Chapter 7 – I'm Going to Kill her
Wow everyone. I know it has been awhile since I've updated, but I hope you all are still interested in perhaps a little more of Holly and Dean. Thank you all so much for all your ideas and suggestions they did really help spark my muse. I decided to write one about Holly stealing the Impala because I believe at least two people suggested that one. So here it is. I hope you all like it. Let me know what you think and if you have some more suggestions.
WARNING: As always there is talk of SPANKING (DOMESTIC DISCIPLINE) of an adult female by an adult male. Don't like or not your thing. Do not read.
Holly slumped down on the queen size bed with her legs sprawled out with her chin nearly resting on her chest. She looked over at Sam and Dean who were watching the TV mindlessly drinking their beers. Holly rolled her eyes at the sight of the two Hunters. It was a Saturday night and she was stuck in a hotel with them. She probably should be thankful for the nice break from hunting, but she felt herself becoming downright bored.
"Do you guys want to do something?" Holly asked looking over at them with dull eyes.
Dean belched and looked over at Holly who wrinkled her nose in disgust. Charming. One would think Holly would be used to living with two men and their mess by this point, but Holly was becoming tired of it real quick. "We are doing something." Dean pointed to the TV.
"It's Saturday night and all you guys want to do is watch TV in this hotel room?" Holly grumbled.
"Don't you want to relax a bit?" Sam asked confused.
"We've been relaxing." Holly said getting up from the bed, but as she did, she tripped over Dean's duffle bag. Holly grumbled under her breath as she walked into the bathroom stepping on dirty towels, boxers and t-shirts. Holly looked in the sink which was littered with beard hairs and toothpaste not to mention the stench that filled the air in the bathroom. Holly was thinking she must be living with two pigs, but in all reality, she was living with two grown men and she knew Sam was a fairly clean person and knew the mess was all Dean's doing.
Holly walked out of the bathroom and was about to tell Dean just what she thought of the mess, but apparently, she was not quick enough because Dean spoke first.
"Could you get me a beer out of the fridge, Holly?" Dean asked and that was the last straw for Holly's patience. She was bored, tired of being cramped in a hotel with two men and their mess for two long days which was quite long enough for Holly and to be frank she was just tired of being in Sam and Dean's company. She was tested for two days straight and by this point needed to get away.
"Alright that's it! I can't stand it! You can get your own damn beer." With that said, she stomped over to the hotel door leaving Sam and Dean in pure shock. "I'm getting a soda from the machine downstairs." Holly announced as she made it to the door grabbing Dean's leather jacket and putting it on. "Can I barrow this?" Holly asked giving Dean a look that any man with any sense would not argue. Dean nodded with a confused look on his face. With that Holly flung open the door and shut it behind her with a bang.
Dean turned and looked at Sam who looked just as confused as Dean did and perhaps a bit worried. "Now, what the hell did I do?" Dean asked. Sam simple shrugged his shoulders. He really didn't know either.
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Holly angrily shoved the dollar into the machine (several times). Once she finally got the money into the machine and got herself a Sprite that a decided to not drop into the bottom where she could get ahold of it. Holly frustrated, kicked the machine in hopes that it would fall, but no such luck. This was not her day.
She turned away from the machine and leaned on the brick wall looking out into the parking lot. Holly was now feeling bad about snapping at Sam and Dean who probably thought she was crazy by this point, but she perhaps just needed some female interaction or just time to alone. In all honesty she did not know herself. She stared at the Impala, at Dean's baby, and rolled her eyes at how he could leave the hotel in such a state, but have his precious Impala spotless. Holly felt the cool October air and with a shiver put her hands deep into the pockets. That's when Holly got the idea that perhaps she could get something better then Sprite. She wiggled her fingers against the keys in Dean's pockets. Now there was a bit of hesitation in Holly which mostly was because Dean would kill her. For how much he loves that car, she would be good as dead even thinking about taking his car. She knew this. However, Holly was not what you would call a well-behaved obedient woman. She had a mischievous side to her and it often strangely came out when Dean was concerned. Holly bit her lip and jingled the keys in her pocket. Taking a deep breath, she made up her mind. In Holly's thinking she felt like Dean should not dictate her thoughts and the fact that Dean needed to learn to not only clean up after himself, but to share. She wasn't going to hurt his baby just barrow it. For a moment she did think about asking Dean, but the truth was she knew the answer and they would want to come with her and at this point she wanted to be on her own.
