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Chapter 50: Hollywood Babylon Part 2
"I swear I just filled up the tank." Dean said annoyingly, pulling into a run down looking gas station.
"Are you sure this thing is even open?" I asked, looking out Dean's window.
The building itself looked like it was about to crumble. The light blue and white paint was peeling horribly off the bricks and the doors looked like they were slightly unhinged. I squinted into the inside of the building. Well, maybe it was still open. The lights were on and I saw people moving about. But judging from the outside of the damn place, I couldn't imagine how clean it could be.
"I just saw a van pull out a few minutes before we pulled in." Sam stated from the backseat. "I'm pretty sure it's open. I need to stretch my legs anyways."
Dean pulled the car up to one of the pumps and turned the car off, pocketing the keys. Sam got out as soon as Dean did so and walked around the car, heading into the building. I'm guessing he was either looking for a bathroom or getting something to drink. We couldn't have been that far from Los Angeles, we had been in San Francisco for Christ's sake.
"Do you know how far away we are?"
Dean shook his head, stretching his back over the seat. Fucking tease. I watched his shirt rise above his pants and saw the lining of his black boxer briefs gently start to taunt me as they rested on his pelvic bone. His skin looked hot to touch and I let out a slow breath as my eyes grazed over his light happy trail.
"Way to listen to what I'm saying, Core." Dean commented with a sly smile as he stopped stretching and pulled his arms back.
"Huh?" My cheeks tinted pink and I smiled shyly. "Oh, sorry."
Dean chuckled and wrapped an arm around my waist, bringing my side closer to him. "Don't be sorry." He kissed the side of my head. "I know what it's like to not be able to stop staring after someone."
I smirked and looked at my hands. "You mean our waitress, Sarah?"
I could feel Dean glare at me and I turned with a small innocent smile to look at him. "No, I meant you."
"Yeah, I'm sure it's hard not to stare with me growing fat and all." I giggled as he frowned. "I'm kidding, Dean."
He put a hand over my stomach and smiled slightly. "Yeah, well, you better be." He then suddenly rolled his eyes as he looked at me. "And you're not that fat, miss drama queen."
I shrugged. "I will be soon."
"Well it's not like I'm going to start loving you differently." I nodded but said nothing and Dean took his hand away. When I looked up at him he seemed hurt. "Did you think that?"
"No, no I never thought that." I said softly and that was the truth. Well, I mean, I thought about it when I first got pregnant. But Dean had proved himself time and time again that just wasn't the case. So, no, I never thought that of him again. "I know how much you love me and this baby, Dean." I cupped his cheek and ran my thumb along his cheekbone. "I never thought that."
Dean nodded and licked his lips, he leaned back from my hand and grabbed it with one of his own, carefully bringing it to his lips and kissing it. I felt the stubble on his upper lip and chin and smiled as he kissed my hand a few times before letting go.
"Alright, I'm gonna fill the tank. You wanna come with or stay in here?"
"Uhm, I'll come with, I wanted to use the bathroom anyways."
Dean nodded and got out of the car. I got out as well, shivering as the wind whipped through the parking lot. At least it wasn't raining; it always felt so much colder when it was about to rain or when it was supposed to. I checked the weather before we left the motel and it said it wasn't calling for anything. I just wished it would have been nice. Maybe the motel we stayed at could have had a pool and the Winchesters and I could have taken a much needed break.
I closed the door and wrapped my arms around myself as I stood next to him as he put the pump in the car. I nearly swore at myself for giving him his leather jacket back. I guess I should have started investing in some type of coat or something. I knew Dean never minded me wearing his jacket, but I annoyed myself whenever I kept asking for it. I went to the trunk and asked Dean for the keys.
"For what?" He asked, watching me for a moment.
I couldn't feel my hands as I leaned them on top of the shiny black trunk. Damn, this thing was so clean that my reflection looked glossy. Which was far from the truth I'm sure. "I want to look for a sweatshirt."
"You want my jacket?" He didn't sound annoyed or angry or frustrated that I always seemed to be cold. Which I was, okay? Sorry for the annoyance but this weather wasn't exactly helping. It's not like I was in a warm climate to start with. No, it was either snow, fog, rain or thirty below zero. I shivered; God, how I hated it. If Dean and I ever put our feet down somewhere and got a house, you could damn well bet it was going somewhere warm.
I winced as he stepped closer to me and kissed my nose. He frowned at the coldness of it and took his jacket off. "I feel bad I'm always taking it."
"If I didn't want you to have it, I'd never give it to you." Valid points, Winchester. "Okay?"
I nodded and he smiled as I kissed his cheek, gently grazing my nose along his cheekbone for a moment before I pecked his lips. He gently pushed his lips against my own as he draped the jacket across my shoulders.
"Alright, I'm gonna head to the bathroom and buy some candy or something. I really want some chocolate."
"You want me to come with you?" Dean asked as I turned around and started heading towards the building.
I smirked and turned, watching him take the pump out of the car and set it back in the machine. He raised his eyebrows at me as I smiled. "So you can what? Help me undo my pants?"
Dean grinned. "That was the general idea…"
"You gotta a dirty mind, Winchester."
