Chapter 2: A Chance of Rain
Disclaimer: i am way too obsessed with this show. seriously, it cant be healthy. but that doesn't change the fact that I don't own it. got it?
sorry it took so long. im a horrid, horrid person. i kno.
anyway, how great was the going home epi? super great! I plan to use it in future chaps.
and back to the sexiness that is dean…
"We're staying."
Sam turned from the car's window to stare at his brother in disbelief.
"What?"
"Did I stutter?" Dean asked, giving Sam a look.
Sam rolled his eyes. "I thought we were going to Springfield."
"Plans change, little bro," Dean answered, scanning the road in front of him for a hotel.
"Well, can I ask why they changed?"
Dean pulled the car into a parking lot and eyed the motel in front of them. The Paradise Inn. Just great. The peeling paint and blinking neon sign gave Dean the impression of parasite, not paradise. But it would do for now.
"Hello?" Sam tried again, still waiting for his answer.
Dean didn't reply, only climbed out the car.
Sam jumped out behind him, catching up. "It's her, isn't it?"
"You're gonna have to be a little bit more specific," Dean said, trying to avoid the truth. Trying to avoid the girl.
They had just dropped her off at her apartment, after she helped them get Dean's car fixed. She had translated the mechanic's Spanish and gotten on Dean's nerves some more. But it wasn't that that had him shaken.
It was the look he had seen in her eyes when she hadn't realized he was looking. A look that, although he couldn't place it, sent him reeling.
"You know perfectly well who I'm talking about," Sam exclaimed, frustrated.
Dean turned around, cutting his brother off. "Look, I just think we should stick around awhile, that's all. And I'd appreciate it if you backed the hell off."
With that, Dean turned and walked into the tiny office of the Paradise. Sam stood where he had stopped, watching his brother through the dingy windows.
It was rare when his brother dropped his usually joking manner in favor of truly pissed off. But when he did, it wasn't a good sign. It more often than not meant something big was about to happen. And probably not a good something.
Dean emerged from the office and walked down the sidewalk, waving a key at Sam. Sam took his cue and followed his brother to the door bearing the number twelve.
Sam let out an audible sigh as the door swung open. "Well, it's not as bad as Jericho."
Dean walked into the room and collapsed on one of the beds.
"Home sweet home."
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"Sorry! Sorry!"
Ashley rushed in the back door of the diner, tying an apron around her waist. She rushed past the cook, who also happened to be the owner, pulling an apologetic face.
"I know, Tony!" she pleaded. "I got in late last night. I'm sorry."
She stopped in front of him to pull her hair into a messy bun and took a breath. "I promise it won't happen again."
"Girl," Tony began. "You lucky I like you. Or you'd be gone."
"I know."
"You saw what happened to that Chuck kid!" he threatened, waving a spatula in the air.
Ashley dodged a flying piece of egg expertly and stood up straight again. "I promise. Cross my heart."
Tony sighed heavily, wiping a hand over his eyes and gesturing towards the door with his hand. "Get in there."
Ashley rushed through the door to the dining room, knowing not to push her luck. She came out behind the diner's counter and grabbed her pen and pad, shoving them in her apron pocket.
"Hot date last night?"
Ashley laughed and looked up to find her co-worker Mara smiling at her.
"Please, the only guy that's asked me since I've been here is Max at the general store," Ashley answered turning to face Mara.
"So?" Mara asked, raising her eyebrows. "He's sexy."
Ashley's jaw dropped. "He's eighty!"
Mara shrugged. "If it's good enough for Anna Nicole-"
"Don't finish that sentence!" Ashley pleaded, scrunching her face in disgust.
"Fine," Mara conceded. "But what kept you so late last night?"
Ashley opened her mouth to answer but the ring of the bell above the diner door caught her attention. As she glanced over, her jaw almost dropped again.
Sam and Dean were standing in the doorway.
"They did," Ashley finished.
Mara looked over, a devilish smile crossing her face. "Oh, dirty."
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"Nothing, nothing, nothing."
Dean looked up at his brother, trying not to let the sarcastic remarks posed on his tongue fly. He knew Sam was getting impatient. They had spent the last week in a town that showed no sign of the supernatural. At all.
"Oh, look," Sam resumed, in an optimistic voice. He held up his section of the newspaper.
Dean raised an eyebrow, waiting.
Sam dropped his voice again. "Nothing."
Dean just took a sip of his coffee and went back to his paper. He honestly wasn't sure why they were still here. He just knew they needed to be.
"More coffee?"
Dean looked up to find Ashley standing at their booth, smiling.
"Sure," Dean answered, holding up his cup.
"So what are you boys up to today?" Ashley asked, filling both cups.
"Nothing," Sam replied, looking pointedly at Dean.
Dean just turned back to Ashley and smiled. "Same as always. You know, wild parties. That kinda thing."
"Right," Ashley laughed, turning to leave. "Call me if you need anything else."
Dean nodded and then watched her go. They had spent the last six breakfasts, lunches, and dinners here. Ashley serving them most times.
He had told her they were tired of driving and needed a break from the road. Hell, it was better than the truth.
"You know why you like her right?"
Dean looked around at the sound of Sam's voice. "Excuse me?"
"It's the same reason she gets on your nerves. Not that anybody doesn't get on your nerves."
"Gotta point there, Sammy boy?" Dean asked brusquely.
"My point is," Sam picked up. "is that the reason you hate her, and like her, is because she calls you on your bullshit."
Dean opened his mouth to retort but Sam cut him off again.
"Nobody's ever done that before."
Dean closed his mouth angrily, at a loss for words. Sam just shrugged, picking his paper back up.
Dean glanced over at Ashley as she served a young boy at the counter. She was good-looking. And she was smart.
Dean huffed and went back to his paper.
If only she didn't get on his nerves so damn much.
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"Ye of little faith," Dean said in an assured voice. "I deliver as promised."
Sam looked down at the newspaper Dean had laid out on the table. 'Man shoots himself in the head three times' blared the headline.
Sam sighed. Dean smiled.
"Time to go hunting."
yeah, and now we get to the real story. the beginning is always hard so i hope ill do better now. don't expect anything in the next week though. my friend is coming to visit so ill be busy.
reading is good, reviews are great.
i heart me some dean!