Shout out to;
*Cecilia-Fangirling over those suprise kisses :P I hope the drive was good :)
*Bre-I liked that nick name too, 'Romeo Dracula' :P Oh no, now I see him in denim shorts too XD
*Tesla424-Everyone's got a little pyro in them :P
Yellow Fever 4x06
Ashlee's p.o.v
"I can't find any blockages in the major ateries." The doctor says, performing an autopsy on the victim of our new case. "Heart's healthy." Doctor says, holding it in his hands. I cringe. "Hold this." He says, holding it out to me. I shake my head, not going to happen. Derek sighs and takes it in his gloved hands. I nod thankfully to him and he half-heartedly glares at me. Something wet comes over my face. "Sorry, splein juice." The doctor shurgs.
"I hate this job." I say, wiping the blood off my face. I see Derek smirking to himself. Asshole.
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We went back to the hotel so I could shower and we could both change. We go to the Shrieff's station to talk to the Shrieff. We're waiting..and waiting. The young cop at the desk keeps smiling at us, particularly me, and it's beginning to piss me off. Derek keeps looking up at him, his knee bouncing like he's agitated.
"Does your face ever hurt from all the smiling you do?" I ask the cop, unable to hold it back.
"Does your face ever hurt from being so beautiful?" The cop asks me with a grin. I literally cringe at how disgustingly cliche that was. Before anyone can say anything else, the Shrieff walks out.
"Agents." He nods, motioning for us to come to his office. "Uh, shoes off." He says. I look down and he's only in socks. Huh. Works for me. We both take our shoes off and go in. We ask the Shrieff, who happens to be extremely germaphobic, a few questions about Frank, the guy that just died. They guy that spilt his splein juice on my damn face.
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"There's no way that was a heart attack." Derek says as we leave.
"No way. All three victims were the same. Scared to death in 48 hours." I agree.
"So, lets make a list, start crossing things off." Derek suggests. I nod, moving to get into the Camaro. "And Ash?" I look back up at him over the car hood.
"Yeah?"
"You don't have to snap at a guy if he gives you attention." Derek tells me. I smile. We're trying to do this thing, to make sure we don't cross a line and try to act like we're a couple. We're treading lightly. I think it's because he's as scared as I am that we're going to mess it up. We don't have the best record when it comes to dating. But I want this to work, I really do.
"I don't want his attention or anyone else's. Doesn't feel right. I have the attention of the person i'm after." I tell him, using some of his own words to. He smiles and nods.
"Yeah, you do." He assures me.
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We head over to Frank's neighbours. I do most of the questioning as Derek's too busy looking around the room, looking at all the reptiles and snakes this guy has. It's pretty cool. Frank's neighbour tells us how Frank was afraid of practically everything. Then he tells us how Frank was a bully, a dick in high school. I kick Derek's foot subtly when he's paying more attention to the animals than work. Derek asks him about a possible wife and we find out he did have one, she died awhile back.
"Don't be scared of Donny." He tells Derek, seeing him watching the snake in his..all around him. "It's Marie you've got to look out for." He says, nodding to something behind us. I turn and a big yellow and white anaconda comes over the couch. I run my fingers along her scales.
"She's beautiful." I say.
"Thank you." Snake guy smiles. I look up at Derek and he's watching me in disbelief. Marie crawls into his lap and I can see the freak out he's having behind his eyes.
"We should get going." I say, helping get Marie off him. I've always loved snakes..looks like Derek doesn't feel the same. Derek nods and walks out. I watch him leave quickly, strange. "Uh..thanks for your time." I say.
"You're welcome." Snake guy nods. I follow Derek out. He's already in the car, ready to leave. I chuckle and get in.
"You okay?" I ask him. He ignores the question and tells me about Jesse, Frank's wife and about how she killed herself. He starts up the Camaro and starts driving. We discuss what it could possibly be but I notice something strange. "Uh..Derek?"
"What?" He asks.
"You're going 20." I point out.
"And?"
"That's the speed limit."
"What, safety's a crime now?" He asks me. I bring my hands up in mock surrender. Then he drives past our hotel.
"Dude, we kinda need to be over there." I remind him.
"Ash, i'm not going to make a left-hand turn into on-coming traffic. I'm not suicidal." Okay.. "Did I just say that?" I nod. "That's kind of weird." He says. I hear something. I pull out my EMF meter. It's going off. Derek and I share a look. I point it out the window and it dies down. I point it around the car. Oh no. I point it at Derek and it goes nuts. "Wait..am I haunted? Am I haunted?!"
