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I know I said this is not a cross over... And it's not. I'm not going to have the Winchesters throughout the entire story. It'll only be just this chapter and next. I don't want them to hunt the fog because knowing them, it's probably going to take just days. But if it's just days, then this story will be very short. ):
I don't want to mention names but thanks to those who MRAFed! And here's your Sam and Dean in Beacon Hills and your Derek/Anna interaction (:
MRAF, please!
She cried out in pain. "What's happening?" An agonizing shudder ripped through her body and she collapsed. She wished she had a gun to shoot herself with… kill herself because the pain was just too much. "Daddy," she whispered, wishing he was still alive to hold her, to care for her.
Another wave of anguish. She sobbed, curling into a ball. "Stop. God, please, stop!"
She looked up and saw the moon. The full moon.
A blinding flash of pain. She shut her eyes, trying to not think about the torture. Was she dying?
Anna screamed and she felt her body get taken over by something… beastly.
She opened her eyes. Thirsty. She heard the trickle of a stream somewhere and she rushed towards it. Her throat tightened as she saw the clear, delicious water flow. She leaned towards it, to drink.
She howled in fright. That… That wasn't her. That wasn't her reflection. That was a… A monster.
He groaned in pleasure as she pressed her fingers against his stiff back, smoothing the soreness away.
"Stop," he whispered when she traced the tip of his ear with her tongue. He shivered.
"Stop what?" she asked, coyly, in her British accent. She ran her hands down his back, bringing them in front of him. She pressed her body against and reached down to tug at his belt.
He bit back a moan and he hardened as Anna moved to face him, wrapping her bare legs around his waist. His eyes widened, thrilled. Somehow while massaging his shoulders, she had taken off her shirt. And now she was exposed to him. Only him.
She brushed her lips against his and whispered, "Don't. Don't hold back." She laughed as Derek shifted, trying to ease the pressure against his length. She unbuckled his belt and slowly unbuttoned and unzipped. Pulling him out, she teasingly scolded, "Don't make me wait."
He growled. He hoisted her up, her legs still around him, and walked impatiently to the bed. He tripped over his jeans which had dropped to his feet. He stumbled onto the floor. "Shit," Derek said, looking at her, worried. "Are you –"
She pressed her lips to his chest. "Just take me here."
He stared at her. Derek didn't want to make love to her on the floor. She deserved so much better than that. But the fragrance of her arousal was too strong. He slipped his fingers inside, loving the expression she made. He stroked her gently, listening to her gasps. He could listen to that all night.
He couldn't take it anymore. She was so hot and wet… The wolf howled, about to dominate its mate.
Derek opened his eyes. He scowled. That was the ninth time he dreamt about Anna. Anna, the woman he didn't even know. But he felt like he did. At least, that's what he thought when he thought about her laugh. "That laugh…" He ran a hand through his hair before noticing an enjoyable throb between his legs. He looked down at it. "You got to be fucking kidding me."
He stormed into the shower, glad he had finally fixed the plumbing in his burned house. He didn't want to have to drive to a hotel for a cold shower while having an erection.
Derek was rinsing the soap and shampoo when his thoughts wandered to Summer. The Southern beauty, lightly tanned skin with the long brown hair, brown eyes, wonderful heart, and amazing laugh.
Then he froze, shocked. Anna's laugh. Anna, the British woman with the pale skin and jet black hair, dark brown eyes, beautiful smile, and... amazing laugh.
Anna and Summer were the same person.
"What do you want?" Bobby said. Part of him was glad Chris called. After all, they were inseparable their entire lives. Until that night. The other part of him wanted to curse him out and hang up.
Chris sighed. "I need… I need help."
"So did I, you good-for-nothing idjit. Years ago. But you just left. I was attacked and I called for you but you left. So why should I help you?"
"Because," Chris stopped. Bobby was right. Why should he help Chris when Chris just slammed the door and walked away?
"I'm sorry, alright?" Chris said. "Honestly. I'm sorry. I should have believed you but I didn't. And I can't change that but I believe you now."
"To hell with your sorry. And I don't give a rat's ass if you believe me or not," Bobby spat. "Don't call again."
Chris flinched as he heard his cousin slam the phone down, hanging up. He listened to the dial tone and shut the phone. He swallowed some more scotch and leaned back in his chair. Rubbing his eyes, he looked back at his phone wondering why Marcus hadn't called him back yet. Marcus always answers his phone. If not, he calls back within seconds.
The phone rang and Chris knocked over his glass, spilling the dark amber liquid across his desk, soaking his papers. "Shit."
"Hello?" he said, hoping it was Marcus. Hoping even more it was Bobby.
