Disclaimer: I do NOT own Supernatural, nor any elements or characters from the show. If I did, I would just make this fanfic into an episode, profit, and ogle Jensen during the shoot . But alas, I only own Jesse Warner. Songs used in this installment were Seether- Hang On, 30 Seconds To Mars- Was It A Dream?, and AC/DC- Problem Child.
Blue Moon
Chapter 2: Lock, Stock, and French
I hide behind the shell
In time the pain will melt
Locks. I needed to check the locks. Kitchen draw, nightstand, and the safe room. Now. The sensible part of my brain kept telling me to relax. They were still locked as always, just as the key was in my left back pocket. I am NOT paranoid. I'm simply cautious. Turning furry once a month for the past year will do that to ya.
"Well, apparently you two have some packing to do, so, I'm gonna shower and leave you guys to it," I began, a very COLD one, "Your welcome to anything in the fridge, pantry, whatever. Mi casa es su casa. Just follow my one house rule: If its locked, don't fuck with it."
"Well," Dean began, with his trademark 'I will melt you where you stand into a puddle of goo' drop dead sexy smile, "Sam can take my car and bring our stuff over. I'll stay here and keep an eye out, just in case furball rears his ugly head."
Damnit.
"Ok, well, make yourself at home then," I replied, smiling brightly before disappearing up stairs to my room, quickly locking the door behind me. I snatched the key on my nightstand, and threw its chain around my neck. I felt calmer, safer.
After grabbing a suitable outfit for today, I padded into the master bathroom, stripping off my clothes and stepping under the icy spray. The music switched itself on to my AC/DC CD as Problem Child surrounded me with the water.
"Thank you Danny," I spoke with a smile. I watched as the words "Any time" appeared in the fogged glass of the shower stall.
I swayed my hips to the beat and rinsed the shampoo from my hair, singing along with the song. Danny's laughter echoed off the tiles before he left me in peace.
Your defenses were on high
Your walls built deep inside
Sam didn't take to the plan so well. But it all worked out in the end. We solved it the old-fashioned way. And this time, rock kicked his ass.
I was in her fridge, going through the assorted bottles of liquor, when I heard the sounds of a familiar rock song accompanied by running water.
A gorgeous woman with no inhibitions who loves drinking and rock n roll. I stared up at the off-white ceiling with a grin before adding, "Thank you God."
Grabbing a Sam Adams from the fridge, I headed upstairs to…get a look around. I couldn't help but laugh as I heard her voice carried from the acoustics of the shower. She was actually pretty good too.
"Every night
Street light
Drinkin' booze
Some run
Some fight
I win they lose"
With another gulp of beer and I wandered into her bedroom, or the room of her secret lesbian roommate. Nah, that was just a fantasy. The shackles laid out on the bed however, were not. Not sissy little handcuffs, I'm talkin' full blown shackles. Lined with velvet, set out as if Jesse wanted these to be found.
Hey, nothin' wrong with a little kink every now and again. Or, you know, all the time.
It looked well made too, some sort of steel alloy. The key, however, was nowhere to be found…unless she took it with her.
Wish I could fake itI was just beginning to dry off, when I could smell that familiar kryptonic scent that was Dean Winchester, snooping outside my bedroom.
Oh well, let him snoop. All the important stuff was hidden anyway. And no, my underwear draw does not count as important.
I almost jumped when I heard him knocking on the door. What could he possibly want, aside from the obvious sexual urges? Only one way to find out.
I wrapped my towel securely around myself, made sure everything was covered, and opened the door. The sight before me could not have shocked me more.
Dean was leaning casually against the doorframe, wearing that devious smirk again, dangling my shackles from one hand just within my reach.
First off, don't get any ideas. Though I don't mind a little kink now in then, those things are silver-steel alloy, used to lock myself up around the full moon when I'm traveling. The velvet is so I for comfort's sake if you must know. Good thing he didn't find the leg shackles; the only thing that could have made this possibly worse.
Now for the obvious question. How the fuck did he find them? I had them buried for crying out loud in the bottom of my closet.
"Hi Dean. Where did you find my toy, and why do you have it?" I asked, managing to grin back the entire time.
Smiling is the best way to mask yourself, it confuses people. Depressed? Smile. Confused? Smile. Scared shitless? Smile. Happiness may not be the best medicine, but smiling in the face of your enemies is a damn good drug.
He laughed, happy as a drunken clam. "You uh…left them on the bed."
