A/N: Happy 2006! I understand some couldn't get into Chapter 13…I guess you guys checked AS SOON as I updated so even though for the record it SAYS Chapter 13 has been updated, it's still not quite updated just yet….yeah, I'm confusing myself. I hope you enjoy the New Year! Celebrate and try not to party too hard.
I hope I can get the story done before the newest episode of Supernatural comes on…is it called "Faith"….? The one where Dean gets sick…? Well, yeah, I want to have this Second Part of the Meant To Be series done before that episode airs.
Enjoy!
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Chapter Thirteen – Party Time
Wednesday and Thursday had been a day of preparing and retrieving the special necessities for what would have to take place on Friday night. Sam bought more holy water and loaded their guns with silver bullets. He wrote down the exorcism chant on three separate sheets of paper just in case; Sam would have one in his pocket, Dean too, and Amy would carry the third.
Dean and Amy had gone out to get the séance objects – they went to an odd type magic store and Amy paid for several different types of crystals and rocks. That day Amy also purchased clothing for the three of them to wear that night. Dean and Sam were not allowed to see what they were wearing until Friday night.
Amy became familiar with the routine of a Calling and Dean and Sam planned on how to carry weapons and exorcism materials into the party. Amy even bought two garters in case she had to keep something underneath her outfit.
O.O.O.O.O.
December 23rd, 2005
6 P.M….
Sam stared into the mirror as he adjusted his jacket. He wore new blue jeans that looked more dressy than casual. Amy had purchased for him a white dress shirt that he would wear underneath a business-type black jacket. Sam was allowed to wear white sneakers as long as they were cleaned. Sam's white shirt was buttoned down slightly above his chest. Although Sam did wear usual clothing that would be casual, Amy had retrieved special attire that gave him a semi-formal look.
He made the shirt look more ruffled and pulled the white collar out of the jacket. Straightening out the collar, Sam turned from the bathroom mirror to see Dean come in with him.
Dean wore new, nice-looking gray jeans, clean white sneakers, and a similar white dress shirt and black jacket that Sam wore. Dean's black jacket had a high collar and on the black jacket were very dull, faded lines of white. He wore casual clothing, but fit the semi-formal rule.
"Amy did pretty good," Sam smiled at their image in the room. "Not too dressy, we can get into the party, and we're definitely dressed as if we're going after a demon tonight."
Smiling at his reflection, Dean gave a cocky smile and said, "I do look good."
Sam rolled his eyes as he finished fixing his collar.
"She ready yet?" Sam asked.
Dean shrugged and said, "Amy closed the door. She said she was having trouble strapping the gun to one of her garters."
"The bag's all packed," Sam asked.
"Yep," Dean answered. "In case we need more than we're taking inside with us, we'll leave the duffel bag by a bush or something."
"I got the holy water and gun in my pockets," Sam noted.
"Good, we're all ready for a good time," Dean mocked.
They heard the conjoining doors open and Dean and Sam came out of the bathroom.
Dean stopped short and his cocky grin into a soft smile. Sam smiled slowly at the sight of her as well.
She wore a long black skirt that reached her ankles. Amy wore a formal-type white tank top that had two sets of straps – one set above her shoulders and the other set hanging down her upper arms. Her hair was pulled up slightly by two elegant black chopsticks; her hair being up revealed her beautiful face. She was slightly taller due to her black heels.
"You look…" Dean said slowly.
"Wow…" Sam whispered. "Amy…"
"Thank you," Amy blushed. "And look at the two of you…remember, when the girls start flirting, remember why we're there…"
Dean grinned at her and smiled, "You really do look great."
"Thanks," Amy whispered. She carried her black trench coat in her arms and shrugged her barely-covered shoulders. "We ready?"
"We have everything, the bag is already in the car," Dean explained.
"What about you, got everything?" Sam asked, still smiling at how wonderful she looked.
Nodding, Amy said, "Yep. I have a garter on each leg…one has a gun and the other has my cell phone – just in case – and ah, ta da! The chop sticks in my hair can come in handy for stabbing…"
"And sushi," Dean added.
