Here we go. The title is a pretty big give away to what's going to happen. Hope you guys enjoy this chapter. I kinda got mixed feelings on it.
Putting the plastic containers of rice and vegetables in the fridge, I glanced around the kitchen, satisfied that everything was put away after dinner. The dishes were washed and sitting in the rack drying, the pots and pans cleaned and stored in the rarely used dishwasher, also left to air dry. Dinner tonight had consisted of salmon, vegetables, and brown rice. I had made more than usual, considering that I didn't dine alone tonight.
My parents and Donny had left about an hour earlier, it being my turn for family dinner this week. Once a week we all have dinner at someone's house, a tradition we had come up with once Donny and myself had moved out from our parents' house almost five years ago, settling in Washington. I had adopted Zane three years later so Donny and myself decided to both get our own separate places. At this point Jared had already been in the service for four years so my parents left Colorado to follow us, moving to be closer to their youngest children. Well, more Mom than Dad.
Either way last week had been Donny's rotation and tonight had been mine. Which worked out fine since I was five days into my vacation and I was able to get fresh salmon from the market earlier in the day. I had had to shoo Mom out of the kitchen when she wanted to help and Donny kept checking on the salmon cooking in the oven, smile twisted into one of glee. My brother loved to eat, which was why he got two salmon fillets.
Taking another cursory glance around I deemed myself done with kitchen duty, pausing for a moment to pull one of the Reese's peanut butter cups from the freezer where I'd stashed it earlier. Entering the living room, I threw myself onto the couch, startling Zane who had been dozing on the floor between said couch and the coffee table. My eyes caught something and I groaned. Donny had left a glass cup on the table. My lip curled for a second before I grunted. Screw it, I'll get it in the morning.
Unwrapping the chocolate in my hands, my mind wondered to the shapeshifter dream I had a little over a week ago. That had been interesting. I thought I would have dreamed about whatever episodes I had watched right before passing out but it had been a different season all together.
Funny thing was I hadn't had one of these dreams since I was around fourteen, or was it fifteen? Either way, certain dreams had always felt different then the other ones I remembered. Everything was sharper, almost like I was awake but always at different locations, places I had never been before, surrounded by people I had never met. Sometimes I'd be in my pajamas of choice from the night before or, if I was napping during the day I was wearing what I had fallen asleep in.
The shapeshifter dream had all the qualities of one of my weirdo dreams. The last ones I did remember had been a little over ten years ago but I could still remember a few things about them.
The earliest one I remembered was when I was either eleven or twelve years old and I knew I was in a school building of some sort, middle school but not the school I had actually attended. I remember the bell ringing and an influx of students pouring from the classrooms, the sudden rush catching me off guard and trapping me against a wall.
One particular male student seemed to be in a hurry and crashed into my shoulder, sending me tumbling to the floor, the back of his head disappearing into the current of students without so much as a backward glance. I didn't get the chance to protest before someone beat me to it.
"Hey dick, watch where you're going!"
A hand appeared in front of me and I grasped it, easing myself up with the boy's help. He was young, maybe as young as me with somewhat green eyes and brown hair. He was glaring at the direction the rude student had gone before turning to me, a slight frown on his face.
"You okay?"
I just nodded, looking again toward where the other student had gone, frown on my face. If Jared, or Lord forbid, Donny were here, they'd be tracking that kid down to demand an apology. Jared, as older brother, was very protective of Donny and myself, me more so because I was a girl. As for Donny, it didn't matter to him that I was five minutes older, he acted very much like Jared did when I was threatened.
The other kid noticed my frown and followed my line of sight. "Don't worry too much about him. I have him in my seventh period class and I'll give him shi… I mean, a piece of my mind for pushing you."
I smiled at him, amused that he censored himself in front of me. Jared and Dad would appreciate that. He caught my grin, causing a smirk to grow on his own face, eyes dancing with subtle humor.
"Maybe I'll see you 'round?" The boy asked me, walking backwards to join the other students on their way to lockers or their next class. I just smiled at him because, it didn't matter, I was dreaming. Although I didn't know this kid from anywhere so it was a mystery to how he showed up in my head.
He seemed to take my smile as a confirmation because his own grew wider and with a wave, he merged with the others, disappearing as quickly as he appeared.
It wasn't two seconds after that that I was shoved from behind but instead of falling to the floor or against the wall, I had fallen off my bed, waking up from my nap after I had gotten home from school.
