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Chapter Eight
Geek Fest
"I want you to teach me how to hunt." I declared to the now silent car. The only sound was the soft tones of Blue Oyster Cults 'Don't fear the Reaper' flowing through the tense atmosphere.
"Sure sweetheart. First though, how tall are you exactly?" Dean asked sounding sarcastic and also slightly angry.
"What...? I'm five six, why?" I asked really confused now. I'd expected a lot of reactions, anger being one, but odd questions were not on the list of what I'd thought the men would say when I made my request.
"Hear that Sammy, make a note of it. We'll be needing a five foot six coffin next." Dean said, his voice laced with scorn. He scooted over as far away as he could get from me in the tiny car.
"Very funny." I said with a bit of annoyance.
"Not as funny as you wanting to learn how to do this crap sweetheart. Now that's freaking hilarious!" Dean lashed out at me, hurting my feelings slightly. I knew that I'd probably be no good at it, but I wanted to learn, I wanted to be able to take care of myself, to stop being a burden on the people around me.
"Why, why is that funny?" I asked, letting my anger surface once again. It was a damn sight better than feeling hurt.
"Why do you want to be a hunter?! You've got your whole life ahead of you. When we've got Charlie back you can go back to living a normal life. You can go back to being a person." Dean was almost shouting at me, his whole body rigid and his face screwed up with anger as he spoke to me.
"Go back to living a normal life? Got your whole life ahead of you?" I asked Dean, my own voice rising as well, but a little bit of hysteria seeping into it. "Really, D?" I bit out. "You know what I've got when I go back? Nothing! That's what I've got, nothing! No job, no money, no boyfriend, my friends will have moved away by then! What I've got when I go back is no prospects and a dad who's a hunter himself."
"You could have normal!" Dean tried to argue back to me, his voice slightly softer now, but still with an edge to it.
I cut over him, wanting him to understand, wanting him to get why I needed this. "Dean, if I don't learn how to do this I'm not going to have a life. I've been attacked by hungry vampires, angry shapeshifters, demons and satanists, all within the last year, and if it weren't for other people stepping in and saving me every time, I'd be dead by now. What happens the next time someone's not there? I'll tell ya what, I'm dead next time. I need to learn how to be a hunter, I need to learn so I'm not helpless anymore, not a sitting target!" I poured every emotion I was feeling into the last few sentences, hoping that he'd realise that this was life and death for me. Not just some passing fancy to look cool.
"I don't want to be helpless anymore." I said thinking back to what had happened in my bedroom with Edward, my voice soft now, not angry, a small tear escaping that I quickly brushed away.
"Sam pull over." Dean said from next to me, his voice softer still. Sam did as he was told and pulled over on the darkening road in the middle of no-where. "Stay here, don't move - I mean it." Dean said addressing me sternly, before getting out of the car. Sam shot me a small smile before climbing out and following his older brother away from the road. To where I couldn't hear them talking about me.
I sat in the darkening car by myself, watching the men for a few minutes, wondering what they were deciding. Every bit of me was hoping that they'd agree. That I'd have a chance next time something happened. None of what I'd said had been a lie, if something did attack me when I was alone, I'd be dead. No question. And I didn't want to die just yet.
The guys were out there for about fifteen minutes and it felt like the longest fifteen minutes of my life. Like I was waiting for judgement to be passed.
Eventually I saw them walking back over to the car. Both men looked exhausted, and I felt bad that it was me that made them look that way. That I'd caused a little more upset in their already messed up lives.
Dean climbed into the drivers seat with Sam next to him on the passengers side. Apparently now I no longer required first aid I was riding on my own again.
Dean started the car and pulled off, driving faster than the speed limit by quite a bit. What was it with men and speed? Perhaps I needed the y chromosome to get it.
We drove in silence for five minutes before I broke it, not being able to stand the suspense any longer. "So have you decided?" I asked the men, leaning forward in my seat for their decision.
"You owe me twenty dude." Sam said to Dean with a small. "Over five minutes."
"You couldn't have been a little more eager B?" Dean grumbled while glancing at me in the rear view mirror.
"I told ya some of us have patience. Cough up." Sam smirked at his brother and then at me.