"Please miss 'stare at my crotch and stomach'." I let out a laugh and put a hand over my face for a moment. "Don't act so high and mighty. You have just as many dirty thoughts as I do; you just think them instead of saying them."
"Well, I'll just have to start voicing my general opinions, now won't I?"
Dean smiled and bit his bottom lip. "Sounds like a great plan. We can start when you get back if you want."
I rolled my eyes. "With Sam in the car?"
"What about me?" Sam asked and I saw him come up beside me.
"Dean wants to talk dirty with me while your in the car." I smirked as Sam grunted.
"Please don't. Its bad enough you two try to have sex when you think I'm asleep."
My eyes widened and Dean chuckled. "You heard us?"
"Please, a deaf person could hear you." Sam stated and I looked at Dean. Yeah, okay, so we were guilty of something called 'secret sleep sex'. Sue us. We seriously thought Sam was asleep when we started. I mean, we waited at least two hours. Dean had to have a firm hand clamped over my mouth each time, but I figured it was worth it.
"What did you stay up and listen?" Dean asked as Sam's eyes popped out of his head and I burst out laughing. "Who knew you liked to listen, Sammy."
"Well, now that you know," I tried getting my laughing under control. "Now we can be as loud as we want."
Dean smirked and Sam groaned, putting his hands over his ears as he walked to the car.
"I never should have said anything."
"I'm looking at this as a good thing." I announced. "Now Dean won't have to put a hand over my mouth."
"Good thing, I find your moans and groans very sexy." Dean replied sultrily and I smiled slowly.
I could see Dean trying to spite Sam with that sentence. And from what I saw it was kind of working because Sam was now sinking down in the seat with his hands over his ears. That'll teach him for listening to things where he wasn't invited. But I guess it wasn't completely his fault, he probably woke up in the middle of the night and heard us on accident. And we were in the same room all the time. There wasn't much to be done.
"Alright, I'm gonna head to the bathroom. You want me to grab anything for you? Some type of candy?"
Dean smiled. "You know what I like."
I smiled and nodded, heading into the little mart or whatever it was. The room was tiny and amazingly clean as I walked to the counter to ask where the bathroom was. The floor had white and brown tiles and the food was nicely stacked on the shelves. Not one thing was out of place. Even the guy at the counter was clean shaven and young. I guess the whole; 'judge a book by its cover' reference could be inserted here.
"Excuse me?"
He turned from what he was doing and smiled at me. "Yes?"
"Can you tell me where the bathroom is?"
"Sure." He reached down under the counter and handed me the bathroom key. "Just go past the chips and it's the second door down the hall."
I smiled and turned. "Thank you."
I went down the aisle and turned into a short hallway. At the end of it was two doors, a bathroom for both sexes and a storage closet. I sighed and knocked on the door, making sure no one was in there before I headed in. There was no answer so I pulled open the door and went in. I made sure it was locked before I put the key down on the sink. I sighed, looking at my reflection in the mirror. Well, I guess I could have looked worse. There were light circles under my eyes and my hair looked a little dry, like I blow dried it and straightened it or something too many times. Even though I barely did either. I just needed a good shower, with some actual time for the conditioner to seep into my hair and some sleep. I could cure the haggard looking with that. It was funny how Dean never mentioned if I was looking a little bit different. Either he didn't notice or didn't care. I mean, he mentioned if I was pale or tired but other than that he always looked at me with a smile and said he loved me like nothing had changed. I smiled softly. But I guess that was a good thing.
I looked over at the toilet and was happy to see that the porcelain was a very clean white and that the water was clear. I undid my jeans and quickly did my business before Dean came back and knocked on the door and told me to shag ass. I rolled my eyes and pulled my jeans up, fixing my shirt as I buttoned and zipped them. I flushed the toilet and washed my hands.
As I dried my hands on the towel, I felt a gust of cold air blow in from my left and shivered.
"Weird." I said quietly as I looked to my left. There was just a wall. No window or vent and the door was on the other side of the room, so where was the air coming from?
My breath stuttered out from my chest, hitting the cold air and creating some type of fog. No, this wasn't right. It wasn't that cold outside and it was near freezing in this room. Which only meant one thing: something was in the room and my spirit bell was ringing like crazy in my head.
I tried getting to the door and jiggling the handle, but it wouldn't budge. I pounded on it and yelled for the counter guy, but it didn't surprise me that no one heard me. When a spirit wanted you, it had its ways of cutting of your ways for help. I got out my cell and tried calling Dean but I guess I should have known I wouldn't get a signal.
So I tried the only thing I knew how to do, I tried to ask what the hell it wanted without having a heart attack. "Alright Casper," I treaded lightly, hoping I wasn't pissing it off by just being there. Why hadn't Sam come into contact with the spirit too? I mean, he had been in the bathroom just like me. "I'm not here to piss you off, is there something that you want?"
I heard scratching and I looked at the ceiling and the walls. I swallowed, hearing the scratching getting louder. My heart nearly stopped as the scratching turned into pounding. The mirror on the wall began to shudder and I felt goose bumps rise on my arms and back as another gust of wind whipped through the bathroom.
