It's The Same, Wherever You Go
Chapter Nine
Wolves In Hollywood
The teenage hunter stretches her arms high above her head as she lays in her bed in the Stilinski home, finally glad to have a week off school for the necessary Fall Break. And because of the break, James told Jaydra to take a few days off, since he was going off on a mini vacation himself.
"Finally," she mutters, closing her eyes. "No supernatural things for this week, just me rela-" Before Jaydra could finish what she was saying, her phone began ringing to a certain familiar song by ACDC, Big Balls. "Dean," she grumbled as she answered the phone.
"Hey sis," Dean Winchester says on the other end of the phone, a large smirk on his face. "Isn't this your one week off of school until Christmas?" The tone he was using was mocking, and Jaydra knew that she wasn't getting out of this.
"What did you find?" she asked, throwing an arm over her eyes to block them from the light shining in her room.
Her arm grazed over the spot where one of the Argent lackey's socked her in the face a few days ago. The bruise was gone, and the split lip was easier to cover now, but Jaydra gritted her teeth. She couldn't wait to return the favor to the lackey.
Jaydra could practically feel the grin that Dean was sporting on his end of the line. "Well, I'm glad you asked," he started. "Sam found a possible case, but it's in Hollywood. Figured you might like to team up with us. Old times sake."
Jaydra slowly sat up. "What do you guys think it is?" she asked softly, praying that the Alpha hasn't left Beacon Hills.
"Possibly a vengeful spirit," Dean answers. "The cast were shooting some movie and one of the actors seen a figure standing over the body that was up in the rafters."
"Shit . . ." Jaydra muttered, rubbing her eyes. "I'll meet you guys there. I always wanted to go to Hollywood anyway." And with that, Jaydra hung the phone up. The teenage hunter stood up from her bed and grabbed an overnight bag and began to pack.
"Going somewhere?" two voices asked from her doorway, making the girl grit her teeth. And here she was hoping for a clean escape.
"As a matter of fact, I am," Jaydra says, her green eyes snapping up to Stiles and Scott. "And I'm going alone."
The young werewolf scoffed at her, looking at her like she lost her mind. "You mean to think that Stiles and I are going to hear you're NOT going to Hollywood with your two brothers, and NOT go with you?"
"You two are NOT going," Jaydra growled out, her eyes narrowing dangerously at the two.
"Yeah we are," Stiles defied, smirking.
"No, you're not."
"You realize that me and Scott will just follow you in my jeep," Stiles retaliated, smirking.
Jaydra made a look of consideration before smirking darkly at Stiles. "Could always slash your tires."
Stiles' hand jumped up to his heart, his face had a look of utter disgust. "How dare you threaten my jeep!"
Scott rolled his eyes and stood in front of Jaydra. "Even without the jeep, we'd still find a way to follow you there," the werewolf stated, mischief dancing in his brown eyes.
Jaydra looked between the two teenagers and groaned loudly. "Fine. Pack a bag, and be ready in thirty minutes, while I go tell the news to John." Stiles and Scott high-fived each other, until Jaydra whistled at them to get their attention. "Also, we're taking my car."
"Um, what do I tell my mom?" Scott asked as Stiles ran to his room to pack up for the road trip.
"Tell her . . ." Jaydra sighed out. "I'm taking you two on a camping trip with my brothers." As Scott raced to call his mom and tell her the news, Jaydra grabbed her bag and walked downstairs and found Sheriff Stilinski in the kitchen, and basically told him the same thing.
"Stiles and Scott camping?" John asked, his eyes looking at Jaydra like she just told him he won the lottery. "What brought this on?"
"Well," Jaydra says, smiling brightly. "I think of those two as brothers, so why not have them on a family camping trip? And it may be good for them."
John shook his head. "I don't know if it's a good idea," he hummed out.
"You know they'd follow me anyway," Jaydra says, chuckling lightly.
The sheriff rubbed his eyes, groaning softly. "Believe me, I know." John sighed deeply before looking up at the girl. "You kids just stay safe."
"We couldn't be in safer hands," Jaydra states, grinning. After moving over to give the sheriff a brief hug, Jaydra walked out to her Skyline and climbed into the driver seat, waiting for the two boys.
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As the red Skyline flew down the interstate in the night, the three Musketeers laughed and talked all about their school life, and Scott's now animal side. During the talking and laughing, said werewolf noticed a book of CDs laying on the floorboard. He picked it up and flipped through the CDs, with one sticking out the most. "How To Annoy Dean Winchester."