"Did I now?" I asked, sliding past him to check the scene of the crime. The closet door was open, but nothing had been moved. At all. Only one culprit could be behind. I took a deep breath. Stay calm Jesse, its what he does, he's your best friend, he's…
"DANIEL HAYDEN YOU GET YOUR ASS IN THIS ROOM RIGHT NOW MISTER AND EXPLAIN!!"
Needless to say Dean looked at me as if I were insane. I grabbed a jar of graveyard dirt from the top of my dresser, and threw a pinch into the air.
"What?" the spirit asked.
"Was there a reason to throw my nice shackles on the bed?"
"Yes. It made me laugh," he replied, voice completely serious.
Daniel Hayden was my childhood friend, confidant, and 200-year-old spirit who resided in the Warner House since his death at the age of 24.
"Well, glad we could be of amusement," added Dean with another grin.
"Danny..its just….I," I threw my hands into the air in frustration before turning to Dean. "Do you know French?"
Again, he looked at me oddly. "No, why?"
"Good," I replied in relief before facing the empty space that my dead friend occupied.
"Are tu aberant?! Dean puovoir être trouver dehors mon porte! Elle est ton poste sur protéger moi, ne pas avoir moi tuer selon chasse!"
I didn't have to see Dean's face to know of his bewilderment. It was only worse after Daniel replied.
"Se détendre mon copain. Ton porte est sûr avec moi. Je promesse."
Relax? Yeah, easy for him to say! He's already dead. Still, I wanted this fight to be over with. We could get it out later if we had to. Somewhere private where we were free to speak English.
I sighed before responding, ""Tu avoir mieux. Parce que si mon porte arriver dehors, Tu suis mort. Un manière ou bien un autre, elles aller courir après moi duvet et tuer moi."
I could feel his presence surrounding me, holding me like I was a fallen sibling who had scraped her knee. I wish it were that simple.
"Je aller jamais laisser elles to porte si je découvrir," he began to whisper in my ear "Je aller faire tout en mon puissance vers garder ton porte ."
I nodded, "Merci," and he was gone once again, leaving me alone with Dean.
"Hey guys I heard yelling…is this a bad time?"
Great. Thanks Sam. Perfect fucking timing right there. Now I have to do one of really annoyingly long explanations about why I was wearing only a towel and yelling French while Dean was holding a pair of shackles. Without explaining too much. Seriously God, what is the deal today?
"Ok, that was the Warner House ghost, Daniel Hayden. He's been living in this house for generations since he died trying to protect Rose Warner over 2 centuries ago. He's not dangerous, he does not need to be salt-n-burned; he's just a bit of a prankster."
"So I see," Sam replied, looking away sheepishly. He was taller then Dean for Christ's sake, built like a Titan, and yet he was shy as a newborn pup. It was almost cute, almost. Shy boys were not my type. At all.
Yeah I'm a selfish bastard
But at least I'm not alone
"Ok Sam," I began, dropping Jesse's toy on the bed and walking towards the door, "Lets give the woman her privacy."
Sam's expression said 'You, privacy?'. Haha Sam, very funny.
"Of course. We'll just be unpacking."
Jesse nodded, clutching the towel even tighter. It was kinda cute how modest she could be after flouncing around in jeans and a bra. Selective modesty.
"Uh huh," she replied, "You go do that."
Sam followed me out in the hall, closing the door softly behind him.
"Since when do you give any woman privacy?" he asked, grabbing a bag.
"Since I need to talk to my omnipotent brother. Do you speak French?"
(That's all till Ch 3! LEAVE ME REVIEWS!!!…please?)
TRANSLATIONS
J-"Are tu aberant?! Dean puovoir être trouver dehors mon porte! Elle est ton poste sur protéger moi, ne pas avoir moi tuer selon chasse!"
(Eng-Are you insane?! Dean could have found out my secret! Its your job to protect me, not get me killed by hunters!)
D- "Se détendre mon copain . Ton porte est sûr avec moi. Je promesse"
(Relax my friend. Your secret is safe with me. I promise)
J- "Tu avoir mieux. Parce que si mon porte arriver dehors, Tu suis mort. Un manière ou bien un autre, elles aller courir après moi duvet et tuer moi."
(You had better. Because if my secret gets out, I'm dead. One way or another, they will hunt me down and kill me.)
D- "Je aller jamais laisser elles to porte si je découvrir. Je aller faire tout en mon puissance vers garder ton porte ."
(I will never let them discover your secret if I can. I will do everything in my power to keep your secret as just that, a secret)
J- "Merci."
(Thank you)