Chapter 7 So get those stakes up higher
Part One
Kate sat fuming on her hospital bed in her gown, trying not to show her bare bottom. What kind of crap luck was she cursed with? The motel receptionist had been diagnosed with a mutated form of SARs.
Now everyone who had been in contact with the silly bitch, was being kept under an eight hour quarantine. Under the order of the Centre for Disease Control and Prevention, as they did nasty tests on everyone involving big needles and nasal swabs.
Kate could tell the two federal agents in the same observation ward as her were spewing too. Flashing all the ID in the world was not budging the CDCP representatives, that had descended on the occupants of the roadside motel at 7am that morning.
Part Two
The sound of an axe chopping wood led Dean to Faith. He noticed she was tackling a particularly tough piece of wood.
Faith put her axe down, allowing him to kiss her good morning. She bent back under his kiss, losing herself in it. The axe slipped from her fingers so she could run her gloved hands on his back.
"Mmm, that was too much fun. You're getting me hot and bothered." Faith reluctantly released him. "It's a crying shame you're out of action at the moment."
"Let me do that sweetheart." He told her, picking up the axe. "Don't ruin that French Manicure you got yesterday. Breakfast is ready."
Faith frowned concerned. It was not normally hard hiding the fact she had the strength of three men. "I'm almost done here."
Dean took the axe from her hand. "Still let me huh?" he kissed her on her cheek.
Dean swung the axe and hit what seemed to be solid iron, disguised as wood. How the hell had she been able to make any progress in this thing?
"We've got enough wood." Faith dissuaded him from trying further. "Let's just carry it in okay?"
"Yeah," Dean agreed puzzled. He wondered anew if she took steroids. It would explain a lot. The strength, the mood swings, her paranoia. She had seemed pretty normal so far though.
Part Three
After breakfast dishes had been done, everyone gathered outside for target shooting.
This idea was Millers brain child. Dean felt sure Miller had rigged it as a little test of Dean's supposed big game hunter abilities.
Dean was feeling confident. His ex-marine father had been more like a drill sergeant sometimes than a Dad, and had made his sons target practise again and again. There had been an unexpected pay off in high school for Dean. It had been easy to win teddy bears for girls at shooting galleries in county fairs.
Sam went first and preformed respectably, then the girls. They were deadly accurate, completely outstripping Sam. Vi was the best.
Andrew was reasonable as well to Dean's surprise. Riley and Miller were good as he had expected they would be.
They didn't come close to the girls accuracy though. Vi was still the winner and Faith and Rona were way ahead of the men.
Dean took his turn and managed to come close to Riley and Miller for accuracy but not quite as good.
"You're good for a civilian," Miller acknowledged to him. "What I'd expect a hunter to be."
"That's just what I am pal." Dean stated, looking as honest as he knew how.
"Yeah sure you are bud." Miller said, and Dean knew Miller was onto him somehow.
"I hafta go into town." Dean told Faith after everyone had finished congratulating Vi. "I have some business there."
"Okay," Faith said. "I need to pick up some groceries. Can I come to? Or weren't you coming back?" she looked uncertain. "Don't mind Miller, I don't know what's up his ass."
Dean kissed her quickly. It was so good holding her. "It might take a while, but yeah come with me. I was definitely coming back if you still wanted me to."
Part Four
Dean went back to his motel room where Faith was waiting for him with her groceries.
"Sort out your fishing thing?" Faith asked him.
"Yeah," Dean told her. He was tracking down a wendigo at the moment. Just biding his time till his father joined him so they could tackle it together. Wendigos' were a two man job.
Dean hadn't heard from his father in a couple of days, he was beginning to worry.
Dean walked over to where Faith was lounging on the bed, watching TV and sat beside her.
"In a hurry to go back?" Dean checked, pulling her back on the bed. He kissed her throat and let his hands roam over her body. God her body felt so good it was unfair of the cosmos that he couldn't be inside her.
"No." Faith replied slowly, letting him undo the fly on her jeans. "But what about…?"
"I don't need to take my clothes off. Why should you suffer for my misfortune?" Dean pointed out unselfishly, working his hand into her panties and massaging her with his fingers.
"That's true Dean," Faith considered the fairness of it, "Why should I suffer? Keep doing that."
"Feels good?' he nuzzled her neck.
"Mmm," Faith encouraged him. "Kinda like being back at high school, not that I was there much."
"I thought you were a nerd." Dean whispered to her, putting his other hand up her sweater. "What with college and everything."
"Oh yeah," Faith remembered, she had told him she went to college. "Well ya know Catholic schoolgirls."
