Chapter Thirty-one: Good Times
Just a small town girl
Living in a lonely world
She took the midnight train
Going anywhere
Just a city boy
Born and raised in south Detroit
He took the midnight train
Going anywhere
I singer a smoky room
A smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on
I couldn't help but laugh. We had taken a step back from everything. Needing some sort of release from the pain and stress of the job. My stomach was aching from laughing so hard. Even though Sam had just lost the woman he would have loved, he was holding up better then I had thought he would. The music was loud but it was upbeat and we were having fun. It had been a long time since we had had a good dose of fun. We were at the local bowling alley. I hadn't bowled in years. But here we were. Sam was up; he was shaking his butt at us before rolling the ball down the lane. I laughed as it veered around before falling into the gutter. Dean laughed with me before standing up.
"Knock him dead, baby." I grinned at him.
He just winked at me before grabbing his ball and stepping up to the lane. I couldn't help but stare at him. He took his stance. It was ridiculous. He didn't know what he was doing. I grinned, spinning the ring on my finger. When he bent over my eyes fell on his nicely formed ass and my eyes glued themselves to it. I got my focus back when I heard the ball hit the lane. It bounced slightly before knocking down a few of the pins. I laughed as he strutted back to the chairs. I grinned as I stood, kissing him before going for my ball. He smacked my ass, drinking his beer as he smiled at me. I just crinkled my nose at him before turning away. I picked up my ball, a whole whopping ten pounds, and faced the lane. I never claimed to be even halfway decent bowler. I swung back before whipping the ball down the lane. As soon as the ball was out of my hands I turned and walked back to the guys. Dean was frowning at me but when I stepped off of the floor, I turned to see the ball level all of the pins. I turned and grinned at them. Sam grinned back but Dean looked at me with shock. I just shrugged and sat back down.
"Now what?" Dean asked when we were done at the alley.
"Well, the night is still young and I'm not nearly drunk enough." I smiled at him.
"Wanna hit up some bars?" He grinned.
"Sam?" I said looking at him. "What do you think?"
"Let's do it." He smiled.
"Okay, let's go." I told Dean, excited to be out and about with no death in site.
I was already moving to the music as we walked through the first bars doors. It was loud and full of people. I took Sam's hand, leading him to a table while Dean grabbed us a round of beers. I was antsy for some action, downing the beer Dean brought me before going and getting another.
"Slow down, baby." Dean told me.
"Why?" I smiled at him. "Tonight is a night of freedom. We're going to have to get back to work soon. I am so excited to pretend to have a little time off. I want to dance. I want to sing. I want to get piss ass drunk and have some hot sex with you later." I said and laughed.
"Evy! Way too much information." Sam smiled at me, his brows furrowed.
Dean just grinned at me. "Then let's dance." He said and stood.
I grinned back and stood, taking his hand. He led me to the dance floor. I turned, swinging my hips as he grabbed my ass. He pulled me against him. I ran my hands down his chest. He took my hand and spun me, pressing his body against my back. I put my hand on the back of his head as we moved to the beat. I bent forward, pushing my ass into his groin. I could hear his grin. I turned and circled him.
"It's a good thing you already proposed to me." I grinned as I trailed my fingers across his back.
"Why is that?" He asked as his arms circled my waist.
"Because I am a lousy dancer." I grinned.
He laughed and kissed me deeply. We were an embarrassment to ourselves. I'm sure everyone was grateful when a slow song came on. We could handle the slow songs. His arms were wrapped around my waist, mine around his neck. I played with the hair at the nape of his neck. I was lost in him. It was slightly ridiculous, even when I thought about it, but I was so in love with this man that I could hardly stand it. At times he drove me insane. There were times we didn't see eye to eye. He could be so stubborn and hard sometimes. But then again, so could I. In the end he was always what I wanted. Through thick and thin I would be with this man. I would be with him until the world ended. No matter what happened we would be together. Through life and death.
"How are you doing tonight Ms. Evy?" Dean asked with a southern accent.
I laughed and smiled up at him. "I'm doin' quite fine, kind sir." I replied mimicking his accent.
He smiled and kissed me gently. "So, you ready for a little musical influence?"
