WHERE THE HEART RESIDES
Okay just when I think that the Winchester can't get any SEXXIER they prove me wrong! Always loved the Winchester but now I love the actors playing them. I have been doing my research by watching clips from the comic con! I have never ever thought of visiting one but I might have to check one with Jared and Jensen out! Looks like fun! I love Jensen's (Dean) take on "Borrowing" clothes from some guy who wears the exact same size as him and Jared's (Sam) sarcastically teasing him that he only brings the clothes back to be washed! Loving the brotherly banter!
I know this story is the one that gets updated the least of my stories but I am going to finish this story and if I do get stuck I will beg someone to help me finish this story cuz' a Deancedes story has to exist Love ya, LudaNeet-
"Why are you calling me?" Mercedes skipped the greeting when she saw who was on her cellphone.
"Now is that the way to talk to a pillar of the community of Lima?" The Sheriff of Lima asked?
"It is if he is calling me to sing Usher's "You Make Me Wanna" Mercedes shock her head walking towards the parking lot of Breadsticks. Brain had begged her to meet him there and at the last minute he claimed he had to cancel due to a family emergency. Mercedes wasn't mad at him. She was just frustrated with a lot of things going on in her life; she really wasn't in the mood to deal with the Sherriff.
"Well, it is true. Mercedes, for real without you I don't think I would still be married." Sherriff admitted.
"Aww how sweet! I have another piece of advice for you. You probably should be calling your wife instead of me." Mercedes shifted her purse on her shoulders.
"I'm about to. I really want to thank you for being a good friend."
"I'm glad I can be of assistance but I may have to retire my marriage counselor hat." Mercedes giggled at the Sherriff.
"Mercedes, do you ever think of what would have happened if we had worked out instead of breaking up?" Sherriff asked?
"Okay spill it, what's going on?" The only time he asked her these ridiculous questions was when he was feeling insecure about his marriage.
"Nothing, this case is messing with my head and those damn FBI agents being here are not making it any better. My wife invited them for dinner tomorrow."
"Which one does she like?" Mercedes detected the jealousy in his tone.
"How do you figure she likes one of the agents?" Sherriff pouted.
"If I had to guess knowing your wife then I will have to say the taller one agent Murphy. Don't worry about it. Tina has dips on him. Dips are law." Mercedes teased.
"Umm, what are you two eighth grade girls? Did you pass him a note? Do you like Tina or do you like- like Tina with check boxes included." Sherriff laughed at his old classmate.
"You know us SO well. No for real, no matter how much your wife looks at other guys they do not hold a candle to you for her. She loves you Sherriff Knucklehead! As for you and me; that would have never worked out. I was young." Mercedes started to say something else when two figures caught her attention at the end of the parking lot. The one figure appeared to be agent Ryan. She could tell from the bulkiness of his leather jacket and the outline of his extra bow legged structure. The other figure was a tidbit shorter; wearing what appeared to be an extra thin hoodie and jogging pants. What the figure was doing was a little bit confusing. Mercedes eyes told her he had his hand buried in the agents chest; Mercedes mind rationalized his hand had to be resting on his shoulder.
"Can I call you back? " Mercedes hung up before she got an answer. She walked toward the two figures with caution. Her eyes widened in horror, The scene looked like something out of a horror movie. The weird figure had a soft glow about him as he was what looked like could only be him trying to free his hand from the agents chest.
Mercedes mind catching up with her eyes let out an high pitch yell almost cracking the windows of the cars in the parking lot.
The figure turned towards her. Mercedes again could not compute what exactly what was wrong with it but there was something wrong with this guy or girl. It must have been sizing up the situation because it seemed to be staring at her through It's empty eye sockets. It had no mouth or nose. Her mind rationalized whoever it was had to be wearing a mask and the mind itself be tired.
It mumbled something before releasing it's self from Dean's chest and disappearing.
Mercedes sprang to Dean's side realizing that It's arm was the only thing holding him up.
"Please be okay, please be okay" She pleaded with him.
Dean stumbled into her arms looking like he was drunk. She wasn't sure if he was drunk or woozy from the event.
"Mercedes, what are you doing here?" He asked?
"Don't worry about that we need to get you to a hospital now."
"I don't wanna, I will be okay call Sammy. He will know what to do. Sammy, I don't know what to do about him. He needs me what the hell am I talking about? I need Sammy more than he needs me. I have died a thousand times. One day I might actually stay dead. Promise me you will take care of him. He's the only thing in the world I have left to love." Dean babbled.
Mercedes bite her lip; Tina was going to be very disappointed to learn that she managed to have a repeat of the "Blaine Crush" scandal; on the other hand the Sherriff will be happy to know he really had nothing to worry about with his wife.
"Focus Jones." She commanded herself before a feeling of disappointment got to rear its head.
"Dean, I have to take you to the hospital. I don't have time to look for your phone or Sammy." Mercedes scolded him.
"No hospitals damn it." Dean said with as much as force.
