Title: Do you believe
Rating: PG-13 (it could eventually changed)
Show: A crossover between One Tree Hill and Supernatural
Pairings Mainly Dean Winchester and Peyton Sawyer, on the sideway Lucas Scott/Brooke Davis, Nathan Scott/Haley James
Summary: Dean and Sam are following a trail their father, John, left for them to follow. This trail leads them to this little town in North Carolina called Tree Hill. There, there is a mystery for them to solve, bloody murders are happening and all of them have found no explanations. Dean and Sam are on the case. While solving the mystery, they meet Peyton, a girl that troubles Dean to no end. She affects him so much the he doesn't recognise himself when he's around her. Peyton feels attracted to him, but she isn't ready to get close to any other men, not after the heartbreak she suffered when Jake left. Will they be able to give their hearts away? Will Dean feel confident enough to tell her what he's all about? And most importantly, Will they believe?
When: somewhere after Supernatural's pilot and after One Tree Hill season 2, one month after it.
disclaimer: I don't own any of the character of both Supernatural and One Tree Hill
Note: A lot of errors might have slipped in, because english is not my first language, so my English is far from perfect. If anyone would like to correct me, fills up for the job, please tell me.
I'm so sorry guys I haven't updated in months, I know I had promised I would update sooner, but I just couldn't, lots of stuff happened and is still happening,and it's really hard for me to write as often as I would like, chap5 is in the works, but I have no idea when it'll be done. School is really too overwhelming right now, I'm just taking a few minutes to update this and then I'm back on doing homework. I hope you can forgive me and I hope you'll still read this even thought I don't update as much as I should or as much as you would like.
Thanks to those who actually still reads and leave me a review, it's really great to knowyou like this story. I know I'm getting behind a lot, but I'm just happy you bare with me, even with all the mistakes and grammar errors I make.
I'm not done with this story, far from it and I know it bothers some that OTH is really well advanced in its season 3 and the same with Supernatural in its season 1 and that my story is actually really behind the shows, but just don't think about what you know of those two shows in their current season, try to just see it the way its written. I know that the way I write the boys is not how they really are now in the show, but at the beginning when I started writing this, right after the pilot, it was how I was seeing things. I try as much as I can to make it match with the current shows, but I can't do that totally, since it would get me away from my original plan with this story.
Have a great reading of this chapter and please review.
Chapter 4 – A proposition, one can't say no
John watched the oldest of his two sons leave the Java café with the blonde girl. He was deceived to see his son act like this, to see that he was putting in priority his needs before what mattered the most, which was getting to the bottom of that thing and save lives in the end.
"Does he always do that?" asked John to Sam.
"Do what?"
"Flirt on the job. Sleep with girls while there's more important to do…" explained the father.
"No…Dean's much more responsible than that, dad. Give him some credit would you! Yeah, sometimes he's acting like an ass, but he knows what comes first and girls aren't it."
"...but he just left with that girl… Explain that to me"
"I don't know…we met her last night, dad. She lives in this town, he might have thought that she knew where that man is and she might have proposed him to show him where that was and he accepted."
"Why do you always take his defence?" truly wondered John.
"I've got to see how he acts in the past few weeks, months and I can assure you that his priority right now is to find that thing that killed mom and Jess and to save lives in the meantime. And if he gets the chance, well he likes to get some fun, like he calls it, with girls…but that's only when we're done with a job or that we're not doing anything important. Believe me dad; I know what I'm talking about." Said Sam, not really answering his father question's, but still giving him some clues.
"If you say so, but I'm still going to confront him about it, when we'll see each other later today." said John wanting to make sure his son knew what he was doing. He had seen all the glances Dean had thrown at this girl while they were in Karen's café and it was scaring him. It was scaring him because he could see a special light in his son's eyes, like he was falling for the girl, even if he had just met her, and it might not be a great thing, at least not right now.
Dean hadn't said a word, which was really unusual coming from him. He didn't want to be shut down by Peyton, but he knew he would soon have to say something. The street was coming to an end and she still hadn't told him where to turn.