"Of course," Amy laughed.
Sam offered help to put Amy's jacket on and she accepted it kindly. Sam smiled down at his old friend and Amy whispered, "You look really good, kiddo."
"Thanks," Sam replied. He gestured for Amy to go first out the open door that Dean stood by.
Amy smiled as she walked past Dean and gave him a quick wink. "Looking good, Dean."
Dean cocked his head and grinned. "You're making me blush."
O.O.O.O.O.
The old-fashioned wooden sign for Summer Stream Park was now an elegant white banner hung over the parking lot area. Dean tried to park as close as he could. Many cars were already parked there and people already seemed to be heading to the party.
"I thought this thing started at seven?" Sam asked.
Amy shrugged and said, "Well, we can spare time and mingle. It's about fifteen 'till."
Dean slowly got out of the car and checked the inside of his pockets to make sure he had everything. He turned to the backseat and opened the door for Amy.
Sam got out and straightened his jacket smoothly.
She removed her jacket and Amy stared ahead.
The vast land of green grass was now occupied by a very large tent. It reminded Amy of the types of tents circuses were held. It was a large white tent that was big enough for the entire town to fit underneath. There were small bonfires surrounding the large tent in safe areas and the fires were closely watched after by two-to-three people. The tent apparently had an opening at the top of the tent and smoke began to rise from the top – a fire must be inside.
Jazz music was heard playing from inside. The three noticed other people, semi-formally dressed, heading toward the large tent.
Sam came around the car to Dean and Amy, carrying the duffel bag by his side.
"Where do we put this?" Sam asked.
Amy squinted her eyes and stared at the telephone pole a few feet from the tent. There was a large bush beside the pole.
"There…" Amy pointed. "Hide it there…"
Sam nodded and Dean took the objective of taking the bag there.
O.O.O.O.O.
Dean returned from hiding the bag and rejoined Sam and Amy in the parking lot.
"So, party time?" Sam asked, leaning against the car coolly.
Dean nodded as he straightened out the collar of his jacket. "Let's do this. Remember…see the wolf…shoot…"
"Amy-" Sam reminded.
"Don't worry, I know to try and get people out as safely as possible…"
Sam held his arm out to Amy and she took it with a grin. The three slowly made their way to the large tent.
O.O.O.O.O.
The inside was beautiful. An actual floor had been put in. People were dancing and there was a jazz band on a platform at the end of the tent. The members of the band all wore white. Everyone seemed to be wearing black, white or red. Christmas decorates were hung all over the place. Just like Amy thought, there was a bonfire in the center and the smoke rose to the very top and out of the tent.
"When do you think it'll come?" Amy asked, standing in between the guys.
Dean stuck his hands into his pockets and sighed. "Dunno…keep an eye out…when the wolf comes – especially with all the security – it'll come fast…"
"Alright, time to separate," Sam announced, "keep an eye out for each other."
Amy nodded and watched as Sam left to go near the center of the tent. She looked at Dean and gave him a quick smile.
She slowly walked away and Dean called, "Amy…"
Turning around, Amy wore the same brave face she always did. Dean smiled at her and called, "Be careful."
She nodded and continued on her way to the left of the tent.
I get the right side…Dean thought. C'mon wolf-demony thing…I'm ready for you…
A waitress walked by with a tray of champagne. Dean swiftly took a glass from the passing waitress and took a slow sip.
O.O.O.O.O.
7:24 P.M….
Amy stood around the table where people gathered plates of food and drinks and went to their tables. It was hard to see pass the masses of people dancing, talking, and many were gathered around the circular white tables set up around the inner walls of the tent.
She felt someone approach her and noticed a good-looking man walk toward her. He was probably in his late twenties. His hair was bright blonde and he had soft green eyes. He wore a plain black suit and tie. Already he put on a charming smile as he approached the young woman.
"Hi…" the man greeted.
She gave him a half-smile and nodded.
"I'm Paris," he introduced himself. He held his hand out and Amy accepted it slowly.
"Amy."
