Chapter 2: Gandhi Could Hate You
Disclaimer: okay you caught me. im really eric kripke. no fooling you geniuses.
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thanks to everyone who read and to those who reviewed:
sleepinbeauty: my first review! im so excited! and a good one too. hehe. anways, thanks for the compliments about the characters. i intend to keep ashley a little bit mysterious for awhile (to keep you reading, haha, im smart). and dean and sam are such great characters, (especially dean!) i just hope i do them justice. thanks again.
cyberchick2007: thanks muchness! update below:)
ophelia weasley: thanks a bunch! and don't worry about talking about dean. his incredible hotness should be recognized! ashley's probably gonna be a bit unexplained for awhile, some short flashbacks, and later a full explanation. but then again i could think up something even more genius later! thanks again. and dean is mine…but ill share if youre nice. ;0
mel11: thanks for reviewing! ah dean my favorite boy. period. lol.
lil info: im placing this story after the bloody mary epi, after that its all me. oh and italics are memory flashbacks.
okay okay…god stop complaining, here's the story…
She was pretty. He'd give her that. Okay, she was gorgeous. But he'd seen gorgeous before. He'd get over it. Besides, he was too busy pretending to be annoyed with her presence. Which he was. Maybe.
"So you live in Bart's Crossing?" Sam asked the girl now occupying his brother's backseat. He was glad they had given her a ride. Sometimes talking to Dean was like talking to his hand and expecting it to answer back.
"For now," Ashley answered. "I move around a lot."
She was glad she had taken this ride. She was tired, not that it mattered. She was always tired, whether it be physically or mentally. Running can do that to a girl. And Sam was a nice guy, despite the fact that his brother was still ignoring her.
"Where are ya'll headed?" she asked in a slight Southern accent that both boys picked up on. "There's not much around for another hundred miles."
"Well," Sam began, looking for the right words. "We're kinda just on a road trip. You know, go where the road takes us kind of thing."
Sam took a quick look at his brother. He could be so damn stubborn sometimes. Sam could never figure him out. He would flirt with anything in a skirt but he'd picked this one to ignore. Whatever. Considering how their life had been going lately, he doubted they would have time for anything but hunting in the near future.
Somehow Ashley sensed there was more to their stories but she didn't push. They were near strangers and she didn't really have time. She had her own problems.
"So what-" Sam began but stopped abruptly when a loud popping noise came from the engine. All three occupants of the car listened as the car wheezed and finally died, rolling to a stop on the side of the road.
"No! No, no, no!" Dean repeated his words for earlier in the evening as he jumped out of his car and ran around to the front.
"This could be bad," Sam grimaced, before climbing out the car to join his brother who was anxiously staring at the engine. Noticing he was walking with a limp, Ashley started wondering again if there was more to their story than Sam had shared.
After a minute she climbed out and watched as the boys argued over what was wrong with the car.
"It might be the battery," Sam suggested, looking over at his brother.
Dean quickly dismissed this suggestion with a wave of his hand. "I just put a new one in."
"Something could be wrong with it."
"I think I know my own car, okay?" Dean retorted, growing more annoyed with each passing second. "It's gotta be the starter."
Dean reached inside the front of the car to mess with the engine and Ashley didn't even think to question his actions as she assumed he knew what he doing.
She was wrong.
"Damn!" he swore loudly, jerking his hand back.
Taking pity Ashley continued around to the front of the car and stood between the guys, scrutinizing the engine. She reached her hand in and moved aside a pipe to discover the problem.
"You have a cracked radiator," she informed Dean. "There's a mechanic in town."
"Awesome!" Dean exclaimed sarcastically, turning and throwing his hands up in an irritated motion.
"I was walking anyway," Ashley offered, turning her attention back to Sam. "I'll send someone back."
"No, you shouldn't go alone," Sam disagreed. "Dean'll go with you."
Dean, who had been muttering to himself for the past minute, quickly turned on the other two. "Excuse me?"
"Well, I can't walk that far with my leg," Sam reasoned. "And Ashley shouldn't walk alone."
"It's really okay," Ashley assured.
"See, Sammy, she's fine."
Sam ignored the name and just stared at his brother. After a minute Dean threw his hands in the air and began walking down the road.
"He'll get over it," Sam informed Ashley.
"It's gonna be a few hours," Ashley said, unsure of whether she should leave him or not.
"I'll be fine," Dean promised, giving a smile.
Ashley gave a small smile in return and turned to catch up with Dean.
As Sam watched the two go, his smile faded. He had seen it again. There was something in Ashley's eyes. It was gone in a flash, but it was there. There was something knowing in her eyes, something sad.
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They had been walking in silence for the past few minutes and it was starting to get to him. Correction. She was starting to get to him. The quiet had given him time to think about his actions that night and though he would never admit it, he had been an ass.
She walked a few steps behind him, not saying anything. It didn't really matter if he liked her or not. Over her life she had learned to not get too attached, or to let others in. It never turned out well.
"What are you? Crazy?"
Ashley flinched like she had been hit. "No, I'm-"
"You're lying!" the woman in front of her screamed. "Why would you make up a story like that!"
"Please, just let me explain."
"No!" her foster mother shrank back. "I come home and find my dog…my dog dead! With you covered in its blood!"
Ashley backed into the wall, losing control again.
"I take you into my home and you turn out to be some psycho!" the woman yelled, picking up the phone. "I'm calling the police!"
The young girl in front of her just sank to the floor, sobbing into her blood-stained hands.
Ashley was pulled from her flashback by the sound of Dean's voice. "Ashley?"
She looked up, trying to put her mask back on. She had worn it for so long it was almost effortless. "Oh, sorry."
"Hey, you okay?" he asked gruffly, only glancing over his shoulder at her.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she answered, readying herself for more silence.
Dean walked a few more steps before finally giving it up. Sighing, he slowed down, letting Ashley catch up with him. "I'm not gonna say I'm sorry."
Ashley looked at him curiously. "For what?"
"For not being my brother."
Ashley smiled, getting his meaning. "I don't know you. You don't have to be nice."
Dean raised an eyebrow, surprised at her acceptance of his behavior.
"Believe me, I've met guys much worse than you."
He looked forward again, wondering what this girl's story was. There was something about her he kept picking up on, something that told him she wasn't like other girls he had met. Probably in more ways than one.
Not to be outdone, Dean smirked. "Like you said, you don't know me."
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…okay sorry to anyone who put me on alert and thought i wrote another chapter. ive had that happen to me b4 and it sucks when you only find a lame-o author's note. but this is important. just to clear some things up:
this story is placed basically right after the bloody mary epi. also, the whole thing with sam's leg being hurt was really only an excuse to get dean and ashley alone. but i do have an explanation to make you feel better. when all the glass shattered on the mirrors a piece cut sam's leg (aww poor sammy) and it hurts him to walk too far. there feel better? me too.
also, i changed a small part of Gandhi Could Hate You. i didn't like the whole "most gorgeous girl" thing so i altered it a little bit and feel SO MUCH BETTER. i know im a pain but it would make me feel even more better if you went back and read it. bats eyelashes and smiles pleadingly its only in the first two paragraphs. k? thanx.
and I promise ill try my hardest to get another chapter out by like monday. ill be a good girl and write, write, write.