse. Time to wrap it up.
"Thank you so much, like you said I'm sure these people have moved on. We'll think about the house. That porch really is fabulous." I grinned.
"Oh its fantastic, especially curled up with someone late at night, a glass of wine, music playing. Well you wouldn't regret it." I blushed thinking about doing just that with Dean, as his arm tightened around me. I looked up to see him smiling down at me obviously on the same page as me. As always.
"Oh Julia? Who were the people looking for?" Sam asked as we reached the door.
I had a feeling the answer wasn't going to be a good one.
"The Winchesters." Of freaking course it was.
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We'd gone straight back to the Campbell place and relayed what we'd found to the older three hunters. No-one was particularly happy about what we'd found out but everyone agreed that at least we were safe within the house even if demons did come a-knocking.
With that thought in mind I spent the rest of my morning driving around the town and picking stuff up before driving back to the house. I stocked up the fridge, the pantry, got plates, cups, cutlery, pots, pans, towels, toiletries and sleeping bags. If we had to hole up in the house for any reason then I wanted to be fed, watered, clean and well rested.
Sam and Dean had spent their morning making the house as demon proof and attack proof as possible. In fact I'd been treated to one of the best sights there was to see as I drove the Impala into the driveway as I got back. Dean and Sam were both shirtless in front of the house, they must have been taking a break as they had some dirt streaks on them but currently were holding beers in their hands.
I had to close my mouth as I stopped Deans car. I swallowed hard as I saw him reach up and stretch, his abs rippling slightly, his muscled shoulders knotting in a delicious way that never failed to make me gooey. He was sweating lightly making me think of sharing a bed with him again. And his hair looked almost like his bed hair after we'd had some fun together. Dear Lord I was in heaven. I hoped the sight never failed to leave me breathless.
Sam was also shirtless but looking at him was like looking at my brother almost. Our relationship while not completely mended yet was on its way back to what it was. He was laughing and joking with Dean and I again and didn't avoid us nearly as much as he had done. I still wasn't completely over the him leaving me to die thing yet though.
"You need some help B?" Dean called across as I got out and opened the trunk up.
"Sure." I smiled over at him trying to keep me lust at bay.
"The heat agrees with you B." Dean said wrapping an arm around me and kissing the side of my head. Apparently he was having the same problem I was, though I couldn't see why. I was wearing a pair of cut off jean shorts, a shirt tied round my waist as it had got way too hot for that and a plain black tank top that was probably a little lower cut than I'd have been comfortable with back in forks. My worn black boots completed my outfit such as it was.
"Huh, yeah you too." I replied not bothering to keep the want out of my voice.
"So what d'ya get?" Sam asked coming up behind us and ruining the moment.
"Cockblock." Dean muttered while pulling out a bag of groceries for me. A domestic scene that was almost surreal.
"Yeah like your getting any with Charlie walking around dude." Sam smirked back.
"Whatever." Dean frowned.
"Whatever." Sam replied still smiling.
"Alrighty then." I lifted my eyebrows and looked between the two. "Now if we're done?" Both men just shrugged at me. I rolled my eyes before speaking exasperated. "I got food, drink, stuff to eat and drink with, essentials if we had to stay holed up in here for a while."
"Good thinking sweetheart. Though nothing supernatural is getting past that driveway." Dean said over his shoulder as he headed inside, Sam and I following carrying our own bags.
"And even if they could that porch is so heavily warded even Castiel can't get in. This is probably the safest place on earth right now." Sam sounded proud of their work, which he had every right to be.
I felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders slightly. We were safe. We had somewhere to go where nothing that wanted us dead could get at us. Hunting was brilliant and everything but having a safe place almost a home, that had been sorely lacking for me in this life style.
We put the stuff I'd brought away and Dean had started preparing a lunch for us all. Surprising me that he could cook. You'd think after eight or so months of a relationship with someone you'd know if they could cook or not. I'd wrongly just assumed he couldn't. Then again we never really had the facilities for that to be an option.
I popped downstairs to clean the table in the basement so we had somewhere to eat when it was ready.
Charlie and Bobby were still going through the folders from the draw I'd found yesterday and Ellen was still cracking the safe. She was looking pretty damn pissed at the thing though and I thought her mood probably wasn't the best. Guess she wasn't any closer.
"Hey kiddo." Dad greeted me.
"Hi, having fun?" I asked as I started cleaning the chairs first.
"Yeah a hoot." Ellen answered for me sounding as pissed as I'd thought she was.
"Anything else exciting in there?" I asked nodding at the folders on the table which were gonna have to be moved soon.
"There's just about every kind of weapon you could want down here. Something to kill every kind of foul thing I've ever heard of anyways. But I think the colts are still our best guess when it comes down to Eve and the devil." Bobby answered.
"I will get into the bitch." Ellen said her voice holding steel, leaving no room for doubt that she would. It may have been a couple of days but I was sure as hell that, one way or another that woman would reach her goal.
