Chapter 2:-
(Ok, so this started out as a little bit of fun, a PWP…but it's a fanfic so I changed my mind and wanted to put some story into it. Hope you don't mind. There'll still be plenty o'smut to get your teeth into – but smut with story.)
Wichita, Kansas:-
"So, dude, do you have her address or what? We just gonna drive around until you spot her? Curious minds need to know," Dean growled. He was tired and more than a little fed up. He craved sleep like he normally craved sex.
"Of course I have her address." Sam rolled his eyes and rifled through his pockets for the slip of paper with Rachel's details on. "We gotta head towards Cheney Reservoir and Cheney State Park, look for Mt. Vernon. She lives in a farm roundabout there."
"Roundabout?" Dean's eyebrow shot up. "Gonna need to be a little more specific than that, bud."
"I will be, when we get there." He pulled a candy bar out from his jacket pocket, opened it and broke it half, offering the smallest half to Dean.
"Thanks Bro'," Dean smirked and took the half bar of Hershey's S'mores and shoved it in whole. "Listen Sammy, it's clear you don't wanna talk about this…and I don't do this touchy-feely stuff well…but you're gonna have to tell me about this Rachel-chick."
Sam made a sound that could either be described as a grunt or a moan before speaking. "Uhhh I know. It's just…well, you know…"
"You really like this chick." It was a statement not a question. "Well, as you never go out to pick up chicks, you must have met her on the internet. At least give me some background on her so I'm up to full speed."
"Ok, yeah. I met her on the internet. She runs a Wiccan website that I've used a couple of times for research. I emailed her about a hexing spell and well…" his voice tailed off as he cheeks colored.
"Damn, Sam, I was beginning to think maybe you were batting for the other side. This is music to my ears," Dean chuckled.
Sam just rolled his eyes and went back to staring out the window. "If you're just going to make fun of me, I'll leave you in the dark."
"No, bro…enlighten me, dude," Dean teased. "Seriously, Sammy, just tell me."
Sam sighed. Dean knew how much he hated being called Sammy but it made no difference. To Dean, he'll always be Sammy.
"K. We got chatting about hexing spells and so on…finally she admitted that she's part of coven with several of her friends…" he paused trying to find a term that wouldn't make Dean judge her. In his eyes a witch is a witch no matter what. "She's more into the Wiccan lore …not hexing the locals or selling curses over the internet."
"So she's all heathen and stuff?" Dean smirked. His tongue slowly slid out and moistened his lower lip.
Sam rolled his eyes again. "Anyway, some of the children in the town are plagued by some kind of mysterious illness, and Rachel and her friends have been trying to use their magic to find what's making them sick. Trouble is, they think there's another coven – a black coven – and it looks like they are onto Rachel and her friends."
"So, you get to play the Knight in Shining Armor. Sweet." Dean turned up he volume as the music launched into Metallica's 'One' and his face became unreadable as he mulled over the new info. This Rachel chick had a coven? That had to mean plenty of babes to choose from…maybe the threesome he drooled over could become a reality…
"So this is then?" Dean asked when they pulled up outside the unassuming farmhouse.
"According to the directions and the address she gave me, yeah." Sam shoved the scraps of paper back into his jacket pocket.
Dean walked up to the door and swung the screen door open and was about to knock on the door when he realized Sam hadn't moved a muscle and was still rooted to the same spot he'd been stood in for the last couple of minutes.
"Dude, you gonna get up here and ring this chick's bell or what?" Dean motioned a sweeping arc with his arms.
Sam was gnawing on the corner of his bottom lip, staring at the ground where the toe of his boot was carving an intricate pattern into the dust.
"Sam, get over here," Dean commanded, but Sam remained stubbornly where he was.
Dean marched back over to him, kicking up dust as he went. "Dude, what the hell is wrong with you?"
"I can't do this Dean. It's one thing talking to her on the internet, but it's another thing altogether being here."
"Ooooo kay." Dean cottoned on to what was really wrong. Sam really liked this chick – and by like he meant had the hots for her. "Listen, Sammy, you had us drive 300 miles across country for this…be a shame to just get back in the car and drive away. And you said she needed out help. So…just march up to that door and knock. Thinking 'bout it's got to be a lot worse than doing it."
"You don't get it, Dean. I'm not like you. I don't need a notch on my belt for every job we do, or every town we go to…"
"Sammy, that hurts. No, really, that's just…just…well," Dean shrugged and a slow smirk crossed his features. "Yeah, I guess that kinda sums it up. But dude…" He motioned the door with another wide sweep of his arm.
"Ok, ok," Sam glared at his shorter, older, brother and took a step forward. Then another, and another. Until he came face to face with the screen door. It opened with a squeal and he tapped lightly on the wooden door behind it
Dean chuckled. "Man, that's not a knock."
Sam gulped, once, twice, and then knocked louder.
No answer.
"Oh boy," Dean shook his head and came up beside Sam. "This is a knock…"
No answer.
"Dude, this chick ain't in…" Dean started to say…but was stopped when the door swung open.
"Hey?"
Sam gulped again. "Hey…ummm, Sam…"
"Sam? Oh praise be. C'mon in," the girl smiled. "C'mon, I won't bite."
"Rachel?" His voice cracked slightly.
"Yeah …" she said in an almost apologetic tone of voice.
"I'm Dean, by the way," he called out from behind Sam's back. "It'd probably be nice to meet if this doofus ever moves out the way."
Rachel laughed softly and boldly took hold of Sam's lapels and tugged him into the hallway. "Hey to both of you. Now, c'mon in and I'll get you something to drink. I bet it's been one heck a drive?"
Sam stood looking mutely at Rachel. His mouth had dropped open giving him a goofy expression. She wasn't at all what he had been expecting, not that he was actually sure what he'd been expecting. She'd described herself accurately though. Short. Dark hair. Green eyes. Freckles.
'Cept she looked so much better than he'd been picturing, and now it felt as though all the blood had rushed south and his legs had rooted. He tried to swallow away the heat that was coursing through his body when Dean coughed beside him, grinning like an ass.
"Sam, move it." Dean rolled his eyes and gave him a nudge to follow her down the hall to where light spilled onto the floor through an open door.
Soon, they were sat down around the kitchen table, tucking into the first home cooked meal they'd had in forever and drinking hot fresh coffee while she gave them the quick run-down on what had been happening.