"Hey Jay?" Scott asked, looking over at the sandy blond driver. "What's this?"
Jaydra glanced over from the road, before cracking up laughing. "Its my CD collection that Dean hates. Want to listen to it?"
"YES!" Stiles cheered from the back. He definitely wanted to know what annoys Jaydra's brother.
Scott put the CD in the radio, and was very confused at what flowed from the speakers.
"Finally, I get to teach a whole lesson, all by my self!" a very high pitched voice says, excited. "And I'm going to teach something relevant, and modern! The Internet!"
"What kind of music is this?" Scott asked softly, before he was quieted by Jaydra shushing him.
The voice returned to the car, singing gracefully. "The Internet is really, really great."
Suddenly, Jaydra jumps in with the next voice. "FOR PORN!"
Scott and Stiles both turned to look at the driver, who was trying so hard to keep from laughing as the song paused for a moment before continuing.
"I've got a fast connection, so I don't have to wait," the girlie voice sang.
Jaydra jumps into the song again with, "FOR PORN!" Scott and Stiles were both slowly learning the trick here.
"There's always some new site," the song continued.
"FOR PORN!" the three teenagers belted out as they flew down the road, laughing to their hearts content.
"What is this from?!" Stiles demanded as he calmed down from his laughing.
"It's from a musical," Jaydra says, focusing on driving again. "I love Broadway. My mother actually got me into it by having me watch Phantom of the Opera with her, and I fell in love with it." Jaydra glanced up in the rear view mirror to look at Stiles. "And Dean? He grew up with rock, so he HATES musicals with a passion, and I just had to make a musical CD to annoy him."
"Genius," Stiles says softly, before the three cracked up again at the song.
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The three teenagers reached the motel, that they were supposed to meet with Sam and Dean at, around two in the morning.
"So, are we going to wait for them before getting a room?" Stiles asked as Jaydra's red Skyline pulled up beside a black Impala.
"No, they're already here," Jaydra says, grabbing her bag and getting out of the car and walking to the front desk. "Just getting a room beside theirs."
"How we going to do that?" Stiles' question was answered when Jaydra walked into the office and flashed a credit card to the man and easily obtained a bedroom key for a room in the motel. "How did you do that? And where did you get that credit card?!"
"Not from your dad, if you're wondering," the female hunter says as she walks down to their room. "Hunting isn't really a profiting business. So you kind of learn how to run credit card scams." Jaydra opens the door to their room, and sees the two beds, considering she just got a two bed room. "You two take the beds."
"What about you?" Scott asked, looking at her.
"The couch works fine for me," Jaydra says, tossing her bag on said couch. "And besides, with a case going on, I won't get much sleep."
"Speaking of case," Stiles pipes up, sitting on one of the beds. "What are you after?"
"That is undetermined," the female hunter states, looking over at the two boys. "Until we get more information about how the guy died-"
"SOMEONE DIED!?" Scott squeaked out, his eyes widen.
Jaydra face palmed. "This is why I didn't want you to come. Yes, someone's dead, and we're going to hunt what killed him."
"And by we, she means us, pup," a new voice called in, making the three teenagers look at the door where Jaydra's two older brothers stood. It was Dean who was talking.
"W-Why did you call me p-pup?" Scott stuttered out nervously.
"I could tell what you were, kid," Dean says. "And I noticed your mannerisms on the field when you played."
"Then why didn't you do something about it . . .?" Stiles asked cautiously.
"Because of how I acted," Jaydra says. "Because I wasn't threatened and on complete edge, these two bozos knew that I trusted Scott, and that he was bitten by a natural born werewolf. And Sam gave me some tips on how to help you through your monthly problems, Scott."
"Speaking of monthly problems," Dean pipes up, looking over at Stiles. "You got any monthly deals that you want to tell us?"
Stiles looked at him with wide eyes and shook his head. "Nope! No monthly problems with me! I am completely regular." Yeah Stiles, that's exactly what everyone needed to hear.
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The next day, the Winchester siblings, along with two Beacon Hills inhabitants, were riding on a trolley tour of the studios of Hollywood. Jaydra, who was sitting beside her brother Sam, made sure that Stiles and Scott were sitting on the very back seat, so when they stepped off they won't draw too much attention. Once everyone was successfully off the tour, the group walked around the studio of Hollywood. Dean and Stiles couldn't be happier.