The last dream had been kinda traumatizing. I was fifteen, maybe fourteen at the time and, I had just gotten home from school with Donny when I had explained to Mom about the headache that had tortured me for the past two hours. She had given me children's aspirin and had me lie down in my room. I ended up passing out but next thing I knew I was at high school again. Although, when I had looked around, it wasn't my school.
I was standing in the front courtyard of this particular high school, students with backpacks milling about, some getting into cars that sat waiting on the curb. Looking around there were small groupings of friends and such, the largest group being four males, all jock, and horsing around. It didn't take long before I felt someone's eyes boring a hole into the side of my face off to my left.
Giving into the temptation of finding the source, I had just caught sight of a leather jacket and green eyes staring back at me when a large force slammed into my chest, knocking the wind out of me. All I could think of was that I had been hit by a large rock, my skin aflame, but then I felt the freezing water and knew I had been hit by a water balloon. Male voices in front of me began cackling and I found the jocks holding each other as they laughed.
My eyes filled with tears and in that moment I wanted nothing more than to sob. I was still quite young and I really wanted Donny and Jared to be here with me to comfort or defend me. Surprisingly I got both in my dream world.
I felt wind rush by me and all I saw was a tall male, not to mention wearing a leather jacket, cocking a fist back and unleashing on one of the jocks. I had seen both Jared and Donny fight and this student was just as skilled as them. Considering Dad, ex-Army Ranger, had taught my brothers how to fight, this was quite the compliment. The current human punching bag's friends crowded around the two fighters, drawing the attention from others near by who swarmed the group.
"You okay?"
Hands pressed against my stinging chest, I looked over at the voice next to me, the younger kid's features a little distorted by the tears that refused to fall. All I could make out was floppy brown hair and familiar yet concerned eyes.
I looked over at the chaos, a whimper managing to escape from me no matter how much I tried to bottle it up. My defender must have incredible hearing because he turned toward us at the sound, took one look at me, and threw himself back into the fight with renewed vigor, abandoning his first victim and grabbing another jock to take his place.
"I'll be right back." My aide patted my arm, dropped his backpack, and rushed into the fray, calling a name that I didn't catch.
It was when the first sob tore from my throat that my surroundings vanished and I was curling into a ball on my bed, my cries summoning Mom and Donny to my room where they tried to placate me. It had taken almost an hour but I managed to calm down, the phantom pain still fresh in my memory. That was the last time I had dreamed in such a way.
Except for a week ago. Sighing I threw my arm over my wet eyes, willing the memories away. Anytime I saw kids picking on each other it would make my blood boil. Even just watching in on TV or a movie made me upset. My brothers shared my feelings on the matter.
Turning onto my side I cuddled into the couch's cushions, seeking comfort from the soft material. It wasn't long before my eyes drooped and I was gone.
~~~SPN~~~
The fact I was now having another one of those dreams right after I had been reminiscing about the other earlier ones shouldn't have surprised me. I found myself standing under a couple trees on the side of a gravel road, completely dark except for the glow of the porch light from a lone white farm house off to my right. Casing my surroundings there was empty farm land around me, a big wooden storage shed or barn at my back. A dark, possibly uninhabited, house was down the road to my left and the occupied house to my right.
Okay, so let's take stock of my person. I was wearing an old baseball shirt of Donny's, a pair of jeans, teal and gray stripped socks, and my Corona slippers. Awesome. Looking around myself I didn't spy an angel blade, which sucked, but I did have my pocket knife. It was actually my Dad's old Ranger knife that he gave me when I was eighteen. I carried it around with me everywhere, even to dinner with my family.
Hearing the creak of a screen door I looked over to the farm house in time to watch a brunette woman make her way down the porch steps and place a cardboard box in the bed of a truck. She paused, turning in my direction for a second and I was pretty sure she knew I was here, even though we were roughly ten to fifteen yards apart and it was dark.
Seeing the dark skinned man materialize behind her, I opened my mouth to yell, grabbing for my knife when she turned to see him. She made a move to run but he wrapped an arm around her neck, knife in his other hand. Sinking the knife into her chest I was starting to wonder what the hell was wrong with me these days, to dream something as morbid as this, when I tilted my head, watching the man drag the brunette woman back up the stairs and into the house.
Was that Gordon Walker? I was in another Supernatural episode? What season was this, two? It didn't take me long to make a decision and I was already creeping my way down the road even before I had actually made the choice.
