I don't own Supernatural or any of it's characters. I only own Isabeau and my own original characters.
Diana is writing up reports at her computer. Suddenly, the repeating string DANASHULPS starts scrolling across the screen. She looks around, nervous.
Sam and Isabeau are looking at the note Dean sent them, which reads:
HILTS & KING-
IT'S A STREET
ASHLAND.
-MCQUEEN
Sam folds the note, both him and Isabeau stare at Kraus as he speaks, "I hope that's meaningful. But I'd like to discuss your case now."
Sam gestures to the chair, "Sure thing, Matlock."
Kraus nods, "You two really are brothers, aren't you?" He sits down, "Now. As you know, the DA might be interested in…"
A knock on the door is quickly followed by Diana, who addresses Kraus, "We need you. With the other one."
Several others have crowded into the observation room outside where Dean is being held and across from his seat a digital camera has been set up. Diana and Kraus enter the interrogation room.
Sheridan turns to them, "Counselor? Your boy decided to confess."
Kraus steps forward. "Mr. Winchester? I'd advise against that strongly."
Sheridan points to the camera, "Talk directly into the camera, first stating your name for the record."
Dean clears his throat and leans forward, looking into the camera, "My name is Dean Winchester. I'm an Aquarius. I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach, and love my beautiful girlfriend. And I did not kill anyone."
He looks up at Sheridan and Diana, "But I know who did. Or rather what did. Of course it can't be for sure, because our investigation was interrupted. But our working theory was that we're looking for some kind of vengeful spirit."
Diana shakes her head, "Excuse me?"
"You know, Casper the bloodthirsty ghost?" Dean jokes.
In the observation room, the spectators start laughing.
"Tony Giles saw it." Dean continues, "I'll bet you cash money Karen did too. But see, the interesting thing is the word it leaves behind. For some reason it's trying to tell us something. But communicating across the veil, it ain't easy. You know, sometimes the spirits, they, they get things jumbled."
Dean nods, "You remember 'REDRUM'. Same concept. You know, it's, uh, maybe word fragments, other times…" He pulls out his piece of paper from earlier, "It's anagrams. See, at first we thought this was a name, Dana Shulps."
Diana's jaw slightly drops at the information as Dean talks, "But now we think it's a street. Ashland. Whatever's going on, I'll bet you it started there." Dean spreads his hands and smiles.
"You arrogant bastard. Tony and Karen were good people, and you're making jokes." Sheridan says.
Dean shakes his head, "I'm not joking, Ponch."
Sheridan walks over, "You murdered them in cold blood just like that girl in St. Louis."
Dean turns back to the camera, "Oh, yeah. That wasn't me either. That was a shape-shifter creature that only looked like me."
He smiles at the camera. Sheridan loses his temper and hauls Dean up by the collar, slamming him against the wall.
"Pete, that is enough!" Diana shouts.
"You asked for the truth." Dean says.
Sheridan pushes him away, "Lock his ass up."
Another cop takes over, shoving Dean face-first against the wall and handcuffing him.
Sheridan and Diana return to find Sam and Isabeau gone. The coffees and the note are still on the table.
"What the hell? Where are they?" Sheridan goes to the window, which is open, and looks out. It's maybe a four story drop with no visible fire escape nearby.
Diana sees the note on the table and picks it up.
Sheridan turns back, "What'd they do? The fire escape's way over... what?"
"These three." She hands him the note.
Sheridan reads it, "Hilts, King and McQueen?"
"Hilts is Steve McQueen's character in the Great Escape. 'King' is a reference to his character's nickname, 'The Cooler King'." Diana explains to him.
Diana enters the bathroom and the lights flicker. She sighs as she approaches the sink, it turns on by itself.
She recoils and all the faucets start pouring out hot water, steam rising. In the fogging mirror the letters DANASHULPS are formed. Diana scrubs them away to reveal the ghost. Her throat is slit deeply, her eyes deep red and she struggles to talk.
Dean is handcuffed to another table as Diana enters, nervous and she shuts the door.
"Can we make this quick? I'm a little tired, it's been a long day, you know, with your partner assaulting me and all." Dean says.
"I want to know more about that stuff you were talking about earlier." Diana says.
