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Author: Twin Kittin (Fanfic) or Tikigirl (adult fan)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything out of supernatural or anything else you might recognize. If I did, Sam and Dean would not wear very many shirts. wink
Summary: Sam and Dean run into one of their little 'jobs'. The problem is there is no information in their father's book. Only a phone number and a female name. Sam/OC/Dean.
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"So, how do you feel about bloody sticks, animal attacks, and mutilation?" Dean looked away from the newspaper and over at Sam, who was lying on the motel room bed, with his odd-playful smile. Sam looked up from his laptop and gave Dean his usual wary look.
"That depends on what you mean…" Sam stood and looked over his brother's shoulder curiously. "What did you find?"
"Well, I'm thinkin' witchcraft." Dean looked back to the article while Sam picked up their father's book and began looking for an entry about witches. Dean smirked. "Thing is, Dad's book only tells the signs of witches, but no solutions. No suggestions, no tips… nothing but a phone number."
Sam raised his eyebrows at the oddness of that. It wasn't like Dad. "Have you ever called the number?" Dean shook his head as Sam finally found the page. He dragged his finger down the side, reading quickly. "Why?"
Dean waited. Sam finally found the number which was followed by a name. A girl's name. "Oh…" Dean nodded. "That's why, Sammy boy."
Sam looked at Dean in concern, sitting down in the other chair as he stared at the name 'Sasha'. "You don't think that Dad was seeing someone do you?" It was obvious in Sam's voice that he wanted his brother to reassure him. To reaffirm the thought that their father wouldn't do that. "I mean, he was still in love with mom last time I talked to him… He would tell us if he was seeing someone wouldn't he? And he wouldn't put a personal number in this book…" Sam wasn't sure if he wanted to know if his father was with another woman. It was a sick and unwanted thought for him.
Dean shook his head, but his expression was unsure. "I don't want to think it, but I keep wondering. Maybe he is with her now."
Sam shook his head. "No. He wouldn't do that. Not to us… He wouldn't make us worry like this." Then before Dean could stop him, Sam pulled out his cell phone and began to dial the number.
Dean lunged forward, "Sam, no. Put the phone down!" But too late. Sam had spun away and had his back to Dean as the phone on the other end rang. "Damn it Sam!"
Sam shushed him, motioning with his hand as he heard the click that indicated that the phone had been picked up. He was shocked at the soft female voice that answered.
"Jon? I have been waiting for you to call me back for almost a week. I know you are busy with your monster hunting thing but I need some serious help." By now Dean's curiosity had gotten the better of him and he was crowded close to Sam, their heads close together listening to the person on the other end. "Malory is giving me trouble again, and your 'baby' is going out in the shed if you don't tell me what to do with him." Unfortunately Sam and Dean missed the sarcasm around the word baby.
They were so shocked that when the girl on the other end stopped talking they didn't even realize it. Until she spoke again. i Jon?... Hello/i
"Ugh.. Hi, sorry. Is this Sasha?" Sam shrugged and shook his head when Dean hit him on the shoulder motioning with his hands to hang up. "Oh my god, what happened? Is he okay?" There was a pause before he voice came back with a suspicious tone. "Who are you"
Dean was motioning franticly to Sam now, but he only turned away. "Well, see… Jon is my Dad. Your number was in his book, and we are having some trouble so I decided to call you. I thought you could help." Dean was gripping his head as if in agony, and mouthing things to Sam, who ignored him. "Oh… Oh, okay. Don't scare me like that, jeez. So you must be Dean. And, yeah, this is Sasha." Her voice was resigned now almost as if she knew a call would be coming from them.
"Actually, I'm Sam. But Dean is here too." Dean flopped back on one of the motel beds and covered his face in his hands. "Both of you? That's odd. Jon said that if anything happened, Dean would be the one calling me… But I guess that's not important." There was a pause before the voice added, "You said you had a problem?"
"Yeah. We are working on something that seems like witchcraft." Sam walked over to the newspaper that Dean had left on the table. Scanning it quickly he read it off to her. "Bloody twigs, strange markings, animal attacks… Mutilations. Can you help us out?"
Wow that sounds like… Hey where are you? Sam paused, looking at Dean before answering. As soon as he started to tell her, Dean sat up and glared at him. "We are in Sunny Morning Motel off the highway near Sacanga."
"That's great. Do you have paper and a pencil? I'm going to give you directions to my place, you aren't far." Sam scrambled for a moment and quickly sat down at the table. "Okay I'm ready."
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An hour later, Sam and Dean pulled up in front of a Victorian style house (1). It was minty green color with darker trim, and it had a wrap around porch on the bottom floor. One corner was built in a round turret and it looked like a family home. Dean sighed. "Sam are you sure this is the right place?"
"Positive Dean. The numbers are the same and the description she gave me fits this house. And we followed the directions… Why do you ask?" Sam folded the piece of paper and tucked it in his pocket as he climbed out of the car. Dean followed reluctantly, standing by the driver door while Sam came around the front of the car.
"This place looks like a family should live here… You know the works: A dog, 2.5 kids, stay at home mom, dad at work. There's even a white picket fence for god's sake."
Sam just shook his head with a smile. "Common Dean, you know you want to meet this woman. Maybe she can help us find Dad after we do this witch thing."
Dean grumbled the whole way up the walk, but he followed Sam and didn't stop him from ringing the doorbell. There was a slight scuffling inside, and the door swung open. Both Sam and Dean blinked in surprise. This girl was not what they had been expecting.
She was petite, no taller than 5'4", and she was their age. Her hair was a soft red, and it reached her shoulders. She was slender, but not sickly thin, with abundant curves in her chest and a soft swell of hips. Her jeans covered her feet, with only a bit of her toes peaking out, and had colorful patches and needle work up and down the fabric. Her top was simple, a fitted t-shirt that was a soft chocolate colored fabric. It was a casual outfit but both Sam and Dean had to shift to relieve pressure in their groin.
Sam spoke first after clearing his throat and glancing at Dean, who was still giving the girl a once over. The girl seemed amused by it and not offended, so Sam sighed in relief. "Sorry to bother you.. I think we have the wrong house. We'll just go." Sam grabbed Dean's arm and started to turn just as she spoke.
"You two look like your father." In person her voice was slightly different, it had a husky tone that was hidden by cell phone noise, and it was deeper. Not deep like a man's voice, but deep like she had just woken up. Sam looked at her in shock.
"You… You're Sasha?" To Sam's embarrassment, his voice squeaked slightly on her name.
"You must be Sam." She turned to Dean then, with a smirk that lifted one side of her mouth higher than the other. "Which makes you Dean." She shook her head with an odd wistful look. "Just like Jon described the two of you."
She stepped back, opening the door wider. "You might as well come in. You look a little confused."
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Hope you liked the first chapter and it wasn't too cliché…
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(1) This is a picture of the house in the description. http/i7(Dot)photobucket(Dot)com/albums/y256/RPGerpictures/Victorian1-2(dot)gif
(2) This is a picture of Sasha. http/i7(dot)photobucket(Dot)com/albums/y256/RPGerpictures/Sexy20girls/Untitled-3new(dot)jpg