Chapter 5:
Stepping out of the shower, Fiona glanced at herself in the mirror as she covered up with a towel. After brushing her teeth, she walked out of the bathroom and downstairs, figuring the boys were asleep, she could walk around in her towel towards the kitchen to get a glass of orange juice. She still had no idea how she was going to confront Dean; he was a very determined person who is willing to do anything to get what he wants. Contemplating over how she was going to go through her day avoiding Dean, she walked towards the refrigerator opening it up as she grabbed her orange juice. Just as she began to pour the juice into a glass, she heard the continuous noise of fingers hitting a keyboard, typing furiously. Slowing turning her head over her shoulder, she found Sam sitting at the table with his back towards her typing away.
"You could acknowledge my presence you know, instead of just typing on your laptop, making me look like a fool standing here wrapped in a towel." Fiona stated trying to make the feel of the room a bit happier. Hearing no reply, Fiona walked over towards him and sat down at the table as she ran her finger across the rim of her glass, nervously.
"Okay, so maybe I deserve the silent treatment. Hell, I would probably do the same. But Sam, I wish I could have been there when all of those horrible things happened, but you have to understand. I couldn't, and it kills me that I wasn't able to do anything to stop it all." Fiona explained attempting to make amends with Sam. Drumming his fingers on the keyboard as he lost concentration on his search, he looked up at Fiona. Realizing she grabbed his attention, she couldn't help but smile. "Sam, I would do anything to make it up for you and I'll do anything for you not to tell Dean. It's too much for him." Fiona pleaded as she dropped her hand next to the glass.
"Can you fix the deal?" Sam asked referring to Dean's deal he made with the demon, as he stared at Fiona. Seeing her guilt ridden and sad expression he already knew the answer to that question. "I can't, I'm sorry." Fiona apologized as Sam averted his attention back towards the laptop. "Fine, Can you at least make sure he will not go to Hell? He's saved so many lives he deserves better." Sam stated coldly, he didn't want to plan Dean's death but if Fiona has connections, he might as well use that to his advantage.
"I'll try Sam, I truly will, but, I can't make any promises." Fiona further explained before taking a sip of pulp free orange juice. Standing up she placed the empty glass into the sink before turning around to face Sam's back. "Let me know if I can help you out in anyway Sam, I really do want to make it up for you even though I know there's nothing that can make up for what you lost." Fiona added before walking out of the kitchen and back upstairs to change into some clothes.
This is going to be one hell of a long day. Fiona thought to herself as she arrived upstairs, only to see Dean turning the corner from his room down the hallway, opposite of Fiona's room.
Dean, being the taller one, just stared her down, not in the way that one would expect Dean Winchester to check a woman out, but in the way of disappointment and almost hatred; Almost being the keyword there.
"Going up to Starbucks, just telling you in case you want to make a sudden getaway and see that the Impala, belonging to me, is gone." Dean stated reminding her of the previous night.
"Yeah, well I hope you two have a grand ol' time, driving around." Fiona stated, knowing how Dean is with the impala, as she brushed past him and walked towards her room. While closing the door behind her, Dean mumbled something along the lines of "Uptight bitch" as he descended the stairs. Walking into the kitchen he found Sam staring intently at the laptop screen. "Find yourself a porn site, Sammy?" Dean asked as he walked around the table to stare at the screen also. "Morton Mansion. What is that some kind of new playboy mansion?" Dean asked as he read the name under the picture of a giant old house. Sam sighing loudly at his brother's arrogance explained "Actually it's rumored to be haunted, Dean." Sam scrolled further down the screen for more information as Dean walked away.
"Have fun with that, I'm going to go to Starbucks." Dean stated quickly, not wanting to work on anything with his mourning coffee. "Dean I think we-" Sam began just as he was cut off by the front door closing. Scoffing, he glanced out the window and saw his older brother closing the car door and backing out of the driveway and driving down the street.
It wasn't until 10 minutes later that Sam was no longer alone, Fiona walked into the kitchen wearing a pair of blue jeans with a red wife beater and a gray zip up hoodie.
"Your not one of those myspace creeps, are ya Sam?" Fiona asked with a smile causing Sam to come out of his serious investigative manner. Sam shook his head as she sat next to him. "So serious." She added seeing him go back to staring intently at the screen as she sat down, hearing this caused him to give a small smile followed by a small laugh.