"What do you want?" I asked again, looking at the mirror as it wobbled. It made a harsh thump against the wall and I stepped back as it cracked. My heart beat hammered in my chest and I went to the door again, pounding on and screaming for Dean even though I knew it did very little good. I should have started carrying around salt or something but I mean, where the hell was I going to put it? Or where was I seriously going to stash a bag or carton of salt on my person? Maybe I should have started carrying a purse or something.
I heard screeching and turned abruptly, looking widely around the room. But no spirit had reformed yet, so I figured that was good or better at least. Usually when a spirit couldn't appear; it didn't have enough energy or power. Suddenly, everything stopped and the cold air vacated from the room. As I tried the door I heard something scratch again, but this time it sounded like nails on a chalkboard. I turned towards the mirror and watched as something scraped down the surface, spelling something out in an agonizingly slow rate.
It was the answer to the question I had asked twice. What did the spirit want? I swallowed and I felt scared tears build in my chest. I went towards the mirror, the cracks showing up on my reflection like I had long scratches in my face. The spirit wanted my baby.
I gripped my stomach, a shooting pain starting in my lower abdomen. I doubled over, bending at the waist and collapsed on my knees. Tears breached my eyes as I felt something warm and wet against my hands. I looked at my stomach and gasped as I pulled my hands back. I was bleeding. It was pooling around my shirt and getting against Dean's jacket. I screamed as I felt another slash across my stomach.
But the minute I felt like I was going to die from the blood loss and the pain, the minute it went away. As I looked down the blood was gone and so was the pain, swallowed up in the delusions that the spirit wanted me to see and feel. I looked up at the mirror as I got up off my knees. The cracks were gone too and I sure as hell wasn't waiting for this spirit to get enough juice to get all riled up again.
I ran towards the door and was surprised when it opened. I looked back at the room as I ran out, forgetting the keys and dismissing the thought of what the counter guy would think of me when I ran past him and out to my car. He could think whatever the hell he wanted to, I just wanted to get back to Sam and Dean and tell them what the hell had happened. I turned to look back at where I was going and slammed straight into Dean.
I let out a yelp as I collided against him. Dean grabbed my shoulders in an effort to stop me and try and calm me down. "Hey, hey, Andy its okay." He tried, his hands traveling down my shoulders to my arms and all to my hands, holding them tightly. "It's alright, I'm right here okay?"
I closed my eyes and leaned against his chest. I felt his arm curl around my back and hold me to him as I tried to get my ragged breathing under control.
"Hey is everything alright?" I heard the counter guy ask. I pulled back from Dean as he turned and ran a hand through my hair. I tried getting my emotions under control, trying not to show the guy I was freaked to hell.
I tried giving him a small smile. "Yeah, um, I'm…I'm fine. I just, saw a rat. Like a huge one. I'm kind of a huge rat-a-phob." I mentioned jokingly, trying to focus on laughing instead of crying.
The man looked embarrassed and I felt Dean grab my hand and squeeze it tightly. I could tell by the way he was looking at me and touching me that he knew that wasn't the case and that I was scared. I didn't look at him though. If I looked at Dean, right in the eyes, I'd break into tears and that's just all there was to it.
"Oh, I'm so sorry." The man tried and I nodded. "We've never had a rat problem before…let me at least refund your gas for the problem."
"No, it's alright, really." Dean said and put a hand on my back. "We're just gonna head out. Thank you, though."
Dean pushed me gently and it's not like I needed the momentum to get the hell out of here. I walked quickly, still hearing the screeching in my ears. It was definitely a woman's voice and I hated that this was just going to be another case on top of the Los Angeles one. But I couldn't exactly just leave this one behind. The spirit obviously chose to show itself to me. It completely ignored Sam. So either it chose me because I was a woman or because I was pregnant. I remembered the mirror and shook my head, tears pooling my eyes. Well, I guess it obviously chose me for my baby.
"Hey," Dean grabbed my shoulder and tried turning me around as I reached the car. His eyes softened and I felt him gently rub my shoulder for a moment as he saw as how upset I was.
I heard Sam get out and shut the door. "What happened? You were in there for…" Sam trailed off as he rounded me and stood next to Dean. "Andy, are you okay?"
"I uhm…I saw a spirit." I said, my voice crackling with held in tears. "Well, more like felt and heard."
"Well, you're okay right?" Dean asked, squeezing my forearm as he looked me over.
I nodded and tried smiling, but my voice shook as I spoke. "Yeah, I'm fine babe. Other than scared, I'm fine."
"You said the spirit spoke to you?" Sam asked. "What did it say?"
"It was a she, at least from the screaming that's what I could tell. I asked her what she wanted and she…" I shook my head and ran a hand through my hair. "She scratched out on the mirror that she wanted my baby." I felt Dean let out a small breath of air through his nose and I felt him run his hand up and down my arm. "All of a sudden I started feeling pains in my stomach and I was bleeding. But after a few moments it was gone."
"Aw, sweetie." Dean said softly and pulled me towards him. I didn't resist it, I don't care who saw me nearly break down against him. That blood shook me, sure it was gone after a few moments but it still felt real. I rubbed my face against Dean's shoulder as I felt his arm curl around my back and gently rub my neck.
