Disclaimer: I don't own Supernaturals, it belongs to the creator and other respective owners.
Note: This is the sequel to New House Guests so I suggest you read that first.
Two Guys and a Girl
Riley, Dean, Sam, and John all sat at the table. They all eyed Riley suspiciously.
They didn't know what to think if her. Her parent's book sat in the middle of the table right next to the infamous Winchester Diary.
"So…"
Dean said trying to break the uncomfortable silence. He furrowed his eyebrow as he tried to think of something to say. She laughed inwardly at the funny look on his face.
"But we were really broken up!"
Sam cut out of the silence.
"I mean I looked at Dean's car… it's totaled."
He said anger and confusion mixed on his face. He didn't seem to trust her, actually, none of the three seemed to trust her.
"Look guys I'll explain everything when I'm ready. I think for now you should just feel lucky you didn't die."
Riley said and stood up. She pushed her chair back in and grabbed her book off the table.
"I think there's something you might be interested in…follow me."
She said warmly. The boys waited for there father to nod and stand before standing themselves. She scoffed a little, she couldn't believe that they didn't trust her. She walked down the hall until they reached the farthest room back. She'd only been in it a couple times to unpack some old books and she'd never looked back. She pointed to one of the numerous shelves that lined the walls.
"Most of the books in this library came with the house but some are reference books like for demons and ghosts etc. A lot of the ones that the previous owner left behind also fall into the occult, demons, etc. region. I always kind of thought it was all fake but somehow I knew it was real even when I was just a kid. Real…"
She stared out the window.
".. and out there."
"Well thanks for everything."
Dean said kind of spooked by her sudden seriousness.
"You can't leave."
She said sort of cryptically.
"What?"
Dean asked in alarm. She turned back toward him the color back in her face.
"Your car is totaled."
"She has a point Dean."
Sam said flipping through the pages of a nearby book. John just nodded looking at the extensive collection she had.
"Am I the only person who finds this weird?"
Dean asked loudly, everyone stared at him questioningly.
"OH COME ON… I mean a 19 year old daughter of demon hunters lives in a house in the middle of nowhere, she magically heals us without expecting us to ask questions, she has a book eerily similar to our father's, AND now she has library full of reference books, left behind by the previous owner I might add, that just so happen to be about the unexplained side of our world. How do we know she's not evil?"
Dean asked. She stared at him in shock.
"Well fine Dean if you don't want my help, why don't you drive your own car into town and fire up the torches and don't forget those pitchforks okay? Because I'm not backing down from an accusation without one hell of a fight."
Dean looked at Sam who just shrugged, not wanting to be included in a pointless fight. John just sat back and watched it unfold.
"Well even you have to admit its kind of creepy!"
Dean said to the now angry Riley.
"No, what's creepy is you accusing me without proof! So what if I don't feel like telling you my every secret. That doesn't make me evil or a demon dean, it makes me human."
She practically growled at him as she stormed out of the room.
"What's her problem… huh?"
Dean said pointing in the direction she'd just left. Sam just raised his eyebrows and continued his book. John smiled knowingly and grabbed a book before sitting across from his youngest son. They'd decided to ignore Dean and he knew why. Dean rolled his eyes.
"I guess I should apologize."
He sighed and turned toward the door. He searched the bottom floor before finally finding her on the porch swing. He walked out and sat down next to her.
"Nice day…"
He said trying to break the ice. She didn't reply.
"I'm sorry, it's just we've had run-ins with evil women and well I don't hand trust out easily, especially not to attractive women. "
She turned to him pain and anger flooded her face quickly before she calmed and her face returned to a somber state.
"Do you really think I would have helped you if I wanted you dead? All I saw was a bleeding man who needed help, sometimes it's that simple Dean."
She stood and walked over to the railing. She put her hands on the long white railing and looked at his car. He stood and walked over standing right next to her.
"We should probably get that fixed and get out of your hair."
He said and scratched the back of his head smiling.
"You can't call a tow truck, they don't run this far from town. Anyway they'd be kind of suspicious of all the blood on the inside of the car."
Riley said as she opened the door to go back into the house.
"But I was planning on going into town later. We can see what our options are then. Meanwhile make yourself comfortable."
She pointed to the living room and he walked in as she drifted off toward the library. Dean looked around the living room. It held 3 basic pieces of furniture. A sofa or maybe a loveseat it was hard to tell, a big cabinet with all her videos and DVD's in it, and a TV on top of a small stand which held the combination DVD/VHS player. He sat down grabbing the remote from the side of the couch and flipped through the channels.
Riley drifted into the library where Sam was still reading. John must have wandered off. She figured that things were okay between her and Dean but she still wasn't sure about Sam. He'd been eyeing her suspiciously for a while but didn't actually say anything to her. She pulled up a chair sitting in it backwards and asked
"What'cha readin'?"
Sam looked up from his book and his eyes narrowed a little at her sudden interest in him.
"Just some interesting facts about some ghosts. Why? It's okay that I'm using your library right?"
She nodded as he gazed at her curiousness glinted in his eyes.
"At least someone's getting use of it. I tend to shy away from this room."
She said and Sam raised one eyebrow at her, surprised.
"Not that I don't like reading… I'm more of a cheesy romance type of girl."
He smiled and nodded.
"You know I never would have pegged you for the cheesy romance type."
He said closing the book he'd been reading and focusing on her.
"Well first impressions are usually never true."
She said grinning.
"What was your first impression of me?"
Sam asked curious to hear the answer. She replied using a fake British accent.
"I thought you were a bloody mess!"
She smiled at her own joke. He smiled wide and a laugh escaped him. It wasn't the joke itself but how funny she'd said it.
"Nice pun."
He said holding back the urge to laugh in her face at how ridiculous and cute she'd looked and acted.
"I know that Sam, but I always appreciate a good compliment."
She looked at her watch and then looked back at him.
"Oh well I'm gonna go make lunch. You enjoy your book."
She stood and glanced back at him once before walking away. As she walked away she bit her lower lip and smiled. Sam watched her leave before laughing a little and returning to his book.
Riley stood in the kitchen a mess of sandwich supplies in front of her. She still had to cut up the fruit after this and there wasn't much time if she wanted to make it into town that night. Of course the only reason she was going into town two days early was because she needed groceries for herself and the three men staying with her. She spread some mayonnaise on a piece of bread. She hummed a tune as she did so and felt amazingly happy. She considered reasons why and then figured it must have been the whole thing with Sam. That was when Dean walked in.
"You know with all the channels you get in the middle of nowhere, you'd think something good might… just might be on but no, nothing worth watching…"
He added a little husky growl at the end of his sentence showing his frustration. She smiled brightly at him.
"You know what could keep you occupied…"
She said and his head shot up to look right into her eyes. She motioned to the mess of food before her.
".. you could help me."
He smiled and stood mischief mingling in his eyes.
"okay, I'll help but first…"
He dipped his finger into the mayo and ran a streak down her face.
"You got a little something…"
He teased and rubbed his mayo free hand on his own cheek.
"Oh it's on!"
She said loudly and threw some cut up lettuce at him. He ducked it just in time and cupped her face in one hand. He licked his thumb.
"Let me get that for you."
He said never losing eye contact with her as he wiped the mayo off her cheek with his thumb and then stuck his thumb in his mouth. She watched as he closed his eyes savoring the flavor.
"mmm… sweet."
She kept her eyes locked on him as he grinned slyly and turned to leave the room. She bit her bottom lip and sighed confused. This definitely wasn't going to end well.