I just laughed as the karaoke mic squealed to life. We sat and listened to several horrible people before deciding it was time. It had been ages since we'd done this. I sort of missed it. It really was a good way to let loose and get rid of some of the pent up emotions we were feeling. I was the first to go, too excited to wait any longer, that and the alcohol was starting to impair my judgment. Never could do it very well unless I was at least somewhat intoxicated. Tonight it was Devil in Disguise by the one and only Elvis. It was humorous and fun. Plus the lyrics had some truth to it and even now I could see that side of him. Loved him to death and I didn't mind that side of him as much as I used to. There was no changing him anyway. He just grinned at me throughout the song. Everyone clapped and I happily took my seat after it was done. Dean finished his beer before taking the mic from me. I burst with laughter as the music for Calling Dr. Love started. The song fit him. People were on their feet and I joined them, cheering on my man. It was fun and full of energy just as it always was with him. He didn't do anything half ass, and I wasn't complaining.
"Tell me why we're doing this again?" Sam said as he stood with his golf club over his shoulder.
I frowned before turning back to the orange ball on the green floor. I looked at the small windmill, the blades turning, just enough to cause a problem for my little friend here. I was probably concentrating too hard on this simple task. It wasn't life or death. I took into consideration the wind and the noise coming from the brothers, focusing on that little orange ball. I hit the ball and it slipped past the blades and through the hole. I went to the other side and watched as it rolled directly into the hole. I grinned and turned to the men.
"Okay, first of all, I'm awesome. Second, we're doing this because we need to. When was the last time we had some good, consequence free, fun?" I said looking at Sam. "Besides, I don't remember the last time I mini-golfed and I'm having fun. Can't you humor me for just a little while?"
"Oh course." Dean said putting his arm around me. "I'm having fun." He grinned.
I laughed and shoved him gently. "Hit your ball."
Sam participated but he wasn't quite as enthused as I had hoped he would be. But he was still being a good sport about it. That night we ended up at the bar again. Sitting in the room all the time was slightly pathetic but at the same time being out didn't seem to be doing the trick anymore. We didn't even stay for karaoke. I was having an ice cream craving so we stopped for supplies. We found a nice suite to stay in for the duration of our stay. It had two rooms. A TV in both, a tiny kitchen separating them. It was nice. Too nice for us but we were trying to have fun.
We sat around the table. Enjoying our various types of ice cream. We basically ate a little of everything. I topped mine with whipped cream, dipping my index finger into it. I scooped a small portion out and slowly stuck my finger into my mouth. I closed my eyes, savoring the taste, as I pulled my finger back out. I smiled at Sam before looking at Dean. He had that look in his eyes. I grinned and leaned forward, putting whipped cream on his nose.
"So you wanna play, huh?" He smiled.
"Maybe." I grinned licking the rest off my fingers.
The next thing I knew I had whipped cream being squirted in my face. It was everywhere. Along with it came chocolate and caramel sauce. Soon there was ice cream and M&M's and Oreos. We were laughing, even Sam. Dean tackled me, rubbing his face in the whipped cream between my breasts. I burst with laughter. He accidentally pushed the chair backward and we fell to the floor. We were laughing enthusiastically when I heard footsteps walking away. My laughter died down as I watched Sam walk into the bathroom. I sighed and looked at Dean. He stood and helped me to my feet. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a rag to start cleaning up.
"I was just trying to help you know." I told Dean sadly as I started cleaning up. "I just wanted to make things better. Take away some of the bleakness."
"I know." Dean said getting another rag.
"He's hurting, I get that, but we have been through too much to let ourselves drown in our own misery. I would have gone insane a long time ago."
"Me too."
"I don't want to be an upset to Sam. He needs support. He knows we're here for him. I just wanted life to seem a little less dreary. I am happy." I said looking at Dean. "For all intensive purposes, I am happy. I am engaged to the love of my life. I'm healthy with no long term complications. Other then the hunting I think I lead a pretty good life."
"Me too." He said putting his arms around my waist.
I sighed and rested my hands on his biceps. "It makes me feel guilty. We're happy while he got his happiness taken away."
He put his forehead against mine, kissing me gently. "I know you wanted to help. You're trying your best. But Sam is a big boy. He can take it. It might be a little rough for a while but he'll be okay." He told me reassuringly.
"Okay." I said as I wrapped my arms around him, resting my head on his chest.
"I, uh, have to say that, uh, the whipped cream was a good idea." He smirked at me.