I saw Sam shift on his feet and extend a hand against my back. I felt him rub my back and I sighed, closing my eyes for a moment as I felt both the boys try their hardest to make it better.
"Well, the whole message on the mirror about the baby and the cuts on the stomach…it has to connect to the spirit somehow." Sam said and I felt Dean kiss my head.
"Come on; let's get you in the car." Dean gently pulled me back from him and opened the car door for me. "After this Los Angeles case we'll figure this out."
"What if the spirit comes after me again?" I asked as Dean got in the car next to me and Sam took the driver's seat.
"Well this is the first time this happened, right?" Sam asked as he started the car. He jerked the car out of park and pulled it out on the road. "I doubt she'll show up randomly. She's probably haunting the gas station."
"Why did she have to come after me?" I asked quietly, fiddling with the ends of Dean's jacket as the sleeves came over my hands.
Dean leaned over and pulled me against his side. I shifted and moved closer to him until my thigh was against his and I curled into his chest. I felt his arm lay across my shoulders and his other hand rest on my thigh, tracing circles around my jeaned covered skin. He rested his lips against my head and started leaving small kisses. I closed my eyes against his soft touches and sighed, my hot breath leaking through his shirt and making cinnamon release against my face.
"I'm guessing because she related to you. You're a woman and you're pregnant…maybe that's all there is. But we won't really know until we start the research."
"I'm just glad those cuts weren't real. God, there was so much blood." I shook my head against Dean and he pushed his hands against my back.
"It's okay." He said comfortingly. "You're okay. Nothing is going to happen while Sam and I are right here."
I nodded and shifted my one arm around his stomach, squeezing him tightly as he held me. "Can we talk about something else? I'm not too keen on remembering blood pouring from my body."
Sam laughed but it was no where near being funny. "Yeah, sure." He popped in one of my mix tapes and the soothing sounds of Stereophonics started to play out of the speakers of the car. Sam turned down the volume and I sighed against Dean's chest, feeling a bit more relaxed.
"Did you try and call me?" Dean asked softly and I nodded, squeezing him.
"Yeah, many times. Phone and by screams. It didn't do any good."
Dean shook his head and his voice lowered like he was really upset. "I'm sorry I couldn't get to you."
I leaned my chin up and looked at him, scrunching my eyebrows. "Dean." He looked down at me, his eyes filling with a small amount of liquid that seemed unfamiliar to him. "It's not your fault and you know that. The spirit was cutting off my means of help. How could you start blaming yourself for that?"
"I hate the thought of you screaming for me and I couldn't get to you." Dean admitted and I leaned up and kissed his cheek.
"You couldn't have done anything, not with the spirit calling shots." I tried reassuring him but he didn't seem satisfied with it.
I didn't know what else he wanted me to say. I mean, it was true. He couldn't have done anything. The spirit cut off my calls for anyone. Unless he would have been with me, which I'm sure is what he was going to do from now on or at least until we got rid of this spirit, he wouldn't have been able to help me at all. And it's not like I blamed him or anything. I loved Dean and I knew he loved me, therefore I knew he'd try his hardest in preventing anything from happening to me. The thing was, bad things happened to people all the time and he couldn't fight that. It was like trying to push a planet.
Instead of fighting me on the subject he just nodded and leaned down to give me a small kiss on my lips. I re-positioned my head against his chest and decided I should sleep while I could. We still had a short while before we reached Los Angeles.
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"This place is so cool!" I gushed enthusiastically as I gripped Dean's forearm.
Dean rolled his eyes and smiled affectionately at me. "You're such a dork; it's just like a really big movie set."
"Yeah, but…look at all the cool props and costumes and designs for sets just lying around. It's like a big Halloween costume shop. I think it's cool." I said smiling and looking around at the people walking about.
"I still think you're a dork." Dean said quietly and I smiled at him even though he was mocking me. I had never been on or near a Hollywood set before and I don't know, I was excited. There were costumes and movie props from all my favorite movies and I could look over each of the people who walked past me and tell whether they were an actor or actress, film director or writer or just if they were a simple P.A.
"I really don't think we should have gotten off the tour guide trolley." Sam said, almost nervously.
There weren't any cops around and from the looks of it, we'd been off the tour thing for ten minutes now and no one had run at us saying we were arrested for trespassing. We were fine, to any passerbyer we were actors or P.A's. No one questioned anything.
"We're fine, Sam. That tour was boring anyways. The tour guide spent ten minutes talking about Star's Hollow. I mean, name one person that you know that watches Gilmore Girls."
Sam glared at me. "You only wanted off because you thought you saw Matt Damon."
"I did." I bounced a little against Dean and smiled shyly at him as he chuckled. "Well, at least I thought I did."
"Yeah, babe, I'm pretty sure that wasn't Matt Damon."
"No, it was." I pouted, defeated.
"Well, I'm almost positive that as we passed him Matt Damon picked up a broom and started sweeping." Sam said with a laugh and Dean smirked.
My lip jutted out in disappointment and I tried covering that up with something clever. "Yeah, well, he was probably researching a role or something."