Peyton was so anxious has to how that ride would go that she couldn't think of anything else. She was so deep in thoughts, wondering if she should do like Brooke had told her, loosen up and have some fun with Dean or get as far away from him as she could, just to protect herself from another broken heart because she couldn't predict how she would feel about him, nothing could tell her she wouldn't fall hard for him.
The car arrived to the corner at the end of the street and yet Peyton still hadn't told him where to turn.
"Peyton? Which way do I have to go for the hospital?"
"Huh? What?" she said coming out of her thoughts.
"Which way?" he repeated.
"I'm sorry…you have to go to your right."
"Thanks."
Dean executed himself and spoke up once again…
"You seemed deep in thoughts, so much that you didn't do your job…care to tell me what you were thinking about?"
"We're not friends or anything, why would I tell you what's on my mind!" snapped Peyton for no reasons. She immediately cursed at herself for being so rude…
"Fair enough… Excuse me for being so intrusive, I didn't mean to. I just wanted to keep you out of your mind so you would be alert enough to tell me where to go…" tried to explain Dean. Usually he wouldn't even have cared to explain, but he had to with her and he couldn't say why.
"ok." simply said Peyton.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure…"
"Ok…why are you so rude? It's not like I've done anything."
"I've been wondering the same thing." admitted Peyton. "Oh and turn to the left."
Dean did as he was told to. He wondered what she meant and he cracked up a joke about it. "Maybe you're so attracted to me, that you're afraid so you're trying to push me away by being as cold as an iceberg!"
Peyton shot him a shocked glance. She was shocked he had dare to say such a thing, but also shocked that he was so close to the truth.
"Before you snap at me for my last comment, I was just joking, ok." He said trying to ease the tension he had just built. "But seriously…I don't get why you're like this with me."
Peyton, get a grip, please! You're not yourself, forget that damn criminal thing you imagined in your twisted mind and just tell him."
"I'm just afraid that what I imagined is true" spit out Peyton too fast that she couldn't believe she had said this.
"Afraid of what's on your mind? I don't get it…"
"Totally normal…I'm not sure I do either and I might just have jumped to some conclusions, too fast." said Peyton. She couldn't believe she was admitting all of this to him and now that she had started she knew he would want to know everything and she really didn't want him to hear the rest. Anyone would have wondered: Why had she opened her big mouth to say those things? She couldn't answer this question herself.
"And those would be…" he said giving her a side glance.
"That you and your brother and your father were criminals…" Peyton cringed as she heard herself say the words.
"What! Us criminals!" said Dean so shocked he braked too fast.
"See…I knew my mind was wrong, but I acted on it anyway… I'm sorry."
"I just don't know how you got to that conclusion…" said Dean looking at Peyton, while he was rolling once again.
"See…when I got in the Java café and I saw you with your father and your brother and that I saw that your father was taking off a fake beard, I thought he didn't want anyone to recognise him, because he was involved in something criminal and so were you…and when you asked if we knew where Dan was, I thought you wanted to kill him….and now I just feel stupid." said Peyton as fast as she could, hoping Dean wouldn't understand anything and avoiding his glances.
Dean started to laugh so hard that he thought he was losing the control of his car.
"Wow…wait till I tell it to Sam, he won't believe it."
"Oh, no, no no! Please don't tell your brother. I feel just so humiliated right now, I don't want anybody else to know." begged Peyton.
"I can't promise anything." He said still laughing.
"Could you please stop laughing…I don't want us to get in an accident. I want to stay alive." Pleaded Peyton, not really believing he would listen to her.
"Are you sure you want to live and face this humiliation?" asked Dean.
"Nope, but …I can still redeem myself and everyone, although they might never know, will forget everything."
"Believe me, I won't!"
"Please stop. You had your fun on my expense…you can stop now."
"Why would I stop?"
"Because….because…I won't tell you where to turn at the next corner." said Peyton at a lack of words.
"…and it's supposed to scare me? I mean, I could get help from anybody… but I'll stop laughing at it, if you tell me why you followed me to the Java café…" said Dean with a mischievous smile.
"I did not follow you…"
"Yeah right and I'm Bambi!" said Dean, while batting his eyelashes faster than normal as he was looking at Peyton.
"No Bambi is cuter…but you tell me why you followed me to Karen's café."