He smiled confidently and said, "Well, Amy, a lovely woman such as yourself shouldn't be standing here alone."
"I'm not alone," she explained smoothly.
Paris raised his eyebrows and said, "Not surprised." He laughed. "Care to dance?"
Amy let out a silent chuckle. She took a step forward to the man and said, "I know exactly what you want for Christmas…and trust me when I say…Santa won't deliver."
She gave him a cold glance and Paris stared at her oddly. His questionable lips curved into a Grinch-like smile.
"I'm just asking for a dance-"
"Darling, there you are…"
Amy turned and found Dean walking quickly toward them. He gave a wide grin to the man called Paris. Dean's arm reached around Amy and his hand rested on her waist. He gave her a fresh glass of champagne.
"Here's your drink," Dean offered. He turned to Paris, "Ah, and who are you?"
"Ah, so you really did come with someone," Paris grinned. He bowed his head and said, "Enjoy the party."
He left quickly, rejoining a group of three or four men.
Amy stared after them and let out a small laugh. She took a sip of the champagne and went "Mmm."
Dean took the drink from her slowly and took a sip of his own.
"Thanks," Amy said sincerely and wryly.
"So enjoying yourself?"
Amy stared around and shrugged. Dean kept his arm around her and his hand placed firmly on her waist. He took another sip of the champagne and offered Amy more. She took a sip too.
"I haven't seen Sam," Amy noted.
Dean looked around and replied, "Same."
"What a way to spend the holidays," Amy grinned. "We could actually have a good time at a party like this…but the only thing that pops into my mind – besides champagne – is a demonic wolf who will eventually lead to a death of an innocent couple…"
"Ain't life grand."
"Hmm, it's okay, besides, we can always party later."
"Maybe I should stash some champagne now."
"I forgot to bring Jack."
Dean laughed. "You still drink?"
Amy let out a small breath and said, "Not really. I stopped taking the medication for my night terrors…nowadays I just take Melatonin vitamins to help my sleeping patterns and from time to time I take Simply Sleep…Jack only comes in handy when I've had a rough night…just two shots, I swear."
He took his final sip of the champagne and offered the last to Amy. She took in the final drops and placed the empty glass on a nearby table.
"It's near seven-thirty…" Amy whined. "If this wolf doesn't get here sooner…Sam's going to have to be the one driving us home."
"Yeah, I know."
"C'mon, let's go look for him," Amy said aloud. She took Dean's hand from her waist and led him to the center of the room.
Dean held onto her hand as his head looked around for the younger Winchester. His eyes mostly gazed at people around him slow dancing. Amy continued to gaze above the crowds but she was still too short to see above some heads.
"Wait, I see him," Dean noted.
Amy turned and saw where Dean was looking at.
Sam was standing near the entrance of the tent…six beautiful young women were surrounding him.
"Gooood boy, Sammy…" Dean muttered underneath his breath.
"Well, it's good to know he's okay…" Amy sighed.
The slow song changed to a new one. It was more familiar to the crowd and everyone continued to dance.
Dean stared back at Amy and she gave him a slow smile.
"Dance with me," Amy asked playfully, like a shy little girl.
His head leaned back as he let out a small laugh and Amy, her hand holding his, slowly pulled him toward her.
"Fine…" Dean crooned.
She laughed at him as she placed Dean's hand on her waist and her hand went to his shoulder. Their holding hands cupped one another as they slowly danced.
"You know what I remembered?" Amy asked as the two moved closer together. Even with her heels, she was still shorter than Dean.
"What…"
She thought for a moment and said, "Prom night. Remember that?"
He chuckled and rolled his eyes. "It was horrible."
"I know," Amy giggled. "I went with Terrance Rushmore…and you were with umm, gosh, Tracey-"
"Stacey," Dean corrected, "Stacey Whitmore…damn…that girl looked good."
"She had a GPA of a 1.7…" Amy muttered. "And she led that stupid protest about the cheerleaders needing shorter skirts…"
"She was hot," Dean defended. "And what about Terrance? He-"
"Made straight A's…" Amy grinned.