Dean shakes his head at her, "Time Life. Mysteries of the Unknown. Look it up."
Diana moves around the table and faces him, "Let's pretend for the moment you're not entirely insane."
Dean hums, "Mmm."
"What would one of these things be doing here?" Diana asks.
"A vengeful spirit?" Dean questions, "Well, they're created by violent deaths. And then they come back for a reason, usually a nasty one. Like revenge on the people that hurt 'em." He explains.
"And uh, these, spirits, they're capable of killing people?" As she rubs her neck, Dean notices something on her wrist.
"Where did you get that?" He asks.
She pulls up her sleeves to reveal deep bruises, like those on Karen's wrists, "I don't know. It, it wasn't there before."
Dean leans forward, "You've seen it, haven't you? The spirit?"
Her eyes widen, "How did you know?"
"Because Karen had the same bruises on her wrists. And I'm willing to bet that if you look at Giles' autopsy photos he's got 'em too, it's got something to do with this spirit, I... I don't know what." Dean says.
Diana turns away, looking into the mirror.
"I know. You think you're going crazy. But let's skip that part, shall we? Because the last two people who saw this thing? Died, pretty soon after. You hear me?" Dean asks.
Diana turns to him, "You think I'm going to die."
"You need to go to Sam and Isabeau. They'll help." Dean tells her.
Diana steps forward, "You're giving them up."
Dean sighs, "Go to the first motel listed in the yellow pages. Look for Jim Rockford - it's how we find each other when we're separated. Now you can arrest them if you want. Or you can let them save your life."
Sam and Isabeau are sitting at a motel desk, going through files. "So… how did it feel?" Isabeau suddenly asks.
Sam looks up at her, confused. She sighs, "Being a literal ball of fire with me." That's how Sam and her got out. She had never traveled as a ball of fire with any before, she didn't even know if it would work, but she took the chance and it worked out.
He thinks about it for a second, "Weird at first… but then all I felt was warmth. Not like burning hot, but a comforting warmth, like sitting next to a fire on a cold winter day warm."
He then smiles, "Is that how it always feels?"
Isabeau shrugs, "My fire is dependent on my emotions. It's hard to explain really. I can feel my fire, but it doesn't affect me in the sense of burning me. When I'm angry and I slip into my blue flames, it gets hot, like standing in a burning building hot."
"When I use it for simple things or just using it in general, it feels like I'm surrounded by candles; calm and relaxing, and doesn't feel like I'm touching it at all." Isabeau continues to explain.
She sighs, "Sometimes, being around you and Dean… it's comforting." She smiles, "It's because that's how I feel around you two. Happy, safe… I guess you could say, I'm all warm and fuzzy inside with you and Dean."
Sam's eyes soften, "That's cheesy, Beau."
Isabeau nods with a chuckle, "Yeah, but cut me some slack. I'm never cheesy. I could stop you know? Or I can be extra cheesy?"
Sam chuckles, "I'll take all the cheese. As long as I can do the same?"
Isabeau scoffs, going back to her papers, "Are you kidding me? Lather me in all your cheesiness. I love it when you and Dean are like that."
Before Sam could say anything else, there was a knock on the door. Sam and Isabeau exchange a look and Sam opens it to find Diana.
Isabeau frowns as Diana shows Isabeau her wrists, "These showed up after you saw it?" Sam stands next to her, looking at the wrists too.
Diana shakes her head, "Yeah, I guess."
Sam sighs, "All right. You're going to have to tell us exactly what you saw."
Diana rubs her hands together, walking away from them, "You know, I must be losing my mind. You're a fugitive. I should be arresting you."
She looks over at Isabeau, "And you, you're an honorary police officer helping them. This could be bad for you."
Isabeau crosses her arms, "First off, I have a handful of officers that will vouch for me and this could all be easily swept under the rug and you know what?" She juts her thumb at Sam, "You can arrest him later, all right? After you live through this. But right now you've gotta talk to us. Okay?"
Diana nods.
Sam and Isabeau share a look. Isabeau stays in her spot as Sam leans against the dresser, "Okay, great. Now, this spirit. What did it look like?" He asks.