Dean kissed her and kneaded her breast. "Not as well as I'd woulda liked obviously."
Faith kissed him back passionately. Damn she liked this guy. Why the hell couldn't they both live in the same place, at the same time?
Their tongues swirled as Dean's fingers moved gently on her clit. Faith felt herself grow light-headed with the combined effect.
So light headed she almost thought she was hallucinating, the sound of their door being unlocked. It must be room service she thought groggily. They should have put a do not disturb sign on the door.
Dean broke their kiss off, turning to look in horror as his father walked in the room carrying his bags.
"Bad time?" his father inquired sarcastically.
Faith and Dean pulled apart instantly. Dean sat protectively in front of her to shield her from his father's disapproving gaze, as she straightened her clothes.
"Hey Dad, could you give us five minutes?" Dean asked trying to control his anger. His father had no right to look at Faith like she was some cheap tramp. Why the hell couldn't the guy call before he arrived?
John shrugged coldly. "I'll be at the bar down the road."
"Terrific." Dean muttered to himself. "Sorry baby."
"That's your father?" Faith moaned, she got off the bed. "This is like High School, I was always making the worst impression on my boyfriends Dads or they wanted to do me as well. One guy wanted to join in, it was a relief y'know to discover a family more screwed up than mine."
"Well get fixed up and come meet him," Dean suggested, "The old man's not that bad. He won't hit on you anyway."
"You want me to meet your Dad?" Faith queried disconcerted. "That's a bit… I dunno relationship."
John Winchester was surprised to see Dean walk in to the bar with the girl fifteen minutes later. She looked vaguely familiar. John never forgot a face.
The couple went up to the bar first and ordered drinks. Dean came back with a beer for his father and put it on the table in front of him.
"Faith this is my father John Winchester. Dad this is Faith Lehane." Dean introduced them to one another.
Faith and John shook hands with each other warily. His father stood up for her, instantly upgrading Faith in his mind. Dean had never introduced a girl to him, not since that nice girl Cassie long ago.
"Nice to meet you," John said to Faith, embarrassed he'd seen her half naked quarter of an hour ago. It wasn't the first time he'd walked in on Dean screwing some girl, but at least he'd never had to talk to any of them afterwards.
"I have to take Faith back to where she's staying, but I'll rejoin you here straight away." Dean said to his father. "I thought we'd have a drink first together. Catch up, the hunting job go well? Faith knows we run a hunting and fishing operation."
"Yeah the hunting expedition went well. I tried to call you but my phone got damaged during the hunt." John explained briefly.
"So what do you do young lady, you a local?" John inquired. The girl was attractive he gave Dean that, her clothes were tight showing off her body. She was a total fox as they used to say in his marine days.
"I do pest extermination on contract for the military. I'm here on vacation." Faith produced her cover story again. God, it sounded more lame every time she said it.
They made desultorily small talk and Faith excused herself to powder her nose. Powder her nose, why the hell had she said that? Holy crap it was like being fifteen again. She didn't meet guys' parents it wasn't her thing. Re-hooking up with ex husbands wasn't her thing either. Damn it, it was all getting complicated somehow and Faith didn't like it.
"So what is this all about Dean?" John asked him seriously. "You never introduce me to your women."
"She's my friend and I like her. She travels I travel, nothings possible but I like her, so give me a freakin break this time Dad okay?" Dean asked his father pleading. "C'mon Dad, she wants me to stay with her while she's on vacation. I can still hunt this wendigo with you during the day."
"Weird it's in Maine." John mused. "They're normally only in Minnesota or Michigan, musta wanted sea views. Okay, let's kill this thing and then I'll leave you to it. She's sexy I'll give her that. I can see why you like her. Not really daughter in law material though is she?"
Dean hid a grin as he drank his beer.
Part Five
"I like the Impala." Faith said, putting on Iron Maiden in the cassette player. "Good thing I like heavy metal too, seeing you have nothing else. I had a boyfriend in high school who was a drummer in a band, he was always doing a cover of this freakin song. That and drugs."
"So was meeting my Dad that bad?" Dean asked her seriously. "I don't introduce him to my girlfriends often. I don't have girlfriends."
"I'm your girlfriend now?" Faith observed defensively. "Am I in a relationship I don't know about?"
"Well Dad's a black and white kinda guy. You're either a tramp or a lady in his book." Dean explained.
"And what am I in your book?" Faith wanted to know, genuinely curious.
"This girl I've met who saved my life, acts like she's crazy half the time, can laugh about getting accidentally married to me and I know I'm never going to get the chance to know better after this week." Dean confessed. "That's starting to annoy the shit out of me."