Deciding to ignore the front door I took a detour around the house, finding the back door locked but not the window of a lower bathroom. Silently I pushed the window pane up to get the opening as wide as possible.
There was a game Dad played with us when Donny and I were five, Jared was seven, that helped to rein us in when we were hyper and running rampant around the house. It was almost like a mix of tag and hide-and-seek. While Dad counted to a hundred, the three of us would hide in the house. Once hidden we had to wait until Dad was done counting before we could do anything. But once he did, we had to go around and tag the others but we had to be sneaky about it. Get right behind each other to tag. Once you were tagged, you were out and had to go wait with Dad until the round was done.
Looking back on those years as I threw a leg over the window sill and touched down on the bathroom floor with one foot, I knew that Dad had only made that game up to get us to stop running around the house like there was something wrong with us, but it did start something with me and my brothers. It went from being a simple child's game to a full-blown competition.
Without having to say anything, we'd look at each other and just run off in different directions of the house, wait a full two minutes, and then go after each other. Sometimes we'd tag-team against each other or one of the few times we'd combine forces and go against our Dad. All in all, it turned into something much bigger than Dad thought it would. However, it did backfired on him with how many times the teenaged versions of us managed to sneak out of the house undetected.
It was because of this simple game that I was easing open the bathroom door, my movements silent even to myself. Sadly I had to abandon my slippers and socks in the corner of the bathroom, leaving me barefoot. Good for sneaking around, bad if I had to fight Gordon. Entering the hallway, I jumped from shadow to shadow, entering the large empty living room. Keeping to the left wall I spotted the dining room table, jar of red liquid sitting on the edge and the brunette woman slumped into a chair on the far side of the table.
The jar was suspicious to me, the contents dark in color and thick. Oh wait, I knew what episode this was. I don't remember the title but I do know it was in season two and that the brothers were hunting vampires but met up with Gordon at the bar. Which meant the brunette was actually a vampire. A vegetarian vampire named Lenore. Also, the fact that Ty Olsson played Eli helped me remember this episode. Both Mom and me loved Ty as Benny. That man was much more sexier with the Cajun accent. Kinda sad when I watched this episode and heard him speak with no twang. Oh well, can't win them all.
Lenore stirred, her eyes half opened and movements sluggish but she turned her head in my direction, no doubt hearing my heartbeat. She probably heard me outside too. Though I was surprised she didn't hear Gordon right behind her. I wonder if the cattle blood had something to do with that. Maybe it dimmed vampire senses. Hmm. Either way. Tilting my head I couldn't hear Gordon anywhere in the house so I figured now would be the time to act.
Tip-toeing across the room, Lenore's head followed my movement as I drew near, grabbing at the back of her chair to give myself more room to get her out of the chair. The female vampire gave a groan but I shushed her, hand over her mouth.
"We gotta be quiet Lenore. Gordon's lurking around here somewhere and I need to get you out of here before he comes back. Or at least buy some time before Sam and Dean get here."
She meekly nodded to my whispered words, trying to help by pushing with her feet as I slowly moved the chair back. It might have been a child's game my Dad created but it was still a game created by a military man. Because of this detail, I heard the minuscule creak of floor board behind me right before Lenore's head snapped to the left. It was enough of a heads up that I managed to duck and roll away, missing the fist that flew through the space where my head had been.
Jumping to my feet, fists up and ready, I braced myself for the look of silent fury that was Gordon Walker's face. There were a couple things to be thankful about this situation. One, I was taught to fight by my father so I was sure I could easily hold my ground. Two, he wasn't a shapeshifter like my last opponent. Or any kind of supernatural being. At least not yet. All in all, I had a really good chance of kicking Gordon's ass.
"Well, what do we have here? Another fang?"
I didn't say anything, not wanting a monologue from the guy about the evils of vampires. Instead I shot forward, ducking under the right hook I anticipated and, like with the shapeshifter, grabbed at his shirt and brought his torso in contact with my knee. He was surprised and I used those precious seconds to dart back to Lenore, wrapping an arm across her chest and under her arms, pulling her from the chair. We hadn't made it three feet before I was forced to drop her, the dead man's blood making her dead weight as I took a kick to the right side of my ribs, sending me to the floor.
Gordon drew closer and I used my position to lash out one of my power log legs, snapping his head back from the blow. He stumbled back a few feet and I was moving again, reaching for the crawling Lenore, gripping her upper arms and shuffling toward the door.
