Footloose
AN: This will be a two-part vignette about a summer trip that Jameson, Scott, and Stiles take in mid-June. This one will be in third person point-of-view like the last one. The next, however, will switch between Jameson and Scott's perspective.
Judd: William Hurt
Rose: Annette O' Toole
Mason: Jesse Spencer
~Wayward Summer~
"You got everything there, Princess?" Jameson asked Stiles as he shoved his second bag into the back of his Jeep. Stiles just shot her a dirty look.
"You realize we're only going to be gone for like three days, dude?" Scott asked his best friend.
"Yes, I realize that, but I like packing for every eventuality." Stiles defended himself.
"I told you, Stiles I was kidding about the ghost hunt." Jameson remined him in exasperation. When she had suggested to the trip to the boys, Stiles was so stoked to go the coast for a weekend that Jameson couldn't pass up the opportunity to mess with him. She made the comment that they were actually going ghost hunting and that was only their cover story, She then went on to create this dark ghost story and just when she got the climax of the tale, she pulled the rug out from under the enthralled Stiles and said she was just kidding and that they were really going to the beach. Stiles had not been amused to say the least and spent the next two week looking up stuff on ghosts.
"I know, but just in case I may have packed a lot of salt."
Jameson smacked herself in the face as Scott rolled his eyes.
"Kidding," Stiles said, "the second bag has my pillow and blanket, and…some salt."
He grinned at his friends before closing the back up and walking to the driver's side. Scott turned and gave Jameson a look.
"I know, I know, be careful what I say in front of the kids."
"Well as long as you've learned your lesson." Scott said to her.
"Yeah, yeah. Well I'm glad I didn't tell him about the California Bigfoot then there would have been five bags." Jameson replied heading to the front of the car.
"Wait," Scott called after her, "there's a California Bigfoot?"
Jameson just looked over her shoulder at him with a mischievous grin and shrugged.
"Seriously, James, is there?"
Her only reply was to open the door and move the seat back so he could get in. He huffed knowing he wasn't going to get anything out of her this time and hopped in the back.
"You got the driving music?" Stiles asked as Jameson climbed into the front seat.
"Yep," Jameson replied opening up a shoebox on the floor in front of her seat. She dug through it until she came across the tape she was looking for. She handed it to Stiles.
"Road Trip Vol. 1?" he read the tape before popping it in the cassette player.
"And I have Volume 2 for the way back." She answered. Stiles nodded his head before firing up his vehicle. A familiar stuttering guitar and drum opening began playing over the sound system.
"Nice." Stiles compliments.
"Thank-you." Jameson says bowing a little in her seat earning her an eye-roll from Stiles.
"What song is this?" Scott pipes up from the back.
"Wh—whhat did you just say?" Jameson stuttered in horror. Scott immediately leans back.
"Hey James, James, deep breaths," Stiles attempts to calm down his friend, "You're going to have to forgive him he's a bit uncultured, he still hasn't seen Star Wars."
"What!"
"I know, right?" He says to her before turning back to Scott, "See even Miss Unconventional Upbringing has watched Star Wars."
"They're classics." Jameson says in complete seriousness, "It's a good thing I didn't leave after all. Don't worry Scott you will be a full Jedi Master before school starts. "
"Great." He said sarcastically from the back.
"You'll thank me for this one day, Scott. It could mean the difference of first and second place at Trivia Night."
"True, bro." Stiles agreed,
"Hey, rewind the tape." Jameson told her friend, "Scott's Winchester cultural education starts now."
Stiles did what she asked and waited for the familiar clicking noise, signaling the tape was ready. He pushed play and the familiar tune started up again. Stiles and Jameson shared a grin as Stiles began backing out of the drive way.
"Whoo!" Jameson exclaimed.
"All right!" Stiles sang along with the tape.
"Darling you got to let me know," Jameson began singing along with him, "should I stay or should I go? If you say that you are mine I'll be there to the end of time…"
~Wayward Summer~
"The entrance will be up here on your left. There's a big sign that says, Annabelle Lee: The Cabins by the Sea." Jameson told Scott. As it was a six hour trip, the three of them had switched off every two hours leaving Scott with the last stretch of the road.
"Okay, cool." Scott nodded eagerly.
"Annabelle Lee? Isn't that that Poe poem?" Stiles asked from the back seat.