"Sorry to deceive you sweetheart, but I didn't know you'd be there…I just wanted to be away from my bro."
"Yeah right and I'm Pamela Anderson." said Peyton mimicking Dean.
"No, Pamela is way sluttier than you are and she has big boobs." said Dean with a cocky smile. "So now tell me, why did you follow me?"
"I didn't, I swear…I wanted to be alone to draw and it was impossible at Karen's because of Lucas!"
"Yeah…but your friend, Brooke, said that you have a house all to yourself for that." Said Dean trying to get from her what he wanted to hear.
"Ok. So what if I did?" said Peyton daring him…but she couldn't believe she had just done that. She knew it would turn against her.
"What if you did?" repeated Dean. "Well, that would make me a very pleased man… of course stalker girls can be a little freaky, but that would mean that you and I have something in common."
"First, I'm not a stalker…two, something in common? And what would that be?"
"Mutual attraction!" simply stated Dean.
"…And how would you know that I'm attracted to you?"
"Come on.! You don't follow someone just to follow him…there is an inner reason and I doubt you want to kill me…or try to spy on me, so I'm going for the last option left, you're attracted to me! " explained Dean.
"So mutual attraction, huh?" asked Peyton, with a half smile, almost flirting with him.
"Oh like you didn't know that already! I mean, me hitting on you yesterday night, is a pretty good indicator."
"Right…" simply said Peyton.
"So where does that lead us?" asked Dean, fully expecting her to invite him at her house or something, but he knew it wasn't likely to happen.
"Whatever is on your mind…don't even think about it, it's a big no. Plus we don't know each other and it takes a lot more than me being attracted to someone to go down that path."
Dean pouted…than a smiled lightened his face:" So, you're saying, that you got to know the guy…"
"Pretty much so…" replied Peyton.
"So let's say…we get to know each other better…is there any chances at all?"
"Let me think…" said Peyton faking, just to see how he would react and he reacted exactly like she thought: His smile widened. "Hmm…No!"
"A guy can try." Said Dean to his own defence.
"I know…I'm just not one to sleep around."
"Meaning, that I do, right?"
"Not exactly, but I'm sure you had a lot of conquests along the road."
"It's a way to see it, but usually work comes first and that rule is enforced with my brother tagging along." said a deceived Dean.
"So why did you even try on me?" asked Peyton.
"I always try!"
"It means a lot to know that I'm just one of the few…"
"Don't take it that way…you're already a lot more special than all the others. The others didn't push me away."
"I'm honoured to be different."
"You should…it proves you're not just the dumb blonde bimbo."
"Thanks…but did you seriously think I was that type when you first saw me?"
"No…you didn't look one bit like those girls."
"Good to know, but by saying all those things are you still trying to get on my good side just so…well… you know." said Peyton.
"I could have said it for this reason, but no and somehow I think I'm already on your good side, just not the way I'd like to be."
"It's going to take a lot of work, boy, to get there… but if I recall correctly you have another job that needs all your attention, right now. "
"That means there's still hope…is there?" asked Dean, with this little light in his eyes, totally ignoring the last thing she had said.
Peyton content herself to send him a little sideway smile and said: "Next corner, turn right and then the hospital will be at your right. You can't miss it; it has this big billboard saying "Tree Hill County Hospital""
Dean didn't add anything to that and neither did Peyton…they simply drove to the hospital, where he parked his car. They got out of the old Chevy Impala and started to make their way towards the entry. As they were getting in, Peyton said: "Just follow me, it'll be easier."
"Ok." simply said Dean, before adding "So you still haven't answered me?"
"Oh, and I won't…I'll let your imagination go wild!" she said, entering the reception hall, making her way towards the elevator.
"You shouldn't…you have no idea how far my mind can go!" he said a dreamy smile gracing his features.
"I don't even want to know!" said Peyton, with a laugh when she saw his face. She got in the elevator and he followed her.
"Are you sure? I would rock your world!" he said in a pure Dean fashion.
"Thanks, but I'm sure."
"Fine, but you don't know what you're missing!" said Dean, trying to tease her, to raise her curiosity.
"I guess it's my loss" said Peyton, before making her way to an unknown field, a field Brooke had lead her to. "I was thinking…"
"Oh, I like how this starts…is it anything close to…" he said cutting off Peyton, just before she gave him the same treatment.