I gave a shout of surprise and pain though when I felt fingers ensnare themselves in my dark hair, tugging violently. Lenore's hands tried feebly to grip my pant leg as Gordon pulled me away from the drugged vampire. Slamming me, chest first, onto the wooden table the dark skinned hunter pressed a forearm across my shoulders and neck, keeping me slightly immobile.
"What are you girl?" The words were growled next to my ear and I caught sight of a blood-tipped knife before a painful pressure was applied.
Along with my shoulder going up in flames, a headache erupted behind my eyes, causing them to pinch shut. Opening them again, Gordon was studying me and I knew that he had tried to drug me with dead man's blood. I gave him a smirk, satisfied when spying the slight blood from his nose and corner of his lips. "Not a vampire, moron."
Using all the strength I could muster, which was surprisingly a lot, I shoved against the table and spun, using the momentum to swing at Gordon's face with my elbow and hearing that beautiful sound of flesh meeting flesh.
I scrambled forward, aiming to get back to Lenore who was crawling to the front door, but I felt my shirt pulled back and an arm wrapping itself around my neck. Before I could punch with my arms, Gordon's other arm reached around my torso, trapping my two weapons.
With the vice around my neck I was only able to get a few words out. "Lenore run!" The vampire in question looked back at me before pulling open the screen door and escaping into the night. Not so much escaping as stumbling.
Gordon made a move to release me, no doubt more intent on chasing and killing off Lenore than fighting with me, so I did something to buy the brunette vamp some time. Before his forearm unfurled I lunged forward and sank my teeth into the hunter's flesh. Kinda ironic considering that the human was the biter and not the actual vampire.
Of course I let go, crying out when I felt a searing pain in my side. My body slumped, limp from the pain, and Gordon threw me into the kitchen, sliding all the way against the cabinets.
"Don't go anywhere." Gordon glared at me briefly before turning away and stalking after his captive. I ignored him, probing my side and I felt a flash of irritation when touching something sleek and wet. That little shit stabbed me!
"Dean's gonna beat your ass, just watch!" I threw the threat at Gordon's back but he kept going, disappearing out the door.
By now my head felt like my brain was boiling and I really wanted to bash my head into the floor to stop the feeling. So far gone was I that the bark of a dog next to my ear had me screaming in surprise.
Peering over, Zane was staring at me, his eyes wide and whines tumbling from his chest. What was he doing in my dreams? Wait a second…
Sitting up, my living room was enveloped in darkness, just the slight hum from my fridge and Zane's cries being the only sound in the apartment. What was happening to me? I hissed when standing, clutching at my side and feeling the pain from my shoulder that the movement caused. Both areas being where I had been stabbed.
No. Freaking. Way. With Zane hot on my heels, I made a mad dash for the bathroom, my hand pressed against my shirt. I tried not to think about how wet the cotton felt as I fumbled for the light switch.
"Holy…what the hell!"
There was a patch of blood on my left shoulder but I had bigger things to worry about. The right side of Donny's shirt was soaked in what I was really hoping wasn't blood and I could feel a long slice in the material. Looking in the mirror, I pulled the shirt up to examine my wound.
I gasped, because instead of an open gaping wound, there was only a faint pink scar that matched up perfectly with the tear in the shirt. That wasn't the worst part. I nearly vomited in fear and awe when, watching with my own eyes, the scar faded away leaving clean unblemished skin behind.
~~~SPN~~~
Dean paced back and forth within the house, one eye on his surroundings and the other one on Gordon. Last night had been interesting to say the least. It had also been unsettling. He felt off kilter now, his views on hunting muddy.
But he did have to admit that Lenore put up one hell of a fight. When Sam and Dean had arrived, Lenore was banged up but Gordon was also sporting a busted lip, swollen cheek, and seemed to be guarding his torso. He was actually pretty proud of the female vampire.
Hearing the rumbling of Baby in the driveway, Dean did one last pass around Gordon who, since waking up from his elbow-induced nap, remained silent in his chair. Hearing the screen door open, Dean threw a grin at his arriving sibling, who was eyeing Gordon warily.
"I miss anything?"
Dean waved at his prisoner. "Not much. The sleepover was okay but Gordon didn't have enough hair to braid. What about you? Lenore make it out okay?"
Sam was looking at the mess in the living room, eyes roving around the room. "They all did. You mind watching him while I take a look around?"