"Yeah, I think so." Jameson responded.
"And how did you say you heard of this place?" Stiles asked suspicion lacing his tone.
"The guy who owns it is a friend of the family."
"Ah ha!" Stiles exclaimed, "You are hunting."
"Stiles! For the last time, we are not ghost hunting." Jameson said annoyed, "My Dad helped de-ghost this place about 10 years back, and since then we've been allowed to stay at a discounted rate whenever we're in town."
"Oh," Stiles said dejectedly. Both Scott and Jameson rolled their eyes.
"The guy also owns a bar, and he has a don't ask, don't tell thing about what age you are." Jameson said coaxing a smile from her spastic friend.
"I thought that's what the new IDS you got us were for?" Scott asked.
"No, those are for tomorrow when we go to the beach. Those bars do ask, but I know of a couple that are lax when it comes to how they check the card. Oh, Scott there's the turn."
Scott looked to where Jameson was point. He saw the sign she said to look out for and pushed the turn signal down. He twisted the steering wheel and turned onto the broken seashell driveway.
"The main house is on my side, just park out front. I'll run in and get our keys and shuttle passes." Jameson said to Scott. He nodded and kept a look out for the office. He spotted it a little ways down the road and turned into the have moon shaped lane and parked in front of the building.
"I'll be right, back." Jameson said before opening the door and jumping out. Scott watched her to make sure she got inside okay. Once she was out of sight, he focused on her heart beat so he would know if anything went wrong.
"So what do you think?" Stiles asked Scott.
"Think about what?" Scott asked thinking he missed something in the conversation.
"Ghosts, man." Stiles said excitedly, "Do you think she's telling the truth about this being just a vacation?"
Scott shot his friend an annoyed look.
"Oh, come on, Scott, this is Jameson. Her whole life had revolved around hunting. Do you really think she does vacations?"
"Maybe that's exactly why this was so important to her." Scott said to his friend, "I mean last week she got so excited because you told her you would teach her how to ride a bike."
"True." Stiles conceded, "Well that means I spent the past two week looking up ghost hunting techniques and watching Ghostfacers webisodes for nothing."
Scott rolled his eyes. Mid-roll he saw Jameson at the door of the main cabin. An older gentleman was walking her out, and ruffled her hair. She swatted at his hand laughingly. The man just grinned and pulled her into a hug, which strangely his blonde friend retuned.
"How come he gets to hug Jameson?" Stiles asked, completely offended. Scott shrugged but narrowed his eyes at the older man. He continues to watch as the old man released James, and sends her on her way.
"Who was that?" Stiles asks when Jameson gets back in the Jeep.
"Oh, that was Judd." She answers, "He owns the Annabelle Lee and the bar we're going to tonight."
"Oh," Stiles says.
"Okay, so we're in the Winchester Cabin at the end of the main road." Jameson told the boys.
"You guys have a Cabin named after you?" Stiles asked.
"Yeah, well, you should have seen the ghost." Jameson replied, "Judd, originally wanted to name the whole place after us-The Winchester Retreat."
"Huh," Stiles said in response.
"So just down this main road?" Scott asked.
"Yeah." Jameson replied. Scott nodded and put the car into drive and went back out on the main road. They drove for another 10 minutes before Jameson pointed her finger at a classic looking cabin, that didn't have any of the outside frills the other cabins had. Probably a reflection of the Winchester's spartan life style.
Scott pulled into the driveway and parked. Jameson immediately jumped out and ran to the back off the Jeep. Scott hopped out next and moved his seat for Stiles to get out. Scott then headed toward the back where Jameson threw him his bag. If it wasn't for his werewolf reflexes she would have whacked him in the face with it.
"Oops," Jameson said with a grin at his startled expression.
"Uh-huh," Scott murmured in disbelief, but found himself smiling back at her. Stiles came around back at that moment and grabs his stuff and handed Jameson her bag. He slams the back door shut, and the teenagers walk to the front door. Jameson unlocks it and pushes it open.
"Welcome to the Winchester Safe House," She announced. The boys followed her in and get their first good look at the cabin. It was pretty plain on the inside too, well in comparison to what they had glimpsed through the windows of the other cabins. The first room was a living room with a TV, a large couch, two recliners, and some lamps and tables. Behind the living room separated by a long counter was the kitchen. It had a large fridge, oven, stove top, microwave, and bar stools. Off the room were four other doors.