"She was, um, really pale, and her throat was cut, and her eyes, they were like, this deep dark red? It appeared like she was trying to talk to me. But she couldn't. It was just... a lot of blood." Diana recalls, sitting down on the edge of one of the beds.
Sam looks over at the table, "You know what? Here." All three of them walk over to the table, "We've been researching every girl that's ever died or gone missing from Ashland Street."
Sam sits down at the table and Isabeau does the same across from him. Sam gathers up a stack of crime scene photos.
Diana points at them, "How'd you get those? Those are from crime scenes, and booking photos."
Isabeau tips her imaginary hat to her, "Amazing what you have access to as an honorary officer, huh?"
Sam smiles at her and hands the photos to Diana, "Here. I need you to look through these, tell us if you recognize anyone."
Diana sits and flips through the stack. On the third photo, a young woman's booking photo, she stops, "This is her. I'm sure of it."
Diana hands to the photos back to Sam and Isabeau comes over staring down at it, "Claire Becker? Twenty eight years old, disappeared about eight or nine months ago." She says.
"But I don't even know her. I mean, why would she come after me?" Diana shakes her head.
"Well, before her death, she was arrested twice. For dealing heroin. You ever work narcotics?" Sam asks.
She nods, "Yeah, Pete and I did. Before Homicide."
Isabeau picks up the photo, "You ever bust her?"
"Not that I remember."
Isabeau sets down the photo as Sam reads the report, "It says that she was last seen entering 2911 Ashland Street. Police searched the place, didn't find anything." He hands the paper to Diana, "Guess we gotta check it out ourselves. See if we can find her body."
"What?" Diana asks as Sam stands up.
Isabeau moves to grab and put on her jacket, "Well, we gotta salt and burn her bones. It's the only way to put her spirit to rest."
Diana stares at the both of them, nodding, "Of course it is."
Sam and Isabeau lead Diana into a dark and creepy warehouse. "So what exactly are we looking for?" Diana asks them.
"I'll let you know when we find it." Sam tells her.
They split up, Sam checking up a flight of stairs and Diana and Isabeau continuing on the lower level.
They turn towards a window and see Claire, standing by it. The ghost appears closer to them and struggles to talk. Isabeau suddenly feels her throat burning and starts to cough violently, holding a hand to her throat. Diana grabs a hold of Isabeau's arm, backing her up with her.
"Sam! Sam! Sam!" Diana shouts out, looking over to the staircase.
As Sam runs down the stairs to Diana and Isabeau, the ghost disappears. Isabeau gasps, coughing less violently and leaning on her knees to keep herself steady.
Sam comes running over, "Hey! Hey, I'm here, what is it? What happened?" He looks over at Isabeau's state, "Beau?!" He crouches down to her eye-level, placing his flashlight under his arm and cups her cheeks, "Hey, breathe. In and out."
Sam instructs her and Isabeau complies, taking shaky breaths. He looks up at Diana, "What happened?"
"Claire…" Diana starts.
"Where?"
"She, she was here." She tells him.
Sam looks over at Isabeau, "Did she attack you?"
Diana shakes her head, answering for Isabeau who was still trying to breathe normally, "No. No, she was just like, reaching out to me. She was over there by the window. Isabeau just started coughing violently when she appeared. She was holding her throat."
Isabeau starts to breathe normally again, and lets out one last cough, "I'm fine."
Sam stands up from his position, Isabeau straightening back up, rubbing her neck. She looks at Sam, giving him a knowing look, "Felt it, Sam."
She removes her hand and Sam frowns when he sees that her neck is a bright red, "You're neck, Beau."
Diana looks over and frowns, "How?"
Isabeau just shakes her head, "Worry about it later." She looks at Sam, "I'm fine, okay?" She shines her flashlight where Claire was moments ago.
The window where she stood is blocked by a shelving unit. Diana walks over to the shelving unit, trying to move it, "Here, help me move this." She asks Sam and Isabeau to help her.
"All right." Sam says.
They shove the shelves aside, revealing the window. It is labeled from the outside: ASHLAND SUP, the ending of 'SUPPLIES' has faded away.
"Our little mystery word." Diana says.
They turn to see a shadow on the opposite wall, casting the words into clear reflection.