I stuck my tongue out at Sam and he smiled and shook his head. "Sorry, Andy, I don't think so." As Dean smiled at me and ruffled my hair, Sam saw the sign for the haunted set. "Hey, this way. I think Stage 9 is over here."
"Aw, Sam can't we hang out a little more, walk around?" I asked, full pout on my face.
Sam sighed and looked at Dean and then at me. "Andy, we have to work."
I frowned. "Don't talk to me like I'm four, Sam. I just…I don't know, I figured after Madison and everything you could use a little R&R."
I could feel Dean's eyes shoot to Sam's face, like there was some kind of repercussion for the sentence that just came out of my mouth. I wasn't trying to be a bitch or anything or hurt Sam by it. I was just making a statement.
Sam's face was angry; betrayed. Like when I had taken his favorite toy truck when we were little. "Well, maybe I wanna work, Andy." He snapped. "Maybe it keeps my mind off things." Maybe Sam wasn't as alright as I thought he was. I had to keep reminding myself that he was the same person who downed a half a bottle of alcohol last night and collapsed in bed not twenty minutes later.
"Okay, okay." Dean interrupted before I could yell right on back. Well, alright, I wasn't going to yell. I felt like apologizing softly and embarrassingly but Dean had settled nothing was going to be said. So I looked at the ground and then at the Stage 9 sign.
"So, what exactly do we do?" I asked softly and I could tell both Winchester boys knew where my sudden quietness came from. I'd apologize to Sam later. "Just head in and start asking questions? I'm sure we won't exactly blend in."
We headed into the large set doors, which reminded me of a very huge entrance to garage. Inside were large amounts of people; although it seemed like they shouldn't have all been able to fit in here. Each seemed to have a specific duty and every one of them was hurrying around to get it done. I was surprised, with so many people going each way, that no one seemed to run into each other. None of them came even close. Some had lights and bags and suitcases or fanny packs while others just had clipboards with massive amounts of paper attached to it and large headphone that either they wore around their neck or around their ears. There was a select few who were just standing around like they owned the place. And they might have, they could have been directors or writers.
"Well, it's not like we're wearing clown suits." Dean commented. He sounded annoyed. Was it the case, the amount of people or me? I wasn't sure and decided not to press it either. "I don't think we'll really be harassed by anyone. We look like extras."
But unfortunately the minute we did walk into a crowd of people, we were noticed. Or at least Dean was. A man in an important looking suit with a Bluetooth glued to his ear looked his direction and flagged him down.
Dean pointed at himself to make sure the suit guy was actually talking to him and the suit guy rolled his eyes and nodded. Sam and I exchanged a glance as Dean approached the man.
"Can you get me a smoothie from Kraft?" The man asked and Dean looked highly confused. It almost made me laugh.
"You want a what from who?"
The man in the suit scoffed. "You are a P.A.? This is what you do?" And if Dean didn't answer that right we'd definitely get thrown off set.
I hurriedly came up next to Dean and smiled politely at the man. "Yeah, yeah…uh, one smoothie coming right up." The man smiled back at me, like he was impressed or something and nodded, turning back to the people he had been talking to.
I pulled on Dean's arm until he backed up and we were standing next to Sam again. He nodded at me like I had saved him life somehow and I smiled at him, squeezing his arm.
"What's a P.A.?" Dean asked.
"I think they're kind of like slaves." Sam said seriously and I couldn't help but let out a snicker.
"Alright, so I'll get the smoothies, since Dean apparently has no idea what those are." Dean glared at me and I smiled, ruffling his hair. He poked my side to get me to stop and I kissed his cheek. "Someone should run an EMF while another pokes around for info."
"I call EMF." Dean said suddenly and his hands went to his chest. He then pointed to me. "I think the EMF is in the inside of one of those pockets." I looked down at the leather jacket and began to take it off. Dean shook his head. "Sweetheart, you can leave it on. I just want you to look through the pockets."
I smiled and I saw his lips twitch slightly as I looked down at his jacket. Sam started mumbling about how he was about to go ask some of the crew if they knew anything about Frank Jaffrey since he was a crew guy before he died. When I looked up, EMF meter in my hand, Sam was gone.
I handed it to Dean and he smiled softly at me. I frowned. "Do you think he's mad at me?"
Dean shrugged. "I don't know. Probably not. If he is, he'll get over it." I nodded and ran a hand through my dark locks. "You got your cell on you?"
"Yeah."
"Alright, I'll call you when I'm done." I smiled as he leaned down and placed a careful, warm kiss on my lips. "No leaving and trying to find Matt Damon, okay?"
"Hey, you keep your pants on if you see Tara Benchley and I promise to do the same with Mr. Damon. Sound like a deal?"
Dean chuckled and nodded. "Alright, love you." He then took off past me and I sighed, watching him go, thinking the response of 'I love you' as he disappeared among the other bustling people with their many jobs.
Well, looks like I was off to find those smoothies.
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About an hour later I was tired. I had managed to get the smoothies that the suit guy had wanted. I had to travel outside off the set and wander around to find a decent smoothie place to buy from. Luckily, I was full of fake credit cards. I bought three, just in case someone else would want any. That way I wouldn't have to travel back to buy more. Although, unfortunately my future thinking did very little good. It was like a chain reaction the minute someone saw me bring the smoothies onto set 9. Someone called out for more smoothies, for coffee, for green tea, for a certain brand of water; which I found ridiculous. Water was water, no matter what the hell brand you bought. I was done by the time I brought back doughnuts and bagels.