"Sammy! Jay!" Dean says excitedly, slapping both siblings in the arm. "Check it out, It's Matt Damon!"
"Pretty sure that's not Matt Damon," Jaydra says, rolling her eyes before looking around for the studio they need.
"It is!" Dean defended, pointing at the Matt Damon lookalike.
Sam rolled his eyes and sent a mild glare in Dean's direction. "Well, Matt Damon just picked up a broom and started sweeping."
"Okay, girls, cool it," Jaydra says, noticing a sign that gave her some idea of where she was. "Stage nine is this way, I believe." Jaydra took initial lead and headed in that direction, before glancing back at her brothers. "What are you two even doing here? Isn't LA kind of a bad place to be when you're wanted for murder? I mean you were practically Public Enemy Number One."
"WHAT?!" Stiles squeaked out, looking at the brothers. "You're wanted?! AND YOU CAME TO MY DAD'S HOUSE?!"
Jaydra face palmed. "They're not actively wanted."
"What do you mean?" Scott asked, raising an eyebrow.
"A creature changed its face to look as pretty as mine, and well . . . I was wanted until the thing was killed in a police chase," Dean explained.
"And you wanted to go to the damn funeral," Sam muttered.
"Not often you can see yourself be lowered into the ground," Dean smirked.
"ANYWAY!" Jaydra snapped a bit. "Why LA?"
Dean shrugged a bit. "I thought Sammy here could use some R-and-R after everything that happened with Madison . . ."
"Madison?" Jaydra asked, stopping to look at Sam. "Who's Madison?"
Sam glanced over at Scott. "She was bitten by a werewolf," he says quietly. "And too far away from the natural born line. She couldn't control her changes." Sam sighed and rubbed his eyes. "You're lucky Scott."
"Fuck . . ." Jaydra muttered, until she began nursing a bump on the back of her head after Dean smacked her.
"Language young lady!" Jaydra glared at Dean before flipping him the bird. "Need another dose of discipline?" Dean smirked.
"Back onto the case!" Jaydra chirped, looking back at the group. "So, the crew guy . . . did he died on set?" she asked.
"Yeah," Sam says, focusing back on the case. "Rumors are spreading like wildfire on-line, saying the set's haunted."
"Like Poltergeist?" Dean asked, his eyes widen slightly, a tiny spark of excitement evident.
Sam thought the idea over and shrugs. "Could be a poltergeist."
Dean shook his head, but before he could continue, Stiles jumped in. "No! He means the movie Poltergeist." Sam looked at the buzz cut boy with a confused look, until Stiles continued. "You know nothing of your cultural heritage, do you?"
"No, he doesn't," Dean cut in before looking at his younger brother. "It was rumored that the set of Poltergeist was cursed. They used real human bones as props," Dean continued.
"Yeah, like three of the actors died in it," Stiles piped up, glad to find someone else at his level of random movie facts.
"Huh . . ." Scott murmured glancing over at Sam.
"It might very well be something like that," Sam continued, as the group rounded another corner to get to the set.
"So the crew guy," Jaydra starts, looking at the former law student she called a brother. "What's his name?"
"Frank Jaffey."
"Does this Frank guy got a death certificate or a coroner's report, or anything?" Dean asks.
Sam shook his head. "No. But it's LA, you know? It might not even be his real name. But the girl who found him, she said she saw something. A vanishing figure."
"What's the girl's name?" Scott asked, looking up at the giant that Jaydra claims to be her brother.
"Uh . . ." Sam rattled his brain trying to think of the name. "Tara Benchley?"
Both Dean and Stiles froze in their tracks and turned to look at the tallest Winchester, wide grins spreading on their faces that began to make the rest of the group uneasy.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Dean says loudly. "Tara Benchley?!"
"From ' '?!" Stiles squeaked out. "And 'Ghost Ship', Tara Benchley?!"
"Dude, why didn't you say so?!" Dean says, apparently all revved up for this case now.
Jaydra rolled her eyes. "You hear about one actress and you're suddenly on board?"
Dean, knowing he was just caught acting like a fan-boy, instantly calmed down and tried to play it cool. Which didn't work at all. "I just mean I'm a fan of her work."