Dean waved his hand again, letting Sam know to do whatever he wanted. His little brother nodded, giving Gordon another strange look before walking into the kitchen. Dean watched as Sam studied the area, kneeling down and pocketing whatever he had found lodged under the sink cabinets. Eyes curious Dean kept track of Sam as his little brother passed him and disappeared down a hallway that branched off from the living room.
Turning back to the silent hunter Dean smiled, "How you doin', Gordy? Gotta potty yet?"
The dark skinned man retained his radio silence, body still even as Sam came back into the room and slamming something on the table.
Dean's eyebrows rose when noticing that Sam had slapped down a pair of slippers and socks on the table. "Sam?"
His brother wasn't looking at him, instead his gaze was hard and drilling into Gordon. "Where is she?"
Dean's head snapped back and forth between the two men. If anything Gordon seemed to get angrier, eyes narrowed on the slippers and lips twitching into what could be a snarl. He refused to speak.
"Sam, what's going on?"
His brother looked at him quickly but focused back on the vampire hunter. "During the drive Lenore told me about the woman who was here."
At this Gordon's eyes snapped up to glare at Sam. That was an interesting reaction.
Sam continued, "She snuck into the house and tried to free Lenore. But Gordon found them and they fought while Lenore made a break for it. Lenore made it out the house but heard the woman cry out. When Gordon dragged her back in the other woman was gone but Lenore smelled fresh blood. What did you do with her?"
Remembering the wounds Gordon had sported before they fought, Dean could say that he certainly had duked it out with someone. He just thought it had been Lenore. It also meant that Gordon could have killed or severely injured someone and they were stashed somewhere on the property. "Where is she?"
Gordon glared at the brothers before speaking, "Not here."
Dean pulled his gun out, pointing at the man's knees. "Where is she? What did you do with her?"
Gordon's eyes lazily took in the gun and looked up at Dean. "Not. Here. When I got back she was gone."
Dean's teeth ground together and he lashed out, knocking Gordon and his chair back. "Let's get out of here."
Sam was silent, grabbing the items from the table and following his brother out the house. Before pulling the door open the two brothers froze as Gordon's words floated to them.
"Next time I see that pretty girlfriend of yours Dean, I'm gonna do more than just slice her."
Face set in stone Dean stalked back into the dining room, "What did you just say?"
Gordon laughed, his grin maniacal. "She's a pretty little thing. Dark hair, tan complexion, and a great body. Maybe I'll have a little fun next time we meet. She's proud of you Winchester, all cocky and saying how you were gonna beat my ass."
Having heard enough Dean lashed out again, snapping Gordon's head back. Hearing those words caused a fury to build in Dean. What kind of man was this, someone he might have considered a new friend. Thank God for Sammy. Spinning away he marched out the door, his brother right behind him.
That was four hours ago. Sitting behind the wheel of his newly restored Baby, Dean felt his anger ebb away, letting the road sooth his thoughts. Until Sam spoke.
"Hey Dean? About that girl Gordon was talking about?"
His hands gripped the steering wheel, past anger coming back. What kind of person thinks of doing such things, especially to a woman? Add to the fact that he injured her and Dean was ready to turn the car around.
"Dean, I know you're pissed but what if… what if it was her? That girl from the shapeshifter case, from St. Louis?"
The thought had crossed his mind, as soon as Gordon called her his girlfriend. He wasn't tied to anyone but she seemed confidant that he'd win against Gordon in a fight. And he had won.
"I mean, what are the chances that another random woman shows up in the middle of a hunt and helps out, who apparently also knows who we are? It's gotta be her."
Dean was getting angry again. "Then where the hell was her partner when she was getting hurt. Why leave her to fend for herself?"
Sam shook his head. "I thought about that. I don't think she has a partner."
That didn't make a whole lot of sense. "What about St. Louis? She was with the shapeshifter but knew we were on our way, knew that SWAT was gonna show up at the house."
Sam took a deep breath. "I think it's more complicated than that Dean."
The elder Winchester studied his sibling, watching the floppy haired man stare out the window. "How much more complicated can it get, Sammy?"
Looking over at Dean, Sam's eyes were serious. "I think she's a psychic. Like me."
I suck at fight scenes. I try to make it as real as possible but I still think I suck at it. Especially this one. Let me know what you guys think. I'm gonna try getting back to work on Honor Thy Father. Peace. -Mez