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Chapter 4
Carmen woke up to see Bobby looking at her. Her mouth felt like she had been sucking on cotton, her body ached, and she felt like she had taken a bath in salt water. She sat up, rubbed her face, and looked at Bobby.
"What happened?" She asked her voice a little horse. "Don't know. You were there when I woke up a few hours ago. When did you decide to leave your cave of gloom and depression?" Bobby asked her tossing her a bottle of water. She grabbed the bottle and drank half the bottle in one go. "I left last night. I had been drinking, love the whiskey by the way. Had been drinking and then I started to feel a little dizzy so I decided to go out for a walk in the junk yard. Dean showed up. Pissed me off and I remember taking a swing at him with a crowbar. Guess I missed. I don't remember anything after that." Carmen said getting off the couch and stretching her aching muscles.
"It's quiet. Where's Sam and Dean?" she asked Bobby. "They left about an hour ago. Headed out to Ellen's." Bobby answered. "How you doing, Carmen? I don't see you for a week and then I find out passed out on my couch looking like crap." Bobby said concerned. "Gee, thanks Bobby. What every woman likes to hear." she said giving him a look. Then her face turned serious. "Better than I was a few days ago. No where close to healed or over it, but better." she said.
"Why Bobby? Sam came with a bag of stuff and accused John of wanting to summon the demon. Is that true? Did John ask for the supplies to summon a demon?" Carmen asked him, needing to know. "Yeah. When Sam met me to pick up the Impala he gave me a list of stuff that John said would protect them from the demon, but it was a list of supplies for a summoning spell." Bobby sighed. "Do you think he made a deal? Made a deal with the demon to save Dean? It's the only way I can think of how Dean got better, Bobby. I mean, he was in a coma. The doctors said that he should have died before he got to the hospital. And I know hospitals. Those things are crawling with Reapers. And Dean flat-lined a time or two so one had to be after him. He had to have offered the demon not only his soul, but the Colt as well." she said to Bobby.
She seen a look cross his face and answered his unasked question. "I remember hearing that the Colt was missing from John's room." she said. "You said they were heading out to the Roadhouse. In what? The Impala is trashed." she asked Bobby. "Minivan." Bobby answered. "Oh I bet Dean is loving that." she said laughing at the thought of Dean driving a minivan. "Okay well I'm going to take a shower and change clothes so I feel human again, and then I'm going to pack up and follow the guys." she said heading for the stairs. "Are you sure about that Carmen? You think you're up for it?" Bobby asked her.
"John asked me to watch after his boys, Bobby. It was the last thing that my partner asked of me. And I will do my damnedest to do as he asked of me." she said. She gave a small smile and walked up the stairs.
An hour later Carmen was speeding down the blacktop trying to catch up to Sam and Dean. As far as she knew the Winchester boys and the Harvelle's had never met. And Ellen and Jo were quick to draw a gun on strangers. She was driving down the road that lead to the Roadhouse when she seen that the lot to the Roadhouse was empty.
'There's no way possible that I beat them here. They must have left already. Oh well. Already here, might as well go in and say hi to everybody.' Carmen thought turning off the engine and parking her bike. Carmen got off her bike and walked onto the porch, through the screen and wooden door and into the building. Carmen stood just inside the door and let her eyes adjust to the inside lighting and then looked around. She seen Ellen cleaning glasses, Jo cleaning tables, and Ash seemed to be missing from the pool table.
"Ellen. Jo. Been a while." Carmen said walking up to the bar and sitting on a stool. "Carmen Davis. Haven't seen you in ages. What are you doing out this way?" Ellen asked putting the glass she had been cleaning down. "Trying to track down John Winchester's boys, Sam and Dean. They been through here?" Carmen asked Ellen, seeing Jo come up beside her. "Yeah. They left about an hour or so ago. What are you tracking them for?" Jo asked eyeing Carmen. "For John. I promised to look after them for him." Carmen said looking down at the wooden bar top.
"Sorry to hear about him passing away." Ellen said sympathetically. "Thanks Ellen. Mind giving me a double shot of whiskey and a beer please?" Carmen said looking up at Ellen, trying not to cry. "Sure thing, sweetie." Ellen said putting down her rag. "So how old are you now? Ain't seen you in about three and a half years, I think. Heard you partnered up with John Winchester. Is that true?" Ellen asked her pouring her her double shot and putting a beer next to it.
"Yeah, it's true. Partners for four years. I turned twenty-four a little over a week ago. The day John died actually. Not surprised he forgot with everything that was going on. Even I forgot about it until after I snapped outta my shock long enough to register the date on my cell." Carmen said taking her double shot. "Sorry to hear that. So what happened?" Ellen asked. "A couple of months back me and John were on a vampire hunt. John checked his voicemail one night and when I woke up the next day, the S.O.B. was gone. I managed to track him down in Chicago. Turned out his boys were in some trouble and called him for help. Turned out to be a trap. I got there just in time to save the asses of all three Winchesters. Stitched John up while I ripped him a new one for leaving in the middle of a case. Me and John parted ways from Sam and Dean that night. A couple of months later we hear that Daniel Elkins had been killed and John took off without me again." Carmen said taking a sip of her beer.