"Yeah me too," Faith admitted. "I was a little down for a coupla days after Wichita."
Dean pulled the car over. "Climb in the back seat Faith, I want to finish what we started in the motel room."
"High school déjà vu again!" Faith exclaimed, scrambling over the back seat.
Part six.
Faith entered the cabin to see everyone sitting seriously round the table. They were obviously discussing something important.
"What's up?" Faith asked, putting the groceries she'd bought away.
"Looks like there's a wendigo here in these parts," Riley brought her up to speed on developments. "We've just got word.
"In Maine?" Faith said surprised. "Okay let's take it out. Will we get paid for this, seeing it's our freakin vacation time?"
"Probably not, just a day in lieu," Riley said. "We think it's in this area." He showed her a map of the woods on the lap top he had on the table.
"Let's take it out tomorrow then." Faith said to him. "Aren't they weaker in daylight?'
"How will you explain our departure to your boy toy?" Miller asked her.
"Oh Dean's Dad has arrived. He'll be heading out tomorrow morning first thing." Faith said. "No problem there."
"That's not the only problem." Vi said concerned. "We heard there's a couple of hitchhiking vampires traveling round the district as well."
"Shit the fun just never stops does it?" Faith gasped disbelievingly.
Part seven
Agents Firn and Green travelled down the deserted Maine highway. A young teenager in the middle of the road flagged them down.
They stopped their car and got out. "Is something wrong?" Green asked the boy.
"Not now." The boy said, sinking his fangs in the FBI agents neck.
Part eight.
Dean had arrived at the cabin at seven that night. He apologised to Faith for his lateness.
"That's okay," Faith wrapped her hands round his neck. "You're here now." They kissed lingeringly.
"Get a room." Rona yelled at them good naturedly. "Folks are eating here."
"Is that why you taste of chili con carne?" Dean asked her.
"Yeah want some?" Faith asked. Dean shook his head.
He put the beer he'd bought round in the fridge and sat at the table beside Faith.
"Heard Faith met your daddy today, under the worst possible circumstances." Vi welcomed Dean. "Faith doesn't normally meet guys parents. She hardly meets the guy.'
"You drunk again already Vi?" Faith asked irritated. "I'd watch out for your liver girlfriend."
"We're going to play monopoly tonight Andrew brought along his Star Wars version." Sam changed the subject. "Nice long game."
Monopoly did turn out to be a long game. Vi fell asleep at the table and her properties were confiscated. At last it ended with Riley the mogul winner.
"I married a millionaire." Sam joked. She gave Riley a kiss on the cheek, "Good one honey."
Vi woke up as the board was packed up around her. "Did I miss my turn?"
"You missed the game!" Andrew accused her.
"Well I didn't get much sleep the past few days I'm going to bed." She stretched.
"Me too," said Rona, "Damn that game is boring. Not even being with out TV for four days made that sucker fun."
Sam and Riley made their excuses too and went to bed. They didn't look the least bit tired.
"Ah so in love, the perfect military couple." sighed Andrew romantically, as the remaining four moved to the armchairs in the living area.
"What do you do exactly Andrew?" Dean said puzzled, putting his arms round Faiths waist. "I can't work it out."
"Vi's watcher. I mean what ya you call it again?" Andrew corrected himself.
"Her …" Faith looked as if she was struggling to.
"Sorry Winchester it's classified." Miller said taking pity on them. "Even we of the Rodent Control Unit must have our military secrets, isn't that right Faith?"
"Yeah," Faith said leaning back on Dean. "Even the Rodent Control Unit has its Military secrets. We made a pact all of us before we came here Dean no talk about work."
"Great can I be included in that deal." Dean requested. "I'm sorta sick of hunting yap."
"That makes you mighty different from the hunters I've met." Miller commented. "They love to talk shop."
"I strive for uniqueness dude." Dean positioned Faith more comfortably on him. "So what are you doing for your birthday in particular Babe?"
"We're surprising her." Miller said. "Could you pick her up at five and bring her back at seven tomorrow?"
"I'll sure try." Dean replied, squeezing Faith's waist. "I better turn in soon too, make sure I get up early tomorrow."
"Tomorrow's gonna be just great." Faith stroking Dean's arm. "I know it."
Part Nine.
John sat at the bar and eyed the blonde who'd just come in. She'd ordered a scotch and nursed it. Smiling to her self.
John sat beside her when he noticed she'd finished her drink. "Can I buy you another?"
"Yeah sure why the hell not," Kate Lockley turned to the good looking older man hitting on her, and smiled manically. "You ever get the feeling when you know tomorrow is just going to be a great day?"
AN: Next chapter last chapter I'm pretty certain