So, Holly nodded to herself then walked towards the precious vehicle. She unlocked the doors and slid into the driver's seat somewhere she had never been before. She ran her palms around the large steering wheel and smiled. It was a sexy car there was no mistaking it. Holly licked her lips and with an excited somewhat mischievous grin fired up the engine. As the classic car roared to life Holly felt a serge of excitement wash over her and perhaps a little fear mixed in with that excitement. Dean would definitely kill her she had no doubt about that, but in all Holly's thinking she doubted that their asses would leave the beds and the best part of it, even if they found out, they wouldn't know where the hell she was and she desired to keep it that way for a few hours at least. She needed a little break from the Winchesters demanding rules and responsibilities and not to mention just time to herself.
With nothing else, but freedom on her mind. Holly backed the car out of the spot in front of the hotel and drove onto the road. Holly pushed on the gas pedal a little harder then was necessary and found herself now understanding Dean's utter obsession with this car. She flicked on the radio and with great satisfaction found that Highway to Hell was playing which she thought very appropriate. A grin widened on Holly's face as she pressed down even harder on the gas pedal feeling the car boost into action. Holly raced down the highway without a care in the world.
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Back in the hotel room it had been a little while since Holly went to get a soda and Dean was beginning to worry.
"Where the hell is she?" Dean asked looking over at the door not being able to concentrate on the TV show.
"She probably wants to be alone for a little bit." Sam wisely suggested. After another ten minutes went by Dean could not stand it anymore and slid off the bed heading towards the door with determined long strides. Sam quickly followed behind. Dean marched over to the vending machines and a wave of panic came over him as he looked in all directions, he could not see Holly.
"Holly!" He yelled in hope of getting a response. What he received was silence.
Just when Dean began to think all kinds of terrible things, he noticed something missing from the parking lot. He marched over to the empty spot and froze as the realization started to hit him.
Sam saw his brother's back stiffen and noticed his breathing had become heavy.
Sam put his hands up in an attempt to perhaps calm his brother's rising fury. "Now, Dean…" He began, but did not finish when he turned around and saw a dreaded deep scowl plastered on his face. Even Sam found it quite intimidating and immediately felt sorry for Holly.
Dean in all his fury stomped past Sam who could feel the rage radiating off him. "I'm gonna kill her." Dean growled as he headed back towards the room.
Sam shook his head. She has a death wish.
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Holly was sitting in at a local bar and enjoying a cold whisky sour. Way better then Sprite. Holly was happy and getting happier by the minute as the mixed drinks kept coming her way. And the best part of it was she didn't pay for one drink. Many of the men in the bar were all too pleased to buy her one and she excepted graciously.
"You live around here?" A man asked sitting next to her.
"Nope." Holly said as she pulled out her braid letting her brown hair fall. It was getting far too tight for her liking and too hot on her neck so she pushed it to the side.
"Where do you live then? There are not many out of towners here."
Holly snorted. Where did she live? "I don't really live anywhere."
"I'm sorry to hear that." The man said taking a swig of his beer.
Holly looked over at the man who looked to be quite a bit older then Holly perhaps in his forties or fifties. He had a scruffy beard and wore typical blue-collar working clothes. He wasn't unattractive, in fact he was very good looking for his age and had a gruff sound to his voice that was soothing.
"I'm just passing through." Holly said giving the man a small smile.
"All by yourself?" The man asked with a raised eyebrow like he did not approve.
"No, I'm with my…brothers." Holly said trying not to raise the man's suspicion.
"You got a name?" He asked seriously.
"Holly."
"My names Jim. And I'll tell you what Holly. I'm a father of three girls and I can't say I'd approve of them going to a bar alone at midnight." He said in a rather scolding tone.
Holly smiled at the man's concern. She thought it was sweet, if not a little misguided.
"I'm 26 years old, sir. I'll be okay." She said trying to reassure the man.
"Even still you shouldn't be here alone. Are your brothers coming?" He asked seeming genuinely troubled.
"Yes, they should be here soon." Holly lied. Unfortunately, it was something she was not very good at.
Jim looked skeptical and if he thought she was lying he did not say anything about it.
"Alright, but you might want to hold off on those drinks. You've had quite a few." His fatherly voice rumbled as he nodded towards her drink.
Holly smiled at the Father and felt a sweet, but sad feeling come over her as he reminded her of her own Dad who died when she was eighteen years old. God, she missed him.