"I called Sam and Dean to warn them about John and told them to keep him from hunting whatever had killed Elkins. I finally catch up to them only to find out that they went to hunt the vampires that had killed Elkins. I kicked my way into their room and went to go carve some meat out of Sam and Dean's beefy little asses when John told me that he had found what he was looking for. A way to kill the demon." Carmen said pausing, holding her beer bottle in both of her hands.
"We had a fight and I left. I broke off the partnership. Left him with Sam and Dean and I took off by myself. About a month and a half later I get a call from Bobby saying that they got into a car wreck and were all in the hospital. Sam was fine, John was pretty banged up, but Dean was in a coma. Dean was probably out of it for a day or two, when all of a sudden, Dean woke up, perfectly healthy. I stayed to talk to Dean for a minute after John left and when I got back to his room, I found Sam leaning over his body on the floor. I don't remember much after that." Carmen said going quiet, drinking her ice cold beer.
"I sure am sorry honey. So John asked you to watch over his boys" Ellen asked her. "Yeah. So where did they head off to? You know?" Carmen asked the older woman. "Yeah. A case not far from here. They have Ash tracking down some weather patterns and had time to waste." Ellen told her. "Great. Where's the case?" Carmen asked thinking about maybe joining up with them. "A circus a few towns over. Parents slaughtered in their beds. Kids all claimed it was a clown." Ellen said going back to cleaning glasses.
'Just awesome.' Carmen thought sarcastically. "Well I'm not touching that one with a sixty foot pole." Carmen said drinking her beer. Ellen just laughed at her.
Two days later Sam and Dean showed back up at the Roadhouse. Jo and Carmen were playing a friendly but competitive game of pool when the Winchester's walked through the door. Dean looked at her and smirked. "So the broken mess that was Carmen Davis managed to pull herself together and talk to other humans, huh?" Dean said with that annoying smirk still on his handsome face.
Next thing Dean knew a knife sailed by his face and he heard the familiar sound of a gun being cocked. Dean looked back at Carmen to see that her face was devoid of emotion and she had a .45 pointed at him. "I must have misheard you Winchester. I thought I heard you make a nasty comment about my mental state." Carmen said in a cold, hard voice.
"Nope. Didn't say a word." Dean said walking to the bar while Sam walked towards the pool table. "So how was the clown case?" Carmen asked lining up her next shot. "You knew about that?" Sam asked her with a surprised look. "Got here about an hour after you left here." Carmen said making her shot and heard Jo curse and walk away from the finished game. "You heard about it and didn't come help?" Sam asked. Carmen gave him a look like he was stupid.
"Are you kidding me? Clowns creep the hell outta me. I wasn't going near that one with a sixty foot pole and a clown-proof suit." Carmen said straightening up and taking a drink from her beer. Carmen and Sam looked towards the door Ash had just come out of asking where the boys had been.
"Ash! My favorite backwoods country hick. What do they have you working on?" Carmen asked after she had walked up to him and gave him a hug. "Tacking down weather patterns." Ash said walking to the bar with him homemade laptop. "John's omen info?" Carmen asked surprised that they even had any idea what it was. "Yeah, that stuff." he said before he turned to the boys.
"Alright well I'm heading back to Bobby's. Ellen, here's my numbers. First one is my primary phone. Always turn on and always on me. Second is my back up. Always on but on Duke in case I loose my phone." Carmen said handing Ellen a slip of paper, said goodbye and left for Bobby's.
Carmen had been walking through the junk yard when she heard Sam and Dean talking about how Dean refused to show any emotion about their dad's death. Carmen heard Sam leave and had left her hiding spot just in time to see Dean hitting the trunk of the Impala with a crowbar he had had in his hands. After Dean had thoroughly destroyed the trunk, he dropped the crowbar and stood there looking at the car, breathing hard.
"Dean." Carmen said just loud enough for him to hear. Dean jerked in her direction and didn't look happy to see her. "Oh great. What are you doing here?" Dean asked agitated. "I was passing through when I heard you and Sam talking." Carmen said walking towards the Impala and looked at the trunk. "Oh so you were spying. Because that's always a great quality to have." Dean said walking into the garage. Carmen laughed. "Dean, we are Hunters. We deal with weapons of all kinds, pick locks, break into homes and businesses, dig up graves and burn bones. And the worst thing you want to accuse me of is spying? Besides, I only caught the tail end of the conversation." Carmen said walking in behind him. "So what do you want?" Dean asked still in a temper.
"To do what I told your dad I would. Look after you and Sam." she said. Carmen held up a hand to stop whatever it was he had opened his mouth to say. "Yeah. Yeah. I know. You and Sam are big boys and don't need anyone to look after you. But the truth is, we all need to be looking after each other right now. He may have been my partner but he was your dad, I understand that. But he was my father too, in a way. He wasn't a man to show the emotions that mattered much, but he always showed them when it really counted. Like when you called him from Kansas. We finished the case we had faster than we should have and hauled ass to Kansas." Carmen said seeing the surprise on his face at that statement.
