Demons and Lovers
Disclaimer: This is my version of the past present and future of the Winchester boys and other characters none of which I own. I don't own anything to do with Star Trek, the Scorpions and/or their musical copyrights or Stanford university.
Chapter 3
The next morning Dean awoke to the sound of his cell ringing on the bedside table. Sitting up and rubbing his eyes he answered with a "Yeah".
Dean sat up straighter when he heard his dad's sharp voice.
"So you finally answer your phone, huh? Four rings is 3 too many, I thought I trained you better than that." John finished.
"Sorry Sir" Dean replied back his jaw clamping tighter with each syllable.
"There are some killings going on in Arizona I want you to check it out, around a small town called Congress." John said, "You think you can buckle down enough to finish the job and not screw around?"
"Yes sir"
"I'm counting on you so don't fuck it up." With those final words the line went dead.
"Thanks Dad I'm doing great how about you?" He muttered to himself.
A knock at the door finally pulled Dean back to reality. He grabbed his gun off the nightstand and moved stealthily towards the door. One glance through the peep hole had him smiling thinking his day had just gotten a whole lot better. "So you're back for more?" He said leaning against the door, gun kept out of plain sight.
Dean grinned broadly when she blushed at the sight of him in only his briefs.
"Ugggh" She groaned as she pushed the door aside and stepped inside the room missing Dean as he hid the gun behind his back. "Look I need a favor."
When he grinned like the cat that caught the canary she rolled her eyes. "Not a sexual favor dork. This little hick town doesn't have a bus station or even a bus that stops here."
"And your point?" Dean replied tersely closing the door.
She sat on the bed and tried to look helpless and cute hoping he would want to jump to her rescue, but as she looked up at him through her lashes she realized that her patented damsel in distress look wasn't working.
"You have a car, I don't and I need a ride to anywhere that has a bus station. You catch my drift?" She said sweetly still hoping he would fall for the same bait that most boys at her school fell for.
"I don't know, there are lots of serial killers out there and you could be one of them, you are very hostile."
"You son of a..."
"Uh uh ah, I wouldn't be calling anyone names especially one that might be nice enough to help you get somewhere."
"Look, I don't have a ton of money on me right now but once I can get home I can pay you. I promise."
"Please give me a ride to the next town." She pleaded when he didn't immediately respond.
"The next town or the next town with a bus station?" He said obtusely.
She gave him an irritated look but said nothing.
For a long few moments he weighed his options before finally giving in.
"Okay Whatever. But no criticizing my car or me while I'm driving and no bitching about my music." Dean said grumpily. "Now why don't you be a good little girl and get me some coffee while I shower and dress."
"Black, or do you take sugar? Lord knows it couldn't hurt your disposition." She asked muttering the last bit under her breath.
"No sugar." He said with a yawn as she left and he headed for the bathroom.
An hour outside of Oklahoma the two were driving down the I-40 with 'Rock You Like a Hurricane' blaring on the radio.
"Sooo..." Stacy said trying once again to make idle conversation. "Where are you originally from you never actually told me?"
"Kansas". Dean said
"I'm from Wyoming, but I've been living in upstate New York. So where are you heading?"
"Arizona."
Her brow creasing in annoyance she continued on hoping for a little more input. "Are you going to visit family?"
"No."
"Oh come on." She shouted, "Give me something to freaking work with conversation wise."
"No."
"You are impossible. Most people when in a confined space for an extended period of…"
Whatever she had been talking about had been drowned out as Dean turned the stereo up as high as it could go. With a glare she turned the radio off.
"Did I say you could touch the radio?" He asked trying to look mad when in actuality he was enjoying her torment.
"No." She muttered playing his game.
The car quickly descended to silence save the classic rock in the background.
A half an hour later the radio station they were listening to turned to static as they drove out of range. Dean tried futile to find another good station but didn't come up with anything. He reached behind her seat to grab an old shoe box. "Here" He said tossing her a box with a smirk. "Ladies choice."
Stacy opened the box to discover Dean's tape collection. "Wow" she said giggling, "I don't think I've seen one of these since I was five, maybe? Have you ever even heard of mp3?"
"What did I say about the music?" He said glaring at her.
"But technically..."
"Technically you should make you choice before I toss your ass on the side of the road."
"Fine." She said looking through the box. "Look, I found one that I even have heard of. "
The song that started to play once she popped in the tape was one of Dean's favorites, although it would be a cold day in hell before he ever admitted it to her.
"So I am surprised that with your love of all things vintage you hit on me in that bar the other night instead of heading down to the nursing home a block away. " Her face lit with the knowledge that she had given Dean a third degree burn with her comment.