"Now the extra letters make sense." Sam pulls out his EMF reader and approaches the opposite wall.
"What is that?" Diana asks him.
Sam glances at her as she and Isabeau follow him, "Spirits and certain remains give off electromagnetic frequencies."
"So if Claire's body was here, that would indicate that?" Diana asks.
Isabeau shrugs, "Yeah. Well, that's the theory."
The EMF reader purrs as he waves it over the brick wall and he turns to them.
Sam starts breaking through the wall with a sledgehammer. Isabeau tilts her head at him with a sly smile. She shakes her head, blinking, scolding herself; no checking out and fawning over one of your boyfriends at a serious moment.
When he's knocked out a sizable hole, he pokes his flashlight inside, "Yeah. Yeah, there's definitely something in there."
Isabeau comes over with Diana behind her. Sam puts his flashlight away, "You know? This is bothering me." He is about to slam his elbow into the wall, but Isabeau stops him, handing him her flashlight and starts doing it herself. She didn't want Sam to get another broken bone.
Sam stares at her, saying nothing. His heart couldn't help but flutter a little at her actions.
"Well, you are digging up a corpse." Diana points out.
Isabeau grunts, knocking more of the wall down as Sam speaks, "No, not that. That's, uh, that's pretty par for the course, actually."
"Then what?" Diana asks.
Isabeau grunts again, "He means," She slams her elbow, knocking down more bricks, "No vengeful spirit we've ever tussled with wanted to be wasted, so why the hell would Claire lead us to her remains? It doesn't make any sense."
Sam smiles at Isabeau who has broken open most of the wall. "All right, here. Give me a hand." Isabeau says.
Together, Isabeau and Diana pull out a shroud-wrapped body and place it on the ground. Sam pulls out a pocket knife and cuts the ropes holding the shroud together, uncovering her. Diana holds out her wrists.
Sam sighs, "Her wrists. Yeah, they'd be bruised just like yours?"
Diana notices a necklace on the corpse and touches it cautiously.
Isabeau glances at her, "That necklace mean something to you?"
Diana looks at them, "I've seen it before. It's rare. It was custom made over on Carson street." She reaches into her neckline, pulling out a necklace, "I have one just like it. Pete gave it to me."
"Now this all makes perfect sense." Sam nods, piecing things together.
Diana looks up at Sam and Isabeau, "I'm sorry?"
Sam shakes his head, "Yeah. You see, Claire is not a vengeful spirit, she's a death omen."
Diana stands from her crouched position, "Excuse me?"
Isabeau shakes her head, "Claire's not killing anyone. She's trying to warn them. You see, sometimes spirits, they don't want vengeance, they want justice. Which is why she led us here in the first place. She wants us to know who her killer is. And," She points to her neck, "How she was killed."
She bites her lip, "Detective, how much do you know about your partner?"
Diana thinks, "Oh my god."
"What?" Sam asks.
Diana walks past them, "About a year ago, some heroin went missing from lockup. Obviously it was a cop. We never found out who did it. But whoever did it would need someone to fence their product."
"Somebody like a heroin dealer." Sam concludes, "Somebody like Claire."
Sheridan is driving an armored van with Dean in the back. "So I'm being extradited to St. Louis, huh? And you just decided to transfer me yourself, eight hundred miles? At two in the morning? This can't be good."
Diana is driving Isabeau and Sam down a similar stretch of road, finishing a call on her cell phone, "All right. Thanks." She hangs up.
"What is it?" Sam asks from the back seat.
Diana glances over at both of them, "Pete just left the precinct. With Dean."
Isabeau's eyes widened from where she sat in the passenger seat, "What?"
"He said the prisoner had to be transferred, and he just took him. Dispatch has been calling but he won't answer the radio." Diana explains.
Isabeau blinks, "Radio? He took a county vehicle?"
"Yeah." Diana answers.
Isabeau and Sam exchange a look. "Well, then they should have a lo-jack, you've just gotta get it turned on." Sam says.
The armored van pulls off the road and stops. "Pee break? So soon? You might want to get your prostate checked." Dean jokes.
Sheridan gets out and circles to the back.
"Son of a bitch." Dean growls out.