"Cut the bullshit. Tell me what you want," Bobby said.
Chris sighed, relieved. "Okay. There's this black fog seen everywhere on the west coast. But it's only here, nowhere else. It's killing people. They're just walking around aimlessly for days and then having seizures before dying. None of us know anything about it except we need a stone which will help us. We have that stone. But it's locked in a necklace and we can't even get it out."
Chris waited for Bobby to say something.
"I'll look around, ask questions," Bobby said. "Give me a few days."
Before Chris could say thanks, Bobby hung up.
He didn't want to spy on her, but he had to. He had too many questions without answers. Who is she, where is she from, why is she lying, is she hiding from something… someone.
He parked his Camaro in front of Jubilee's. The diner was empty. Perfect opportunity. He walked inside and sat at the front counter.
Summer was eating a plate of strawberry crepes, drizzled with chocolate and topped with banana slices. She saw Derek and smiled. "Want somethin' to eat?"
Derek looked at her. He couldn't. He didn't want to. But he had to. So he shut his eyes, not wanting to see her hurt as he accuses her of… of what? Of lying? Summer probably had her reasons for lying and Derek had no right to know but he wanted to. He wanted to know everything about her starting with her real name.
He shut his eyes and said, "No, I'm good… Anna."
There. He said it. Now all he had to do was wait to see her reaction. If she looked confused, then he was wrong. If she looked shocked, afraid, then he was right.
He opened his eyes and studied her face.
He was right.
Chris walked to the front door. "Who's knocking at 3 a.m. in the morning?" He opened the door.
"Chris Argent?" the taller man said.
"Yes?"
The two men glanced at each other. "We were around the neighborhood when we got a call from a mutual friend."
Chris stared at them, frowning at their disheveled appearance. "Excuse me, but I don't think we have any mutual friends."
The shorter man made a face, not liking the snide tone. "Listen, you –"
"Ah," the taller man said, interrupted the other man. He knew Chris was pissed at being disturbed at this time and he didn't want to piss him off more. "Uh, Bobby Singer sent us."
"How – how – " Summer stuttered, eyes wide with fear. She looked around, cursing silently at realizing that there were no customers and that it was her turn to run the diner into the afternoon. So Filipe was gone.
She bolted towards the kitchen, bile rising up her throat as she heard Derek leap over the counter and race after her. She grabbed a large knife and spun around to face him. "Stay away!" she screamed, trembling.
He stopped, noticing Summer's sudden change in accent – from Southern to British.
"Calm down. Anna, put down the knife," he whispered, slowly inching towards her with his hands raised above his head. He didn't want to startle her more.
"No!" She gripped the handle tighter and kept it pointed at him. "My – my name is Summer. You – you stay away or I'll cut you!"
"Alright! Summer." Derek looked around trying to find if there was a way for her to escape. None. "You're Summer. I got it. Summer, put down the knife." Another step forward. He sighed in relief when she didn't notice he was edging closer.
"How'd you find me? Huh?" she shouted. "How?"
Now or never.
He jumped, tackling Summer down to the cold floor. She screamed, trying to slash at him. Derek grabbed her wrist and slammed the hand holding the knife hard against the tiles. He hated himself at that moment. For hurting Summer.
She cried out in pain and tried to kick him off, her free hand clawing at his face. He knocked the knife across the kitchen and pinned her other wrist down and trapped her legs with his.
He wanted to die. He didn't mean to scare her, to make her cry.
"Look at me!" he said, wanting her to open her eyes, to show him those beautiful eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you, Summer. I promise."
The silence was uncomfortable.
Chris offered the two brothers drinks which they accepted. And now they were staring at each other, awkwardly.
"Why does Bobby hate you?"
"Dean!"
"What? We deserve to know," Dean said to Sam. He slammed the glass down and got up, walking slowly towards Chris. "Bobby never mentioned you until today. And he said your name all pissy."
"Dean," Sam warned, wary of Dean's tone.
"Shut it, Sam." He looked at Chris. "What did you do to make the Bobby Singer so mad?"
"Listen, it doesn't matter –"
"Yeah, it does, Sam. It does matter. 'Cause it depends whether or not we agree to help you, Chris." He glared at the older man. "So I'll ask you one more time. What did you do?"
Chris looked back at Dean. He sighed and finished his drink. "Bobby told me there was more to the Supernatural than I believed. Thought he was full of shit so I left him. I left him and in the meantime he was getting attacked by a demon." He poured more scotch. "So now you know. And now I gotta ask. Are you going to help me or what?"
Hope I got Bobby, Dean, and Sam as accurate as possible (:
But get ready with your goodbyes 'cause they might leave next chapter... unfortunately. ):