"The two rooms in the back are yours, they have a connecting bathroom. The second bathroom is that blue door there and other blue door is my room." Jameson said pointing out each door as she talked.
"Cool." The boys said.
"I'm just going to go unpack and then we can go to the camp store and get a few things." Jameson told them. The boys nodded and went to do the same. Jameson headed to her room, and took a deep breath before opening the door.
The room looked exactly as it did, two years ago. It had the same dark wood walls that look like they had been directly cut from logs. There were two twin beds; one on each side of the room, covered with red plaid comforters. In between the two beds was a faux fireplace that had kept her warm in the wintery months.
Jameson dropped her duffle on top of the dresser by the door and moved to the bed on the right side of the room. She grabbed the foot of the bed and pulled it away from the wall. Once it was a good distance away she stopped pulling and maneuvered herself in the space between the headboard and the wall. There in the right corner, usually hidden by the bed post, were three sets off initials: D.W., S.W., and J.W. Jameson ran her fingers over the letters taking particular care over the S.W.
"What if we get caught Dean?" a worried Jameson asked her big brother.
"Then I'll tell Dad it was my idea," he answered, finishing his W," Stop worrying squirt."
Jameson pouted at the nickname, she hated being called squirt. He wouldn't call her squirt anymore once she was as tall as Sammy.
"It was your idea, Dean." 17 year-old Sam said.
"Shut-up, Sammy," 21 year old Dean shot back, "That's why you two have nothing to worry about. Your turn. little bro."
"It's Sam." Sam reminded his older brother before taking the pocket knife. Dean just rolled his eyes and pulled his six year old sister into his lap. The pair watched as their brother made his mark on the wall. When he was done he turned to his sister.
"Do you want to carve your name, Jamie, or do you want me to?"
"I can do it," Jameson said eagerly, now that she knew she wouldn't get in trouble. She got out of her brother's lap and moved next to Sammy. She climbed into his lap and Sammy gave her the knife and wrapped his hand around hers, to help her carve her letters into the wall.
"Good job, Jamie," Dean said once she had finished. She turned to him with a serious face.
"It's Jameson." She said. Her big brother narrowed his eyes at her and she copied his movement, until they both began to smile.
"I'm so sorry," Dean said rolling his eyes, "I'll never do it again."
"No," Jameson exclaimed, getting up and moving towards Dean, "I like Jamie."
"I know, Squirt." Dean said pulling his sister in for a hug. Jameson made a face. Dean smiled over at Sam, knowing she was not happy with the nickname. Dean then released Jameson, and turned her around and pulled her down next to him.
"Well there it is, the Winchester siblings making their mark on the world." Dean said.
"Or taking our first step towards crime." Sam responded.
"Shut-up, Sammy."
"It's Sam."
Jameson smiled to herself at the memory. She ran her fingers over the initials one more time before pulling out a pocket knife. Under her name she began carving the letter A. It was time for another Winchester to make their mark on this world.
~Wayward Summer~
"Here we are." Jameson said as she pulled Stiles' Jeep into a parking spot at the bar Judd owned.
"The Boot Scootin' Boogie." Stiles read the sign, "You're taking us to a country bar?"
"Oh, stop being such a city boy," Jameson admonished as she got out of the car, "You'll have fun. You'll get drunk, I promise."
"I'm going to need to get really drunk to put up with this." Stiles said climbing out after the girl. Scott shook his head at the pair and got out of the front seat.
"What about you Scott?" Jameson asked.
"Could be fun." Scott answered.
"And this is why you're my favorite." Jameson said patting his cheek. Scott smiled.
"Hey!" Stiles protested.
"Nope, it's already been decided." Jameson answered before grabbing Scott's hand and pulling him along with. Scott shot a triumphant glance back at his best friend. Stiles narrowed his eyes at him, before following after the pair.
When they get to the front entrance, Jameson lets go of Scott's hand to fling the door open wide. She looked around and breathed in the scents of the place.
"Oh, how I've missed this place." She said to nobody in particular before making her way to the bar. The boys however stood in the doorway, and stared slack-jawed. Around the edges of the large bar was enclosed deck like area with tables. The bar took up most of the left wall, with a larger Wild West mural behind it. Right ahead of them was a dance floor where couples of all ages were line dancing in perfect sync. In the corner there was even a guy riding on mechanical bull.