"Yeah…he was part of the science club and part of the yearbook…didn't he wear a pocket protector?"
"ANYWAY," Amy changed the subject, "that night was horrible…Stacey cried because you didn't plan on sticking around after graduation…she cried the last three hours of prom in the bathroom…and then you quickly moved on to Cassie Perry…and Stacey cried even more…"
"Yeah…" Dean remembered and grinned. "And Terrance got upset when you and I tried to dance just once the last hour of prom and he flipped out."
Amy rolled her eyes and remembered, "Yeah I know…and then I believe you threatened him and he left prom early…without me…"
"That was a disaster," Dean nodded.
"Well, at least you had Cassie. I had to stick around with my friends whose dates were still there with them…"
Dean gave Amy a small smile. "Well now we can make up for it…"
"We do," Amy agreed. "I finally get my dance…"
They continued to slowly dance. Their bodies seemed to grow closer and closer. Finally Amy was close enough to where she rested her head beside Dean's shoulder. Dean rested his chin by her head and slowly led her in a circle. Amy held him close with her hand gently holding onto his arm.
As Dean turned Amy, she could see Sam still talking with those girls. He laughed and the women were obviously being flirtatious with him. She smiled at the sight and continued to focus on the dance.
Amy felt happy. Feeling and hearing Dean's steady heartbeat, for some odd reason, made Amy feel normal. She was dancing. She wasn't seeing or talking to the dead. For this one moment she wasn't lying to Dean or Sam. She was in her friend's arms and she was enjoying the evening…
Dean was trying to act normal. It was hard for him. He was dancing. Actually dancing. And it wasn't like he expected to get the girl's number or pull one of his Dean Winchester moves…he was dancing with his best friend…for this dance…he didn't feel like a freak anymore…
People began to scream…
Her head shot up from Dean's shoulder and the two of them stared into the distance; Amy took a deep breath and muttered, "I think we got our signal."
Dean held onto Amy's hand and turned his head back. Sam was already running toward them.
He quickly took his gun from his inside coat pocket and Dean held the gun up in the air and shot straight up.
"EVERYONE GET OUT OF HERE!" Dean yelled over the screaming crowd.
"Amy," Sam whispered desperately, putting his hands on her shoulders, "make sure they get out safely."
"Sam-" Amy protested.
"GO now," Sam ordered.
Amy followed the moving crowd and she stared back worriedly at her friends. Dean gave her a hopeful glance before he and Sam ran the opposite direction the others were running.
She continued to stare after them, not caring people were pushing and running by her.
Sam…Dean…
Hands went around her waist and Amy turned to see Paris.
"C'mon, we gotta get out of here!" Paris tried to lead her to the entrance.
Amy backed away from his grip and she pushed the man away. She took off running in the opposite direction. Paris merely waved his hand at her and took off running.
O.O.O.O.O.
Sam and Dean came side by side finally to an open area. Several people stood in a circle holding out the white chairs in front of them.
The wolf was in the center…
Dean and Sam shoved pass them and found the wolf growling at a couple who were both on the floor. Sam noted that the man had not been attacked – no scratches and no blood. He kept his arms spread out in front of his wife who was crying behind him.
Sam pulled out his gun and yelled, "Back away!"
The men with the chairs were surprised by the gun and allowed Dean and Sam passage.
The wolf quickly turned his head and growled at the sight of Sam.
"Shoot, Sam!" Dean yelled.
But it had already been done before Dean shouted the command.
Sam had pulled the trigger but the wolf had already dashed off to the side and the bullet grazed its tail.
"Dean – Sam!" Amy shouted. Dean turned wildly around to see her skipping across the floor. (Her heels made it difficult for her to run.) She came behind Dean and his eyes widened at the sight of her.
"Amy, get out of here!" Dean shouted.
The wolf suddenly took off through the tear in the tent.
"C'mon!" Sam called.
Dean quickly followed with Amy beside him. The three ducked through the tearing in the tent.
Outside, people were running in masses to get to their vehicles and areas of safety.
"Where'd it go?" Sam searched.
Dean looked around quickly and Amy turned toward the woods.
