Chapter 11

AN: Okay, so here's the latest. Fall semester ended and 2.26 GPA, therefore I have ventured into Spring semester… I'm not sure what's worse… passing English Comp I, or trying to pass English Comp II, Biology I, or French II all at the same time. Anyway, that's in the future; this is now. Now being the first update of the new year. I've been working my ass off, trying to figure out where I want to go with this story. My plan is to get things going in this chapter and by the chapter after next, everything will be in motion for a grand finale. I sort of estimate that this story probably has about five or six chapters left before the end.

I don't know what it is, but I sort of feel like I'm fraying at the ends when it comes to actually coming up with ideas on how to put everything into words. I'm sort of looking for a sort of beta. Not someone that will correct my grammar and stuff, but someone who can look at my ideas and wants and needs concerning the story and help me get them out. Anyone up for it? I'm going to be posting all that stuff on my LJ and I'll gladly take your comments or emails.

With that being said, here it goes…

One. No matter what he said, it was official. His three traveling companions were more likely to listen to the advice of a windigo, then they were to him.

Two. He was going to punch Tristan DuGray in the mouth if the avatar didn't keep stalling the inevitability of their final destination (if not for that, he was sure he could find some other reason)

And three. It didn't matter how he played it, Rory Gilmore was going to be the death of him.

There comes a time in a man's life when he must make the ultimate decision: say what he's thinking or just keep his mouth shut. Dean Winchester's time had come.

Not two feet from him, Rory Gilmore stood with unprecedented elegance. Her hair softly curled, warping around the shape of her face, a small amount of make up illuminating her natural beauty. She'd chosen a tastefully, yet incredibly sexy dress, making him wonder if she was aware of what she did to him. If Dean were to be brave enough to speak what was really on his mind, he was certainly positive Rory would be forced to smack him. If he didn't say something, with the expectant way she was looking at him, he was positive she'd probably smack him anyway. Clearing his throat, he smiled at Rory, quickly glaring at Tristan who wore his all to infamous know it all smirk, his brother chuckling, his hand covering his face to hide his amusement.

The truth was, Rory did look good. Too good, which was bad. Bad because Dean wasn't sure he was going to be able to concentrate on the job if she kept moving around in ways that accented all her best features.

The lovely Lorelai Leigh Gilmore had no idea what she was doing to him.

"Do you think you can handle this?" Tristan asked Dean, making no attempt at keep his voice down. Dean glared at him, turning away from his companions, pulling a duffel bag out of the back seat and shoving a handful of clothes, a few books, and a weapon or two, quickly zipping up the bag and throwing it over his shoulder before slamming the door shut.

Ignoring Tristan and Dean, he looked at Rory. "You ready?" He asked. Rory grinned, nodding slowly. "Alright then, let's go."

Rory followed him to the shiny Volvo that was parked several feet from the Impala. Rory felt weird climbing into the rental car. It was even weirder to see Dean sitting in the driver's seat. What was more shocking was seeing Dean dressed less like the hunter he was and more like the kind of guy her grandmother would approve of. Instantly, she decided that she didn't like it. Had it been months ago, this Dean would have been the kind of guy she would have seen at school or at work. He was dressed casually in a pair of jeans, wearing a sweater instead of the black tee shirts he commonly wore. Had it been months ago, she would found this Dean attractive. Months later, Dean dressed like one of her old Yale classmates (or like a son of her grandparents' friends) made her blood run cold.

But it was necessary. Dean's uncomfortable squirming in his nice, new clothes, the shiny Volvo, the fancy dress that Hartford society would more then approve of… it was all necessary for the mission.

Discovering it had been a fluke. Reading the paper, Rory had automatically spotted the signs that most people ignored. One small town, three newlywed couples all last seen in one place, their cars found fifty miles down the road weeks later. The police were at a stand still, and Rory knew that finding the truth was the kind of job that Sam and Dean were best at. It'd taken some convincing (after all, there were a lot of hunters out there who'd be more then willing to take the job), but Rory had been able to post pone the inevitable confrontation that had been creeping up on them since the moment Sam and Dean had rescued her all that time ago.

"We'll go check out the mile marker and start looking for what might be responsible." Sam said, leaning against the door, his eyes locked on his brother. Dean nodded. "Keep him out of trouble, Ror." Sam smiled at Rory, tapping the door twice before backing away. Rory smiled at Tristan who was leaning against the Impala, his arms crossed across his chest. He gave a small wave as Dean started the car and began to slowly drive off.

"The mile marker is about ten miles down the road, let's go see what we can find." Sam said, running back to the Impala and sliding in behind the steering wheel. Tristan nodded, sliding in next to Sam.

"I have a bad feeling about this." Tristan stated after a moment of silence.

"Yeah." Sam agreed, "Me, too."

"So," Rory asked, smoothing out the fabric of her dress with both hands, turning her eyes to Dean who stared at the road ahead, one hand resting on the wheel, the other hand hanging out the open window, fingers tapping a tune against the silver door. "What's our story?" She asked. Dean glanced at her before turning his attention back to the road ahead of them.

"Our story?" He asked.

"Yeah, our story. Were we set up by our parents? Did we meet a freshman orientation, or were we high school sweat hearts?" She asked, looking at him expectantly. Dean still looked perplexed. "When people are celebrating an occasion such as a wedding, people tend to ask questions. Especially in small towns. We have to have a story." She explained slowly, grinning. She knew from experience the curiosity of small towns.

"I don't know, Rory, how about you make it up?" He suggested. "You got ten minutes." Dean looked at his watch, sending her a smirk.

"Okay…" She tapped her fingers against her chin, "okay!" She giggled after a moment. "We were introduced by mutual friends, dated for less then six months before we jumped the gun and got hitched in Vegas. My mom was upset I left her out, my grandmother wanted to murder you for allowing me to do this without planning some big gala... In the end, they settled for a big celebration thrown in the center of town, with lots of expensive gifts."

"Sounds good enough." Dean agreed after a moment. They drove in silence for several minutes before Rory spoke again, this time her face worried, her eyes betraying her fear. She'd grown a lot since she'd joined the boys on this journey, but she was still unsure about throwing herself in the line of fire. If she'd learned anything, it was that the supernatural were not something one should mess with, and by doing this, someone was bound to get hurt.

"Dean, what's the worse that could happen?" She asked. She didn't have to explain herself, he knew immediately what ailed her.

"I wont lie, it could get bad. We've encountered places like this where people go missing and it's all because of some crazy town wanting to appease some demon god. There's a million things that could go wrong." What he said didn't make Rory feel better. On instinct, he reached for her hand, squeezing it, hoping it would give her some comfort. "I'll do everything I can to keep you safe." He met her eyes for a moment, an odd feeling rushing over him, forcing him to avert his eyes.

He could only hope that he could keep her safe.

AN: I know it's short, but I'm trying to prolong the story. Any suggestions for a demon name or quite possibly what you to happen with characters. I'm fully and completely open to any suggestion. (IE: what happens with Rory and Dean, Sam and Tristan, Logan and co, or Lorelai.)