"Well Deans cooking lunch, so I need you two guys to move. If we're eating here its gonna be clean." I told dad and Bobby.
"Dean can cook?" Charlie asked with raised eyebrows but gathering his papers none the less.
"Apparently so."
"He can cook but he's never cooked for you?" Dad said sounding like he was either surprised or annoyed I couldn't work out which.
"Never really had the place to cook before or the time." I answered. "and when we stayed with Bobby the guys were working their butts off trying to train me. Not much time for cooking." I answered a little defensively.
"Hmm.." Was Charlie's come back. I hoped after the last few days of civility that dad and I weren't gonna butt heads again over Dean but if I had to then I sure as hell would. Dean was worth it.
Sam came down the stairs then, ceasing what could have been a heated conversation, he was carrying two plates heaped with what looked like Spaghetti Carbonara. It smelt delicious and my stomach gave an appreciative growl. Looked like Dean could cook. Damn I was a lucky cow.
"Grubs up." Sam declared with a smile slapping the plates in front of Bobby and Charlie before whipping back round and going upstairs again.
Sam served all the plates to the table then Dean joined us carrying beer for all. He sat next to me and pulled cutlery out of his pocket. "Well dig in then." He said.
"Oh my god Dean! This is delicious." I gasped as I ate a mouthful. It was perfect, creamy and cheesy with plenty of bacon.
"Yeah I try." He said with a small blush.
It was quiet for a few minutes just the clinking of forks again plates and the shuffle of clothing as we all ate the amazing meal.
"So what's left to do this afternoon then?" I asked.
"I gotta pop out and get a few bits." Dean answered me, at my questioning look he embellished. "Some iron for the driveway, if we can bury it just under the path then I think that'll be just about all we can do." I nodded thinking that he and Sam had already made this place impenetrable but if it made him feel better than sure.
"I'm gonna have a crack at making that fuse box permanent with Bobby." Sam said after he'd finished a mouthful of pasta, having slightly better table manners than his older brother.
"And that bitch is going to be mine." Ellen said while shooting the safe a murderous look. Charlie shook his head with a small smile playing across his face and a twinkle in his eye.
"Okay then. Guess I'll clean some more." I volunteered thinking of making sure that the bathroom was up to scratch. I hadn't checked it out but I was hoping that there would be a bath. Hadn't had one of those in a while.
Lunch carried on with us all eating and joking with each other in good humor. It was the nicest atmosphere we'd had in a while, despite all the shit we had going on outside and within these four walls.
Soon Dean and I were carrying our empty plates up the stairs and Sammy was joining Bobby to get their tools out of Bobby's truck.
Dean wrapped his arms around my waist his chin resting on my shoulder as I stood at the kitchen sink with warm water running into it.
"I could get use to this." I said softly as Deans lips starting tracing a path from my jaw to my shoulder. I fought a groan badly. He was just so skilled and hot and all mine.
"Hmm… Me too sweetheart." Dean replied before spinning me to face him. His lips attaching themselves to my own.
We started kissing passionately, hands staying round each others waists, bodies pressed closely together.
"Ahhh! My eyes! Someone make it stop!" Dean and I jumped apart to see Charlie stood with a hand over his eyes, empty beer bottles clutched in his other hand.
"Haha, very funny dad." I muttered turning back to the sink with a huff.
"Pay backs a bitch kid." Charlie smirked before dumping his bottles in the bin next to me.
"Awkward." Dean said with an embarrassed look on his face. "See you guys in a bit." He placed a kiss to my hair before pulling his keys out of his pocket and walking out, presumably to get the iron he wanted for the driveway.
"You want any help Bells?" Charlie asked me as I started scrubbing the plates clean. No, what I wanted was some time alone with my extremely hot boyfriend.
"Yeah sure. You can dry." I said instead. It almost like old times Charlie and I stood doing chores together in the kitchen. Or it was till Charlie started singing anyways. He'd never done that before.
"Sweet Home Alabama, where the sky's are so blue!"
I shook my head and giggled before joining in. "Sweet home Alabama, Lord I'm coming home to you!" Neither of us had great singing voices, a trait I'd got from him but that didn't seem to matter as we warbled our song out. Not stopping as Bobby and Sam walked back in clutching tool boxes both looking surprised at our impromptu sing song. They passed us without comment though.
We were laughing as we passed plates back and forth and singing one song after another before we were interrupted by my phone going off.
"It's Dean." I said before answering, ignoring dads eye roll. "Hey you, what's wrong?"
"Hey yourself." My blood ran cold, I froze. That wasn't Deans voice. That was the voice from my nightmares.
It was Eve.
Eve had Dean.
sorry about the cliffhanger there but hopefully you'll think it's worth it. New chapters almost finished so I should have it up in the next few days. also if there are any hunts or anything anyone particularly wants to see please let me know. Until next time. Tametiger x