Disclaimer: I own nothing but like every other girl out there I do wish I did own it. I used to watch Jensen on Days of Our Lives and was extremely happy when I found out he was going to be on here. Also I missedthe first two episodes so if anything seemswrong please tell me in a polite way.Anyways, Ceri Ashton is mine, however and just about anything you don't recognize. Read and review.
She knew that she needed help or more would die. There was only so much a twenty-year-old could do in protecting those in the small town of Crystal Mountain, Montana. As she stole into the church she felt something watching her and goose bumps rose on her slender arms.
She hurried into the chapel and to the front pew. Kneeling she made the sign of the cross, "Lord, you know I don't ask for very much help from you. Normally I just thank-you for letting be alive this time, well now I ask for help. I need someone to help desperately more are dying, more than I can actually help."
He looked up and saw her. There on the ceiling screaming and then bursting into flames. He jerked himself awake, not wanting to remember anything. Sighing he looked over at his sleeping brother. Good, he thought, at least I didn't wake him up.
Pulling himself up from his bed he slowly made his way to the bathroom. These nightmares had to stop, Sam Winchester told himself. He wasn't sleeping and living off coffee to keep him awake. He turned the bathroom light on careful not to make any noises that might interrupt Dean's sleep. In all truths the only thing he didn't want was a lecture about how Jessica's death wasn't his fault.
He turned the cold water on and bent down splashing some of it on his face. The shock of it had him blinking rapidly several times. He pushed his hair out of his eyes and stared at his reflection and noticed the dark circles under his eyes. Again he told himself that the dreams had to stop but he knew that his subconscious wasn't listening.
Sam tried falling asleep not thinking about Jessica but his dreams always made their way around until he woke himself up. He walked back into the room and lay back down on his bed, a glance at the digital clock told him it was just a little past three in the morning. He turned to his side looking out the window that moonlight filtered through.
He wondered where they were heading next. It wasn't so much the driving but the hunt for supernatural things but the hunt for their father that kept both men up sometimes half the night. His eyes drifted closed and for once he slept for a few more hours with no nightmares.
The next time he opened them sunlight streamed in and he could hear Dean singing in the shower. Groaning he rolled over and looked at the clock that read eight.
The door to the bathroom opened and Dean stepped out fully dressed his hair still wet, "Look who's finally awake."
Sam flung his arm over his eyes and glared at his brother, "Yeah yeah. Where are we going next?"
Dean sighed. He worried about his brother and even though Sam told him not to. "I'm not sure watch the news see what all is happening. I'm going to go and pick up breakfast what do you want?"
"Coffee and whatever you get." Sam said searching for the remote.
Dean pursed his lips and quietly left the room.
Finally after fifteen minutes of searching for the remote Sam was watching TV. CBS News was on and there really didn't seem to be anything new on until the reporter said suddenly, "This just in. A body was found just outside Crystal Mountain, Montana. The police suspected homicide but they aren't sure how they will prove it. The victim's heart had been removed from his chest without an open exit wound."
Sam's ears perked. This was exactly what they needed to know but for once he didn't want to go anywhere. He was happy, at least for a little bit, where they were. He knew in his mind that they needed to find their father. He looked up at the door when he heard the key turn in it, smiling lightly when Dean walked in.
"What'd you get me?" He asked standing up and stretching. Whatever it was it smelled really good.
Grinning, Dean said, "You have to love McDonalds. What'd you find out on the TV?"
"Well in Montana there was a guy that was found with a missing heart. Only thing is there was no way for the heart to get out."
Dean looked out the window and then looked back at his younger brother. "Where in Montana?"
"Crystal Mountain. Its going to be a little difficult finding it but who knows." Sam said digging in the bag for his breakfast.
"Looks like we are going to Crystal Mountain, Montana." Dean said reaching into the bag, bring out his sandwich.
Three and a half days later the two brothers walked into a diner with the name Take-Offs. The bright pink and blue décor hurt their eyes and made them wonder if they had some how entered a time loop. Waitresses skated passed, bringing orders out and taking them in. One stopped and told them happily to have a seat anywhere and a waitress would be with them shortly.
The customers eyed the newcomers warily. They didn't trust anyone from the outside and these two certainly shouted troublemakers with the one wearing a leather jacket and the other looking like a shadow would knock him on his ass. If they didn't turn and run everyone knew they would have a really good laugh after they left.
Dean and Sam took the booth in the far back corner watching everyone's reaction to them. A laugh had Dean looking at one waitress, who stood with her back to them talking to a customer. His eyes followed her as she calmly walked from table to table. She was a sight to be sure. Long, dark auburn was upswept and clipped behind and no matter where she turned her back was to them. She wore a knit black top and blue jeans. An old lady moved to stand in an open doorway hollering at the young waitress. He watched her stomp over to an old lady standing in the doorway to an office.