Silver eyes were glaring at her…
"There!" Amy shouted.
Dean and Sam immediately sprinted toward the wood area following the wolf.
Amy paused and quickly reached underneath her skirt for the gun. She ripped it off her garter and ran across the cold grass into the woods.
O.O.O.O.O.
Dean and Sam entered the woods and they had to use the moonlight to see where they were going.
"Dammit, where'd it go?" Dean barked, staring around.
Sam kept his gun safely in his hand; Dean did the same.
There was a growl.
Dean and Sam both turned to the side to see the wolf standing halfway behind a tree. Its head was pointed in their direction. Silver eyes and white fangs were focused hungrily on the guys.
BANG! There was a loud gun shot in the distance and the wolf was heard whining. Dean and Sam hadn't pulled the trigger.
Amy came behind them, carrying the gun shakily in her hand.
"I got it…" she whispered slowly.
"Atta-girl," Dean congratulated. "Let's go find that thing and exorcise it."
Dean and Sam went to the tree where the wolf had been standing. Amy came up from behind them and the three looked down worriedly at the empty space – the place where the wolf should have been.
"Where is it!" Amy exclaimed.
The three turned at the growl again. Amy was now closer to the wolf as it stared her down.
"Dean…" Amy whispered.
The guys turned around and saw the wolf, hiding behind a tree again.
"Don't meddle girl…" the wolf growled. "I just want him…"
"You're not taking Sam!" Amy spat.
The wolf suddenly charged at Amy.
It quickly pounced on her and Amy felt herself falling hard to the ground atop of Sam. The two rolled across the grass and Dean was left to shoot the animal.
The wolf quickly dodged behind a tree and was lost in the shadows.
"You okay?" Dean called to the ground; Sam was slowly helping Amy sit up from the dirt.
"DEAN!" Amy cried.
He turned and Dean suddenly felt a large weight against his chest. The wolf had jumped on top of him and the two fell onto the ground.
Sam was searching desperately for his gun…
Amy rolled to her side to see the wolf quickly snap at Dean's hand. He yelled in pain and Dean hurriedly kicked at the wolf in the stomach. The creature whined helplessly and moved off of Dean.
Sam was on his feet – gun pointed at the wolf.
Aim for the heart…Sam thought. He pulled the trigger and a POP! erupted from weapon.
Amy winced at the sight of the bullet entering the wolf's chest. Blood spat out of its chest and the wolf fell limp onto the ground.
The creature didn't whine nor did it try to move. It was dead.
Amy quickly got up from the gun and went to Dean. She helped him sit up and reached for his hand carefully. Two of the wolf's fangs had pierced Dean's hand – a puncture wound by his wrist and the other in his palm.
"You okay?" Amy choked out, trying not to teary-up. Her hand held his bloody one tight in her grip.
He made a grunting sound as he tried to sit up more. "I'm okay…are you?"
She nodded slowly and stood up first to help Dean. He got up too – he seemed fine – except for his hand.
Sam stared at the wolf while he was bent down on one knee.
"Hurry…people will come looking in the woods soon…after the mass hysteria is done with," Amy suggested.
Sam nodded and pulled out the piece of paper from his jacket. It was one of the many exorcism chants found in his father's journal.
"So, do we wanna go with Greek, Latin, Spanish…" Sam asked playfully staring down at his sheet of paper.
"Just do it…" Dean whined.
Sam stared down at his paper and his other hand reached in for the holy water. He pulled out a small clear flash and opened the top with his mouth. He slowly poured the holy water onto the animal. Smoke seemed to rise from its wounds.
"Amar natash bow basar…et separatur a plasmate tuo, Ut num quam laedatur amorsu antiqui serpentes…amar natash bow basar…amar natash bow basar…amar natash bow basar…!"
Amy looked down at the wolf and found that the smoke began to rise more quickly from the body.
Sam took a deep breath and leaned over to the wolf. It had died with his eyes opened. The eyes were no longer silver, but ice blue.
He stared up with a small smile and sighed. "It's done…" Sam coughed.