I laughed at him as he licked some whipped cream from my cleavage. We quieted down when Sam came out. I smiled at Dean as we finished cleaning up. My big master plan had failed. I had good intentions but in the end I had been forcing normalcy on all of us. Sam would survive this. All of us seemed to always survive whatever was thrown at us. This was no different. I knew that he missed Madison. I also knew that he would be all right.
A few days later we were back on the road, in route to our next possible job. I had stopped trying to push any sort of fun on Sam. It was pointless and I knew it, even though I tried to ignore it. We drifted back right into our normal routine. Jumped from town to town, hotel to motel, gas station after gas station, all of it leading to some supernatural thing. Some thing that needed to be killed. But that was the story of our life. It was the way it was and the way it was going to stay.
"Are we there yet?" I smiled at Dean.
"Almost." He said and slowed as we passed a street sign, turning down a side road.
I grinned as the small house came into view. The lights were on and we could see a woman through the window. She was young and pretty. Dean had his eyes on her.
"You're lucky I'm not the jealous type." I smiled at him with a raised brow.
He didn't even look at me as he replied, "What are you talking about? You are the jealous type."
"What?" I frowned at him. He turned and grinned at me. "If I were the jealous type Jo would be dead. I'd even track Cassie down and give her a piece of my mind. If I were the jealous type I would never be able to leave you alone."
"You never do." He grinned back.
I frowned harder at him. "That has nothing to do with your loyalties. That's about keeping you breathing." I said and crossed my arms. He'd irked me now.
"Don't be mad." He smiled.
"Shut up." I said and got out of the car.
"Evy, come on." Dean said doing the same.
"Let's just get the job done." I told him as I walked toward the house.
"Evy, just hold up a sec."
I stopped and faced him. "Not now, honey." I told him coldly.
He rolled his eyes and sighed. I went to the door, ringing the bell. The woman came to the door, answering it with a smile.
"Hi, my name is Evy. This is Dean and his brother Sam. We're here to talk to you about the recent death of your boyfriend." I told her.
Her smile disappeared and she just eyed us suspiciously. "What about him?" She asked.
"Can we come in?" I asked.
She looked at the three of us. The guys smiled at her while I looked at her slightly impatiently. "You can, they can't." She said and opened the door a little wider.
"Okay." I said and moved inside.
"Wait, hold on." Dean frowned.
"Dean, I'll be fine. Just go wait in the car." I frowned back and closed the door.
Beth was the girl's name. She had been seeing Seth for about three months. He proposed just a few weeks prior to his death.
"We were happy. He was fantastic and even though it was fast I could see myself being with him for the rest of my life." She told me as we sipped coffee on the couch.
"So what happened?" I asked her.
"He turned creepy." She replied. "He was calling all the time. He would show up randomly while I was on break. Even when I was out with friends. We were about to move in together but I was starting to second guess myself. I told him we needed to talk. I told him what I was feeling. He freaked out on me. We were at his place. I was upset so I left in a hurry. I found out the next morning that he had been in a car accident. He was killed. He had been on his way here. I felt guilty at first but he wasn't as good a guy as I had thought him to be." She said and took a drink.
"And now he's back." I stated.
"I thought I was crazy. I saw him at the grocery store. I saw him at work. He stands out in my yard." She told me.
"But he doesn't touch you?" I asked.
"No." She said shaking her head. "Not yet anyway. It was just last night that he was in the kitchen. I've been trying to ignore it but it's getting to be too much. I don't want to be afraid anymore." She told me sadly.
"I know the feeling." I smiled and my fingers moved to my ring.
"Dean?" She asked.
I smiled and nodded, "Yeah."
"You didn't seem very happy with him tonight." She stated.
"I'm not. We've been through a lot together. He cheated on me once. But lately it seems like they think I don't trust them. Dean's nearly died…too many times. Me needing to keep an eye on him has nothing to do with the women he's slept with. It has to do with him being safe. I don't want to lose him. We've been to Hell and back. Seen Heaven and the whole bit. But I trust him with all of me. I just wish he'd see that." I confided in her.
"I'm sure he does." Beth smiled. "I can tell."
I laughed and smiled at her. "The funny thing is, is that this whole thing came about when he saw you through the window."
"What can I say? I'm one hot babe." She grinned. I laughed until the room went cold. I frowned and stood. "What is it?" Beth asked.
"He's here." I said and grabbed the poker next to the fireplace.
A second later Seth was in the room. He looked like he'd been run over by a tractor. He glared at me before smiling at Beth.