"No! Keep going and I'll think you're perv."
"I might just be…" said Dean, before realising what he had just said. "huh…never mind…I'm just an healthy man thinking about his needs."
"That is so reassuring…Hopefully, not everyman are like you…" said Peyton while getting out of the elevator.
"Oh, sweet heart, they are, they're just not honest about it."
"I think I rather act like I didn't hear it." said Peyton, turning her back to him before walking away.
Dean joined her in her heartbeat and said: "Suit yourself…now if I recall correctly, you were thinking…" said Dean emphasing on the last word.
"I was…ok, so I thought that maybe we should, I don't know hang out…" said Peyton, trying to test the ground and see if Brooke's idea was a great one. "…and get to know each other better and who knows where that could lead us…"
To say Dean was shock by the proposition wasn't enough to express how he felt in regard to it, but he slowly warm up to the idea. The "who knows where that could lead us" might have been the reason why.
"I kind of like how that sounds…but you do realise it could never turn out in this big thing…." said Dean, not wanting to say the word and wanting her to realise how that would be if they were going to hang out, like she wanted.
"You mean "Love"? I know, you're here for business, meaning you won't stay here all that long and well I had my share of it and I'm not ready to give my heart, so don't worry about it."
"Anyway, you wouldn't want to be involved like this with me…My family has this bad record with…Well…you know." said Dean, very uncomfortable talking about it.
"Don't worry… I really wasn't talking about that…I meant it as…" said Peyton not sure if he'd take it wrong if she said "fling".
" as…"
"well yeah…"
"I still don't know what you mean Peyton?"
"I have to admit that this conversation makes me really uncomfortable… I just don't want you to feel weird by what I will say."
"Don't worry, I'm a big boy, it takes a lot to weird me out, so just say it, it might just be what I'm looking for."
"ok…I was thinking about a fling…" said Peyton flinching as she said the word. She was worried how Dean would take it. She thought she was crazy for suggesting him to have a fling, when they knew each other for less than 24 hours. Plus, she had never heard someone who had asked to have a fling; usually it was just happening without premeditation. Like always she had to do everything differently than everyone.
"A Fling…like a Summer fling?" said Dean assuring himself he had heard correctly.
"I knew I should have kept my mouth shut… I just wanted to have fun, with someone…I don't know…with someone I appreciate…and you know…no strings attached…just fun, but you obviously…"
"I obviously what? Don't want to? I've never said it…So you want us to have a fling; no strings attached just getting to know each other, right?"
"Yeah…but it doesn't mean, it'll get to…"
"That's ok, I guess…I don't need to play dirty with every girl I meet… you know it'll be a first for me, so I might not handle it correctly…"
"I'm starting to think I should never listen to Brooke when she has those kinds of ideas…" thought Peyton out loud.
"Brooke talked you into it?"
"Why do you think she insisted so much for me to show you where Dan is? I feel so insecure right now…I feel like I might be making a mistake."
"I don't think you are…I have an idea, thought. If you're not that fond of the fling thing now, let's just start by getting to know each other and we'll see from there… I mean I'll be here for a few days, weeks maybe, we have little time, we don't need to make it big." said Dean. Part of him really liked the idea, but the other one was smacking him, he couldn't kept thinking: "You're stupid, you know what means getting to know each other better, you idiot? Well it means you'll have to tell her all about you, your life, your 'job' and you know you don't want her or anybody else to know that you're a freak going after freaky things."
"Ok… you know, I just think I was going too fast for me…" realised Peyton at same time she said it.
"Maybe…let's just start with the first part…"
"Ok…So I get to know something humiliating about you…'cause you learned one about me…" already getting in the game.
"aww…do I have to play my joker here?"
"There is no joker!"
"Well, let's make one…"
"Fine…but you use it now…you won't have one anymore…"
"I know."
"Then. I want to know what's your job?"
Dean felt cornered…he didn't want to invent some story, just so she wouldn't' think he's crazy, he wanted her to know the real him, but this was too much, too soon. "Can I play my joker here instead? "
"No Dean…"
Dean was trapt… How could he get himself out of it? He wondered.