Sheridan opens the van. "Hey, I'm cool in the van, you go do what you gotta do." Dean says.
Sheridan hauls Dean out and throws him to the ground, "You're a cocky son of a bitch. You think those people in St. Louis are gonna buy that crap you're peddling? Here's the thing. You're not gonna make it to St. Louis. You're gonna die trying to escape."
He pulls out his gun and points it at Dean's head.
Dean raises his hands in defense, "Wait! Wait. Let's, let's talk about this. I mean, you don't want to do something that you're gonna regret."
Sheridan cocks the gun. Dean looks down, "Or maybe you do."
"Pete!" Diana shouts, pointing her gun at Sheridan, "Put the gun down." Isabeau and look over at Dean, relieved that he's not hurt.
"Diana? How'd you find me?" Sheridan asks, still pointing his gun at Dean.
"I know about Claire." Diana says.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Put the gun down!" Diana shouts.
Sheridan shakes his head, "Oh, I don't think so. You're fast. I'm pretty sure I'm faster."
Dean glances over, catching eyes with Isabeau who was breathing deeply, trying to calm herself so she wouldn't do something she would regret later.
"Why are you doing this?" Diana asks.
"I didn't do anything, Diana."
"It's a little late for that."
Sheridan shakes his head again, "It wasn't my fault. Claire was trying to turn me in, I had no choice."
"And Tony? Karen?" She asks.
Sheridan nods, "Same thing! Tony scrubbed the money, he got skittish, and then he wanted to come clean. I'm sure he told Karen everything."
Dean glances at Sam, who's giving him 'How do we get out of this' look. Dean shakes his head, and Sam grits his teeth. Isabeau stares down at the gun in Sheridan's hand, narrowing her eyes at it.
"It was a mess; I had to clean it up. I just panicked." Sheridan admits.
"How many more people are gonna die over this, Pete?" Diana asks.
Sheridan smiles, "There's a way out. This Dean kid's a friggin' gift. We could pin the whole thing on him. Right? No trial, nothing. Just, just one more dead scumbag."
"Hey!' Dean and Isabeau say at the same time, both offended at Sheridan's words. Isabeau looks back down at Sheridan's gun, squinting her eyes at it, a headache starting to rise.
Sheridan raises the gun and Dean backs off, "No one will question it. Diana, please. I still love you."
She lowers the gun.
"Thank you. Thank you." As he turns back to Dean, Isabeau's eye twitches and his gun goes flying out of his hand. At the same time, Diana brings her gun up and fires, hitting Sheridan in the stomach. He goes down and Dean rolls out of the way.
Isabeau blinks, her head is pounding, but she pushes away the pain and rushes over to Dean, "Dean!" She crouches down in front of him, checking to see if he was hurt anywhere.
Dean smiles at her, "I'm good, sweetheart."
Isabeau smiles, but then it falls as she looks over at Sheridan. Diana walks up to him, "Then why don't you buy me another necklace, you ass?"
Sheridan tackles her legs, knocking her down. She loses her gun and Sam tries to go for it, but Sheridan gets there first.
"Don't do it! Don't do it!" Sheridan points the gun at Sam who raises his hands in defense. Isabeau focuses on the gun again, hoping to replicate what she did before, but whimpers in pain as her head feels like it's being hit with a sledge hammer.
Sheridan points the gun at Isabeau and Dean. Dean raises one hand up as he pulls a whimpering Isabeau behind him.
Sheridan backs up, now pointing the gun at Diana. She stares past Sheridan, who turns to see the ghost of Claire behind him, staring through her bloody hair. She smiles.
A gunshot goes off. Diana has recovered a weapon and shot Sheridan in the back and he goes down, more permanently this time.
Sam makes his way over to his brother and Isabeau. Dean turns to Isabeau, frowning. She's clutching her head, still whimpering at the pain.
Dean lifts his hand to her forehead, "Jesus, Beau. You're burning up."
Sam crouches down, worried, "Beau, what's going on? Did… did you do that?" Sam asks referring to Sheridan's gun flying out of his hands previously.
Isabeau nods weakly, "Yeah, guess my telekinesis is growing? Only took twenty years to do so." She jokes at the end.