"Yes, sir, but so have you." Holly teased nodding towards his nearly finished beer.
Jim raised an eye brow. "Don't drive until you've sobered up."
Holly smiled. "Yes, sir."
Jim put his money on the counter to pay for his drinks and finished his last swallow of beer. "Goodnight, Marcy." He said getting off his stool.
"Goodnight, Jim." The bartender replied.
"Well Holly, it was nice meeting you." He said adjusting his jacket.
"Nice meeting you too, Jim." Holly said with a smile.
"Could you promise me something darlin'?" He asked looking at her in a very serious manner that made Holly sit up straighter on the bar stool.
"Sure." Holly would honestly promise this man anything by this point. He seemed so concerned and she wanted his mind at ease.
"Sober up and call it a night. You shouldn't be here alone." Jim said simply looking into her eyes with a hint of hope.
"Don't worry, Jim. I will." Holly said sincerely.
"Alight." He said and with that. He left.
Holly turned back to look at her half-drunk whiskey sour now realizing that she did have quite a few. She was feeling a bit dizzy and things were looking blurry to her eyes.
"Would you like me to get you a glass of water, darlin'?" Marcy, the bartender asked sweetly apparently hearing all of her and Jim's conversation.
"Yes, please." Holly said intending to keep her promise of sobering up. She sighed, in her heart she just could not break her promise to a concerned Dad that remaindered her so much of her own.
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Outside of the bar Jim had lite a cigarette and leaned his back against the wall. In his mind he did not want to leave that girl alone, but he did not want to pester her either. So, he settled for waiting outside until he was sure she was going to go home safe. He was a local man who knew the town and the bar and had a bad feeling about a young woman in a bar full of young drunk and disorderly men who lacked female companionship. He was not sure if she had noticed, but there were very few women in that bar. There were some rough men in there and he did not know all of them, but some he knew and he did not trust them around his daughters.
Soon a black Honda accord whipped around the corner and sped into the only remaining spot on the gravel plot in front of the bar. Two young men got out and they seemed to be in a hurry. One had a worried look on his face while the other looked furious. Instead of heading for the bar, they both marched over to a restored classic car.
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Dean circled the car like a dog sniffing for drugs inspecting it for any kind of damage.
"Well looks like she's here." Sam said obviously.
"Yeah, no shit. There better not be one scratch!" Dean hissed examining the Impala thoroughly.
"It looks fine, Dean." Sam stated looking at the Impala.
"It better be!" Dean growled looking like he had murder on his mind.
"Hey!" Jim called out getting their attention. Both of them turned to look at the man. "Are you looking for your sister?"
Dean looked confused and automatically became suspicious of the man. However, Sam immediately spoke up before Dean could say anything.
"Yes, we are."
"Her name, Holly?" Jim said putting out his cigarette.
"Yes." Sam said sounding urgent.
"She's sitting at the bar." Jim said very relieved that Holly was not lying to him about her brothers coming. He had his doubts about her statement before, but now that they were here, he was glad. "Take her home, she's had quite a bit to drink. This isn't the best bar for a young woman to be alone."
"Oh she's coming home." Dean growled ominously more to himself then to Jim.
"Thank you, sir." Sam said politely. "We appreciate it."
Jim feeling much better left for home with good conscience knowing that the young woman would be taken care of. Little did he know Holly was far from safe, from Dean's wrath that is.
Dean pushed open the glass door and marched in with Sam right behind him. He's narrowed eyes scanned the room like a hawk. The bar was packed with men and smelt of smoke, body odor and mold. The bar was far from a classy scene. Everything looked rough from the water damaged ceiling to the ripped booths and scratched tables. And the men in that bar seemed to match the scenery with their dirty clothes, mouths and attitudes. Dean's anger began to heighten even more as he took in the sight before him.
"Great choice, Holly." Sam said sarcastically more under his breath then to Dean who remained silent feeling his teeth clenched together and his jaw stiffen.
Sam and Dean marched over to where the bar was weaving around tables and chairs quickly with strong determination. However, once they got there, Holly was nowhere to be seen. The brothers looked around vigorously until Dean saw a side door on the far-right corner of the bar open and a small frame with a swish of brown hair behind it race out the door.
"Sam!" Dean shouted in both urgency and frustration as he started to run towards the door pushing through people and dodging tables.
