Not gonna deny it, we had too much ripping into Dean about Cassie. For Sam it was endless fun. For myself, it was practice for Castiel. Oh yeah I was gonna be a monster to him when Cas came.
Dean just made it too easy. Right now- he was out at her house. To ask her questions about what happened. Something that shouldn't take long, yet it was two hours later and he hasn't come back.
Like...did he think we weren't going to give him hell in the morning for this? That we weren't getting ready for bed with a matching pair of shit eating grins? Myself, I was picturing the scene that would come in the morning as Sam and I would tease Dean for it.
Settling into the motel beds- as it was obvious Dean wouldn't be coming back- I tucked myself in with the thoughts of Dean's face tomorrow dancing in my head. No sugar plums needed for this girl!
Sam let out a quiet chuckle in the night. Guess he was thinking about it too.
"It's nice that he has somebody like that." I mused.
"Huh? Oh yeah. It's nice." Sam spoke softly, as we'd turned off the lights. It had felt...freeing...to speak in the dark that was now here.
"Right? Because he was the one going off on you for having friends in college that you still talked with. That he has someone like that? That he told the Secret to? Man...to see him with a relationship that matters."
"You think?" Sam asked.. "Even though he told her-"
"Sam, come on, you can't tell me you never once thought it. Never had those days with Jess where you went 'now. I can tell Jess right now. She'd understand.' But then you backed out. Still...you wondered." I suggested.
Silence. For a long pause. "Yeah."
"Now we're here, because Dean let himself be open to somebody." I went on, suddenly feeling wistful. Though as I thought that I realized what I had said. Well wasn't that just awkward? "Sorry. Closet romantic, probably because I'm in the closet."
"Wait...you've come out to me." Sam reminded me.
"...oh."
Sam let out a small chuckle. It made me feel better, despite all the awkwardness in the air. "Did you ever have someone like that? That you wanted to tell the Secret?"
Well...considering he was talking about hunting, but I viewed my Reality Traveling as I higher priority, I'll work from that.
My first instinct would be Darcy. Only she wasn't a romantic partner (blech) and I told her after less than a week. Maybe some of the Equestrians? Nah, it was fun to keep them on their toes. There hadn't really been a romantic inter-
"Oh! It came out?!"
My brain blue screened.
"Raven?"
"One. I had one." I admitted, sucked in by the bitter old friend known as nostalgia.
Sam sat up on his elbow. Even in the dark, I could see the questioning look on his face. He wouldn't push for it. He would still take in the story that I would tell.
"Reighley Ravaydark." Wow, even speaking her name hit me in the second heart I didn't have right now. "She was..." A deep breath came out from my mouth, filling me with the same delight as sugar plums. "...ya know?"
"Yeah. I get it."
There had been something incredibly special about Reighley. She was a human in the 52nd century, in a time period when things like gender didn't stop them from dancing. She had liked me from the start. We'd met because I was looking at a book for Sherlock Holmes. Yes, that story would still exist in the future. She explained it was one in a series of revived classics from millenia ago- including one about myself and another about Harry Potter.
Long story short- I introduced her to A Very Potter Musical. I was constantly one song away from baring my soul to her. Her laughter was like...like...the feeling of pure elation. She had this hair- dark black that fell over her head like a majestic curtain. Her eyes were the same color as the enormous chocolate bar Joey Ritcher used.
"She had a butterfly clip in her hair. Bright blue." I recalled, more wiftsul than before. "She- I would've told her. Everything. Just- everything. Probably still will- if I ever see her again."
"How long ago did you see her last?"
'Sixteen years.' I answered. "Year and change." Was my adjusted answer.
"What stopped you?" Sam asked.
'The Doctor and Rose Tyler cock-blocking our 'not-a-date'.
Come on. Just cause we were eating pizza and watching a musical didn't mean it was a date. How rude of those bastards.
Wow. Sixteen years and I'm still mad about that.'
But that's not exactly an answer I can give to somebody who doesn't know my Traveling.
"What stopped you?" I countered.
Sam didn't answer. Mostly because I could already guess why he said nothing. He had wanted to be normal- he wanted them to be normal. Any mention of hunting would ruin that.
But with Reighley it would've been different.
She had me in her legends.
I bet if I ever saw her again, she'd welcome it with open arms.
"Night Raven."
"Huh? Oh. Right. Goodnight Sam."
==DG==
The next morning, we woke up to realize Dean had in no way returned to the motel room. Though we were delighted at the prospect, our joy was quelled when we got a call about the mayor being run over. Completely different than the MO of the past few bodies of the past few days.
Now, I was the only one in the family to know why. Cyrus Dorian had been killed in the 60's by his would-be-victim, Cassie's father. He-along with two of his buddies- took Cyrus' corpse and his truck to a swamp. The mayor- deputy at the time- covered up the crime. For Cyrus had been killing African Americans in the community all because Cassie's mom wouldn't go out with him and chose Cassie's dad instead. Her dad was his last victim.
His ghost had been awakened when the mayor tore down his homestead. So Cyrus Dorian went about killing everyone that had been involved in his death, starting with the three black men that aided in his death. Then the mayor who let them get off scot free.
Tonight, he would go after the woman who turned him down.
Which of course Dean wouldn't stand for that. He'd distract that ghost truck, drive it away.
That is, until Sam found a way of killing the ghost (cause they'd tried burning the corpse only to have the ghost come back via his truck. Like the Flying Dutchman but on land).
Turns out- Cyrus had burned down a church in his 60's murder rampage. He'd meant to take out Cassie's parents on their wedding day. Had they not decided to elope, they'd be dead. Not exactly fair that a gospel children's choir got the fire instead- so Cyrus had to pay for that. It seemed only fair he meet justice on behalf of those poor kids.
But for now- we'd rip into Dean. The hunter was walking onto the crime scene as if he wasn't doing a walk-of-shame.
Sam held up a fake ID to an officer on scene. "He's with us."
The officer nodded, walking away.
Sam and I turned our sympathetic looks to smug grins.
Dean pointedly ignored that.
"Where were you last night?" Sam inquired, innocent as you like. "You didn't make it back to the hotel."
"We were ever so worried." I added.
"Well-" Dean tried to dismiss.
"I'm guessing you guys worked things out?"
"And out, and out, and out-"
"Quit it." Dean scolded. It only made me laugh. "We'll be working things out when we're ninety. So what happened?" He asked.
So Sam told him what happened to the mayor. I looked off to the side, as suddenly a butterfly had caught my attention.
And what a beautiful butterfly it was.
==DG==
AN: You guys...I've written Reighley Ravaydark for exactly three stories, and I've never loved an OC more. Yes that includes Raven/Morgan. I love Reighley more, I'm not sorry for that.
Also- I'm currently writing a chapter where a guy drives in his car to get away from Dorian, while I'm packing to escape a hurricane named Dorian. I'm too easily amused because I was laughing for half the time writing this.
Thanks to Mr Killer5 0 for following!