"I'm going to take you home now." He told her. "I've missed you. Have you missed me too?" He asked.
"I think it's time you go to Hell." I told him. He lunged at Beth and I slashed him with the poker. He disappeared. I pulled out my phone. "Dean, Seth's our guy. Find the remains and burn them. Don't forget the car." I told him and hung up.
"Just like that?" Beth asked.
"Pretty much." I told her. "I'll watch out for you until they call or get back."
"So I guess I'm not crazy." She said sitting back down.
"You're taking it well. But you seemed to know what was going on before I got here." I said sitting next to her.
"I can't say that I've never been interested in the supernatural. I've randomly looked it up. A friend of mine was really into it a few years back. So I knew something when this all started. Not much, just the snippets that were consistent from site to site." She told me.
I couldn't help but smile at her. "You're a supernatural fan. That's kinda funny."
"Yeah, I spose it is." She smiled back.
"But just so you know." I told her getting serious. "It's not as interesting as it seems. It's terrifying and deadly. I suggest you stop looking into it. It's not worth it."
"Yeah, after this I don't think I'll be looking at it at all." She replied.
I could tell she was scared. She was holding up but it was clear that it was just a façade. We waited. I made circles, checking the yard to see if Seth had returned. Dean hadn't called so I could only assume they were still digging and burning. I thought we were in the clear until glass started to shatter as the temperature dropped.
"Shit." I said and returned to Beth. But when I entered the living room Seth already had her. Her back was pressed against him, his hand covering her throat. "Let her go."
"She's mine." He told me.
I rolled my eyes as anger started to boil. "I am so sick of men thinking that they lay claim on their women. There is claim involved. I know that but seriously, we are our own people and we will decide what is best for us."
"She's mine." He repeated.
"Great." I said nodding at the ghost. "I am in the venting mood and I get the dumb ghost."
He pushed Beth onto the couch and rushed me. He did the ghost thing, moving in the blink of an eye. He slammed me against the wall. My head hit it hard. I fell to the floor dazed. He grabbed my arms and threw me across the room. I landed on the coffee table. It, of course, had a glass center. It broke and I could feel the shards dig into me. I didn't have a chance to get to my feet before he had me by the throat. He pulled me to my feet. He let me go and punched me hard. I could see the poker only a few feet from me. But I wouldn't get to it in time.
"Beth, talk to him." I told her.
"What?" She asked.
"I'm slightly vulnerable at the moment and I'm not looking to die any time soon. I'm not above asking for help."
She just looked at me before looking at Seth. "Stop." She told him. He paused and looked at her. "Don't hurt her."
He turned toward her, allowing me to grab the poker and slash him with it. "Okay. I'd say he knows he's in trouble." I told Beth.
"This is too much." She said and rushed to her room.
"Beth…" I said and followed her.
Her door was locked. I was about to leave her be when she started to scream. I turned and slammed my shoulder into the door, breaking it open. Seth had her pinned on the bed. She was pushing against him. He was trying to kiss her. I rushed in and pulled him off of her. I managed to land a few punches of my own before he disappeared. I grabbed Beth and pulled her toward the front door. Before we could reach it every door and window slammed shut the locks turning. My phone rang and I quickly put it to my ear.
"All right, it's done." Dean told me, his tone still on the angry side. "We're on our way back."
"It's not done." I told him quickly. "He's in the house. No exit."
"What?" He asked, worry entering his voice.
"No time to explain. Some sort of remains is still around." I told him. Seth appeared in front of us, a very angry expression on his face. "Shit." I said before I was thrown. The phone was knocked out of my hand. I scrambled to my feet, racing to Beth. I grabbed her before running to the bathroom, slamming the door.
"What do we do now?" Beth asked me frantically.
"Did he ever give you anything? Anything that might have any DNA left on it?" I asked her.
"What? No. I don't know." She said and started to pace.
I grabbed her arms, making her face me. "You need to think. We can't get rid of him if there is some part of him left."
She nodded, her eyes darting around the room as she thought. Seth starting to pound on the door, making it shake. I put my back against the door, bracing my feet against anything nearby. I held the poker and summoned all the strength I had, slamming it through the door. The banging stopped and I looked at Beth. It was clear when she remembered. I took a deep breath and nodded at her.
"There is a picture of us in the living room, next to the lamp. When we got it made he accidentally cut himself on the edge. There is a blood smear on the back of it." She told me.