"Actually, I've come up with a way you can help us and make up for everything." Sam stated causing Fiona to stare at him with caution. "Which would be?" She asked staring at Sam, who answered by just turning the laptop around to face her.
"The Morton Mansion?" She asked as she read the screen and looked at the picture of the gloomy broken down mansion. "Keep Reading." Sam simply told her as he leaned back in his chair similar to the way an old man who when sitting in a Laz-E-Boy recliner.
Skimming over the paragraph, she read aloud, "Throughout the years there have been dozens of deaths taken place here every four years" averting her stare towards Sam she raised her eyebrow in question. "Every four years? Sounds like a thriller flick, your not wanting to go all Scooby-Doo on this place are you?" She asked referring to the cartoon and their haunted investigations. Seeing his expression, she already knew the answer causing her to sigh loudly. "You want me to hunt with you?" Sam smiled seeing Fiona's realization of his plan for her to start making up for everything.
"Sam, I have a job-
"Which is non-existent, since it was well, burned down." Sam explained reminding her of their little reunion. Fiona stood up crossing her arms over her chest, as she began pacing the kitchen. "So, What do you say?" Sam asked, knowing she was going to say yes because of her guilty conscience. "Do you even have the timing right on this thing, I mean has it been four years since the last time? Plus, what night does it occur on? How far away is it?" Fiona rambled off, questioning Sam. "Well, we can arrive there on 28th, because the leap year starts the 29th, so we can be there during the beginning of the leap year and catch whatever is killing people." Sam explained as Fiona clenched her jaw tightly. "You did say you wanted to help us out every possible way that you can." Sam reminded her while causing her to stare at him.
"I think I'm going to go take a walk and think this through awhile. I mean, damn, how long has it been since I hunted out on the road." Fiona stated more to herself then to Sam. Nodding his head, he understood what she meant. "Alright, I'll just be here researching if you need to talk." Sam told her hinting that he would continue being the good friend he was without holding regrets on her. Giving a slight smile, Fiona thanked him as she began walked towards the door. Leaving Sam alone in the house, researching on their next case.
One of the pros of living in a small town is that you can walk to just about anywhere. Passing several small town shops, Fiona waved at the shop owners who greeted her warmly with a smile. "Beautiful day, Fiona!" The elderly woman who wore the blondest wig that made her look like the future Britney Spears in Grandma form. "Good mourning to you too, Miss Crumplebottom and yes it is a beautiful day!" Fiona greeted with a friendly wave as she walked on the sidewalk on the other side of the street, opposite Miss Crumplebottom. Sam wants me to hunt with them again; Damn kid has no idea how hard he is making all of this for me. Having to explain my past to him was hard enough, but hunting with Dean?! He must really want me to go through the pain of living with guilt. Fiona reflected as the fall wind brushed against her tan complexion, causing her chestnut colored hair to flow in the wind.
Having no idea where her feet were taking her, Fiona kept reflecting over the decision she was faced with and what would the outcome be if she agreed to go hunting with them again. Career wise, she kept going back and forth over what would happen with her job, would they just forget about her? She would also have to lose all close contact, meaning; she would have to inform Katherine on what's going on. Katherine was always the caring type of person who always thought before acting, the total opposite of Fiona.
Stopping at an intersection, Fiona didn't notice the black Impala sitting behind the crosswalk, which she was walking on at the time.
After changing the radio station, Dean glanced up to see if it was okay for him to go, it wasn't because of the pedestrian who was walking on the crosswalk in front of his car at the moment.
"Wheels go round and round, you're on my mind, restless hearts sleep alone tonight." The familiar voice of Steve Perry belted out on the radio in Dean's car causing him stare at the radio. Stupid radio station. He thought quickly before changing it ignoring the voice on the radio talking about some sports game, Dean sighing out of frustration honked his horn. For what reason? He didn't know, he just had the impulse too.
Startled, Fiona turned angrily around saying, "Listen you perv-" but she stopped mid-sentence seeing the familiar Impala. "Need a ride? It's a long walk from out here." Dean asked as she walked over towards the passenger side, opening the door as she climbed inside. "Thanks." She stated as she closed the door just before Dean drove past the intersection. Sitting in the silence, Fiona stared out the window as the drove through the town. She always hated silence; to her silence was a scary sound. In silence there is no life, at least that was her perspective on it. Figuring enough was enough in their little fight going on between the two, Fiona decided to amend it, or at least attempt to.