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I walk over to the car. I've just gotten off the phone with Bobby. He also told me what's wrong with Derek. Wait..where is Derek? I hear music. I walk over and he's laying down. I bang on the roof and he jolts up in fear. He shows me the scratches and I know Bobby was right.
"It's ghost sickness." I tell him.
"Damn." He sighs, leaning againist the car.
"Do you know what that is?" I ask him.
"Not a clue." He says honestly. I explain how a spirit can spread it, how it was spread to him and what will happen. "So you're saying i'm a dick?" He asks.
"Yeah." I say with a smirk.
"You do all that stuff too. You must be a dick too then." He says.
"Apparently i'm not." I grin. He gets frustrated and asks how we stop it. I tell him we have to kill the original ghost. "What are you doing out here anyway? You were supposed to go up to the room?"
"Our room's on the 4th floor." He says. "That's uh..that's high." He says.
"Oh my god." I groan. This is going to get annoying. "I'll go change it, your majesty." I say sarcastically, walking back inside.
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I walk into our room to find the clock smashed againist the floor. Derek's sitting on the couch with a beer. I tell him Jesse's body was cremated..she's not our ghost. I sit down beside him and put my legs up on the coffee table next to his.
"Hey, quit picking at that." I scowl, smacking his hand away from the scratch marks.
"It's itchy." He whines, dropping that hand to my leg.
"Think about something else." I say, bringing my hand over his.
"Like what?" He asks, cautiously threading our fingers together.
"I don't know, what do guys usually think about?" I ask. "No, actually, don't tell me." I take it back. I know what they usually think about. "Apart from the itching, how do you feel?"
"Awesome. I've almost forgotten what it feels like to have my head on the chopping block."
"Don't be an idiot." I say. Derek starts coughing. "Der? Derek?" He gets up and runs into the kitchen. I run after him. He coughs up a woodchip. "Dude, we've been ignoring our biggest clue, you."
"I don't want to be a clue." He sighs.
"Too bad Hale." I say, bumping his hip with mine.
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"Derek, come on." I say, standing outside the sawmill. Derek takes a long drag from a flask of rum before following me in. He has the torch, I have the gun..he refused to carry a gun in case it went off. We find Frank's ring on the ground and don't understand why it would be here. We hear banging in a locker. I motion for him to come over. '1, 2, 3' I motion with my fingers. I pull the door open and Derek screams. A proper scream. Like what I should sound like when I scream.
"That was scary." He says in embarassment.
"It's a cat." I deadpan, the cat smooches my legs before running off. "Get your head out of your ass, I need back-up." I say. He clears his throat and nods firmly. "We'll pick your masculinity up on the way back." I tease. He glares half-heartedly but his lips are twitching into a smile.
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I find drawings. They're really, really good drawings of Jesse, Frank O'Brien's wife. Derek finds Luther Garland's ID. He worked here. Derek grabs the drawing and it rips. Everything starts up. Derek jumps and spins around with the flashlight.
"Take it easy." I say. He nods and starts scanning the room with the light.
"Ash.." He says, I turn around and his torch is focused on a huge guy huddled in the corner. I bring my gun up.
"Hey!" I call out. I turn around and Derek is literally running away. I sigh and look back to find the guy is Luther Garland and he's running at me. I take a shot at him with a salt shotgun bullet and he disappears. I storm out to where Derek's sitting on the ground drinking from the flask again. I smack him in the back of the head. "Really? You leave me in there?"
"I'm sorry..I was scared." He sounds so ashamed and it's actually adorable. I sigh and pat him on the head.
"Just don't do it again." I say. He nods, giving me a small sorry smile.
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The young cop hands me over the Luther Garland file.
"Is he drunk?" He asks me, looking at Derek.
"No." I say.
"Are you..single?" He asks with a grin, leaning closer to me. I raise an eyebrow.
"No." I say, hoping to shut him up.
"Oh, you're taken?"
"No." I sigh.
"It's complicated then?" He asks.
"No." I repeat, voice getting annoyed.
"So can I take you-"
"No." I repeat, cutting him off. "I'm just here for work." I say, looking through the file. "Thanks." I say, turning and walking away.
"You know what?" Derek asks the young guy drunkenly. "You..you suck." He says. The kid's face drops. "Don't talk to her again." I go back and grab Derek's hand. "She's off limits!" He announces with big hand gestures. I make quick work of dragging him out.
"In the car." I say, pointing in the passenger seat. Damn idiot, getting drunk on the job.