Holly ran to the Impala stumbling a bit, but managed to get there. She opened the door as quickly as she could slamming the door shut, she fumbled with the keys trying to keep her hands steady enough to set the key into the ignition. Adrenaline was pumping through her veins, but the alcohol in her system was making things blurry and hard to focus. Luckily for Holly she was able to complete the task quickly. She put the car in reverse and back out swiftly. At this moment Dean emerged from the bar looking like he had murder on his mind when he saw Holly in the Impala. Holly seeing Dean in a panic thrust the car into drive and slammed on the gas pedal. The Impala roared and the tires spun furiously smoking in protest then launched forward.
"HOLLY!" Dean shouted enraged just missing her leaving him in a small cloud of smoke and wonder of what the hell she was thinking.
Holly really didn't know herself. All she knew is she did not want to face Dean. He was going to murder her because she took his precious car and did not want to be around to face the furious man.
She just wanted some time alone away from the brothers, but as always it seemed like she went about it in the wrong way and now she was in deep shit. She didn't really want to admit it, but her usual complex mind now tainted with alcohol was making her feel like a ten-year-old little girl and tears started to form in her eyes as the realization of just how much trouble she was in came into her mind. She was going to be spanked and Dean was not going to be very forgiving. She was positive of it. What if he uses a switch on her again? God, no. Her heart sank and the unshed tears began to fall.
Between her already impaired blurred vision, tears and emotional state that mailbox came out of nowhere. Holly found herself skidding off the road, over someone's driveway and into a grass area fortunately missing a large oak tree by a good ten feet. Holly had slammed on the breaks and held onto the steering wheel white knuckled in terror. Her heart was rising in her as the Impala came to a halt. Holly was breathing heavily as she took in what just happened. She scrabbled out of the car in a panic.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
She looked around the Impala to see where she hit it. She had a false hope that maybe just maybe there was no damage. She was wrong, however, as she expected and the passenger side mirror was completely gone. Holly didn't even have any idea where it was and she was positive Dean would notice. Hell, he would notice a two-centimeter scratch. In complete and utter terror Holly didn't look for anymore damage and did what any drunk terrified woman would do. She ran to the tree and climbed it, she really didn't know how she did it so quickly, but she did. And just as she pulled herself up to a large low branch, headlights appeared whipping into the grass area where the Impala sat. Holly had no doubt who that happened to be.
Holly swallowed as Sam and Dean emerged from the car. It was hard to see in the dark, but there was no mistaking how pissed Dean was as he swung the drivers side door shut. They both immediately ran over to the Impala not noticing Holly in the tree which was fine by her. Sam and Dean stomped around the car and it was very clear that Dean saw the mirror missing. His body grew very ridged and clenched his fist by his side and unfortunately Holly was able to see this due to the illuminating headlights from the Honda. Holly bit her lip and gripped the branch she was sitting on tighter trying to blend in with the tree in hopes she could just disappear in it.
"HOLLY!" Dean's voice boomed echoing in the vastness of the country road they were on. Holly's heart skipped a beat as her chest tightened squeezing her eyes shut at the incredibly harsh tone Dean was using.
Holly did not answer and kept her eyes squeezed shut until Dean's booming voice shouted again.
"HOLLY!"
Holly's eyes flung open with a start as his voice was much louder and closer then before. Dean was standing closer to the tree, but still did not see her.
"ANSWER ME, WOMAN!" Dean bellowed in a deep tone that sent fear to her core.
She debated about answering him, but the tone of his angered voice kept her silent. She really did not want to face Dean not after all she had done to piss him off and he really looked pissed, too pissed for Holly to feel comfortable enough to even make her presence know to him. She was content with staying in the tree if it meant she would safe from his wrath.
However, as fate would have it, as she moved her leg slightly to prevent it from scrapping against a particularly rough spot. She lost her footing and a small bit bark scarped off and tumbled to the ground along with a yelp from Holly who wrapped her arms tighter around the tree.
Once Holly knew she wasn't going to fall she looked down to see Dean staring up at her look absolutely murderous. Holly just stared at him wide eyed taking in his scary demeanor. She was so dead.
Dean gritted his teeth and practically snarled at her.
"Get. Down." Dean's voice graveled out deeply in a tone that most would describe as utterly terrifying.
Holly's heart dropped into her chest. She did not want to get down, in fact she was having trouble coping from this angle. However, she did not want him to become more angry then he already was, but she just couldn't bring herself to move not even a muscle. She was planted stiffly where she was.
Dean narrowed his eyes in on Holly when she did not comply. "Do not test me." Dean growled out through clenched teeth.