Not to mention there had been some extremely rude guy in the bagel line. I mean, first he cut me, then took all the blueberry bagels I needed to get and stepped on my foot as he left! Just because Hollywood made you glimmer like a movie star didn't mean you needed to act like the ones who were all stuck up and on a mighty high horse.
And then I was just plain pissed when I saw Sam and Dean standing near an entire table of food. I'm guessing it was for the crew and everyone else. But it had everything from cupcakes to miniature cheeseburgers. Why the hell was everyone and their mother making me go out and get bagels?
I sighed annoyingly and approached them. Dean saw me and smiled but then frowned as I came up to him and just collapsed against his side, thoroughly tired and irritated.
"Hey, Ms. Sunshine. Had enough of Hollywood already?"
I groaned and put an arm around Dean's waist. "I'm glad I never wanted to be an actress." Dean chuckled and kissed my head before he went back to surveying the food on the table. I could feel his stomach growl and for some reason it made me smile and roll my eyes. Silly boy and his love for food. "So? You guys find anything?"
"No EMF anywhere." Dean said and picked up some type of sandwich. I crinkled my nose as he downed it easily.
"Great." Sam commented dryly and grimaced as he watched Dean do it again with another sandwich. I was actually afraid that he was going to miss his mouth with the next one and I'd get something in my hair. "So, what do you think?"
"Well, I think being a P.A. sucks." I said softly and I felt Dean shift his head to look at me. "I ran around the whole day. My feet hurt and I'm tired. And I never ran into Matt Damon!"
"Aw, you poor baby." Dean said softly, but I could tell his voice was slightly mocking me. "But, bright side? The food these people get…look at these things." I lifted my head from him, my right ear missing the warmth from his chest. I smiled as he picked up another sandwich, bringing to close to him and my face. "They're like miniature Philly cheesesteak sandwiches. They're delicious." He held it close to my lips and I smiled, rolling my eyes. I took a bite of it and nodded, taking the rest of it. It was good. Dean smiled; pleased that I liked it but Sam refused to take one.
"What'd you find out about the dead crew guy?" I asked after a moment of chewing.
"Frank Jaffey was just filling in for the day. Nobody here knew him or where he lived or anything."
"Oh, great." Dean patted his stomach and I smirked as I saw he was pleased and full, well, full for now anyways. "So you found out about as much as I did."
"I did dig up some stuff about Stage 9's history." Sam said suddenly and I looked around the table to see if I wanted anything else. Hell, it was here and it was free. Besides, Dean knew how I was. Damn him for getting me all riled up and hungry, now I needed to eat something else.
"Four people died messy here over the past eighty years." Sam continued. "Two suicides and two fatal accidents."
"Any one of those could be a vengeful spirit." I mused, seeing a chocolate chip cookie that looked too damn good to ignore. Dean handed me a napkin as he obviously read my thoughts and I smiled, scooping up the cookie.
"Yeah." Sam shrugged and stuck his hands in his pockets. "We've just gotta narrow it down more."
Dean's eyes shot to the left, and I could literally feel his body right on with it. I stood up from leaning on him, trying to figure out what he was staring at.
"Oh God." I muttered with a roll of my eyes as I saw Tara Benchley walk past us and to her little chair to wait for the next scene.
Dean turned to me but I refused to meet his gaze. The cookie tray was far more interesting. "Hey." He gently grasped my arm and I met his eyes slowly. "Don't be like that. This is a very big moment for me." He seemed so excited. Maybe I wouldn't have been so annoyed if it hadn't been a beautiful, successful woman. "I'd let you meet Matt Damon."
Now he was just trying to butter his way there. I rolled my eyes, shoving him. "No, you wouldn't! You'd embarrass me and drag me back to the car kicking and screaming before I would even get his attention!"
Dean groaned and I almost widened my eyes. "No, I wouldn't."
I stomped my foot impatiently and Dean smirked. "Don't say it."
He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close to him. I rolled my eyes but I felt butterflies light up stomach like lighter fluid and salt did to bones. Dean was just the match. "You're unbelievably sexy when you're angry." I heard Sam groan but Dean ignored him.
"Way to try and buy your way in." I commented dryly.
Dean shook his head. "I'm not going over there unless you give me the go ahead."
"Lay on the guilt why don't you!"
Dean's mouth twitched into a slow smile. "I'm not going to be mad if you say no."
I shook my head and sighed. No, he wouldn't be mad. But I'd feel like a bitch for his disappointment. I grit my teeth and closed my eyes, as the words formed in my mouth. "Maybe she has some information…"
Dean grinned and kissed me deeply and I sighed against the kiss. He pulled back a few moments later and I saw Tara was looking our way, either noticing the huge kiss or Dean's ass. Either was highly probable.
"Are you sure?" He asked me and I felt his hands interlace with mine.
I nodded and smiled softly. "Yeah, its okay. Go before I change my mind."
