Dean closed the trunk after the red and white for rent signs were inside and his duffle full of weaponry was hoisted onto his shoulder. He walked down the sidewalk and up the stairs to the fully furnished rental apartment where Sam and Finn were setting things up. "Alright... got our stuff. The apartment office is closed until Tuesday. Holiday weekend." Dean informed them and Finn sat down on the arm of the chair in the living room. "Sam's gonna leave and I'm gonna call that Alissa chick and see if I can get her on the phone."
"And tell her what?"
"Tell her I need to stop by to fill out the rest of that paperwork and give her this address so monster lactation lady can find us." Dean checked his gun clip before sliding it in the back of his jeans under his flannel shirt. "Weirdest shit I've said in awhile." He shook his head. "That will leave you here, seemingly unattended." His eyes met hers and Sam saw Finn bite her lip, clearly nervous about being bait. "Finn, we won't let anything happen to you, alright?" She forced a smile and Dean's gaze shifted to Sam. "You know what to do. Sammy's close by and so am I."
"You're safe, Finn." Sam confirmed and she nodded, pushing her brown hair back. She was wearing the fake belly underneath the back cotton maternity black dress from earlier that day, fluffy slippers on her feet. Sam was dressed in jeans and a button up shirt with the name 'John' stitched on the left chest. He picked up his handyman style metal toolbox off the counter top and she knew without a shadow of a doubt his weapons were tucked inside. Sam patted her shoulder as he walked by, sliding on a matching baseball cap. "You three way call us and leave your phone on the counter. Leave the line open so we can hear you."
"I got it." Sam slipped out the door and Finn's clammy hands turned her phone over nervously as her attention shifted to the older man a few feet away. "Dean, I'm scared."
Her admission made Dean sat his bag down and move closer to where she was still half sitting on the arm chair. "Finn, I promise you, I won't let anyone hurt you." Tears sprang to her eyes when he said that; he'd said anyone, not anything. His mossy eyes spoke volumes and she stepped into his arms and he hugged her tight, his arms around her shoulders and his chin on top of her head, her fake belly squished between them.
"Thank you." Her choked whisper made Dean smile slightly, the creases at the edges of his eyes deepening. She hadn't flinched when he'd touched her this time and he was grateful for that. Dean allowed the brunette let him go first before he took half a step back, his warm hands moving to her shoulders, his gaze focused on hers.
"Call me and Sammy as soon as I walk out that door." He glanced at the clock on the wall. "It's almost 6 o'clock. I'm gonna call her." He pressed a few buttons and held the phone up to his ear. "Hey Alissa, it's Mr. Abernathy. Yeah, I was just seeing if you were still there so we could get the rest of those papers out of the way tonight?" He paused. "I can be there in fifteen minutes. Yeah. Sounds great." Dean gave her a thumbs up. "She's resting now. Just gonna be me." Finn made a face and he winked at her. "See you soon." He thumbed off the phone. "She doesn't even care that we're married." Dean scoffed. "Kinda gross, if you ask me."
"You knew she was flirting with you today?" Finn asked incredulously.
"I'm not blind."
Finn just gaped at him. "I thought it was completely inappropriate."
"It is." Dean patted his bag. "Call me." With that, he was gone, the door closing behind him softly. Finn called both the brothers and set her phone down nearby on the coffee table face down before she laid down on the couch. She tried to get comfortable by pulling the fluffy throw over herself, a freshly sharpened machete next to her thigh.
"And now we wait," She murmured softy, knowing the boys could hear her.
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Sam was busying himself by tightening the screws on the frames surrounding the apartment mailboxes when he saw a navy blue SUV pull in past him. He got a good look at the driver and gave a friendly nod as she passed him. He pulled out his phone from his chest pocket. "Dean? Some brunette in an SUV just pulled past me. You got eyes on her?"
"Just a second..." Dean murmured. He was standing in the dark garage directly across from the stairs leading up to the apartment where Finn was waiting. The SUV parked and a dark haired woman got out, yanking a bag of groceries out as well, groaning as she dropped her car keys.
She bent over to pick them up, the reusable grocery bag in her left arm. Her phone rang them and she answered it as she straightened. "Yeah?" As she turned, Dean got a good look at her as she headed into the apartment two over on the first floor. "I'm just getting back from the store..." Her voice trailed off as she walked away.
"Not her, Sammy. Keep watching." Dean murmured softly.
Upstairs, the news was playing on the tv softly and Finn blinked sleepily, suddenly physically and emotionally drained. She reached out for her phone and saw that the call between the three of them had been going for over forty minutes now and there was no sign of this aswang thing. "Guys? I don't know if she's coming." She picked up the phone, putting it to her ear.
"Hang in there, Finn. It's a fifteen, maybe twenty minute drive to the hospital and we don't know where she's camped out." Sam was ever the voice of reason. "It's been almost forty five minutes since Dean called that other chick."
"I'm getting tired just sitting here." She stifled her yawn and Dean sighed over the line.
"Stay focused here, Finn. You can sleep all the way home."
"I just feel so sleepy." She got up from the couch and headed into the kitchen, hoping against all odds there was something in the fridge to drink. Finn opened the refrigerator door and was greeted with a single box of baking soda. "I need some coffee or something." She closed it and turned, the phone to her ear, spotting a mostly full bottle of water on the counter near her purse. It wasn't hers and she figured it was one of the theirs.
"Stay alert." Sam spoke softly and Finn gulped down half the bottle and frown at the bitter aftertaste. She sputtered and coughed. "Finn? What's going on?" Concern laced his voice.