"What? He was hitting on you." Derek defends, seeing i'm pissed off. Yes, it was cute but we're working and people knowing we're more than 'business partners' is unprofessional. But yes, i'll say it again, it was very cute.
"And I can take care of myself, get in the car." I say again. He sighs and gets in the passenger seat, pouting out his bottom lip like he's in trouble.
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Derek jumps when a nurse almost walks into him at the hospital. I make him stop and look at me.
"Der, calm down." I say.
"This isn't gonna work." He says. He goes off about going to jail.
"Derek, shut up. We're fine." I assure him. He nods and we go see Luther's brother. We're almost caught when Derek get's all weird as the man looks over our IDs. He accepts them and we sit. I kick Derek's foot, silently telling him to cool it. It takes abit of coaxing but he opens up, tells us how Luther was killed by Frank because of Jesse and her death. It sounds like a big misunderstanding and I feel for the old man in front of me. "I'm so sorry." I say.
"I know. So am I." He says. That is a horrible way to die.
"You must have hated Frank O'Brien." Derek says.
"I did, for a long time. But, life's too short for hate son." The man tells Derek. Derek's face drops a little and I know he's thinking about some of his own family deaths.
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"Luther's scattered all over that road, we can't just burn it this time." I tell Derek once we're outside.
"You're kidding me?" He says.
"We'll figure something else out, don't sweat it." I assure him.
"You know what, screw this." He says, throwing his hands up.
"What?" I ask, turning to face him.
"Come on Ash, what are we doing?" Derek asks.
"We're hunting a ghost." I remind him.
"A ghost, exactly. Who the hell does that?" He asks.
"Us. We do that."
"Us? Right. And that's exactly why our lives suck. I mean come on, we hunt monsters! What the hell?!" He's freaking out. "Normal people see a monster and they run but not us, no, no, no. We search out the things that want to kill us. Or eat us! You know who does that? Crazy people! We are insane." He tells me. I just lean on the Camaro's hood, letting him vent. "Then there's the bad diet, the crappy hotel rooms." Here we go.
"Derek, calm down."
"Who wants this life Ash, seriously? Do you actually like being stuck in the Camaro with me all day? Having to share a bed with me almost every night?"
"Yes." I say. "Of course I do."
"But then there's the fast driving, the same music. And you." He says, pointing at me. I roll my eyes. Can't pick one thing to complain about, can he? Has to complain about everything. "You sing along to those crappy songs, even thought you have a good voice, that music sucks." He whines. "And you're always so jacked."
"What does that even mean?" I ask.
"You either want to fight someone, you won't stop talking or scientific equations are pouring from your mouth."
"Wow Derek, you know how to make me feel good." I say sarcastically.
"No, that's one of the things I love about you." He says. I raise my eyebrows at that. One of the things he loves about me? He's too lost in his freak out to realise what he's actually saying. "You know what? I'm done." He says, tossing me the Camaro keys.
"Derek, get back here." I sigh when he starts to walk away.
"No. I am done with this." I know it's just his fear talking so I just nod along. "I'm done with the monsters and-and the hell hounds and the ghost sickness and the friggin' apocalypse. I'm out, i'm done." He says. "I quit." I watch him walk away.
"I'll see you at home!" I call out after him. I sigh and get into the Camaro.
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I walk into the hotel and find Derek choking againist the wall.
"Derek? Derek?!" He snaps out of it, looking at me. He catches his breath. "Derek, you're fine." I tell him. He nods and lets out a deep breath. He sits down on the bed. "What the hell was that?" I ask him.
"Hallucination. You sort of tried to kill me." He shurgs.
"I'm not going to kill you." I chuckle.
"I know." He nods.
"Listen, i'm going to see Bobby, you're staying here."
"No, you can't go alone." He says, grabbing my arm when I try to stand up.
"I can and I am." I say, making him let me go. Much to my surprise, i'm pulled back down. And right into his lap. "Derek, I can handle myself. You can't afford to keep getting scared. We don't have the time and I can do this alone." I tell him.
"Just..come back to me." He says. "Okay?"
"I will." I promise him. His eyes dart down to my lips. I chuckle. I lean in and kiss him. He quickly takes my lips in his, kissing me back. I pull back. "Okay, I better go." I say, getting to my feet. "You better still be here when I get back."
"I will. Be careful." Derek says.
"Always am." I nod, walking out the door.
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"This is a terrible plan." Bobby says. "Hey." I look up at him, a little side-tracked.
"Yeah." I agree, nodding.