He turned and grabbed a script off a random table and headed over slowly to her. I rolled my eyes, going to stand next to Sam. Sam was looking around the room, for what I have no idea. I just kept looking at the food trays and then at Sam every now and again, ignoring the spectacle which was Dean.
"You think she's prettier than me?" I asked, mostly for entertainment purposes and Sam met my eyes slowly.
He smirked. "Please don't make me answer that."
"Why? Afraid you'll hurt my feelings?" I gave him a smile to let him know I was joking and Sam just rolled his eyes. "Hey, Sam, I'm sorry about before."
"Its okay."
"No, its not. I gotta learn that some things are just supposed to be said in my head."
Sam smiled and bumped hips with me. "Its okay. Its not like I've never said anything I regretted."
He ruffled my hair and I smiled, giving him a small side hug as I looked at the cookie tray again, those chocolate chips speaking to me in only a language I could hear. Damn, I wanted another one. No wonder everyone here looked at least a little bit chubby. They were all eating cookies during their breaks. Well, all except Tara, I rolled my eyes, of course. She had a stick of celery and a Snapple ice tea. Well, at least I had Dean loving me in the food department. Then I felt stupid and shook my head. Dean wasn't comparing me to Tara and if he started I was going to smack upside the head and leave him in Los Angeles.
Dean looked angry as he turned around and Sam and I looked at each other confused. What? Was Tara one of those actresses that seemed really nice but was an all around bitch when a fan approached them? If that was the case Dean and Sam would have to hold me back while I tried to bump the back of her head with one of these cookie trays.
"Hey," I grabbed Dean's arm. "What's the matter? Do I have to head over there and smack the bitch with a cookie tray?"
Dean scoffed and chuckled at my protective action and kissed my head. Even though I hadn't been kidding around. I was already jealous of her. It wouldn't take much for me to just clock her.
"No, Tara's great." My stomach plummeted at the compliment but then tried to shake off the expression that I gave a damn or that the comment kind of hurt me. Dean would just see it as selfish right? Something an over possessive girlfriend would do? "But she showed me a picture of Frank and guess what I just realized."
Sam and I looked at each other. "What?"
"That Frank Jaffey is no one other than Gerard St. James."
"The actor from Critters 3?" I asked as we headed out of the same garage like doors we'd entered through.
As Dean confirmed my question I saw Tara stare at Dean out of the corner of my eye as we left. I really, really felt like disapprovingly glaring at her or something that staked Dean as my territory. But I decided against it, especially since the moment I started lagging behind, Dean reached back for my hand. I grasped it tightly and smiled, jogging up to him to meet his stride.
"Sometimes producers think its funny to hire an actor to play a death scene." Dean commented dryly.
"Right, right, to give the script and set some credit. I mean, it makes sense. Rumors of a haunted film set, free publicity, especially when you're making a horror movie. I'll bet it's already all over the Internet." Sam agreed as we turned the corner to look for the car. It was funny how quickly we were walking out of there and yet somewhat disappointing.
"Are we coming back?" I asked, looking one more time at the sets of Hollywood. It was like a big parade to tell the truth. "It could be something else."
"Yeah, how bout we head back after some lunch? If we don't break now, we'll never get out of there. Especially since every one now knows you're the coffee and bagel girl." Dean chuckled at my glare and kissed my nose.
"Bagel girl?"
I turned at the voice, seeing the same guy that had been in front of me in line at the bagel shop. I scoffed, surprised he was going to come close enough to me so I could hit him…because that's exactly what I wanted to do. Right across his perfect nose that held those square glasses against ocean blue eyes. Damn. As he crossed the parking lot and came to stand in front of me I realized I couldn't really do that and my stomach plummeted when I realized why. The man was gorgeous. Not that I was looking…
"Asshole in front of me guy?" I asked, looking confused.
He smirked and stepped closer, fully aware of Dean holding my hand and Sam standing near the trunk. Then he stopped and put his hands in his pockets. "Ah, so you do know my name."
He had a wonderful silky voice, like smoke passing the lips of a smoker. That wispy kind of smoke that glided through the air. I couldn't help but take him in as a whole and notice what he was wearing, since I had been too busy wanting to knock him over before. He was wearing black jeans and a grey sweater. It was all form fitting and amazingly hugged his muscles.
"Andy, who is this?" Dean asked and I didn't need to look at him to know he was starting to feel like his territory was being invaded.
I shook my head and shrugged. "I'm not exactly sure. He was in front of me in the bagel line…"
"And I stepped on your foot as I left."
I smirked. "Yeah."
"Sorry, I'm guessing you're a new P.A?"
I nodded and cleared my throat, looking at the boys. "Yeah, all of us, first day."
"So I'm guessing you already know what its like to have a frantic producer on your ass who really wants a blueberry bagel."
"Yeah…I guess I do."
"You're not going to make this easy then?" He asked me and I felt Dean squeeze my hand so hard his ring dug into my pointer finger. The way this guy was trying to apologize to me, while flirting, was starting to piss Dean off.
"It's easier than you think." I said calmly, no hint of flirting in my voice. He better get to the point before Dean spoke up. "How bout a name first of all?"
He stuck his hand out. "I'm Oliver."