"You betted on how long it would be before I asked?" I said incredulously. Did these men have no scrupuls?
"Got to make your fun where you can sweetheart, it's a long, boring drive otherwise." Dean said with a cocky grin.
"So did you make a decision or did you just bet on my facial expressions as well?" I asked a little bit annoyed, but finding the whole thing a little funny as well. One thing was for sure, I'd never guess what was coming next with these two.
"Yup." Sam said with a sly grin, winding me up on purpose I guessed.
"Yup you decided? Or yup you'll train me?" I asked, the annoyance finally getting the better of me.
"We'll teach ya some stuff. Maybe." Dean said, a smirk in his voice, his back to me but I could just imagine the mischief lighting up his eyes at teasing me for just a little bit longer.
"Okay, I'll bite. Maybe?" I asked, my voice lighter as I imagined the happiness jumping in Deans eyes right now. I shook my head, I really needed to stop thinking things like that, that thinking would only end badly.
"Yeah, maybe. First you gotta agree to some terms and conditions." Dean said, his voice serious again.
"Great." I said leaning back in my seat, preparing myself for a long list of things that I wasn't going to agree to. My mind racing with what the Cullens would have me agreeing too; like no actual fighting or getting myself into dangerous situations. Basically the whole learning by observing thing. And that wasn't what was going to keep me alive, that much I was sure of.
"You wanna hear them or not sweetheart? It was your idea after all." Dean turned and glanced at me briefly before looking back at the road.
"Sure." I mumbled, a lot less eager now.
"First of all, you've got to do exactly what we say when we're on a hunt. Even if you don't like it. We tell ya to run, you run, we tell you to hide, you hide. We tell ya to fight a dude five time the size of you, you do it." Dean told me, his voice faraway at the end, but serious.
That didn't sound too bad, I could do that without a doubt.
"Ok, I agree to that." I said, leaning forward in my seat, once again eager.
"You might want to listen to it all before you agree sweetheart." Dean said, his voice still deadly serious.
"You're gonna hate us at some points." Sam declared to me, I couldn't imagine for a second that he was right. I didn't do hate, and even if I did, I'd be endlessly grateful to these men, hate wouldn't come close to how I felt for them. Still I nodded, letting them know I was taking in what he said. "But everything we do, we'll do it for a reason. To teach ya something."
"You don't go out looking for trouble. Even when your pissed and realise you can kick some dudes ass to feel better about shit. Don't make trouble, it'll find you anyway, no need to make it." Dean said, his voice holding no humour even though I found that clause completely laughable.
"Don't hold back. Give everything you have." Sam said, again I nodded, I would give everything I had, every inch of myself I'd put into this. After all it meant my survival. "Even if you want too. Like when you're fighting Dean and me, which you'll have to do, if we tell you to hit us, hit us with everything you have. You won't hurt us. Don't hold back."
"I won't." I agreed passionately, the way they were speaking, it was making me even more eager, more determined to do this. They were serious about this stuff. But they were also passionate, and that rubbed off.
Dean sighed, he sounded weary and also kind of sad. "Sweetheart, think about this. You're gonna see shit that'll give ya nightmares. You'll do things that'll change you forever, that will make you hard. You'll stop being a person and start being the job, well at least till we find Charlie." His voice held a deep underlying sadness that made me question what I was doing. If this life was so terrible, if it hurt a person as much as Dean seemed to be, if it messed you up that bad, should I still do it?
I thought for a few minutes before I realised that I really didn't have a choice. If I didn't learn it, I would die. So it was either I changed, or I died. Like I said, no choice.
"I agree, I've listened and I agree. I want to do this, I need to do this." I said, my voice quiet but determined.
"Fair 'nuff." Dean nodded, not sounding particularly happy, more resigned than anything.
"Welcome to the team Bells." Sam said with a sad little smirk for me.
~0~
"B!" Someone shook me awake, their deep voice barely even a whisper, breaking through the darkness of sleep that had taken me over not too long ago.
"What?" I asked groggily opening my eyes to find Dean in the back-seat with me, Sam fast asleep in the front seat. In his hands Dean clutched something wrapped in a diner bag and two coffees.