"What can I say?" Dean replied, "From the back you look the murder she wrote broad!"
"Ahh! " She screamed before punching him with all her might on the arm.
"Was that supposed to hurt?" He laughed at her attempt. "Don't hit me again I was kidding. About the punch and your ass. Don't look at me that way, you asked for it by making fun of my killer lines."
"I wonder what 'It' is?" She asked changing the subject to the million billboards begging for business.
"It's a piece of bread that looks like one of the original cast members of Star Trek, really lame."
"How much do you travel that you've been to see it?"
"I've just been by there once." He replied.
"Well, which cast member was it Spock or one of those other people?" She asked curiously.
"I think it was supposed to be the captain, but it was too hard to tell?"
"Do you remember that show Spock used to do about mysterious people and places?"
"Hell, Yeah!" He exclaimed. "I used to watch that show all the time, it used to scare the crap outta my brother Sammy."
"His voice was the creepiest part. OMG." She said laughing.
"OMG? What the hell is that?"
"Oh my God, only you shorten it to the first three letters so you can text faster. Have you seriously been hiding under a rock because I'm sure even my dead grandma knows about OMG?"
"Texting is only useful 5 of the time and otherwise a waste. Don't tell me you spend all of your time with that?"
"Dude I love texting..."
"Don't call me dude?" Dean replied quickly cutting her off.
"Anyway as I was saying texting is great because you can reply when you want. If you call someone you end up on the phone forever. But anyway so you have a brother?"
Dean looked confused; he couldn't remember how they had even gotten on this subject or how she knew about his brother.
"Yeah" he said, "I have a brother?"
"He's younger than you isn't he?" She said almost certainly.
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
"A: You seem the type and 2: You said you used to scare him by watching that show. I know because when my brothers are around they torture me like that, luckily they are hardly ever around."
"How many brothers do you have?"
"Five." She sighed.
"Five? Are you the only girl?"
"Yeah it totally sucks they never let me play their reindeer games." She said with a smile.
"So Rudolph, where was Prancer supposed to be taking you before he ran off with the sleigh?"
"Tracker was supposed to be driving me to California for an interview."
"Job?"
"School, actually. I'm trying to get into Stanford." She replied.
"Really, I know someone who goes to school there."
"Your know someone who goes to Stanford? Wait goes to school there or goes to hangout there?" she said skeptically.
"Attends classes there. Do I strike you as a guy who has to make up friends?"
"Considering the fact that I am the only friend you have that I'm aware of? Maybe?"
He looked angry for a second before he smiled. "So we are friends now, hun? I don't know of any friends that don't like each other. So because you consider us friends it must mean that you like me. How much you like me is what I really want to know. Are we friends or friends with benefits?" He said arching his eyebrow to leave no mistake at his meaning.
"Why does everything circle back to sex with you? It's like you can only think about sex and your car. Don't you take anything seriously?"
"His demeanor changed slightly but he still remarked cockily, "I take those two things very seriously."
"Anyway so who is this mysterious Stanford attending person that you know?"
"So you're changing the subject just like that? For the record I liked our last topic and think we should discuss it in great detail, but your loss. So you have this interview scheduled and your brother left you in Oklahoma. Sounds like a real winner."
"Hey it's not his fault; I sort of only told him I was going to California for a vacation, I didn't tell him about the interview." She said looking sheepishly.
"You lied to your brother? You? I don't believe it you seemed like such a nice honest young
girl when I met you." He said with mock severity.
"Hey, I didn't want to lie to him, he just wouldn't have taken me if I told him the truth."
Dean wanted to ask why her brother wouldn't want her to go to such a school, but the irony of the question stopped him. "Wait, wait, wait." Dean said sharply pulling the impala to the side of the road and putting it into park. His face was gravely serious when he turned to Stacy and asked "You said 'interviewing for college'? Are you out of high school or even 18 yet?"
"In a month and a half. What does that have to do with anything?" Stacy asked genuinely confused.
"In case you haven't noticed I'm well above 18 and it's not the brightest idea for me to be driving a girl who is under age across the country."
"Chill drama queen." Stacy said "I've got a fake Id that says I'm almost 22."
"You think a cop is just going to take one look at your fake id and believe for a moment it's real? This isn't a game and there is no way I'm getting charged with something I didn't even do with a minor!"
"Here look." She said handing him the ID. "Not even a real one looks this good."
Flipping it over Dean had to admit that it looked really authentic. "Who made this for you?" He asked gruffly.
"I made it myself before I stopped by your room this morning. "
"Hmm" Was all Dean said as he started to pull the car back onto the blacktop.
I hope you enjoyed it. TBC