"Peyton…my job is…well too complicated to explain in the short time we have now…I presume we're pretty close of Dan Scott room."
"That long and complicated, huh?"
"Yeah…"
"Ok, but when you're out, you'll tell me all about it."
"Fine." Said Dean half faking a smile.
"And you were right we were pretty close of his room, we're there now."
"Thanks…If you don't mind I'll get in alone… if he sees you, he won't take me seriously because he knows you." Lied Dean, he just didn't want her to ask questions about whatever he would say and it would buy him time to figure out what to tell her.
"Ok, I'll be in the waiting room at the end of the hall if you're looking for me." She said smiling at him, before leaving him alone.
He smiled back at her. Dean was so confused: he couldn't understand why he had agreed to that thing she had proposed, he didn't get why he was so honest, so open with her,. He could barely recognise himself at that moment. What was it with that girl? Why did she have that effect on him? He couldn't quite put the finger on it and it was bugging him to sense that he wasn't in full control of himself. With that last interrogation he turned towards Dan's room. He raised his hand to knock on the door, knocked and got in. The first vision he had when he stepped in the room, was a man sitting by himself in one of those uncomfortable hospital bed. The man had hard features, and the little burns covering his face weren't softening his face any less. At the simple sight of the man, Dean felt pity for him: He didn't know his history neither did he knew what kind of man Dan Scott was, but he could easily guess that it was a man that always had his way in life, a man who knew what he wanted and would do anything to get it. Dean felt intimidated, it wasn't something he was used to feel, he didn't even know where that sentiment was coming from. What he knew was that he didn't like being in this position. Dean felt the man's eyes on him and he realised that he hadn't move since he was in the room. If Dean was feeling uncomfortable before, it was nothing compare to now that Dan's eyes were on him. He had to do something, speak, just to get at ease and feel that he was at least a little bit in control.
"Mr. Daniel Scott?" asked Dean.
"Yeah. Who's asking?"
"I'm Dean…"
"Boy, I don't care what your name is…if you're from the police, I already answered all of your questions. I'm not going to submit myself to yet another one of your interrogations." snapped Dan.
"I'm not working for the police, sir."
"Then whoever you are leave, your presence in this room is not required."
"Sir, if I'm here it's for an important matter, I just need to ask you a few questions, then I'm gone and I'll never bother you again."
"Who's sending you?"
"I'm an historian working for the town…."
"An historian!" scuffed Dan. "Aren't you a little young?"
"No, I'm 26…I'm just fresh out of university, with a degree in history."
"How can I possibly be linked to all of that?"
"See, the town is trying to know a little bit more about some of the oldest houses here…"
"Why? And where am I'm fitting in all of this?" asked Dan, already getting impatient.
"There are a few houses that have mystic past…urban legends are going around them and they want to depart what's true and what's not and with all the info their going to make some tourist circuit. The houses they're interested in are old houses, that have been built in the 1800s… there's one house, around which there's been a lot of commotion since it has been built and that's where you enter the game. See, that house, has been in your family for generations, you are one of the last who has own it and I think you could be able to give me some information." said Dean, trying to be as convincing as he could, he had invent that story right on the spot.
"You could have gone to the library and check the registers" said Dan.
"I already have someone on it, but sometimes, papers don't speak that much, meaning they're lacking of information. All those registers can give us is a track record of all the owners. So do you want to answer those questions?"
"Yeah, the faster I accept the faster you'll leave, right?"
"Exactly." simply replied Dean.
"So…get on with this, boy."
"As you wish, sir! Do you know the history of this house? By that I mean, starting when the first one of your ancestor bought or build it to when you owned the house… You have to tell me every significant event you know."