"Yeah," Stiles piped in, also cooling down his excitement a bit. "It's very good."
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Sure enough, the group of five did find the sat, but were quickly written off as PA's, and as Sam told them earlier, they were being worked like slaves. Jaydra could wring an assistants neck if they ask for another damn smoothie.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN McGRAIN QUIT?!" the director McG, suddenly screamed out, making Jaydra glance up from her spot at the Kraft service table, enjoying a small sandwich to satisfy her hunger. "Great! The ONE choreographer we have for the fight scene and he fucking quits!" One of the assistance tried to calm the director down, but to no avail. "Now how are we going to get the dance like moves I pictured?!"
"Dance like?" Dean asked, suddenly beside Jaydra, making the said girl jump out of her skin. Dean looked down at his younger sister and smirked darkly.
"Dean, don't you fuckin-" Jaydra was cut off when Dean grabbed her arm and practically drags her over to the director.
"Need a choreographer? Here's one of the best dancers I know," he proudly introduced.
"A PA?" McG asked, skeptically, before he sighed. "But what do I have to lose? REED! Play the music that's going to be used for the fight scene! And show me what you have, kid. Just practice a dance, we'll worry about your ability to fight in a minute."
Jaydra stood there like an idiot for a second, sending a glare towards Dean. After a second, Jaydra took a deep breath and closed her eyes before listening closely to the music. Not too long after that, the she-hunter began moving her arms and legs elegantly, doing a mixture of ballet moves, or modern moves, completely depending on the tempo of the music at that time.
Before the whole hunting business, Jaydra actually loved to dance. She took ballet classes until she was around fourteen, and then for a few years, she learned some modern type dances. Her dream was to dance on Broadway. And her love for dancing and musicals comes from her mother, who was a fan of Broadway musicals, and introduced them to Jaydra at a very young age.
Before she knew it, the music had stopped and Jaydra turned to look back at the director, who was looking at her with a shock expression.
"BRILLIANT!" McG cried out. "Now, you proved you could dance. But what about fighting knowledge?"
Jaydra smirked and looked at her brother. "Hit me," she says quietly, not moving from her spot.
Dean raises an eyebrow but shrugs and threw a punch, a real punch, towards Jaydra's head. The seventeen year old dodged the hit and moved to punch Dean in the stomach. Now, unknown to the director, the siblings are actually fighting, trying to land a punch on the other. But either way, the director is loving it.
"Oh, beautiful!" the director cries out, clapping. "I want you to look over the fight scene we have for the final few scenes. Now, what I truly want is the fight to flow like a dance, but you can't really tell that it's a dance."
"That's a bit tricky . . ." Jaydra says softly. "But I'll see what I can do with it."
"Awesome," McG says, before walking away.
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The day was slowly coming to a close, the director wanting a few more shots of the cabin scene before they quit for the day.
Jaydra, who had been reading the script, and trying to imagine some parts of the actual scene choreography, sighed and walked over to where she seen her brothers and two friends. And wouldn't you know it, they were standing by the Kraft service station, Dean and Stiles stuffing their faces. Well, Jaydra wasn't any better, earlier, she grabbed two smoothies from Kraft services, finishing only half of one so far.
But as she walked over to them, Jaydra notices how Stiles and Dean reacted to seeing Tara walk over to her chair. The two began making their way over to the poor, defenseless actress, and Jaydra decided to be a cock block for the day. Jogging over, Jaydra put her hands on her brother and best friends chest.
"Sorry boys, girl time," she says walking over to Tara. "Miss Benchley?" Jaydra asked.
"Yes?" Tara asked, looking up at Jaydra.
Jaydra gives off her best friendly smile and holds out the chocolate smoothie to the actress. "Thought you could use this."
Tara's face softened and she took the smoothie. "Thanks. Most guys would think I'd chew them out for bringing me food. Like I'm only eating a tiny pea a day."
Jaydra rolled her eyes. "Do they not understand we women want chocolate more than just when we're on our period?"
"Right?!" Tara laughed loudly, drinking her smoothie slowly. "So are you a smoothie delivering angel PA?"
"Actually," Jaydra started, chuckling slightly. "My brother helped get me re-casted as the dance instructor for the final scene fight."
Tara nodded her head. "I heard that the previous guy quit. Glad they found someone so quickly."