"I need a drink." Stiles said after taking it all in. Scott just nodded his mouth still open, "Yeah, okay."
Stiles led his friend away from door and towards Jameson. By the time they got up to the bar, Jameson was chatting up the bar tender. Stiles narrowed his eyes at the man, let go of Scott and marched right up to the bar and threw his arm around Jameson's shoulders.
"Hey," he greeted. Jameson rolled his eyes amused at his protectiveness.
"Stiles this is Mason, he's Judd's son." Jameson introduced the bartender, "Mason this Stiles and Scott's…ah there you are. Mason, Scott. Scott, Mason."
"Hey," Scott greeted the bartender more politely than Stiles' head nod.
"Nice to meet you guys," Mason said, "Any friend of Jameson's is a friend of ours."
"Good, because these two plan on making some bad decisions tonight, with me following right after them." Jameson said. Mason grinned before running a hand through his short blonde hair.
"I'm all about bad decisions." He said, "So what's your poison, boys?"
Stiles and Scott exchanged looks and grinned.
"Two rum and cokes," Stiles ordered taking the bar stool next to Jameson as Scott took the one on her other side.
"Two rum and cokes, coming right up. And I assume you want your usual Jamie?"
"Yes, sir."
Mason gave her a thumbs up before moving down the long bar to get the drinks together. He came back a few minutes later with a row of shots and two taller glasses.
"Two rum and cokes, and a row of IRAs."
"Thanks, Mace." Jameson said to her friend. He nodded then moved down the counter to help the next customers.
"IRA?" Scott asked.
"It's a Jameson shooter."
"What, you have a drink named after you too?" Stiles asked,
"No," Jameson said with a laugh, "Jameson is Irish Whiskey."
"Well, that explains a lot," Stiles said. Jameson made a face and lightly punched his shoulder. Stiles laughed it off. Jameson pointed a finger warningly at him before taking one of the shooters and throwing it back. She was about to pick up her second when a voice calling her name, stopped her.
"Jameson! Jameson Winchester, as I live and breathe."
The boys watched as Jameson smiled, before slipping of her bar stool. She looked around for a second before stepping forward into a woman's arms.
"It's good to see you, Jamie." The redheaded woman said squeezing the girl tight, before pulling back, "And Judd said you brought friends with you this time."
"Yeah," Jameson answered, "Rose, I like you to meet my friends, Scott and Stiles. Boys, this is Rose, Judd's wife."
"Nice to meet you," both boys said.
"Nice to meet you too, boys. I'm just so glad our Jamie brought some friends with her this time. Friends, who I hope I don't have to get Judd and Mason give the talk too."
Rose gave Jameson a stern look. Jameson smiled.
"Like either one of them could handle me, Rose." She joked. Rose just shook her head and kissed the side of the young girl's head.
"You know, our dance is up next, Jamie-girl. You still remember the moves?" Rose asked. Jameson's grin grew bigger.
"Well these boots weren't made for walking," Jameson answered.
"That a girl." Rose said, "Mace!"
The bartender looked up at his mother expectantly.
"Take a break, Jamie's gonna dance with us."
"All right." Mason exclaimed. He took off his apron from his waist and hopped the gate of the bar.
"I'll be right back guys." Jameson told Scott and Stiles before following after Rose and Mason.
"Oh, this is something I got to see." Stiles said. He slid off his stool and grabbed his drink and followed the trio to the edge of the dance floor.
"Wait up!" Scott called out, jumping down to follow them as well. Once they reached the edge of the dance floor. Mace offered his mother and Jameson a hand. Both of them took the offered hand and Mason gave them both a twirl. Jameson laughed as she spun.
"All right, Cowboys and Cowgirls, it's time for that very special dance, FOOOOOTLOOOOSE!" the DJ announced over the loud speaker. The crowd cheered and more people began walking onto the dance floor.
"No way," Scott said as he watched Jameson line up with the woman on one side of the floor. He couldn't believe the soldier he had come to know was actually going to dance to Footloose.
