Disclaimer: You all know how this dance goes. I don't own Supernatural, or the songs used in this fanfic. All belongs to lucky millionaires, I only own Jesse and Daniel(and yes, I love them!) Songs used in this chapter are Seether- Hang On, Papa Roach- Take Me, and 30 Seconds To Mars- A Beautiful Lie.
Blue MoonChapter 4: Just A Dash Of Jealousy
I'm burning in the heavens
By the time I had gotten home the sun was a fiery orb in the sky, the clouds around it looked like a fresh bleeding wound. Hell, it still looked pretty. Everything reminds you of gore when you're me, and it's the night before three nights of full moon.
I walked inside caked in sweat, the iPod shuffle clipped to my shorts blasting Bring 'Em Back Alive by Audioslave from forlorn ear buds dangling around my neck. I kicked off my sneakers and dragged my soggy corpse into the kitchen, intent on a bottle of water and another shot.
The latter action, however, was impeded by the sight in the kitchen. Sam and Dean were at the kitchen table, a pile of at least 8 burgers and 5 cartons of fries between them. A feast to clog thy arteries. The growl of my stomach reminded me I hadn't eaten a thing all day.
"Welcome back," said Dean, taking in my sight with a grin. He was admiring my jogging shorts, French cut style with blue nylon and white piping. Note to self: Get baggier shorts.
"Have a nice jog?" Sam asked, picking up another burger.
I nodded. "Yeah. Helps me clear my head," and ignored the food to go to my fridge, grabbing a cold bottle of water and squirted a generous amount onto my face. Waterproof eyeliner is a blessing, as was the black halter. See, there's a reason to despise white.
Unfortunately the action gained Dean's attention. Shit. I hadn't thought of that.
Don't blame me! Have you ever been on a 5 mile run without food and drank ice-cold water? You will vomit. I know, there's no food, how can you vomit? Hell if I know, human anatomy was never my cup of tea. Your digestive system finds a way; like fate, but in the worse possible way.
I looked over the food in my fridge dismissively as my stomach protested yet again. Silence fiend! I'll find something to shut you up.
Problem was it didn't want something. It wanted meat. Damn men and their burgers. I was not going to interrupt their meal. For once I was going to be polite. Maybe turn a new leaf.
"Your free to join us," Sam said out of nowhere, during my raid of the kitchen cabinets.
"Yeah, grab a burger and a seat," added Dean, pulling a chair out beside him. Hey, who was I to object to free food?
I gave my life away
There's nothing left to say
Sam's hacking turned up nothing. He said he needed more time, and his laptop needed to be charged. So, I sat next to the gorgeous redhead trying to not watch her and decipher her body language at the same time. Something I was particulary good at. You don't have to be College Boy to be a genius.
At the surface, she looked normal, well except for the part where she was polishing off her second burger. How did such a little woman have such a huge appetite? It seemed phsycially impossible.
Matebolisms aside, she looked regular. No nervous movements I could pick out, except her eyes. If you looked really closely, you could see them flicking to one drawer across the room. A quick glance while she wasn't looking revealed a small keyhole on its front. Can you say porte?
There was still something else. As if with all her loose and relaxed movements she was still stiff and confined. I shook it off as a lack of sleep and returned to the task of feasting.
Somewhere during this Jesse excused herself to shower, something about sweat becoming an uncomfortable coating of skin. I was watching her move, but not really listening. Can you blame me? I mean, c'mon, look at the shorts!
I didn't break my progression of eating until I heard the water turn on again, looking to my brother with a devious grin. He gave me 'your crossing the line' face. I ignored it.
"Hey Sammy, got a paperclip?"
And I'm drowning in a hell
It was late. How late exactly, I didn't know, nor care.
I'd spent the whole night watching a CSI marathon with the guys, waiting to almost get killed. It never came, Eric I mean. Shouldn't call it and It. It would make me an It. I'm not an it. I'm a Jesse. Keep telling myself that enough maybe it'll come true. Mmhm, and kittens bark.
Dean elected to stay up, telling Sam they'd watch the place in 4 hour shifts. It was all I really caught before dragging myself into bed. Too much Haloperidol, I didn't think there was such a thing.
I stripped out of my clothes, threw on a night shirt, and was dead to the world by the time by head collided with the pillows.
My soul is in a coma
And none of my friends can tell
You could hear them screaming. Calling out your name. Not to help, but to run. To get out. You didn't. You ran back through the kitchen to living room, determined to save them. But determination counts for nothing when you're facing the supernatural with only willpower and your own strength.