"Dean…I'm….I'm really sorry."
Dean said nothing and just glared at Holly giving her a really uncomfortable feeling in the pit of her stomach. She was at least expecting him to counter her or disagree or even say he didn't believe her, but he remained silent which was worse sending an ominous chill went down her spin.
Holly scrunched her face together into what looked like a worried pout that left her looking half her age. She knew she was being rather childish hiding up in a tree to essential escape from consquences she was sure Dean would dish out, but the fact was she could not help it. Dean looked downright menacing and the last thing Holly wanted to do was to come closer to the scary Hunter. She had self-preservation on her mind and now knew very well what Dean Winchester saw as an appropriate punishment. He made that quite clear to her and Holly's bottom was already clenching at the thought.
"Look Dean…" Holly murmured out in a rather shaking unsure voice that made her cringe. "I know it was wrong. Just can…you…please not…"
"Spank you?" Dean asked not waiting for Holly to finish.
Holly stared at him looking very miserable as her cheeks blushed red with embarrassment. Getting spanked as an adult was still a new concept Holly has not gotten used to or would ever get used to. Just implying it and hearing Dean say it made her feel like a wayward little girl.
"Please don't." Holly mumbled just loud enough for Dean to hear as she turned away to hid her redden face.
Dean's stern eyes and stiff features did not waver and shook his head slowly like Holly's request was ridiculous and unbelievable even to ask.
"Oh you don't want a spanking? That's odd because, correct me if I'm wrong, I thought you were begging for one since you decided to steal MY CAR!"
"I didn't steal it!" Holly defended quickly. "I barrowed it."
"Without tell me! You left without telling us where you were going. We didn't know where the hell you were and we come to find out you were in the trashiest Biker Bar in the United States! You got drunk off your ass, DROVE MY CAR like a drunken idiot and WRECKED it!"
"I'll pay for the damages. I'm really sorry." Holly said desperately in hopes Dean would just calm down. However, Dean was having none of it. In fact, it seemed to make him more angry as Holly saw his jaw tighten and clench together like Holly said something appalling.
"You think you're sorry now? You will be the sorriest woman in Oklahoma if you don't get your ass down now."
Holly swallowed the lump in her throat. Her eyes widened in fear as Dean's words sunk in. She believed him and did not want to find out what would happen if she stayed in that tree any longer so in all her great wisdom she climb down slowly and wabbly. She wasn't sure how much that was because of her tipsy state or her fear of Dean and his punishing hands. Once Holly was closest to the last couple branches Dean grabbed her and helped her down rather gently until her feet were planted firmly, if not a little wobbly, on the ground. Then he grabbed her upper arm in a tight constricting hold and marched her towards the Impala.
Before Dean got too far Sam stopped him. "Should she ride with me? You should have time to calm down." Sam said in a concerned voice.
"No. She's riding with me." Dean growled giving Holly a disappointed and angered look. Holly swallowed and immediately looked at ground Dean's face was far from pleasant. She did not like the idea of driving with Dean nor did she like the idea of being anywhere near Dean at this point. He was absolutely pissed at her and Holly knew it. She could almost feel the furry radiating off of him. She was in so much trouble and wanted to disappear.
Sam didn't say anything more just simply nodded and got in the Honda and drove off. Holly was dishearten at Sam agreeing to Dean so quickly, but in seeing Dean's face she could understand why.
Before Dean said anything to Holly, she spoke up half in fear that Dean had planned on spanking her right then and there.
"Dean…" Holly began, but she was cut off quickly. Apparently, Dean did not want to talk and made that perfectly clear when he turned to face Holly. He looked like he was about to explode and was desperately trying to hold back. His whole body was ridge and his face morphed into what many would describe as furious. He pointed a stern finger at her.
"Look I'm only going to say this once. You're going to get in the car, keep your mouth shut until we get back to the hotel. You have no idea just how pissed I am at you right now so it would be in your best interest to do as your told for once. If you can't do that, I promise you I will bare your bottom and turn you over my knee so fast you won't know what hit you until my hands smacks your ass. I don't care where we are. It's happening. And THAT, Holly, will just be an addition to what you've got coming. So, do yourself a favor and follow my orders before you see just how much trouble you really are in. Now get in the car."
TBC ?
So that was Part 1, what do you all think? Have any ideas or suggestions? Anyone still interested? Please leave a comment on your thoughts. Thank you!