"Listen Dean, the reason I up and left that night was because I met someone who made me feel normal again." Fiona stated causing her to bit her bottom lip soon after as she stared out the window. Dean did a quick glance towards her and back towards the road.
"So you just got up and left because you didn't feel normal with me. Right…How about trying being truthful this time." Dean stated reading her like a book, knowing she didn't tell him the truth.
"Dean I got tired of this hunting thing, I didn't want to see that part of life anymore, it all just became too much." Fiona stated staring at him as he ignored her stare.
"So what? You couldn't tell me?" Dean asked as he began to speed down the road turning onto a street on the left. Fiona taking notice of Dean speeding quickly turned her head to stare at him. "Well, Dean, your aren't the easiest person to confront about things and you aren't the best person to deal with things well." Fiona explained making a small reference to his fast driving, just as he made a very fast and wide turn onto another street; Causing Fiona to lean towards him, as they turned right.
"See!" Fiona exclaimed making her point as to how he doesn't handle news that well. She sat up straight and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "You know it takes a lot for a person to live through all that we do and still want to continue this type of work." Dean muttered causing Fiona to turn and glare at him. "I handled it perfectly well! Why is that whenever you want the freaking truth and I tell you the truth you always have to offend me or insult me in some way! Can't you just man up and accept the truth as it is and realize you can't do shit to change it because it already happened Dean!" Fiona exclaimed as they pulled into the driveway. Quickly she opened the passenger door and climbed out just before she slammed it closed, leaving Dean in the car as she walked back into her house.
"Stupid Idiot!" Hearing this, Sam looked up baffled, seeing Fiona angrily walk upstairs and into her room. "Talk to Dean I assume?" Sam asked causing her to stop on the steps and walk back down and into the kitchen in her red wedges. "You'd think someone who wants to hear the truth, would respect what you tell him and leave it at that, realizing there is nothing they can do to fix it. But no, Not Dean, He just insults you!" Fiona exclaimed in a lower tone as she grabbed a breakfast bar and unwrapped the wrapper.
"You told him the truth?" Sam asked confused and surprised at the same time. After swallowing the strawberry bits in her mouth, she replied, "Not the whole truth" as she walked over and sat on the counter.
"Where is he right now?" Sam asked causing Fiona to quirk an eyebrow as she jumped off the counter and walked towards the window, pushing the curtain to the side as she peered out. "That's a really good question, Sam." She replied as she let go of the curtain and turned around towards Sam.
Sighing, Fiona walked over towards the end of the table and sat down across from Sam, facing him. "So decide to join us on the hunt?" Sam asked causing Fiona to look up and did a quick glance towards the window and back towards Sam.
"Your brother just disappeared, and you're worried about me going hunting with you again?" Fiona asked astounded by Sam's sudden question. Sam shaking his head with a small smile replied, "You know as well as I do that Dean just drove off to clear his head." Realizing that what Sam said was true; Fiona laid her head on her arms, which were crossed on the table. Seeing her state, Sam being always the caring one, decided to ask, "What exactly did you tell Dean?" startling Fiona, she sat up and stared at him.
"I told him I left because I was tired of everything, I didn't want to have that in my life anymore." Fiona explained already knowing Sam's disappointment in her.
'Fi-" Sam began as he was interrupted by Fiona who quickly said, "Sam, look I really don't want to talk about it, so why don't we just fast forward through this and I'll give you my answer, yes I'll go back to hunting with you." Sam quickly smiled as he closed his laptop and stood up causing Fiona to stand up also.
"So when are we leaving?" Fiona asked in a very tired manner. Sam, not noticing how tired Fiona was, walked into the living room as he replied. "Well we want to get a good start so we can be there by Feb. 29th, so I'd say tonight. If that's alright with you." Sam further explained causing Fiona to give a slight nod as she turned to face him. "Well I'm going to go upstairs and pack my things and call my friend Katharine who owns this house." Fiona stated as she began walking up the steps towards her room as Sam nodded in reply.
Grabbing her luggage with the secret compartment for her weapons, Fiona began packing grabbing all the necessities she figured she would need. Which included clothes, shoes, toiletries, and of course her weapons. Pulling out her cell phone from her pocket she began dialing Katharine's cell phone number.