Dean shakes his head, gently pulling her close into his arms, petting her head softly, "Take it easy." He glances up at Sam.
"Take it easy." Dean whispers to her.
The next morning, Diana is kneeling by the body of her late partner. She gets up and approaches Sam, Isabeau and Dean, standing nearby. Isabeau's headache was still there, the harsh pounding stopped, but her head felt like lead, struggling to to focus.
Isabeau leans against Dean who was still petting her head softly.
"You doin' all right?" Sam asks Diana.
Diana shakes her head, "Not really. The death omen Claire. What happens to her now?"
"Should be over. She should be at rest." Sam tells her.
"So, uh. What now, officer?" Dean asks.
Diana nods, "Pete did confess to me. He screwed up your cases royally. I'd say that there's a good chance that we could get your cases dismissed."
Sam smiles, "You'd take care of that for us?"
"I hope so. But the St. Louis murder charges?" She shakes her head as Dean glances away, "That's another story. I can't help you. Unless... I just happened to turn my back, and you walked away. I could just tell them that the suspects escaped."
"Wait, are you sure?" Sam asks.
"Yeah, she's sure, Sam." Dean says.
"No, it's just, I mean, you could lose your job over something like that."
"Look, I just want you guys out there doing what you do best. Trust me, I'll sleep better at night."
She looks at Isabeau, "This won't be counted against you Isabeau. It'll just say that you were in town helping the investigation and when the suspects escaped, you headed back on the road."
Isabeau smiles, pulling away from Dean a little bit and puts out her hand, "Thank you, Diana."
Diana smiles, shaking Isabeau's hand, "Your welcome, Isabeau. Gotta say, Sam's pretty lucky to have such a talented girlfriend."
Isabeau chuckles, "Actually…" She grabs a hold of Sam and Dean's hands, "I'm the lucky one. Got both my boys."
Diana raises her brows, looking between all of them, "Didn't expect that." She pauses, addressing Sam and Dean, "Listen, you need to watch your back. They're gonna be looking for both of you right now. Get out of here. I gotta radio this in."
Dean stops Diana from leaving, "Hey, uh, you wouldn't happen to know where my car is, by chance?"
"It's at the impound yard down on Robertson." Seeing Dean's calculating look, she points at him, "Don't... even think about it."
Sam shakes his head with a smile, "It's okay, it's all right, don't worry. We'll, uh, we'll just improvise. I mean, we're pretty good at that."
"Yeah. I've noticed." Diana smiles at them.
Isabeau lets go of Sam's and Dean's hands, shoving her own in her pockets, wanting to try walking on her own as they walk off down the road. "Nice lady." Sam says.
Dean nods, "Yeah, for a cop. Did she look familiar to you?"
"No, why?" Sam asks, reaching over to playfully shove Dean.
"I don't know. Anyway, are you hungry?" Dean asks.
"No." Sam immediately answers and Isabeau shrugs.
"For some reason I could really go for some pea soup." Dean says with a smile.
Isabeau sighs in content as she lays down on one of the motel beds, pressing a towel full of ice on her forehead. She lets out a small giggle as a little bit of steam radiates from her forehead.
She always found it amusing that whenever she was sick or had headaches, her entire body would burn up and when she touched ice or cold water, steam would just come off her, melting ice or heating up the cold water.
She remembers all the ice baths she had to take whenever she got the flu. She practically lived in the tub for a full week because she would set fire to anything she touched.
Over the years, she got better at controlling her fire whenever she got sick, but she always took the ice baths just in case.
Isabeau winces as she looks over to see Sam and Dean entering their motel room with a few bags in their hands. They were able to get the impala back with a simple flash of Isabeau's credentials.
Sam and Dean smile weakly at Isabeau, being careful not to make too much noise. The boys insisted on stopping a motel for a few hours once they were a good distance away from the police. Isabeau's headache never stopped and they made a quick run to get a bag of ice for her and also grabbed her ice cream.
Ice cream was another thing that helped Isabeau. It cooled her down from the inside as the bags of ice helped her on the outside.
"You boys are saints, I swear." Isabeau smiles at them. They set down the bags briefly, taking off their jackets and putting them off to the side.