It was too late for them. The stench telling you so even before your eyes caught sight of what little remained. They didn't want to believe it was human, that it was anything but meat. You ran, as fast you ever had, for the back door.
But it wasn't enough. It never was. It was pinning you down to the dew covered grass, jaws latched onto your right thigh. Its ice blue eyes looked at you, but it wasn't so. The eyes were yours. The victim was your prey, and all you wanted was to devour it in carnal joy. To drink every last drop of the crimson juice, rip into the sweet muscular meat, and wallow in what little was left.
I shot awake from my sheets once again, this time worse then before. Nothing registered, except my heartbeat and the labor of my lungs daring to work. Muscles rippled under my skin like something alive, making the pale mass look like water. It was stretching at the surface, threatening to break and spill at any moment.
I wouldn't do it. I would not. Telling myself that however, was about as helpful as spitting at the man who made me.
I flew to the nightstand, but I couldn't find the damned key! Supernatural night vision still couldn't even spot it. Damn it all.
My frustration got the best of me, and the draw was ripped from its place and onto the floor, scattering syringes and vials everywhere.
I scrambled on the hardwood, desperately until I filled a syringe with 20 mils of Haloperidol and 40 mils of silver nitrate. Twice the normal dose. It would help. It would save me. Or it would kill me. But my options were limited, die from meds, die from a silver bullet special courtesy of the Winchester brothers, or die later.
I'm a werewolf, not immortal. Death would come, the only question was when.
Apparently, unless something changed drastically, not tonight. My skin stopped dancing, my heart rate slowed back to some semblance of normalcy, and my lungs were no longer working their metaphorical asses off. Yippee.
Still, sleep would not come again tonight. I knew it already. Dreaming you killed the ones you loved will do that to you. I knew I hadn't. I knew it was Eric. But logic really does nothing for emotions. They will still kick your ass like salt to a spirit.
But hey, I wasn't alone. Danny was up. It was time to once again continue our old tradition. Amazing how some things just never change.
Lie awake in bed at night
And think about your life
Do you want to be different...
It's time to forget about the past
To wash away what happened last
"Dean!" I yelled after him as he ran past me to the basement. The door was locked, heavy on the was. The key had seen to that. He should not be going down there. I knew it. Because he wouldn't like what he found
Still he went.
I could only watch as he flung open the door to reveal what looked like a small lab. Silver melting station for bullets, glass vials, massive bottles of chemicals. But that wasn't the worse. I was ignoring the worse. Ignore it and it wasn't there. That's what Dean always taught me.
Not this time.
There in the back corner was a cage. And inside that cage was Jesse Warner, her eyes glowing ice blue, filled with fear. They sparkled, threatening to spill forth those salty tears. They looked down the barrel of Dean's gun.
Soft and innocent as an angel she whispered, those four final words.
"Please don't kill me…"
Deans finger wrapped around the trigger, his eyes full of malice.
Then I woke up, wrapped in cotton linens, trying to get my bearings.
Jesse wasn't evil. She just wasn't. I would have sensed it. So her eyes changed colors, a lot of peoples do when under stress or fear. Deans go emerald when he's pissed off, kind of a warning flare to shut one's cake hole. But then, what is she hiding? We never could get that draw open...
It was just a dream. Of course, I knew it was a lie. Lying to myself, hey, better then lying to everyone else. Despite popular opinion, I think I got the better half of the Winchester genes.
2am. It was about an hour till I had to take up Dean's shift. I could stay up till 3 and feign sleep, or not. I rose from my bed and resigned myself to watch patrol.
When I got downstairs to see Dean, asleep on the couch, I realized I wasn't alone. I could hear two voices, coming from another room in the house. It was close, down the hall on the left.
I followed it to come across a comforting sight. It was Jesse, playing chess. I tried to ignore the fact that she was only wearing a Metallica shirt that barely hit her at midthigh sitting down.
At first glance it looked as if she was alone. Then a knight opposite her moved and took out a rook, much to her frustration. It was so…innocent. Again my brain tried to answer that inexplicable question. How could Jesse Warner be evil?
That I'm reaching out and getting nothing
This is just a story of a broken soul
"Hey! You cheated!"
"Did not," he replied with a grin, looking over the board again patiently.
"Did too!" I replied, throwing a bit of graveyard dust on him so I could see him. I wanted to see his incredulous expression.