"Your mind's not here." He points out.
"I know, i'm sorry."
"What's up?" He asks. He's like my surrogant father and I trust him as much as I trust Derek.
"It doesn't matter..my head's in the game now, promise."
"Come on Ash, you could never lie to this old man." He smirks. I sigh but smile. I've missed Bobby.
"You really wanna know?" He nods. "You're probably not going to like it." I tell him.
"I haven't got all damn day. Lay it on me." He says. I smile, I love Bobby's attitude.
"Derek and I..we're.." I start.
"You're what? Working a case? I know." Bobby says, confused.
"Never mind, it's nothing." I brush it off.
"Ashlee Winchester." Bobby says, looking right at me. I sigh.
"If I tell you, you can't say anything to anyone, not Derek, not Sam, not Dean, noone. Alright?" I say. Bobby nods. "Derek and I..we..not long before Dean went to hell, we had this moment."
"Moment?" Bobby questions.
"Like an intimate moment." I tell him. He cringes a little. "Work kept getting in the way of us..doing anything with those moments. So, a couple weeks after Dean went to hell..we decided to do something about it." I tell him.
"What?" He asks, face screwing up.
"I told you you wouldn't like it." I say.
"What exactly does that mean though?" Bobby asks, eyebrows furrowing.
"Just uh..just a few kisses every now and then." I tell him, scratching my neck awkwardly and looking around so I don't have to meet his eyes.
"So you're together?" He asks.
"Not yet..I don't know. We're still working on that." I chuckle nervously.
"He's supposed to be protecting you. From monsters." Bobby reminds me.
"He is. But don't tell anyone what I just told you." I say. "I don't want to mess up whatever we have. And I know neither of us is ready to clue Sam and Dean in yet, not while we're still unsure ourselves. And I trust you, so please, don't say anything to anyone." I say. He nods.
"I'll keep it to myself." He promises. I smile. "Let's just get this done so you're boyfriend doesn't die before he can man up and ask you to actually be his girlfriend." He says with a roll of his eyes. I chuckle.
"Thanks Bobby." I smile, nudging him at the word boyfriend.
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We all lean againist the Camaro, drinking beer. That was a really close call. Derek actually died for a minute or two. I'm not exactly okay with that.
"Are you sure you're okay Derek?" Bobby asks him.
"I'm fine." Derek assures him.
"'Cause this line of work can get awful scary." He grins. I laugh.
"I'm fine." He says a little louder. "You wanna go hunt? I'll hunt, i'll kill anything." He says. Me and Bobby share a look.
"Aw." Bobby coes.
"He's adorable." I tease. Bobby and I both laugh. I bump Derek's hip with my hip and his scowl softens. Bobby gives us a weird look, one I don't miss. He's half watching, half glaring at Derek. I raise my eyebrows at me and he shakes his head with a small smile, his scowl softening.
"I better go, boys will be waiting for me." Bobby says, looking over at me.
"Tell my brothers I say hello and that I love them." I tell Bobby, he nods. "And that's all you're telling them, right Bobby?"
"Yes ma'am." He salutes with a grin. I go over and hug him goodbye.
"Look after yourself old man." I tease.
"Keep each other safe. In the danger way, not the..you get it." Bobby says awkwardly, voice only loud enough for me to hear.
"I'll keep that in mind." I chuckle. He waves out at Derek and Derek waves back. We both watch as he drives away. "Come on, we should go before we lose the light." I say, pushing off the car.
"Wait." Derek says, catching my arm softly. I turn back to him. "Um..all that crap I was saying back there, it's not true. I wouldn't walk away and I like doing this with you, I like helping people." He tells me.
"It's okay, I know. You were just scared." I say.
"But those things I said about you..those were true." He tells me. "I like you. Obviously." He chuckles awkwardly. I smile. "But I love those things about you. You're smart and funny and..and I like your jacked-ness." He says. "I just don't want you think that I don't like-" I cut him off, pressing my lips to his. He smiles before kissing me back, holding the back of my head. We pull back.
"Now take me home, i'm really tired." I say with a soft smile of my own. He grins and we get into the car. We don't talk on the way back to the hotel but it's a comfortable silence. When we get back to the hotel we get into bed, too tired to shower or eat. I feel arms come around my waist. I look over my shoulder at Derek with a raised eyebrow.
"This okay?" He asks. I wiggle back further so i'm againist him.
"Yeah." I smile. He brings his arms further around me and kisses my shoulder blade. He leans his head againist my back and that's how we fall asleep.
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