Dean comes over with the bag of ice in one hand and with a bucket he got from the motel office. He sits down on the edge of the bed next to her, opening the bag and pouring the ice into the bucket, "If you need more, this is going to be right here." He speaks softly.
Sam places the multiple pints of ice cream in the mini freezer they had in the room, "I got a few of your favorites, plain vanilla, strawberry cheesecake, and…" Sam chuckles, "Black raspberry dark chocolate chunk." He places a few more into the freezer which were no doubt ice cream that were for him and Dean.
Sam wasn't one for a lot of sweets, but once in a blue moon never hurt anyone. He throws away the plastic bags and walks over to sit on Isabeau's other side, "How you doing?"
Isabeau shrugs, scooting backwards to lean up against the pillows, "Still warm, head kind of feels like lead. The ice feels like absolute heaven." Isabeau sighs, closing her eyes.
Dean rubs her thigh softly, "Need anything else from us, sweetheart? Ice cream? I can do the whole airplane thing?" Dean jokes.
Isabeau grins at his joke, not opening her eyes, "Ice cream can wait."
Sam and Dean share an amused look. Sam leans over placing a small kiss on her temple, "I'm gonna go and pay for the room for the rest of the night and tomorrow."
Sam gets up, grabbing his wallet and exits the motel room.
Once he leaves, Dean shifts, crawling into the bed next to Isabeau, sliding his arm under her neck to prop her head up slightly and takes a hold of the towel of ice, removing it from her forehead.
Isabeau opens her eyes, looking up at Dean, confused, "Dean, what are you doing?"
"Shh… remember when we were younger, you were 18, you got really sick that one weekend after we went out on a hunt together. We were a few days out away from home and I was freaking out because I didn't know what to do?" Dean recalls, placing the towel off to the side and unfolds it revealing the ice.
Isabeau chuckles, "Yeah, I kept on setting off random fires to whatever I touched. You kept on asking me what I needed and what you could do to help. There was pure panic in your eyes. Thought was hilarious when you saw me in my two piece swimsuit when I bathed in the ice bath."
Dean shrugs, grabbing a chunk of ice from the towel, "I was 21 and staring at my practically almost naked best friend, who I was harboring feelings for. But that's not the point."
"What is your point?" Isabeau asks with a soft smile.
Dean takes the chunk of ice and places it on her forehead, it already starts to melt slowly as he slides it across her skin, "It got so bad one night that I blasted the air condition in our motel room because you passed out from how much you were burning up. I had your limp body in my arms and I called your dad, panicking. He told me to keep you cool with ice and to not leave you alone for one second until you got better."
He glides the ice down Isabeau's face. Her breath hitches and she closes her eyes, relaxing. Ice always felt amazing on her skin, and Dean being gentle with her made it so much more enjoyable.
"I had to get buckets of ice and did what he said. You were hot to the touch and every time I would place an ice cube on you, it would melt within minutes." He slides the ice down to her neck gliding over the redness on her neck, "This is what I did for hours, Beau. Taking care of you and the entire time I couldn't stop my heart from beating so much."
Isabeau smiles, "I remember that night. I think I finally woke up around two in the morning? I felt so tired and weak. When I felt you holding me in your arms and doing whatever you could do to help me, my heart ached, but in a good way. You spent that entire weekend taking care of me, Dean."
Dean smiles softly, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips, moving the ice cube over her shoulders and underneath her jaw, "And I'd do it over and over again."
I'm honestly really happy with the way this turned out. Like damn. Claps to me because I am proud. Isabeau's powers continue to grow and they will grow slowly. It will take time for her to be able to us telekinesis without using her hands and then it will be awhile until she has full control over it. Also, some little fluff at the end of this for all of you. And... Isabeau owns an over 25,000 square foot mansion? Damn girl! Well, she's one of the owners. And who knows, maybe one day we will go to this mysterious mansion?
Feedback is my motivation.
Hope you all enjoyed!
(I'll also start putting reviews at the end of the episodes from you guys, though they aren't showing up right now for some odd reason on my end. But when they do, I will put them up. I saw that some people do this and I want you guys to know that I do see them and I do love all the reviews you guys give me.)