A/N: And here's Chapter Two. If you guys have any suggestions or want to see more of certian characters just say so and I'll work them in. I plan on writing some more scenes with Sam and Autumn working together along with Dean and Athena. I'd really just like to work Athena and Sam in more in general but their relationship is a pain in the ass to write. Oh well. Reviews are ALWAYS welcome!
Disclaimer: I forgot to put this up in Chapter One. I don't own Supernatural or any related materials. I simply own Autumn and Athena and their lives... OH and John-dog!
Chapter Two
Autumn pulled herself to her feet, stepping around piles of dirty laundry as she made her way to the door. She'd recognize the whimpers, on the other side of the front door, anywhere. She tugged open the door, removing the locks Dean had insisted on locking, though she never locked them, and let her dog in. John tackled her, nosing at the thin line on her hair line, the only battle scar from her most recent hunt, before the licking commenced.
"Johnny, you need to be quiet. Everybody's in bed." she scolded the dog pushing him away. "Why don't you go check on them and then get to bed?" he brushed against her legs on his way to inspect his humans. Autumn returned to her work, sorting out laundry for washing the next morning.
"Aut get your ass in bed."
"Thought, you were asleep Dork." she answered the man leaning against the door frame, without looking up.
"I was until I was violated by dog tongue." he told her with his infamous bad-boy grin.
"We'll if your expecting a goodnight kiss from me, you're going to need to have a talk with Listerine, first." she dumped the contents of her sister's bag on the floor in front of her and made quick work of sorting it, stuffing whatever wasn't clothing back into the duffle bag.
"Done?" Dean asked watching her.
"Yea," she yawned. "Don't think there's much more I can do tonight." he offered her a hand up which she excepted, allowing herself to be drug close to him.
"You okay?" he whispered his fingers delicately grazing the scabbed over wound.
"Never better." she smiled enjoying the warmth of the closeness. "How 'bout you?"
"I'm not the one who spent the last two days in a enclosed space with Jabber jaws."
"She don't jabber too much, Athena is more like Tweak."
"Tweak?"
"Yea, that kid on South Park that acts like an addict. All twitchy, constantly fidgeting."
"Uh huh."
"Come on, we need to hit the sack." she stepped back from him when he tried to catch her lips. "Na uh. I told you no kiss without mouth wash." he sighed.
"Night Aut."
"Night, Dork."
Athena was first up the next morning, she built up the fire, took John out, and was debating on whether or not to report of duty in the bar, while listening to Green Day, when Sam stumbled into the kitchen.
"Autty, still sleeping too?" he asked skipping a greeting.
"Yea, I heard her and Dean out here talking late last night." she rolled her eyes. "Would you make coffee?" Sam chuckled.
"I'll show you how." he offered moving to the cabinets fishing out the coffee grounds and filter.
"You know it won't work right?" she hopped up on the counter pulling the coffee maker out for easy access. "I've been shown to use this thing a million times, it just doesn't take."
"Yes, but I never showed you." Athena smiled.
"Well, I guess that makes all the difference." Sam proceeded with exaggerated slowness making a pot of coffee.
"First we put the filter in here, then we measure out the grounds. Got that much?" Athena pretended to write down notes on her invisible pad of paper.
"Got it." she nodded.
"Okay, now, we fill the pot with water, pour it in here." he glanced at her making sure she was paying attention. "Sit the pot under here, this one snaps right into place. All you need to do now is to turn it on."
"Sure." she hopped down. "I'll try that tomorrow morning, you can supervise and everything, but it won't work."
"You're such an optimist."
"Don't you know it, darlin'." Athena pulled her hair back into a ponytail. "I'm gonna go for a run, want to come?"
"Yea, let me go get my shoes."
"Coffee'll be ready when we get back, then."
She followed him out to the living room. Athena shrugged on her coat, while Sam laced up his tennis shoes. Sam and Athena made a couple of laps around the cabins, keeping a steady pace with each other. Neither wanted to be out too long, with the coffee brewing, but found they had nothing to worry about when upon returning.
