Well, I just finished my math homework, so I decided to head over to the computer and update my Supernatural story. Actually, I didn't quite finish my math, but it's only Saturday, so who cares? Not me! A little off topic there, but I'm sure that you don't mind my incessant rambling in my AN's. After all, you did put up with 8 chapters of it! Remember my goal: 50 reviews. At least. We're at 42, come on people! Time is a wastin'! Enjoy - HEATHER XOX
P.S.: This chappy may be kinda short. That is cause I'm running out of ideas, and I'm trying to space them out. PFM! (Means: Please forgive me)
Disclaimer: Maybe if I close my eyes and wish really really hard, Supernatural will magically become mine. Nope. Can't blame a girl for tryin though.
Chapter Nine: Sunrise
"Well hello there boys. I must say I didn't expect you two to break out of the basement quite that quickly. You are more capable than I thought." Even in the eerie flourescent glow of the moon that filtered into the barn through the small windows, Sam and Dean could make out the vicious smile on Melanie's face. She looked truly deranged.
"You know what's funny? You called us boys, but you're probably younger than us." Dean snickered, as he did what he always did when he was in an extremely awkward situation. He made a totally lame, so far from funny that it was not even in the realm of funny joke. Sam elbowed his brother hard in the side, and Dean quickly turned his laugh into a cough.
Melanie sneered. "Silence!" She barked, picking up a shiny sharp pitchfork from where it lay discarded on the floor of the stall. "You will not say a word until I say you can say a word, is that clear?" She waved the weapon under Sam and Dean's noses, which made her look even more psychotic than she had previously.
"Well, you said the word 'say' a lot, but yeah. It's clear." Sam said, tightening his grip on the pickaxe in case he and his older brother had to make a violent getaway. (Or in the immortal words of Anakin Skywalker: "Agressive negotiations").
Melanie pushed the prongs of the pitchfork forwards so that they were resting lightly, but still with force, against Sam's ribcage. "I would not expect you two to be joking right now, considering this is not a laughing matter. Do you not realize that you are about to be killed? And if not by the spirit of William Friedmont, by me? How can you bear to laugh when your life is about to be mercilessly snatched from you? A life that you will never ever regain?" The waitresse's cloudy blue eyes shone with unreleased anger.
"Overdramatic much?" Sam muttered, eyeing the pitchfork prongs warily.
"How can you jest?" She cried again, pushing the pitchfork harder into Sam's stomach.
"I'm kinda a live-in-the-moment type of guy." Dean shrugged. "And secondly, did you just use the word 'jest'?"
Sam snickered, just to spite the evil waitress.
Melanie's eyes shone brighter, until they had almost an otherworldy glow to them, and her nostrils flared with anger as she spoke. "You two brothers meddle a little too much, and you now know secrets about my family that nobody else knows. I would very much like to kill you right now, right here on the spot." She spoke the words with such furious conviction, that even Dean was a little bit frightened. He didn't show it though, of course. "I won't though." The woman continued, tossing her hair back in a way similar to an agitated horse. "I'll let my long dead ancestor deal with you. It will be much more painful that way."
"Come on, and miss out on all the fun?" Dean asked, and Sam looked at his brother as though he was losing it as well. The truth was, that if it was Melanie, a human being who was at least five inches shorter than Dean trying to kill them, he and Sam could probably take her. Spirits were much more difficult to defeat than people.
"Oh don't worry yourself Dean. I'll have my fun. I'm a girl who likes to have fun." Melanie wetted her lips and moved over to Dean, making sure to keep the points of the pitchfork firmly planted on the younger Winchester's abdomen. She let her free hand glide down Dean's chest, and she moved her body right up against his. "I know for a fact that you like to have fun as well." She whispered flirtily into his ear. "It's quite a pity that you and your brother are so meddlesome. I could have had quite a blast with both of you. Yes, quite a shame that you are both so handsome as well..."
Sam noticed that Dean's eyes were starting to get the glazed over look that they usually got when he was being complimented by a hot girl. And he couldn't believe it.
"Dean!" He hissed, giving his brother a look.
The look that Dean shot back told Sam all he needed to know. Dean had a plan.
"Well, Melanie." Dean replied, just as seductively. "There's still time left. Why don't we have our fun now?" Melanie moved a step closer to him and Dean gave Sam a quick nod.
"I knew you wanted me." Melanie licked her ruby lips again.
Dean gave the waitress his most charming grin, (think the kind that as soon as you see it, you fall instantly in love with that person), but he was almost gagging trying to hide his repulsion. This blonde who had knocked him out, threatened to kill him, and had a sharpened pitchfork pressed into his baby brother's chest actually thought that he wanted her? She may had been a gorgeous, once in a lifetime beauty, but Dean was not totally superficial. He had never wanted anyone less.
He nodded at Sam again, and in a stunningly fast move, Sam spun out of the way of the pitchfork, grabbed it, and used it to corner Melanie against the wall.
Melanie screamed off a string of cuss words in utter outrage. Dean took advantage of Melanie's current weakness and searched her down. He got two guns from her waistband and was just moving up so search her pockets, when all of a sudden, she whipped out a hunting knife as quick as lightning, and plunged the dagger into Sam's arm. She pushed the blade in all the way up to it's hilt, and Sam cried put in agony. It took Dean a second to recover from the surprise of this attack, but when he did, he sure did recover.
In a set of moves that rivaled those of Superman or Batman, and swung out his arm and knocked Melanie down. He grabbed the pitchfork and hit her over the head with it's metal prongs, knocking her out. He then kicked her just to make sure. He would usually never hurt a girl, but when someone hurt his Sammy, then things got ugly.
"Sam!" Dean swiveled around to the spot where his little brother had slumped against the wall. The hilt of the knife was still visible in his arm, and the sleeve of Sam's shirt was stained crimson with more blood blossoming like roses from the bicep. "Shit Sammy..." With a tremendous tug, Dean yanked the knife from his brother's arm. Sam whimpered. Usually, Dean would have told him to suck it up and stop acting like a baby, but since his little brother had a concussion and had just been stabbed, he figured he could let that one go. Dean ripped off one of his shirt sleeves and wrapped it tightly around Sam's wound, using it as a makeshift bandage. Sam's blood immediatly dyed the sleeve red. Dean was terrified. Usually he could handle large amounts of blood, but when they were coming from his little brother? Lets just say thathe was ready to puke.
"Dean..." Sam pointed upwards, his words slurring and his vision dizzy from the pain.
"Not now, Sam. I'm going to get you to a hospital." Dean stood up from his crouched postion and moved to pick up his brother off the ground.
"No time. Look." Sam pointed up again, and Dean saw that it was dangerously close to sunrise.
"I don't care, Sam. I'm getting you to a hospital!"
"I care." Sam wheezed. "Dig. Burn and salt the bones, or I will." The younger struggled to stand and gripped the pickaxe as though he was going to dig for the bones.
"Oh no you don't." Dean eased him back down. "I'll find the bones, Sammy."
"It's Sam. Not Sammy"
Another happy chapter! I just love my endings. Please R&R, I like any type of review. Flames, praise, you name it, I eat it with whipped cream on top. I'm kidding. That statement made no sense to me either.
Sayonara! (That does mean goodbye, right?)