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Dean and Sam have left Beacon Hills ): But who knows? Maybe they'll return. And maybe next time they come, they'll meet some werewolves they will like.
Here's chapter 6 "ya'll"! (I wish I was Southern. I just love those accents!)
This is a slow chapter but has some Derek/Summer bonding time. The next chapter might have some action.
And as soon as the kanima was revealed, I was, like... Oh my gosh. And I have so many questions! Like, Danny, the mysterious driver, the "photographer"... Oh, geez... Hahahaha
Chris sighed. He looked at the sobriety coin the Winchesters had stolen from the evidence locker. Maybe he was crazy, maybe not. But he decided to walk around tonight with that coin in his pocket. After all, where was he going to find a cured human?
He wished the two brothers had stayed. They were so much more prepared for this than he was. But duty called and they left for Florida that morning with a backpack full of Victoria's sandwiches and a bottle of Chris' favorite Kentucky Whiskey.
"Tell Bobby I say hi," he told them, walking them to their car.
Dean shook his head. "I think maybe you should call him. Tell him yourself."
Chris glanced at his phone. Fingers itching to pick it up and call his cousin. "No. I'll call him after this Wisp is killed."
He raised his glass of scotch and muttered, "To Marcus…"
He stared at a faded photograph he pulled out yesterday from an old shoe box filled with photos with past memories. He looked at the two faces, both holding hunting rifles out in the woods. So happy, carefree. "I wonder if Bobby still wears that goddamn cap."
"… To old times."
Derek smiled as he watched Summer twirl in front of the mirror. She had that smile on her face. The one he loved to see. "I'd do anything to see that smile every day." He leaned against the wall and coughed, signaling his presence.
She jumped, surprised. "Derek! You ain't s'posed to be in here!" She ducked behind the curtains of the changing room, abashed.
"Sorry," he said. He tucked his hands in his pockets. "I got bored out front."
"I told you not to come! But you –"
"Insisted. Yeah. But exploring a new town is no fun when you're alone." Derek had bumped into Summer on her way out of the diner. Her shift had ended and she wanted to go shop for some clothes. He was disappointed, thinking today would be a Summer – less day, but as soon as she said she would be roaming Beacon Hills, he quickly offered to keep her company.
"So you're my tour guide, then? Alright. So, Mr. Hale, do tell me. Where is the best place to eat a gyro? 'Cause I've been cravin' 'em since I got to Beacon Hills."
"Do you ever think of anything else besides food?"
"Yes…" she said, stepping out with a floral dress. "Clothes, cars, readin'… uh, food, haha…" She walked to the register, Derek following her. "Oh, and sex," she casually said, hiding a smile.
Derek choked at hearing the last word. "W – what?"
"Oh, you heard me," she said, laughing. She paid for her new dress and walked out of the store, leaving a stunned Derek behind.
"I don't like it," Victoria said. She pushed Chris away when he tried to hold her. "Just grab that Hale boy and cure him. Then use his damn spit to open that damn necklace."
"I can't do that," Chris said, chuckling. "We're allies. Besides, I don't think he'll count because he's not really cursed. He was born into it."
"Then… Scott! He's always dreaming about being cured. So cure him and then –"
"With what? I don't know how to – no one know how to cure Supernaturals."
"But do you have to do it? Give the coin to someone else and let them endanger themselves."
"No," he said, firmly. "No. I'm going to do this. It's been almost a year and so many have died. I gotta end this."
Summer laughed as the puppy tried to jump into her arms and lick her face. "Oh, he's so adorable!"
"Yes, he is," the man said. He had a huge box with four puppies scampering around, playing with their toys. "He's a Beagle. They all are. Except for this bundle of joy – a Labrador."
Summer looked at the small Lab gnawing at Pikachu. "A bundle of joy," she repeated. She reached into the box and tenderly picked up the puppy. "Aw, my goodness. You're just so perfect." She giggled as the Lab yawned in her face.
"He's a quiet one. Don't make much noise at all. Just dozing in the background, minding his own business. All shy and such."
Derek watched as Summer played with the pup. "She'd be a good mate," he thought. He shook his head, embarrassed. "I sound like a creep."
"Yours for a hundred fifty," the man told Summer.
She hesitated, not sure if she had that much with her.
"Congratulations," he said.
She looked at him, confused. "But I –"
She stared, surprised, as Derek handed the man the cash and took the Lab from her arms. He thanked the man and walked away.
Summer followed, silently, disappointed. She had planned to ask the man to keep the Lab aside so she could come tomorrow with the money. "I didn't know you wanted him."
Derek looked at her and smiled at the bummed expression on her face. "It's not for me." He stopped, turned to face her. "Consider this is welcoming gift." He had a boyish grin on his face. "Welcome to Beacon Hills," he said, enjoying her look of surprise and joy.
"Why are we sneaking in?" Derek whispered a little too loud.
" 'Cause pets ain't allowed," she said, quietly, trying to hold onto Bashful as he squirmed and wiggled under her shirt. She giggled. "Oh, the furry babe is ticklin' me!"
Derek snorted, amused, as he unlocked the motel door. She rushed inside and Bashful jumped out of her arms and pounced on the floor. He dumped her bags onto the table and turned on the light, closing the door behind him. "How are you going to keep Bash quiet while you're at work?"
She started to hang her clothes in the closet. "I'll take him with me to Jube's. Filipe won't mind."
He chuckled as Bashful started to sniff around the room, curious. "Don't forget. He's my responsibility, too. So ask if you ever need help."
He felt his phone vibrate.
"Yeah, Scott," Derek said, after glancing at the ID.
"You need to get over here. We're at the Argents."
"I'll be there in 5."
Derek shut his phone and looked at Summer. "Hey, I gotta go."
She followed him as he walked towards the door. "Thanks, Derek. For keepin' me company. I really 'preciate it," she said, leaning against the door frame. Summer felt Bashful nudge her foot with his wet nose. "And for Bash. Even though you didn't need to."
"I wanted to," he said.
They stood facing each other for a few more seconds. She looked at him, curious, like she knew Derek wanted to ask her something. His chest started to pound and he was almost about to turn around and run to his car. "Do it."
He leaned forward, hesitant. His eyes flashed down to her lips and back to her dark, brown eyes. "Can I – can I kiss you?"
She smiled and took a small step closer to him. "You don't have to ask," she whispered, tilting her head up.
He leaned down and quickly pressed his lips to hers, sighing in relief that he finally is able touch her so intimately. He wrapped his arms around Summer, pulling her close to him. Derek gently bit her lower lip and he could have sworn he passed out for a second when he heard her moan. She opened her mouth, letting him explore her with his tongue. He loved the way she tasted, felt, the way her tongue teasingly stroked his. His hand roamed lower, down her back. His fingers brushed the exposed skin between her jeans and shirt and he went crazy feeling her soft skin.
"Derek!"
He flinched. "Fucking hell." None of that happened.
She looked at him, concerned. "You must be exhausted walkin' 'round all day." She placed a hand on his arm. "You go get some sleep, please?"
He nodded, dazed. "Do it... No."
"Yeah, so, I'll stop by your work tomorrow," he said, in a rush to leave. He knew if he stayed a second longer, he'd lose his control of the beast.
"Yeah, you do that," she said. "But get some rest 'fore you do."
He turned around and almost ran to his Camaro. "Goddamn." He yanked the door open, got in, and slammed it shut. He watched Summer as she shut her room door. "Keep it together, Derek."
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This was slow, sorry 'bout that. But the next is definitely going have some kind of fighting involved. Just don't know if it's going to be about the Wisps or about Summer.
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