"Okay." I said and turned to the door. "Wait here. If he comes to the door just keep him distracted so I can burn the picture. If it gets too hairy just yell for me."
I slipped out the door. The house was quiet. Not a single sound. It was eerie and anything but comforting. I moved quietly, making my way into the living room. So far there was no sign of Seth. I had just picked up the frame when there was a tapping on the window. I looked to see Dean. I frowned at him, mouthing 'quiet'. But it was too late. Seth was in front of me in an instant. I glared at Dean before making a run for it. He grabbed me, looking at Dean before tossing me into the window. My heat hit the lock on top the first window, sending blood down the glass. Dean looked at me wide eyed as I fell to the floor. He starting banging on the glass, yelling, as Seth walked toward me. The picture was across the room. The frame was broken. All I had to do was get fire on it some how. I took one more shot, trying to finish it, but Seth had his ghostly abilities working for him. Without back up I didn't have a lot going for me. Shots rang in the room as Dean tried to break into the window. I could hear Sam trying to kick in the door. Seth's focus was intense and at the moment I was caught in his crosshairs. He had me by the throat, squeezing as he pulled me to my feet. As my air supply started to run out I could see the picture at his feet. I pulled the lighter from my jacket pocket. Quickly, I opened it, striking it before I dropped it onto the picture. It took longer then I thought but the picture caught flame. Seth started to scream and he released me. He was gone only seconds later. I heard the door bust open and Dean was no longer at the window. Beth emerged from the bathroom, looking shocked and tearstained.
"Evy!" Dean yelled before rushing into the room.
"I'm fine." I told him.
"God…" He said taking my arms.
"I'm fine." I repeated as I put my hands on his forearms. "I got it done." I smiled.
He lifted my chin with his thumb and index finger before running his fingers across the bruises that were already starting to pop up.
"You look like crap." He frowned.
"Well, Seth was strong and I didn't exactly have my usual back up." I told him before moving to Beth. "You okay?" I asked her. She nodded. "Good. Grab a bag; we'll take you to a friend's house." She nodded again and walked away.
When she was gone I took a deep breath, sitting on the couch. Dean knelt in front of me, checking my wounds. "Are you okay?" He asked.
"I will be. This isn't the first beating I've ever taken." I told him.
"I'm sorry." He told me.
"For what?" I frowned at him.
"For pissing you off." He told me.
I just looked at him and laughed. "Baby, it's fine." I said putting my hand on his face. I leaned forward and kissed him deeply. "I can never stay mad at you anyway." I told him and stood, holding my breath as pain moved through my body. "Let's just focus on getting her someplace safe for the night. Then I'll get myself looked at." Dean nodded.
It took a few hours but we managed to get Beth safe and me to a hospital. I wouldn't have bothered except I could feel glass embedded in me in more then one place. I needed actual medical assistance, not just Dean and Sam. If I needed to be stitched, no problem, concussion, no problem, embedded glass…professional. When we were back at the hotel I slept. They had given me pain pills, that mixed with the endless nights of no sleep made it easy. Sleep was bliss. I didn't even have the energy to dream. When I woke up Dean was staring down at me, resting on his forearm. I smiled and put my hand on his cheek, gently rubbing it with my thumb.
"Hey." I whispered with a smile.
He kissed my palm, a sad expression crossing his face. I frowned at him, taking his hand in mine. He just looked at me, smiling his crooked smile. I smiled and tilted my head up. He smiled a full smile, kissing me deeply. I rolled onto my back, feeling the pain. I slowly stood and fetched my pain pills from the table. I took two before sitting on the edge of the table. I ran my fingers through my hair before looking at Dean.
"You're not still mad at me are you?" He asked.
I smiled and shook my head. "No. I'm just sore." I told him. He nodded and sat next to me. "So that was fun, right?" I grinned at him.
He gave a short laugh and looked at me. "If you call that fun."
"Good times. Good times." I smiled at him.
He laughed and put his arm around me. "We live some pretty crazy lives." He told me.
I laughed and put my arms around him, resting my head on his chest. "Yeah, but I wouldn't have it any other way."
He just smiled and kissed my forehead. We relaxed for the rest of the day. There was plenty of time to hunt. Plenty of monsters to kill. But I wouldn't give up on fun. With our job, just killing the bad guy was fun. It was all the fun we could take.