(A/N I should address A.J.'s age. She is 24. I didn't realize I was making her seem so young. She lived with her mom while she was finishing her last semester in college. And on another note; I appreciate all the follows and even my reviews. I appreciate you all, you keep me writing! Thanks! Enjoy! And I'll try and get a chapter up maybe 3 times a week. I work a lot.)
-Later that night around 10:00 p.m.—the three of them decided to take a break after A.J.'s injuries and they all hung out in Sam and Dean's motel room to relax. They grabbed some beer from the gas station down the street and all sat around the "dining" table in the room.
"So let me get this straight." Dean said taking a large gulp of his bottled beer and pointing at A.J., "Your father gave you our phone number some 10 years ago?" He said staring at A.J. drunkenly. She just nodded her head up and down taking a swig from her beer bottle.
"Yeah and he told me that you two would one day save my life." She said pointing to both of them while laughing.
"Save your life. Check!" Dean said with a smile while making a check mark in the air.
"What was your father's name?" Sam asked putting his elbows on the table, while taking a drink from his beer.
"John Williams." She said looking at Sam to see if he recognized it. He shrugged his shoulders and sat back into his chair; saying the name in his head over and over.
"That doesn't sound familiar." Sam said taking a drink of his beer again.
"Honestly, I only saw him every once in a while," She said shrugging while taking another drink, "You think he did what you two do?" She asked as the boys both shrugged and looked at each other.
"Could have been, maybe he was an old friend of dad's." Sam said as he got up from the table and headed over to one of the queen size beds, "I think I'm going to catch some sleep and then we should head to your house to investigate." He said taking his shoes off from the side of the bed. He then laid his head onto the pillow and immediately passed out; snoring.
A.J. got up from the table and headed over to the 30 pack sitting on the dresser, "You want another?" She asked Dean while holding up another bottle of beer and looking over at Sam laughing.
"Yeah I'll take one more." He said smiling at Sammy's snoring and motioning for her to bring it back to him. A.J. opened her beer and took a light sip while walking toward Dean with his. She softly set his beer on the table.
"So how long have you lived here?" Dean asked pointing out the window, referring to the town.
"I've lived here my whole life," She said with a smile on her face, "I've lived in that house my whole life " She said looking outside while pointing down the road.
"I was actually getting ready to move out on my own. This is my last semester in school." She said with a smile. Thinking about the house made her think about her mother. It made her think of the pancakes breakfasts, the loving embraces after a break-up, and basically everything her mother ever sacrificed for her.
Dean and A.J. quickly finished their beers, continuing with light conversation.
"I think I'm going to hit the hay," Dean said as he got up from the table taking his empty beer bottle to the trash, "If you're tired you can take the bed, I'll sleep in this recliner." He said as he plopped into the recliner and reclined back. He put his feet onto the reclined part, folded his hands into his lap, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
"Thanks." A.J. said as she walked over to the bed, pulled back the covers back, and crawled in. As her head hit the pillow she quickly drifted off into dream land, finally feeling safe.
After a four hour nap the three of them awoke and started getting ready to head over to A.J.'s house to investigate.
"Listen, A.J., are you sure you want to come?" Sam said looking down at her as Dean grabbed his jacket and started heading to the door. She started to follow Dean out the door and told Sam,
"Yes, I need clean clothes," She said pointing down to her blood stained pajamas, "And if it's after me, you kind of need me." She said as they closed the motel room door and started heading to the impala as Dean directed Sam and A.J. to the trunk to retrieve some weapons.
"You ever shoot before?" Dean asked A.J. as he used his shotgun to prop open the flap hiding all the weapons.
"My dad showed me once, but that was a long time ago." She said as Dean handed her a shot gun and she looked at it intimidated a little bit. Sam and Dean gave her a brief lesson on the gun and off they went down the street to her house.
The all three walked up the stairs and onto the porch. A.J. walked up to the door first and opened it. Slowly walking in she went over to the lamp in the foyer and turned the knob; but nothing happened.
"Crap I forgot," She said aloud as she turned back to see the boys turning on their flashlights.
"I think somebody needs to go to the breaker box." A.J. said with as Dean stepped forward, "And that means you're going downstairs." She said pointing to the floor. Dean shrugged his shoulders and continued stepping forward.
"Which way to the basement?" He asked as A.J. motioned for him to follow her into the kitchen; she stopped in front of a narrow door and opened it.
"Down there, the breaker box should be to the left on the back wall." She said pointing and raising her eyebrows with concern.
"I'll be fine, you go back to Sam." Dean said giving her a reassuring look as he nodded his head in Sam's direction.
Dean started down the dark damp stairs holding on tight to the railing. He took in a deep breath as he pointed his flashlight to the left and then the right. He turned back to the left and started making his way to the breaker box. He opened up the little door and flipped the main switch, turning all the lights back on.
A.J. looked around the house as all the lights flipped on at once. She gave a sigh of relief, glad that Dean had successfully gotten the lights on.
"Hey I'm going to go upstairs and change clothes, I just feel gross." A.J. said as she started toward the stairs.
"I'll be right here, yell if you need anything," Sam said as he still stood by the front door, now turning his flashlight off. "Oh and take this, just in case." He said as he tossed her the shotgun.
"Thanks, hopefully I won't need this." She said with a smile as she made her way up the stairs.
Dean meanwhile was still in the basement slowly making his way to the stairs. Everything in the basement was catching his eye. There were antiques everywhere: vases, paintings, old dolls, and even a few tables. He started walking toward the stairs slowly when he noticed a creepy doll staring at him. He picked it up in his free hand and started looking it over.
"You are one ugly thing." He said staring the doll in the eyes while shaking it up and down curling his lip in disgust. "Why would they even…" But Dean couldn't finish his sentence as he heard the basement door shut and lock. He dropped the doll onto the floor as he jerked his head toward the loud noise and quickly raced up the stairs. He tried turning the knob but nothing happened.
"Sammy!" He yelled as he tried to turn the door knob again. "Hey Sammy!" He yelled again getting agitated. He started jerking the door harder and harder when he heard a scream coming from the upstairs. "Screw it!" He yelled as he lifted his foot and kicked the door open. He raced through the kitchen and up the stairs. He stopped suddenly in front of A.J.'s door and saw Sam and A.J. sitting on her bed.
Sam looked up at Dean holding a small brown bag and in unison they both said, "Hex bag." As Sam burned it.
"Aw come on witches? I friggin' hate witches!" Dean said as he kicked his foot out like he was kicking dirt and proceeded into the room. He squatted down and looked A.J. in the eye. "This is going to be hard, but witches are after you. Do you have any idea why or who?" A.J.'s eyes shifted from side to side and she shrugged her shoulders,
"Last time I checked witches were only in Harry Potter." She said with a little confusion in her tone.
"Well we hate to break it to you, but they are real. " Dean said standing up from the squatting position and bringing his hand to head. "They probably know you have called in some reinforcements too, we've got to check our room and the rest of this house." Dean said eyeing his brother and A.J.
"Well I got a good look at what's been plaguing A.J.'s house and I must say I've never seen it before." Sam said getting up from the bed, "I need to do some research and you two need to find out who is coming after her." Sam said pointing at A.J. and Dean while heading out the bedroom door.
Sam headed out the front door just as the sun was coming up and he started walking down the sidewalk. He couldn't get the image of the two red eyes staring only at A.J. He kept replaying the scene over and over in his head trying to figure out what it may be, but he had no idea.