Jaydra nodded her head, and as a beat of silence passed the two, Jaydra decided this would be the best time to ask the important questions. "So . . . You found him right? The . . . the crew guy?" Jaydra timidly tip toed around the word 'dead' knowing it wouldn't be the most appropriate thing to ask. As Tara grew very quiet and looked away, Jaydra mentally cursed at herself. "Sorry. You probably don't even want to talk about it."
"No, no!" Tara says quickly, making Jaydra look over at her with a raised eyebrow. "It's okay. Nobody around here really brings it up. I think they're all scared I'm going to have some breakdown."
"Nah," Jaydra says, waving her hand. "You're stronger than that. So, uh, what happened?"
"It was horrible," Tara says, her eyes going up to where she found the body. "There was all this blood coming from his eyes and his mouth . . . And then I saw this . . ." Realizing what she was about to say, Tara stops, clearly embarrassed.
"Saw what?" Jaydra prompted.
"I saw this shape," Tara finally admitted "To tell you the truth, I don't know actually, what I saw. I just know I saw something."
"So, uh, Frank, did you know him?" Jaydra asked.
"No, not that well," Tara admits. "But I do have his picture. I have this hobby of taking Polaroids of all the crew. It's just one of those things you do to kill time on set." Tara picks up a binder of pictures to her right and puts it in her lap as she begins to flip through the book. "Right here," she says, tapping the picture.
Jaydra's eyes widen a bit and mutters, "Son of a Protestant whore!"
"What is it?" Tara asked, raising an eyebrow at the colorful language Jaydra chose to use.
"This dude looks like a guy I think my brother knows. Mind if I take a picture of it with my phone?" Jaydra asks.
"Sure," Tara says as Jaydra pulls out her cell phone and quickly takes a picture. "Um, if it's not to much to ask right now, can me and you take a picture?"
Jaydra blinks, but grins widely. "Sure!"
Tara pulled out the Polaroid camera from her bag and handed it to another crew worker that took a picture of Tara and Jaydra.
Waving, Jaydra walked over to her small group, where Dean and Stiles jumped her immediately with, "HOW DID YOU TAKE A PICTURE WITH HER?!"
"Cool your tits!" Jaydra says, glaring at the two. "You'll get your turn later!" Running a hand through her sandy blond hair, Jaydra pulled out her phone and held it up to Dean's face. "This guy look familiar?"
Dean looks at the picture closely and it's clear that he recognizes the person. "Son of a bitch . . ." Well that just confirmed it.
Later that night, Sam and Dean go to investigate who Dean thinks the real man behind the name of Frank is, while Jaydra and her two friends stay back at the motel.
"So, is there no haunting?" Scott asked, looking over at Jaydra.
"Seems like it was just a prank," Jaydra says. "But I'm getting a weird feeling from it."
"But if there's no proof of a haunting here, are we going home?" Stiles asked, looking at the the girl of the group who nods.
"There won't be a need for us to stay here," Jaydra explains. She sighs and stretches out on the couch where she'll be sleeping when her phone suddenly starts ringing. Expecting one of her brothers, imagine her surprise when she sees that it's Derek's number. "Gotta take this," Jaydra says, standing up and walking outside. "Hello?"
"Where's Scott?" was the first thing out of the blue-eyed Beta's mouth.
"Wow, no hello? Hi, how are you?" Jaydra teased, smirking. "Don't worry about the pup. He's with me and my brothers. We're on a case."
"Why the fuck would you take him on a case?!" Derek practically yelled into the phone, making Jaydra hold the said device away from her ear.
"Wasn't my plan," Jaydra mutters into the receiver. "They overheard my conversation with Dean and told me they were going to tag along. And basically if I didn't take them, they would have followed me."
Derek sighed on the other end of the phone. "What are you guys even after?"
"Well, we thought it could possibly be a haunting, but now we're not so sure," Jaydra says softly. "Either way, we should be home before the weeks out. And besides, I think it'll do Scott and Stiles some good."
"Stiles is there too?" Derek asked.
"Who else did you think I meant when I said 'them'?" Jaydra asked sarcastically, before growing serious. "Anyway, it'll do the two of them good. It'll prove that there's more out there than just werewolves."
Derek sighed into the phone. "Alright. Just stay safe."
Jaydra raised an eyebrow, before smirking. "Why, Mr. Hale, are you worried about my safety around a pup?" Jaydra couldn't keep from laughing as Derek hung the phone up on her.