"It might not be a reliable source; it's coming from one of my grandfather. One of my ancestor, Thibertus Scott started to build the house in 1865, the construction ended the same year. He was one of the most powerful men in Tree Hill. The Scott men always have been very influent and they were leaders. While building the house, some of the workers died at work. They were mostly unexplained death, but everyone brushed it off: Thibertus wanted his house, he would have it. Once the house was built, he moved in with his wife who was 5 months pregnant. The next four months before she delivered strange things happened, voices could be heard, screams to, but they all thought it was coming form the near tribute of natives, that had been expelled from the land and that was now behind the woods behind the house. Thibertus wife delivered and a few weeks after, the newborn was found dead, covered with blood. After that, they had other kids that lived at their birth. Each year one of them was dying and when it wasn't a kid it was a visitor, a neighbour one day the wife died in a bloody death like all of the others before her. Thibertus was now alone with one son left, who was 20. The next year Thibertus died, leaving to his son the house. The same thing kept happening to all of his descendants until my grandfather decided that he had enough of the deaths in that house. He thought it was haunted or that there was something bad in it. He left with his wife and the only child he had left, my father who was nineteen. Two years later, my grandfather gave the house to my father, but he never wanted to live in it….he knew what had happened in it and didn't want to face it again…and when I reached my own 21, I inherited the house and I decided to sold it a few years back. I had no need for that house, I already had two. I sold the house and I never tried to know what happened after it."
"The last owner lost both his wife and his kid and he abandoned the house convinced it was possessed." Said Dean filling the blank for Dan.
"Really? Well…There's nothing I can do about it. Anymore questions?"
"Why did you never lived in it? Were you afraid of what had happened in it?"
"I never really believed in it. If I had decided to move in the house, I would have had to redo everything and I didn't want to, so I just kept it."
"You said, a tribute of natives had been expelled from the land… was it the land were the house was built?"
"Yeah. Like I said, what Thibertus wanted he could have, and it was that part of Tree Hill he wanted and he used his power to get it. He convinced the town sheriff and mayor that it would be better if the natives were pushed off the limits of Tree Hill and if the lands were used for the good citizens, meaning him and the other powerful men."
Dean drifted off in his thoughts: considering everything Dan had just told him, Dean tried to think of some theories that would explain the strange deaths in that house. He tried to remember each and every details of each story he knew that could be link, at least just a little, to everything that had been told to him.
"Is that all you wanted to know?" asked Dan, wanting this young man to leave the room as fast as he came in.
Dean shook himself out of his reflections. : "I can't come up with anything else to ask you right now, I guess I'm done."
"Then, I suppose you can leave this room." Suggested Dan, without too much subtlety, letting Dean know he wanted him out soon.
"I guess so…" simply replied Dean. He reached for a card in his jeans pockets. Once he was holding it, he approached Dan and stopped when he got to the edge of the bed. He extended his arm towards the older man and waited for him to take the card. "If you think there is something else I should know, just call the number on this card."
Dan took the little piece of paper in his hand and fixed his eyes to it, as if he wanted to see through it.
"I'll leave, now. Thank you for your time. You've been a great help." said Dean, just before he turned on his feet to leave the room.
"Wait!" called Dan.
Dean stopped and turned once again on his feet to face Dan.
"Yeah?"
"Your card doesn't specify that you are an historian? It only says Dean Winchester and your cell phone number. Something tells me that your entire story was just crap."
Dean contained the shock from showing on his face. How could he get away from this?
"You got me there…I had to invent that story, so you would answer my questions…" started Dean, uncertain of what he was saying. "The truth is, I'm fan of all strange things. I go around the country and chase all the strange stories. I heard about that house, where a lot of murders happened over the last century and I had to know everything. I made searches and it led me to you and I though you might knew some things on it…Call me freak, but I love everything that is unexplained and this is one." Said Dean, holding his breath hoping Dan would buy it.
Dan fixed his eyes on Dean's, like he was trying to read it, like he knew he was lying once again.
"So, you're one of those who believe in ghosts and supernatural forces?" asked Dan, with a doubtful look.
"I am…I chase paranormal stories." simply answered Dean.
"You kids, of your generation, are really weird!" said Dan still doubting Dean's sayings. "Now leave."
"Yes sir!" said Dean, faking a smile.
He left the room in a hurry, letting out a sight of relief. He knew that even if Dan had let him go without furthermore questions, the man hadn't believe a single word that came out of his mouth, which meant the man, would be problems.
Back in the room, Dan was left alone sitting on his bed, holding that little white card. He new there was something more to that Dean guy and he would figure it out as soon as he would get out of this little white room, which was sickening him, even more everyday.
To be continued…