"We're stopping for the night sweetheart, thought you'd prefer a bed than the back-seat of my baby." Dean said, his eyebrows raised and a wolfish smile across his face. I blushed deeply as I got his double entendre. And even deeper when I started imagining his little scenario. I needed to stop the bad, bad thoughts. Before they got me in trouble, if only with myself.
"Thanks." I said stretching the stiffness from my limbs. "Where are we?" I asked as I looked around the full parking lot outside of a high rise motel building.
"We're just outside Cleveland sweetheart. Here." Dean passed me one of the coffees, which I took gratefully.
"Thanks." I said with a yawn.
Dean just gave me a quick nod, accompanied by his trade mark smirk before climbing out of the car and knocking on Sam's window. The tall hunter jumped awake, literally, banging his head on the low ceiling and making me and Dean both crease up with laughter.
"Really funny dude. Fucking hilarious. Jerk." Sam muttered sounding seriously pissed.
"Bitch." Dean called as he walked around to the trunk of the car and opened it.
I climbed out and followed Dean to the trunk, taking my bright pink bag off of him. Sam followed moments later grabbing a couple of bags that I'd started to recognise as his. Together we made our way to the motel.
We checked in, me paying despite the protests of the brothers. One after another we trudged up the two stair cases that lead to our home for the night.
The motel room wasn't too bad. Two big beds, a tv, a sofa, a fridge, table and chairs and the bathroom, not exactly the Hilton, but not too bad either.
As soon as we entered the room Sam collapsed on to one of the beds, still in his clothes and boots. His snoring filling the room in minutes.
"I'm gonna grab a shower." I told Dean who had sat himself at the table taking out a piece of pie from the diner bag and had started devouring it. He just waved at me.
I let the hot water wash away all of the tension I'd been holding over the last few days. The water soothing my tense muscles and relaxing me. While I was in the tiny cubicle I also took care of my basic hygiene. Washing my hair and shaving my legs, thanking Alice silently while I did for packing my razors and some shaving foam. Pixie really though of everything.
A few minutes later though and I was cursing the tiny annoying vampire. She'd packed what she thought was appropriate nightmare. I'd had the choice between a skimpy nightgown in baby glue, a long silky nightgown in gold or a pair of shorts and a tank top also in a light blue which were silky and trimmed with black lace. Great choices there.
I eventually chose the blue pyjama set, the lest revealing or sexy of the three. I dried my hair and tied it out of my way before heading back into the room.
Dean glanced at me as I walked in, a quick glance before going back to his half eaten pie. After half a second though he paused and looked back at me, his eyes growing wide and his mouth dropping open. His eyes raked up my body, starting at my bare feet and taking in my legs before gliding upwards to my body and then my chest. Finally his eyes came to rest on my face, which must have turned crimson under his scorching gaze.
I tried to shrug off the burning heat of Deans eyes assessing me. I walked over to the table and sat myself down opposite him, glad that the table was hiding some of my bare flesh that was on show.
"Hey, you got another spoon?" I asked nodding towards his half eaten pie, my stomach choosing that moment to let out a gurgle.
Dean let out a breath and then started laughing. "Sure B." He said getting up and fetching me a spoon from one of the grotty draws next to the fridge.
Silently we both started tucking back into the sweet apple pie. After a minute or two Dean broke the comfortable silence that had settled over us. "You fancy something to wash that down with?" He asked me with a little smirk, his beautiful eyes twinkling. How could I say no?
"Sure." I said before taking another bite of the pie.
He leant back in his chair and opened up the fridge pulling two beers from it and putting them down on the table between us.
I twisted the top off mine and took a sip before eating the pie again. Pretty good combination surprisingly.
"So where are we heading now then? What's the plan?" I asked sitting back in my chair, the pie case had only a few crumbs left and my beer was half empty. But I was full and feeling the warmth the beer had created in my stomach.
"We're going to see a friend, he might be able to help us find Charlie and he'll sure as hell be able to help train you." Dean told me with a smirk.
"Who taught you to do this?" I asked Dean with interest.
"Our dad mostly, but Bobby helped out from time to time and a couple of other hunters pitched in when we stayed with them." Dean said his face hardening slightly, I realised he really didn't want to talk about this. So I changed the conversation completely. I'd find it out if the brothers wanted me too know.