"Hard headed, how am I going to help take care of your precious Sammy if you won't allow me to take care of you?" Mercedes tried hard to fight the urge to smack him.
Dean raised his hanging head up a tidbit with a smirk, "Mercedes what are you? Are you a siren or an angel?" Dean collapsed into the seat of Mercedes car that she had managed to drag him into.
Winchester
Sam woke up to the feeling that something was missing.
"Dean, what time did you get up?" Sam asked an empty twin bed.
Sam sat up debating if he should worry or not. Sam had received a text from Dean last night not to wait up because he was talking to a Quinn Fabray. Then a minute later his text seemed to hint to the fact that he was going to place the imaginary legendary college sock on his phone. That was the thing with Dean you could never tell if he was in trouble or just being unknowably inconsiderate. Dean barely did spend the night at his conquests, which was the best part of pretending to be an agent, being able to leave without looking like a real dick.
Sam picked up his phone scrolling through the contacts and Dean's texts to see if Quinn's number could be found. Sam sighed looking at Tina's contact number. He really didn't want to have to depend on Tina too many times; he didn't want to give her the wrong idea or himself for that matter. Tina was the type he could easily fall for. That was the thing about traveling the world being able to snap shot a person's personality through all the first impressions bullshit.
"May I speak to ?" Sam asked when he heard a voice croak a hello.
"This is she. May I ask whose calling?" Tina tried clearing her throat; she glanced at her cable box for the time, 7:45. Couldn't be a bill collector it wasn't 8:00 am yet.
"I'm sorry if I woke you up but this is agent Murphy. I was calling to ask for Ms. Fabray's number." Sam spoke in his most professional voice.
"Agent Murphy, is everything okay?" Tina asked?
"Nothing to worry about Ms. Tina, I am doing a follow up on the case." Sam assured her.
"Okay, give me a few minutes to locate Quinn's number. May I call you back when I retrieve it?" Tina asked?
"That would be greatly appreciated." Sam said. He really hoped Dean got caught up in a one night stand and somehow didn't get his own heart ripped out.
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Dean woke up to the smell of real bacon and eggs not that continental breakfast that the upgraded hotels he sometimes stayed at. Dean's mind fought to figure out what hotel or motel they were at, had to be one that Sam picked out.
"What the hell?" Dean mumbled looking around. In a picture frame staring at him from the wall was a bear of a father arms draped around a smiling girl with two puffy ponytails in her head. His eyes adjust to his surroundings. He was in someone's place. A purple piano sat in the corner with a stuffed black dog sitting on the bench. On the wall told the story of a young girl growing up to become the beautiful Mercedes Jones. A magazine cover was framed with the cover quoting "The Next Big Thing?" Mercedes face smiling with pride under the words. Dean sat up he was at Mercedes place. How did he get there?
"How are you feeling?" Mercedes entered with a tray of food.
"Why am I here?" Dean asked? Sam probably would be looking for him in a minute.
"Good afternoon, Dean." Mercedes ignored his tone of irritation.
"I found you in the parking lot of Breadsticks. I never saw anything like it. You were getting attack from a figure without a face. You wanted me to take you to Sam then you told me to ask for a Cassius? You actually didn't make any sense the whole ride here. Talking about demons, angels, and my personal favorite how many times you died. I don't know what's up with you. You did confirm you weren't an agent but something called a hunter. I almost called the police on you but then you fell asleep. I decided to give you a chance to explain yourself." Mercedes said.
"I don't remember saying all that." Dean closed his eyes. Bobby would have laughed at him for stepping into another mess. He could practically hear Bobby saying, "Boy you are worse than Daphne on Scooby Doo! Half the time you step into the mess you are supposed to be cleaning up." Damn, he missed Bobby.
"You did, we didn't know Sam was your partner. I am sorry if Tina overstepped a boundary in your relationship." Mercedes apologized on Tina's behalf.
"Sweetheart, what are you talking about? "Dean slit his green eyes.
"You outed yourself saying Sam was the love of your life." Mercedes said with a hint of disappointment.
Dean slowly connected the dots, "Shit you think Sammy's my lover? I told Sammy to cut his hair then we won't have this problem."
"There is nothing to be ashamed of you know? One of my best friends is gay, he is wonderful! He is celebrating his third anniversary with his husband next week." Mercedes kept on.
Dean leaned forward placing his pink moist lips on Mercedes thick tulip lips. He placed his hands behind her neck bringing her closer. Mercedes had a second of resistance before she allowed herself to fall into the kiss.
"That proves nothing." Mercedes pulled away from the kiss.
"Oh, I wasn't defending my sexuality. I just needed proof on how soft your lips were." Dean smiled.
I love Cas but I'm not sure if we should throw him into the mix. I will decide that later. Again if there is a quote I should add for any of our characters please inbox me. Next chapter we will allow Dean to explain something's. Please PM me on some stories from Supernatural you think we should include that he tells Mercedes his point of view. My favorite episode is "The Dark Half of the Moon" loves how he tells his POV through body language but I still would love to hear in words how he felt.