I'm actually feeling the beginning of a writing bender approaching. Hurray! I've already got the next chapter mapped out in my head.
Love to all my reviewers. I wish you all many happy dreams of Dean and/or Sam. For guys may you have many happy dreams of the cars (I'd suggest having dreams about the girls but the guys would kill you).
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The phone rang in the middle of the night, making its owner want to break down and cry. Jilly rummaged around blindly in the pitch dark for the vibrating device, its ringtone of an old Heart song sounding a lot less cute at four in the morning.
"Come on home with me girl, he said with a smile. You don't have to love me and let's get high awhile..." The phone sang, while somehow evading her questing fingers. Her search was hampered by the heavy weight of a masculine arm around her waist, clutching her to the warm mass of the body behind her.
"Damn it...where did that pigu hundan of a phone go?" She muttered under her breath. "I swear I am so going to kill whoever's calling me..." Her fingers wrapped around the tiny metal device. "Aha!" She cried in sleep deprived glee. "Got ya, you little..." The phone promptly stopped ringing. "Damn it."
She yawned loudly and was rewarded by the arm around her tightening around her. Warm breath fanned out against the back of her neck, making her nearly purr with happiness. A sleep-roughened voice whispered in her ear.
She laughed throatily and the phone dropped from her hand, forgotten in an instant. She turned over onto her other side, towards the warmth and the voice.
"Mmm...really Sammy?" She murmured quietly. She pressed a kiss to the hollow of his throat. "You don't say."
Jilly yawned and stretched gracefully as she slowly woke up. She reached down to her waist and attempted to unhook Sam's arms from around her.
Instead of loosening, the muscles in his biceps tensed, and his hold on her tightened. "Jill..." Sam said in his sleep.
She smiled. "Sammy, it's sweet and all that you want to hold onto me, but I really have to go to the bathroom." He still didn't wake up, but at least he let go of her. She got up, and nearly hit the ground when she put her foot down on her cell instead of the floor.
She groaned and pushed off the nightstand to return to a solid footing. After bending down to scoop up her small silver phone, she grabbed it and straightened, heading for the bathroom. After a quick shower, she grabbed the red silk robe Cait had bought her for her last birthday and slipped it on, tying it securely around her at the waist.
Jilly flipped the phone open to check her battery status. She immediately saw the 'missed call' status message on the screen. She stopped in her tracks, she'd forgotten about her phone ringing in the early morning hours.
She tapped a few buttons and a familiar number popped up onscreen. Pursing her lips in thought, she remembered finally whom it belonged to. "Hmm...Why would River call me in the middle of the night?" She thought to herself.
She took off the hairband she'd used to pull her long hair into a ponytail so it wouldn't get wet in the shower. Finger-combing out its length, she made the decision to call River back. She had no idea why the other woman would call her in the middle of the night, but knew that it had to be important.
She punched in a few more buttons, then held the phone up to her ear. After a few rings a feminine voice answered the call. "Hello?"
"River?" Jilly asked, keeping her voice low on the off chance that Sam might wake up. Most days he slept like the dead, but some mornings just her pulling out of his arms in the morning would wake him. "Hey, it's Jilliana."
"Oh my Goddess." River's voice filled with relief. "I was so afraid you wouldn't get my call."
Jilly was surprised at the emotion in her friend's voice. "What's wrong?"
River sighed softly. "I need your...talents. I was going to call Cait, because of her seniority in...your field. But then I remembered that she's about twenty weeks along, and knew I should contact you instead."
"How does it fall into my 'field?'"
The door to the bathroom opened, and Sam was standing behind it, watching her with a curious expression on his face. Jilly smiled and pressed a quick kiss to his lips before vacating the tiny room so that he could make use of the facilities.
"Have you heard of La Llorona?" The other woman asked after a moment.
"I'll talk to Cait and we can be there by nightfall." Jilly replied without hesitation.
"Listen, is there anyway you can call in a favor and get ahold of another hunter to help you or something? I don't want to drag a woman who's five months pregnant into this."
Jilly smiled slightly. "Don't worry, we have two other hunters along with us. I'm sure they'll be glad to pitch in."
River gave a sigh of relief. "Thanks Jill."
"Anytime." She hung up the phone after a quick goodbye.
Sam walked out of the bathroom a moment after she'd slid her phone shut. He looked at her silently for a second before he spoke. "Old friend?"
She nodded. "Yeah, another military brat. Says she has a problem that's right of our alley."
He looked intrigued. "Really? What makes it our kind of gig?"
She smiled. "You ever heard of La Llorona?" He shook his head. She smiled wider.
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Cait let her cousin and Sam into the room the moment they knocked. She was tying her own pale blue robe around her waist and stepped aside so that the two of them could walk inside. She yawned loudly.
"Sorry." She said sheepishly as they sat at the table in the corner of the room. "It's not that you two bore me or anything...it's just that-"
"At twenty weeks you're feeling increasingly lethargic and increased pressure on your lungs, stomach, bladder and kidneys." Sam supplied.
The two women looked at him in surprise. For a second they just stared at him and blinked wide green eyes.
It was Sam's turn to look sheepish then. "I found one of your books in the Charger." He told Cait. "And I had nothing else to read..."
"So you read a pregnancy book?" Jilly said with a smile. "Sammy, that's so adorable!" She leaned over and kissed his cheek.
"Ah, god. He's being adorable again?" Dean grumbled sarcastically. "And why is he reading pregnancy books?"
The three others in the room turned in unison to look at him. He had just woken up and was propped up on his elbows as he lay on his stomach. His hair was sticking up in every direction and his body was covered only by a sheet tucked around his hips.
"He's pregnant." Jilly said straight-faced. "And you know Sammy, he's gotta do his research. Between the two of you, John really should've invested in some better sex ed. pamphlets."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Smart ass."
She grinned. "It's a family trait. I believe yours has a similar one." She flashed him her most innocent smile, but not a single person in the room was fooled.
Dean sat up, wrapping the sheet around his hips. "Does anyone care that I'm naked?"
The other three shook their heads.
"Nope."
"No."
"Uh uh."
"Perverts." He grumbled as he headed for the bathroom. "You're all perverts." He shut the door behind him.
Cait, Jilly and Sam all laughed.
"Like you're not one of us!" Cait called through the door.
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The officer smiled widely at John Winchester. "Jake? You know Jake?"
John had to release the breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. "Yeah, served with him back in the 70's and 80's."
The cop straightened. "He's a great guy, runs the car restoration shop in town. You should see some of the beauties he works on, Camaros, Mustangs, T-Birds...pretty much everything." He straightened. "Well, I better let you get on your way, don't want to deprive Jake of an old military buddy."
"What about the ticket?" John asked before he could catch himself. Surprise over the officer's reaction had loosened his tongue. And not in a fun way either.
The other man shook his head and waved him off. "Don't worry about it. Just go on ahead and tell Jake I said hello." He walked off towards his car without another word. He got inside and took off, leaving John still somewhat stunned on the side of the road.
John shook his head. Weirder things happened all the time. He should know.
He put the Impala back into drive and headed down the street. The way to Jake's house was ingrained in his memory, though he hadn't been there since before Sam was born. Still, the memory was as fresh as if he'd just left the place.
He parked in front of the house, directly under the bright light of a neighboring streetlamp.
Eek! My computer has had to be rebooted 3 times while writing this mini-scene. I'm gonna have to stop here.