"I drank your water that was sitting here." She murmured, frowning when she felt her head start to spin within a few seconds. "Oh my gosh... there's something wrong with this..." She dropped to her knees and felt half sick from the vertigo. Finn's phone clattered to the floor a few feet away from her.
"Finn?" Dean was instantly on alert, his stomach dropping as he started towards the apartment, knowing something was wrong.
"Shit." Sam's long legs were already carrying him across the terrace towards the apartment. His adrenaline was pumping and he knew his brother was circling back. Finn couldn't hear them and she felt a cold chill run down her spine, sensing she was no longer alone in the apartment.
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The two men entered the apartment, one from the sliding glass doors off the small patio and the other through the apartment's front door. She blinked, her eyes struggling to focus on the three figures in front of her. The sounds of several instances of bodily contact ensued before the sound of a freshly sharpened machete sliced through the air. A resounding thud on the recently refinished hardwood floor was something Finn recognized as she closed her eyes, the weight of a decapitated head hitting the floor near her feet.
That was the last thing she recalled before Finn felt a pair of strong arms scoop her up off the couch and she slid up against a warm chest. She whimpered quietly and was shushed by a familiar voice. "I got ya." He soothed quietly, his mouth close to her ear. "We got her, Finn." It was Sam, she realized, feeling herself relax with that very thought. She was safe now.
Finn only nodded sleepily and let him carry her, her eyes still closed. She felt herself being moved some distance before being deposited carefully in the back seat of the impala where she flopped down on the soft leather. "I found the sleeping pills in her pocket." Dean's voice broke into her sleep as he spoke to Sam, his voice gruff. "She's alright, we just gotta keep an eye on her."
"What about the body?"
"We gotta take care of it. There's some woods behind the complex..."
"I'll grab the shovels..."
Finn barely felt the slam of the car door or the trunk being closed after they'd retrieved the shovels. Their footsteps crunched away across the fallen leaves, intent on completing the hunt. The driver's side door opened after an undetermined amount of time had passed. The cool air breezed across her face, making her stir slightly. "You okay back there, Finn?" It was Sam's voice again and she groaned in response. He smirked and his weight settled into the passenger seat, puling the door closed as Dean's opened.
"Finn? You alive back there?"
"What was that?" Was her slurred reply.
"An assload of sleeping pills." Was Dean's reply. He reached out to pull his door closed before starting the engine. "You keep talking to us, hm? I don't know how many you actually had in that bottled water."
The ride was quiet and she felt someone's hand over her mouth and she shoved weakly at the intrusion. "Just making sure you're breathin', buttercup." Was Sam's response. The bottle of pills his brother had discovered on the monster had several missing. Finn had drank half the drugged water, so he wanted to make sure she was alright. Dean glanced over at his brother, thankful Sam was as concerned as he was.
"Well, that's another one on the books." Dean continued, his eyes moving to the windshield as he pulled out of the paved lot. The fading sun gave way to the darkened road ahead as he drove the trio back to the motel. "I figure we grab our stuff and head back to the bunker for the night?" He glanced over at Sam again. "I don't know about you, but I kinda wanna sleep in my own bed."
"Ditto."
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The three hour drive passed quickly, with Sam checking on Finn every half hour or so, her small hand swatting weakly at his breathing checks away each time. The garage door opened, spilling light out into the darkness of the evening and each time it returned, it reminded them of a lighthouse.
A beacon of light in the darkness that threatened to take over their lives everyday.
The two men got out of the impala and Dean pulled open the back door. "Finny Finn Finn... we're home. You walkin' in or am I carryin' ya?" She grunted a response and he looked over the top of the car at his brother. "I'll get her if you grab our bags, Sammy."
Sam pulled their three bags out of the trunk before disappearing down the stairs to the main floor and Dean leaned down and reached in the backseat to tug the brunette into a sitting position. "Just let me sleep here." She whined, her eyes still closed.
Dean ignored her and slid his hands sliding underneath her shoulders and knees, hoisting her out with a grunt, barely missing hitting the top of his head on the roof of his car. He bumped the door closed with his hip before carefully carrying the groggy woman down the cement stairs to her bedroom. She was drooling just a tiny bit, her lips parted slightly with her light snores.
Probably the most relaxed she'd been in a long time, Dean mused silently as he carried her down the tiled hallway. After pushing open her bedroom door with his foot, he lay her down on the bed and pulled a blanket over her before turning on the bedside lamp. Dean stood there for a moment, taking her in before closing her door most of the way as he left her bedroom, heading for the showers.
He stripped down before turning on the hot water and getting in his shower stall. It was late and he suddenly felt his own exhaustion kick in, allowing him to relax. Hunts always made him all jacked up on adrenaline and until they'd moved into the bunker a handful of years ago, he'd never truly felt relaxed. The bunker was safe from the outside world and he almost always felt rested after a night of sleep on his memory foam.
Dean rinsed off quickly and got out. Tucking the towel around his hips, he padded out into the hallway on bare feet and headed towards his room to get some pajamas on. He clicked on his light and pulled on some cotton sleep pants and a gray tshirt before heading back down to Finn's bedroom. He heard the water running in the shower room and knew Sam was in there.
Finn was still laying in the same position he'd left her in and his gaze flickered over her features, relaxed with sleep. He stood in the doorway for a moment before heading down to his own room. His phone was sitting on his nightstand where Sam had placed it, his bag on the floor. He thumbed it on and hit a few numbers before holding it up to his ear. "Call me when you get this..."
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SaphyraBlu13 and EmilyMcGarrett-Winchester- thank you so much for your reviews! Glad you look forward to Finn's story. :)
Finn has been out of the life for a couple years and made the mistake of putting herself in harm's way, but the boys were on it. Thanks for reading and I'd love it if you left me a review! Have an amazing week!
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