"Mornin'." Autumn said looking up from her mug, where she was stirring in milk. "You two were up early."
"Not much longer than you." Athena told her sister peeling off her jacket and snow encrusted boots. "You know I love this place, but could really do with out the freaking snow." Autumn laughed at her little sister.
"The Great White Death." Sam joked kicking off his shoes and avoiding the melting snow from Athena's boots.
"Back home, the DJ's of this one radio station actually had a commercial to that effect." Autumn said getting up and grabbing two more coffee mugs from the cabinet and pouring her companions a cup. "You add the fixings." she instructed as Sam and Athena came for their cups.
"Dean up yet?" Sam asked.
"Nope." Autumn returned to her seat at the kitchen table.
"You going to talk to Jen?" Athena inquired coming to take a seat at her sister's side.
"Yea, I'm gonna run a load of laundry, or two, over and get that started then go see her. But not until after I get a shower."
"We sticking around very long?"
"I don't know, Teenie, I was going to ask Jen if she had anything outstanding. Its that time of year though, so all the routine salt and burns are going to the beginners." the red head answered.
"That still sounds weird. I never dreamed there were so many hunters, growing up." Sam shook his head before taking a long drag of his morning brew.
"Even Dad can't handle all the baddies." Athena smirked.
Autumn left an hour later telling them to let Dean sleep. It took most of the day to get the laundry done and while she was playing Cinderella, Dean ran the younger pair through drills, participating in most of them himself, at least when he wasn't correcting them. Athena complained a little when he prompted them to go on a short, three mile, run. It was a normal re-coop day all together. At least until dinner when the phone rang.
"Daemon." Autumn answered her cell bored.
"Mouth." a familiar voice gasped.
"Sage, what's wrong?" panic filled the young woman. Sage hadn't had a phone in years from what she knew, and defiantly didn't own one now.
"Can you get me?"
"Of course where are you?" Autumn signaled the need of paper and pen, which Sam supplied almost immediately.
"Motel 6 out in Covington, Kentucky." Sage's voice had steadied considerably she was no longer rasping and gasping her words.
"It's going to take me a few days to get there. Are you okay?" Autumn asked her friend.
"I'll survive. I got myself patched up for now."
"What happened?"
"A guy, he looked just like Rick," Autumn could hear the other woman's heart ache. "He came to my house and was attacking me. He wants you and Blondie. I just barely got away."
"Okay, we'll be out as soon as we can. Put up those protections and don't leave unless you have to ."
"Don't talk to strangers and look both ways before crossing the street." Sage mocked.
"Sagie, I'm just"
"I know, kiddo. Thanks." Sage's voice softened.
"Always." the line went dead and Autumn turned toward the table. "We've got a new hunt."
"What do you mean?"
"Who was that?"
"When do we leave?"
"Guys!" Autumn held up her hands and her friends shut up. "It was Sage, we leave as soon as possible, and I mean something or someone attacked her. If it's a thing we kill it if it's a one I personally vote for kicking the S.O.B.'s ass and then turning him over to the cops."
"I'll go tell Jen we're out of here." Athena said standing up.
"We'll get everything loaded." Sam followed Athena out the door expecting Dean to follow. Dean just sat staring at Autumn for a minute.
"I'll get this mess cleaned up." she said looking over their now forgotten meal. Not that it was much to brag about Sloppy Joes and Mac 'n' Cheese isn't the choice food of kings but it's better than fast food.
"Where is she?" Dean asked moving to help Autumn clear the table.
"Back in Kentucky."
"She say what it was?" Autumn slid plates into the sink, rinsing them as she went.
"Said it looked like that hunter she used to go with."
"What do you think?" he continued gently. Autumn's movements were mechanical, now, like watching a very life like robot do the dishes.
"I think I'm gonna rip whatever it is limb from limb. She's a little too close to home for comfort." Autumn could see Dean's next question before it reached his lips and really didn't care to specify what she had meant by home. "Go help Sammy. I've got this covered." Dean ran a hand down her arm giving her a significant look, causing her to smile, if only briefly. "Bye Dean-o."