"What do you do for fun then? Ya know when you have a break?" I asked accepting the second beer that Dean passed me and trying desperately to ignore the leaping feeling in my chest when his hand brushed mine.
"We play cards when we've not got a lot of time, like tonight." Dean told me his mouth curling up at the sides into a little smile.
"What do you play? Blackjack, Texas hold'em? Go fish? Snap?" I questioned matching his smile.
"Texas hold'em or blackjack yeah. Though the snap thing got band when a game got out of hand and we busted Bobby's table." Dean said with a smirk, I wasn't entirely sure if he was joking or not. Still I smiled back, chuckling as I imagined Sam and Dean breaking a table over a game of snap, all too easy to imagine.
"What else do you do, apart from break tables in peoples homes?" I asked with my own little smirk that I was starting to pick up after only five days of hanging with these men.
"We go to concerts, watch the game, we listen to music, Sammy likes to read." Dean said that bit with an eye roll which hid a fond smile. "We hit fairs and theme parks. And once a year we have Vegas week!" Dean told me his eyes lighting up as he said that. I'm guessing that was a favourite of his. "What about you B? What do you like to do in your free time?"
I flushed bright red again under his look, not sure if I wanted to let on just how much of a geek I could be. But hey, he'd learn at some point seeing as how this seemed like it was going to be an extended trip. "I like to ride my motorbike, and I liked helping Jake fix them up. Er... I like to play poker too, and watch crappy tv programs. I go to the movies but I can't stand soppy love movies, they suck. And I like to read too." I told him while looking at the table. There was something really embarrassing about telling someone your hobbies, especially when you wanted them to like you. Especially when they were as hot as Dean.
"What movies do you like then?" Dean asked me and I looked back up, instantly at ease again.
We spoke about what we liked and disliked for a couple of hours, laughing out loud at each other. Joking and chatting, generally getting to know each other as more than our roles on this trip.
I had a giggle fit when I found out that he was a closet geek, his favourite movies being star wars and that he loved star trek. But he got his own back when he found out just how clumsy I was and that I hated the sight and smell of blood.
Eventually Dean declared that he needed a shower and left the room. Yawning and stretching I climbed into Deans bed, not even trying to share with Sam again.
I laid in the comfy bed with a smile on my face as I took in the water damaged ceiling. Amazed at the difference between today and three nights ago. I'd been falling asleep then with tears streaming down my face, feeling like my whole life had gone down the pan. Nothing had changed since then, except the way I saw the two men that I was travelling with. Instead of strangers I was starting to see Sam and Dean as friends. And what a difference two good friends could make to your life, I thought as I felt the heavy pull of sleep taking it's toll, falling to sleep still with that smile on my face. Sam's snores and the shower comforting noises that I fell asleep listening too.
~0~
I woke early the next morning with sleep brain. I couldn't remember where I was, what I was suppose to be doing or even what day it was. I turned in my bed, hoping to get another half an hour of sleep and hoping that when I woke up it was with a bit more intelligence.
Brilliant green brown eyes stared at me from the other side of the bed making me instantly remember everything.
"Morning B." Dean whispered to me, a small smile gracing his features. Morning stubble caressing his strong jaw line and making him seem even more sexier than usual.
"Morning D." I whispered back, once more under the spell of his eyes. I just couldn't look away.
I was suddenly aware of how close our bodies were under the sheets. Inches separated us, our faces so close that I could count the freckles that were spattered across his amazing cheeks. His face was relaxed making me realise how little he normally seemed at ease. The small smile mixed with his relaxed expression took years off his face and made him seem even more handsome than usual.
Deans eyes seemed to sweep my face, taking in every little detail of it, making my blush spread across my face again.
"That colour suits you sweetheart." Dean whispered to me, his eyes sparkling with mischief and something else that I couldn't quiet read.
"What blue?" I asked, glancing down at myself but realising that you couldn't see any of my nightware from under the covers. My face then creasing in confusion, so what was be talking about?
"No you're blush, that pink tinge. It suits you." Dean whispered looking into my eyes intently.
Typically I blushed harder making Dean let out a small chuckle. His body shaking the bed and making me inch slightly closer to him, the warmth of his body seeping through to my bones.