"That's it?" Amy blurted out.
Dean nodded and said, "Yep. That's about it…"
"Well…this has been a fun night…" Amy sighed. "So wait…it's really over? It's all over? Just like that?"
"What were you expecting?" Dean laughed.
"I don't know…I thought an actual demon would come out screaming or something…or pretty lights…I dunno…"
Sam smiled and stood up slowly.
"Amy, get Dean to the car," Sam asked, "patch up his hand…I'll bag the wolf's body and we'll take it over to the manor…"
"Bag it?" Dean asked.
Sam reached behind his jacket and pulled out a thin, folded, white garbage bag from his pocket. He smiled and Dean grinned.
"Smart boy, Sammy," Dean chuckled.
O.O.O.O.O.
The police had arrived and were searching for the ones who had fired gunshots at the party. Another team was sent to search for the wolf. Luckily, no one had been attacked.
Except for Dean.
He sat sourly in the passenger seat while Amy tied a handkerchief around his hand. She sat in the middle seat and once she was done tending to Dean, her eyes found Sam at the back of the car loading the large and heavy garbage bag in the trunk.
"The wolf's body has to be taken to the manor?" Amy asked.
"Yyyeah…" Dean sighed. "It'll work better for the Calling. But we can wait to do that tomorrow…tonight's been an interesting evening…"
"Not as action-packed as I thought, but still, fun," Amy grinned.
Sam came around and quickly got into the driver's seat.
"Let's get home, shall we?" Sam sighed as he started the ignition.
O.O.O.O.O.
It's all over…Amy thought happily as she swiped her card key and the three entered the hotel room. Sam and Amy's clothes were dirtied up a bit while Dean only got blood on the edge of his sleeve.
"I still think you should go to the doctor…" Amy suggested as she looked at Dean holding his wounded hand.
"Nah," Dean sighed, "it'll heal."
"It's weird…" Sam thought.
"What is kiddo?" Amy asked as she quickly tossed her heels off.
"The wolf said 'I just want him'…I thought it meant me too…" Sam thought. "But it went after Dean…"
"Well…the demon's gone…" Amy shrugged her shoulders.
"And I'm not involved…so no one to attack…" Dean thought. "Everything's okay."
Sam nodded and sighed. "You're right…I dunno…I just have a weird feeling."
"Well I feel like everything is done with…" Amy smiled happily. "And now we can all get a good night's rest."
Dean agreed and smiled. "Here-here. I'm going to go change and then I'm going to bed. We'll go to the manor tomorrow and do the Calling…"
Amy yawned and sat down at the edge of her bed. She groaned and whined, "I am definitely taking a shower now…then bed…"
Sam removed his black jacket and placed it over his shoulders. "Well…good night, Amy."
"G'night you guys…" Amy smiled.
Dean bowed his head slightly at her and whispered, "Good night…"
"Thanks for the dance, Dean," Amy replied.
Dean and Sam smiled at her and left to go to their own room.
O.O.O.O.O.
The conjoining doors were closed for the night.
Sam wore his dark blue boxes and slept in bed shirtless. His shaggy hair covered his closed eyes.
Dean was ready for bed in his black boxes and navy blue T-shirt. He got up from his own bed and slowly made his way to the bathroom.
O.O.O.O.O.
After finishing brushing his teeth, Dean cleaned his mouth with water and spat out the remains in the sink. He splashed water on his face and turned the faucet off. Cleaning off his face with a white towel, Dean stared into his reflection.
He blinked his eyes several times. Dean reached up and used his finger to rub each one. He blinked several more times.
Must've got water in my eyes…man I'm tired…Dean yawned. He rubbed his eyes one final time before turning off the bathroom light and going back to his bed. He got inside slowly and quickly rested his head on his pillow. He eyes felt irritated and Dean blinked several times more.
I just need some sleep…Dean thought, and his eyes slowly closed as he tried to relax in bed.
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A/N: The conclusion is coming up! I think the story will end within two chapters or just one! A Blue & White Christmas shall be completed by Monday; January 2, 2006! Hope you have all enjoyed!