"Hello?" She heard the familiar voice only seconds later. Placing the tracking map along with the crystal in her suitcase, Fiona replied, "Hey Kat it's Fiona, I just wanted to let you know, that I decided to go back on the road to hunt." After a few seconds of silence, she heard Katharine's voice again, "Wow, that's a real shocker Fiona, well I'm glad you told me. When are you leaving?" Taking a deep sigh, Fiona sat on her bed as she answered, "Tonight actually, and you don't have to worry I'm going back on the road with the Winchesters again." Hearing this, Katharine immediately replied with, "The Winchesters as the boys who you guarded? The one you lo-," Hearing this Fiona jumped in and interrupted her mid-sentence, "Yeah, the boys I guarded, they need my help and I figured you should know, in case you come home and I'm not here."
"Well, I wish you the best of luck and call me daily, okay? I really have to go now, Josh is taking me to the opera house, but I'll call you tomorrow sometime." Katharine stated causing Fiona to give a slight smile, "You two have fun out there. I'll talk to you later Kat. Bye." Fiona said as she heard Katharine bid her goodbye right before she hung up her cell phone and fell onto her bed. After double-checking three or four times, Fiona figured she had everything that she would need. Picking up her small suitcase she grabbed a small brown photo album and threw it in her purse before walking out of her room and closing the door behind her. Walking down the steps, she heard the front door close causing her to look up finding Dean standing there.
"What are you doing?" Dean asked seeing the suitcase, "Running away." He added shortly after, as Fiona descended a few more steps. "Actually, I'm coming with you." She stated as she stepped on the floor. "Why? You have the perfect life, with the white picket fence and apple pie life, why fuck that all up?" Dean asked as she walked past him and over towards the front door causing him to turn around to face her just as she opened the front door, "Cause I can't be something I'm not." She answered, as her light emerald eyes bore into his just seconds before she swiftly turned around and walked outside, resulting in Dean letting a small smile escape his lips.
Walking by with a bag of food and snacks in one arm and his suitcase in the other, Sam glanced at his older brother, seeing the smile and asked, "What are you smiling about?" Ignoring his younger brother, Dean just turned around and headed upstairs as he heard Sam call up, "Hurry up and pack your stuff!"
After locking up the house, and leaving a few lights on for the nosy neighbors to know someone was home, the three left the small town in Colorado. Sam being the most tired got the back seat leaving him to room to go to sleep. Fiona sat up front with Dean, who was driving. "What'd you mean back there, when you said you can't be something your not?" Dean asked shooting a quick glance towards Fiona, who looked up from a map Sam gave her and towards Dean. "I realized that I can't just drop everything in my-Hey!" Fiona exclaimed realizing what Dean meant by asking that as she punched him in the arm. "What? I can't help the fact that I'm always right." Dean stated with a laugh following as he kept driving. "If that's what makes you sleep at night, then keep telling yourself that." Fiona muttered as she pulled her hat over her eyes as she leaned against the window, causing Dean to watch this for a few seconds before turning his attention back towards the road.
About an hour after Dean, Sam and Fiona left the house; a woman was at the back door picking the lock furiously trying to be discrete as possible. Seeing there was no possible way that she could get the door unlocked with her pick, she lifted her right hand up towards her hair pulling out a small bobby pin. "The only reason a girl should never leave the house without a bobby pin," the woman stated as she pocked the bobby pin in through the keyhole as she jiggled it around until she heard a clinking noise.
"We have a winner," She said with a smile as she slightly pushed the door ajar, quietly walking in and closing the door behind her. After walking all around the house, the woman cursed as she realized no one was there, walking back into the kitchen she noticed the familiar pale face with bleach blonde hair standing in the kitchen.
"No such luck?" He asked in his thick British accent causing the woman to groan in annoyance, "Look you bastard, they fucking left, do you have any idea where they went?" she asked impatiently as the man stalked towards the center of the kitchen and stared down at the carpet he was standing on. "Not a damn clue." He muttered quietly as he lifted his gaze from the carpet and onto the woman who once again sighed, but only out of frustration. "Lysander, I think you've helped me out enough." The woman stated as she stared at Lysander who was already ready to leave as he stood next to the door.
"Glad to be of service to you Trillian, but I'm even happier at the thought that I can go back to stalking in the alleys of young drunk women who have no life and clearly want to end their life." Lysander stated as he turned around, leaving the woman known as Trillian, stand there alone in the kitchen. "Why the fuck is she traveling with them again?" Traillian asked herself as she walked out of the house.