"Hey, I thought this was a party? Let's Dance!" the DJ yelled as the opening strands of the song began to play the crowd went wild. The dancers began moving around and finding partners to dance with. Scott saw Mason pulled Jameson out to the floor. Mason picked her up and spun her around twice before setting her down on the ground again. She laughed as he pulled her back into a two-step dance. At some point the dancers separated back into one male group and the other women. The lined up across from each other and they began to do a shuffling dance towards each other. Somehow they didn't crash and just passed right through the other group. They turned around and did again. And Jameson was right up front looking like she was having the time of her life.
"Just when you think you know her." Stiles said to his friend.
"Yeah," Scott replied. They continued to watch the dancers as they seemed to be in a middle of some dance-off. To their surprise after the third dancer, Jameson jumped into the mix. She held her hands out like she was telling both sides to stop. She then put both hands on her hip before beginning to moonwalk.
"Damn!" Stiles exclaimed. Scott could only nod as his friend moonwalked twice in the center of the floor before moonwalking back into her group. They saw Rose pull her in to a hug. A few other dancers did solos before the group came back together and finished out the dance.
When Jameson returned to the dining area, Stiles and Scott welcomed her with applause. She made a grand bow, thanking them for their praise.
"Where did you learn to dance like that?" Scott asked.
"I spent a lot of time here growing up while Dad was on cases." Jameson said with a shrug, the openness and joy she had been showing immediately disappearing at the mention of her father. Mason caught on to this and pulled her into his side.
"Yeah, we had to keep this squirt busy," he said giving her a nuggy, "so we taught her how to dance."
"Don't call me squirt," Jameson pouted as shoved at him, making him let her go. She flipped her hair, before coming back up. "And you didn't teach me anything, Mace."
"Nuh-huh, I taught you how to open a beer bottle without an opener."
"Okay, so Rose taught me how to dance, he taught me one useful thing." Jameson teased. Mason stuck his tongue out at her.
"Well, age doesn't bring maturity," Rose said with a laugh, "Get back to work, son."
"Fine, but I like you to remind everyone that it was you who said I could take a break."
Rose raised her eyebrow at her son. Mason immediately looked down and shuffled away. Jameson grinned at his retreating back.
"Oh, how I would kill to have that super power." Jameson told Rose.
"It just takes practice, Jamie." Rose said kissing the side of the girl's head, "Well I have to go find Judd. Breakfast at our cabin, 8 o'clock sharp, don't be late."
Rose looked pointedly at each teenager. The three of them nodded.
"Good," Rose said, "It was nice meeting you boys. I'll find you later, Jamie."
The woman pulled Jameson into a hug, which the girl returned.
"See ya, Rose," she said as she pulled away. Rose smiled at her and the boys before walking away to find her husband. Jameson turned back to her boys, and saw them giving her a weird look. She didn't even want to unload what that look meant, so she quickly came up with a distraction.
"All right boys, the night is young and no bad decisions have been made yet…" She said.
"She's right, we need more drinks. Mason!" Stiles called out to the bar tender as he made his way back to the bar. Scott however hung back.
"So does my cultural education include learning how to moon dance?" he asked. Jameson laughed.
"Not tonight, we only started today and I don't want to overwhelm you." She told him, "However, I think you are ready to learn a thing or two about country dancing. Come on."
She held out her hand to him. He took it without hesitation and let her lead him out to the corner of the dance floor. She used her free hand to place his on her shoulder blade and place her hand just below his shoulder. She raised their entwined hands to about shoulder height.
"Okay ready?" she asked him.
"Yeah,"
"Okay, start forward with your left and follow my lead." She told him. He nodded and so Scott McCall's two-step instruction began. At this point Stiles realized his friends had ditched him and went out looking for them.
"James? Sco-." Stiles stopped mid-name, as he saw Jameson attempt to avoid Scott from stepping on her toes. He smiles as he watches the pair, both are laughing, something he hasn't seen Scott do since Allison ended things two months ago. And this trip is the first time he had ever seen Jameson so care free. He was glad both of his friends were beginning to heal. He took a seat at nearby table with his drink, and waited for his friends. He was in no rush though, he still had a few bad decisions to make and drinking lots of rum was definitely one of them.
~Wayward Summer~
Next Time on Wayward Tales:
The Weekend Getaway Continues in Fireball
Jameson, Scott, and Stiles hit the beach.
Learn the joys of Tequila
And Jameson runs into an old flame.
Scott and Jameson bonding moment in flashback
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