"He went to Kansas after I called? Why didn't he come see us? Help us with the house?" Dean asked confused and angry. "We were both there. He had me watching you and Sam while he stayed at Missouri's place. And as for why didn't he go see you, it's because just like everything else, the demon came first." Carmen said answering his question. Carmen sighed and walked up to Dean. She reached up and cupped his face, looking him straight into is beautiful, pain filled green eyes. "
I know about Sam, Dean. I know what your dad told you to do and it was wrong of him to do it. He shouldn't have asked that of you. But I want you to know that I am going to do as John asked of me and look after you and Sam. And if the worse case scenario should ever arise, I will do it. You wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you did it." Carmen said, her hazel-green eyes still looking into his deep green ones.
After a minute Carmen reached up onto her tiptoes and places a soft, short kiss onto his surprised lips. Carmen pulled away and meant to stop with only that one kiss. But Dean apparently had other plans. Dean had a look on his face that said he wanted to do something, but he didn't want to want it. Because of the look Carmen didn't fully pull away from him after seeing the look on his face.
She was about to ask him what was wrong when she felt one arm wrap around her slim waist and the hand of the other grab a handful of hair at the base of her neck. The next thing she knew, Dean's lips crashed down onto her and it felt like a mix of need and an assault. Dean had been leaning against a small table that had empty beer bottles filling all avaliable space. Carmen wasn't one to show true emotions, something she had learned well after her family and even better after partnering up with John. After snapping out of her shock and depression about John's death, Carmen had hid her need for close physical contact.
It was one of Carmen's few weaknesses. She didn't like to be alone in life, to do this job alone. After losing her family Carmen had been all alone and she hated it. After partnering up with John she hadn't felt so alone all the time, even if he couldn't be what she had really needed. She knew that Dean was angry and upset about his father's death, as was she, and she also knew that Dean didn't hold her in such high regard, but at the moment, she needed contact with him as much as she suspected he did with her.
Carmen began to kiss him back with as much need as he was kissing her with, which she think kind of surprised him.
Carmen reached up with both hands and placed them on his lower jaw and upper neck and held them there as she deepened the kiss. Dean didn't know when Carmen had shoved her tongue in his mouth but he was totally up to playing whatever game it was she was up to. Carmen felt Dean's hands travel to her lower back, down her ass which he was sure to keep a firm grip on for a few brief seconds, and down to her toned thighs which he held on to.
Dean reached down, still gripping her thighs, and lifted her against him. Carmen decided to make it easy on him and wrapped her legs around his waist and helped him out a little by taking some of her weight out of his hands by lifting with her thighs and arms. Carmen heard Dean groan when she rubbed her upper body against his, which is when Dean spun and firmly placed her tight little ass on the bottle covered table.
Dean didn't know why he had even started kissing her. After she had told him that she would do for him the one thing he knew he didn't want to do, the last thing his father had asked of him, and then she gave him a small kiss and he knew he just had to keep on kissing her. He didn't want to, but his body sure as hell did, and his body had won the fight.
He had expected her to start fighting, to push him away, anything except to start kissing him back. But then she had started kissing him back and that was it. He would keep going until she called a halt to it. Or until he had gotten her out of his system, whichever came first. Dean had reached down and grabbed him two big handfuls of Carmen's tight ass and she still didn't start fighting back, had actually rubbed up against him a little, so he reached down and lifted her against him, where she proceeded to wrap her toned, bare legs around his waist.
Then he felt her thighs tighten around his waist and she lifted her upper body and began to rub against him again. 'That's it, dammit!' Dean thought and he turned and put her on the small table he had been leaning against. He placed her on her ass only to shove her onto her back. The table wasn't big enough for her whole upper body so she had to support herself from her shoulders up. Dean broke off the kiss and straightened to look down at her while he breathed in some much needed air. She looked unusually girly today. She was wearing a yellow, clingy spaghetti strap shirt that showed off her hot upper body and dusty looking skin, a low rising blue jean mini skirt, which had ridden up due to her spread legs, that showed off her long muscular legs, a pair of dusty, yellow flip flops and from what he could see of it, a black lacey bra and matching thong. She had left her blue-black hair down, which was mostly caught between her back and the table. She was breathing as hard as he was and, that combined with her laying on her back, was causing her breasts to fall out of her top.
Dean looked back up her body and noticed scars that he hadn't before. He seen four long, thin white scars that reached from over her right shoulder, down and across her collarbone and chest, and disappeared into her the top of her shirt. He also noticed a few pink scars that looked life they may have been made from a knife and he even felt what felt like an old bullet wound on her upper thigh. Proof enough of her dangerous occupation. Dean look back up at her face and into her eyes and could see her silently giving him the green light, which he gladly accepted.
The next morning when Dean, Sam, and Bobby woke up, Carmen Davis along with all of her gear, was gone.