"You're cracked." I whispered smiling, wanting nothing more than this moment to last forever.
Dean rolled his eyes at me but was still smiling. He looked back into my eyes and his face suddenly grew serious. My heart started pounding in my chest, my mouth went dry and my body started tingling. Was he going to...?
"Morning guys!" Sam called while getting up from his bed, his voice chirpy and a complete and utter mood killer.
"You're chipper this morning Sammy." Dean declared climbing out of bed and taking the warmth with him.
My head flopped back, my body sagged, the breath whooshed out of my body. What the hell had just happened? What was that?
"What's not to be happy about?" Sam asked smiling and pulling out a soda from the fridge.
"I don't know, global warming, Paris Hilton, the end of the world?" Dean joked, his face light and open, a smile stretching across his gorgeous features.
"Not to mention Harry Potter, Elton John and the rainforest disappearing." I joked back while sitting up in bed, pushing away any feelings or desires I had a minute ago. They were stupid, I couldn't go there, I couldn't. Bad, bad, bad.
"You got it sweetheart." Dean smirked at me.
"Yeah, yeah, you two laugh it up but I'm not going to give in. I'm going to be in a good mood even if it kills both of you." Sam laughed grabbing his bag and heading into the bathroom.
"Breakfast before we hit the road B?" Dean asked me, not meeting my face while pulling on his boots at the table.
"Yeah sure."
"I'll be back in a few." Dean said grabbing his keys and walking out. Leaving me in a complete mystery. Had that been my imagination? Had I blown everything out of proportion?
~0~
Sam and Dean were sat in the front seat singing along to a Metallica song I'd never heard before and I was reading my dads journal again. We'd been driving for five hours and I was starting to get bored.
"You not a Metallica fan Bells?" Sam asked me with a smile when the song had finished and Dean had turned the volume down.
"Yeah I am, just not heard that one yet, I'm new to the whole rock thing. But I'm loving it so far." I said with enthusiasm. Metallica weren't in my dads cd collection, I'd found them on my own and I'd loved the few songs that I'd downloaded so far.
"Thank god for that otherwise we'd have had to throw down right now." Dean said making me giggle.
"Yeah, another rock nut, just what we needed." Sam muttered but a smirk lit his face as he did.
"You not loving the rock Sam?" I asked in confusion, he'd not complained once about the music since I'd been travelling with the guys. And he'd sang along to a few songs, always looking like he was loving the moment.
"It's ok, I just which we could listen to something that was released after the seventies, that's all." Sam said while shooting Dean a pointed look.
"Driver picks the music, passenger shuts he's pie hole." Dean joked back at his little brother.
"Yeah, yeah. New tune dude, as in sing one." Sam quipped right back at the man. "You like anything other than the best of Mullet Rock Bells?"
"Bit of everything." I shrugged. "I've got something from every genre on my ipod." I told him, leaning forward and smiling. I hadn't really stopped smiling in the last couple of days, the guys made the days seem brighter somehow. Better.
"Hand it over then." Dean smirked at me. Dutifully I passed my green ipod to the hunter, nervous now that he only had one hand on the wheel when we were going so fast. Some habits died hard when you'd been brought up by a cop.
"Dude have you got your douche thing you had when you made the Impala your depression wagon." Dean said with a smirk to his brother.
Sam's face creased with pain but he covered it by smiling and grabbing something from the glove box. A couple of minutes later and my music was pouring through the car. The Impala, I'd finally learnt what the car was and what an Impala was, thankfully.
Pink's 'Blow Me One Last Kiss' came through the car first of all, making Sam smile but Deans face scruntch up in almost pain. He pressed next making me and Sam both scowl at him.
Next song was Taloys Swift's 'Love Story'. "B you better have something other than this chick shit on here otherwise it's gonna be a long two hours." Dean grumbled pressing next again.
"Two hours till what?" I asked confused.
"Till we get to Bobby's." Dean said before exclaiming "that's better!" And turning up the music. Black Sabbath's 'Paranoid' came blasting through the speakers making Sam groan but me and Dean smile before both singing along.
I began to think that two hours might just fly by. Then I'd get to meet Bobby, the man who had helped to train Sam and Dean. And who hopefully might be able to help find Charlie.
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