"Did. Not," he countered with a grin.
"Did. TOO!"
He stuck his tongue out me, and I giggled. I fucking giggled. A 200-year-old dead guy just stuck his tongue out at me. How very mature of him. Then again, I, Jesse of the Gigglefit, was not in any position to cast stones.
"Prove it,"
Oh that rat bastard.
"And I'm not a rat"
"Well, there! You just proved it yourself!" I answered triumphantly, moving my bishop into positon. "Check mate"
He paused, looking over the board thoughtfully. "You sly minx."
"Umm, I don't mean to interrupt," Sam replied, standing outside the great archway leading into the study, "But do you mind if I join you?"
Jeeze, I hadn't even known he was standing there. Note To Self: Do not double dosage unless sure thy will not be spied upon.
"Not at all. Good game Danny."
He nodded and left the room, off to haunt some other section of the house. I eyed Sam warily as he took the now empty seat across from me.
"What are you doing up?" he asked.
"I could ask you the same question."
"Couldn't sleep. You?"
"Bad dream. Really, really bad dream," I replied, putting my pieces back in their places as Sam did the same.
"You get those a lot?"
I shrugged. "Sort of. Just, don't get this particular one so often," I said as I moved a pawn foreward.
"I think I know the feeling."
20 minutes later the number of pieces were slim. It was a great game so far. Sam was a terrific player, and not so much that I couldn't counter some of his moves.
"Can I ask you something?" he said out of the blue, looking at me with those big hazel puppy dog eyes.
"Shoot."
"How did you get away from a werewolf?"
Hey, it was a damn good question.
"Well, for starters it happened right here, in this house. My parents died in a car crash when I was 4, and my mums parents took me in. That night I heard them scream, tried to save them, but it was too late. I ran out the front door, but I wasn't quick enough. The thing, Eric, had me pinned, and then he was thrown off me. It was Danny. That night he saved my life."
"Now I see why you keep him around," he replied, moving his queen to the right.
"Damn straight," I nodded, taking out his queen with my rook. "Ok, I answered your question, so you answer mine. How does a sasquatch get puppy dog eyes?"
"Well, you see," he began, hand moving to remove the fallen queen the same time mine did. We touched digits and I no longer needed an answer, I just saw it. Fire, death, demon, parents, girlfriend. Poor bastard.
"Never mind," I answered breathlessly.
"How did you do that?"
I honestly had no fucking clue, which I relayed to him.
"Danny?" I asked into the darkness of the flickering candlelight. Danny and I always played chess by candlelight. It's tradition.
'Sorry' he replied in my mind 'I thought it might be better for you to see. Be careful, he is powerful and intelligent in a way that could prove dangerous to you. I kept them from opening the draw, but they are curious. Guard you secret well mon ami,' he whispered and was gone with a flicker of the candles flames in his breeze.
"It was Danny. He thought it might be easier if you didn't have to explain. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, intrude on your mind or anything. And I'm even more sorry about…well..everything."
He grinned it off, saying it was nothing. It reminded me of, well, me. Except different. His smile was all calm and innocence. Mine hadn't been innocent for almost a year, if not earlier. Never was much for the proper young lady scene.
I moved my pawn foreward with a smirk before saying those two glorious words. "Check mate."
"You…you killed me with a pawn?"
"Hell yea, me and the President," I grinned, trying to keep a straight face. He laughed, and my own spilled out as well to join his. It was so..easy. Like Danny, just another brother from another mother.
"Having fun?" a cold voice asked from the darkness of the archway. It was meant to be light and calm, but I could feel the stab of cruelty, of jealousy. Was it because I was befriending his brother? Or was it because his brother was befriending me.
I didn't want to know. I did NOT want to KNOW.
It was my mental mantra, rinse and repeat it. Maybe it'll come true. But then again, we have reality.
I can't control the need
To weak to not concede
I woke up, dreaming of a certain female hunter in the back of my Impala while blasting Def Leppard's Pour Some Sugar On Me. To say I was pissed off to not still be in said dream would be an understatement. A very, very, big one.
Then I heard the cause of my awakening. Laughter. Jesse's by the sound of it. And someone else's...
Sam. You thieving bastard.
(que the suspenseful music What will Jealous!Dean do to Sammy? Can Danny keep them out of that drawer forever? How will Jesse hide her secret when the moon is slowly rising? R&R to find out!)