Sitting sideways he appreciated the view she did present and said, "Must have come during lunch. Nice little town quiet. Perfect town to have people disappear from."
"You'd think they'd stick to bigger cities. Isn't she a little young for you?" Sam asked looking over the menu.
"Don't know yet but if she is she'll be perfect for you." He replied shooting his brother a grin.
The grin was wiped off his face when the girl turned around. Her stomach stuck out far and the look on her face was anything but friendly. He had a hard time processing the fact that the girl he was just eyeing was pregnant. That certainly put a damper on his future flirtations with her.
"Ceri, straighten up or you are out of a job!" The elderly lady called out before disappearing back inside the office.
He watched her in amusement as she stalked over to their table mumbling under her breath. He heard her mutter, "A pregnant woman working overtime."
Her face seemed to transform as she came to a stop at their table. It became softer and made it easier to see the wild sprinkle of freckles across her cheeks and nose, her eyes wide and innocent, a dark chocolate color, her nose a small, straight nose. Yet it was her mouth that often drew the most attention, a small rosebud mouth that looked absolutely perfected as it curved up into a smile. "Good afternoon my name is Ceri Ashton and I'll be your waitress. What may I get you?"
Sam had to smirk a bit at his brother's reaction to their waitress. Yes, his brother was a womanizer but never before had he looked at a pregnant woman. He waited a second before responding, "Coffee and hamburgers for both of us please."
"You want the specials?" Ceri asked her eyes glue to the front entrance as if waiting for something to come charging through it.
Dean cocked an eyebrow, "Specials?"
Her face flushed a bit. "Yes the specials. You get your hamburgers, fries, applesauce, coleslaw and dessert for $5.99."
"We'll take those. I'm Dean and this is my brother Sam." He offered his hand which she shook, smiling a dimple flashing at him. He could feel his heart do a teenage flip-flop.
Wanting to avoid his brother's flirtation Sam asked, "What can you tell us about Brady Potter?"
Her smile widened. "Besides the fact we are all better off with him dead? He'd been having an affair with a woman by the name of Annabelle Barbieri." She shoved Dean's feet off the other half of his seat and sat sighing in relief. "He knocked her around a lot and look down at all women. Last I heard he was having an affair with Barbieri's daughter as well."
Her dark gaze turned to Sam. "His death wasn't natural. Something tore his heart from his chest leaving the body for animals."
Dean shot Sam a look. "Have there been other attacks like that?"
They watched as her body visibly shuttered and tense. Her eyes looked out the window above their booth and there was a distant look in them.
"Ms. Ashton, would you please stay with me? Have there been any other attack's like Potter's?" Sam asked folding his hands on the table.
She jumped suddenly when Dean laid his hand on her shoulder bringing her out of her revere. "Yes and I don't know who or what."
"How do you figure it wasn't natural?" He asked watching her heavily-lidded eyes scan the diner.
"Because the heart was missing but there wasn't an exit wound."
"Ashton quit your gabbing and get back to work." The old lady screamed from the office doorway.
Nodding Ceri dug her pen out of her apron and grabbed Dean's hand. Scribbling something on his hand she said, "The hotel is packed to capacity. This is my address it's down this main road about twenty minutes outside of town. I have a couple of extra rooms. The two of you can stay with me."
"Won't your husband be a little bit put out?" Sam asked wondering to himself why they had walked into the diner.
Her smile was quick but gave a hint of that endearing dimple, making Dean's heart go flip-flop again. "No he won't because I don't have a husband or boyfriend. I'm off in an hour or two after you are done eating go on out. There is a spare key under the forth potted plant on the left. Go on in make yourself at home."
She stood a taking a minute to steady herself. Dean wanting her to stay a little longer asked, "Where did the murder take place?"
"Two blocks over on Saint Andrews. Your orders will be here shortly."
"Thanks." Dean said with a smile. Ceri smiled back and left but not before she heard him mutter, "Damn."
Sam watched his brother's reaction to the pregnant young lady, "Earth to Dean. What do you think killed Potter?"
He didn't answer his hazel eyes following her every move. She was a sight to be sure interacting with the customers and the way her lips curved when one said something that proved to be hilarious.
Annoyed Sam snapped his fingers in front of his brother's face. "Dean I need you to focus on the problem at hand and not on the pregnant waitress."
"But Sammy she's hot."
"My name is Sam and she is pregnant. Think if we get this thing then you can try and get a date with her. OK?"
Dean nodded but in his mind he saw her smiling. "I'm not sure what it is Sammy but we'll figure it out."
Ceri came back with their coffee. She smiled apologetically, "Sorry it took so long. Your burgers will be out shortly."
She left looking back once at the talking duo. At last a couple of people that might know what the hell was going.