I sighed and shook his hand respectfully. I could literally feel Dean's impatience for me to introduce him as something more than just a brother figure as he might have looked like at that moment.
"Andy. This is my boyfriend Dean and his brother Sam."
Dean seemed to relax and smiled smugly at Oliver, extending a hand to briefly shake his. Oliver nodded his head politely at both and smiled at me.
"Sorry about your foot. I was just about to head back and apologize but then I felt my phone go off and was too annoyed to even make it look genuine if I tried. I'm sure you would have thought I was a huge bastard."
I smiled tightly. "Well, luckily I already thought that."
He smirked. "Fair enough." He looked at Dean again and I swear I felt Dean growl; felt it vibrate in his chest as my shoulder bumped against him. I leaned back and pecked his cheek. He smiled but it was so light that it seemed like if the wind blew it'd fly right off his face. "So I'm guessing I'll be seeing you all later? You must be taking your breaks."
I nodded. "Yeah, we'll be back."
"Good, need some new, interesting, people during the late shift." He smiled again at me and turned to leave before Dean's glare set the man on fire.
"Oh, we're not coming back here." Dean nearly spat and I couldn't help but giggle.
"Dean, we're in the middle of a case babe."
"I don't care. That guy looks at you one more time and thinks anything other than your name; I'm gonna hit him with something heavy."
I kissed his cheek. "Don't be such a drama queen."
"I kind of liked him." Sam said after a moment and I saw him smirk as Dean fumed.
"Way to help, Sam." I commented and Sam shrugged, getting into the passenger seat. I turned to Dean, who was glaring at the stage 1-9 sets. "Hey, grumpy."
"I'm not grumpy." He said, not looking at me. I cupped his cheek and left a long kiss on his lips until he had no choice but to respond. He did so slowly, his arms going up around my waist and pulling me tight towards him. "Better?"
He smiled and nodded, kissing my nose. "Yeah, better."
"Good." I gently pinched his ass before I pushed him towards the driver's seat. "So where are we eating?"
"Anyone feel like burgers?"
Sam and I groaned.
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A woman; fiery red head, running through the gas station. Screaming; wailing; crying.
"What have you done with him?" She screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Get back here now, Madeline!" A man's voice screamed in my head, something sinister, dark, scary, evil and terrifying.
She was horrified and running as fast as she could. The gas mini mart was closed, but that didn't seem to bother her much and the door was horribly easy to open. She sprinted through the mart, trying to find another way out. She shouldn't of tried to run into a building when no one was working. Someone is chasing you, open spaces that are easy to maneuver to your favor is easier. Although, if you're sure someone is in that building near you, run in. Try it.
The red head, Madeline, shouldn't of.
She made it to a dead end, end of the hallway, a storage room and bathroom on each side of her.
"What do you want?!" She screamed.
The man's eyes glistened black at the other end of the hallway, a menacing smile with a glimmer of a butcher knife in his hand. "Your baby."
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I jolted up in the back seat with a scream. A blood curdling scream that turned into a sob as I fell back against the seat again.
"Jesus Christ!" I heard Dean swear loudly and swerve the car.
"Andy?" Sam asked, extremely alarmed.
I broke into sobs and tried to catch my breath as I leaned down onto the backseat. I put a hand to my chest as it felt like it was closing in on itself. I have never cried so hard in my life. Not since my dad died.
"Dean." Sam was commanding Dean to do something but that fact was already evident to Dean. He pulled over on the side of the road, ignoring the horns of traffic as they had to brake their cars for Dean's stop. Both Winchesters got out of their seats and hurried to the back.
"Baby?" Dean asked, sliding in next to me. As soon as I felt him sit, I turned and threw myself into his chest, clawing at him like I might tear through his clothes. "Andy, hey! Hey, baby its okay! Its okay." Dean hushed, pulling my sobbing form against him so tightly that I thought my bones would break from the pressure. But I didn't want him to ease up or let go. "You're okay, it was just a nightmare. Sam and I are right here."
I felt like that was Sam's cue. Because I heard Sam shift farther into the car and his jeans slide against the leather interior. He enveloped me from the back and pushed his chest into my spine. They made me feel warm and safe between the two of them, even though I was sobbing like a mad woman and was shaking like I had been living at the polar ice cap with only a bathing suit on.
"Dean…" I sputtered painfully and I felt him hold me even closer.
"Don't try and talk sweetheart." He crooned as he felt me cough against his chest. "Just breathe for me. I need you to calm down okay? Can you do that?"
Sam ran his long fingers through my hair and I sighed against the two, my sobs slowing down but my shaking never stopping.
"Sam would you get her one of my sweatshirts from the trunk, please?"
Sam nodded wordlessly and got out of the car and popped the trunk, getting what he was instructed to.
"Can I pull back?" Dean asked softly and I shook my head. He swallowed and nodded, resting his lips on my head as he stroked his hands up and down my back and over my shoulders.
It took me at least ten minutes to calm down and finally I could pull back from Dean without the feeling like I was going to lose him horribly or something bad was going to happen to me or the baby just because he wasn't holding me painfully close to his chest.
"Here, you're still shaking pretty bad." Sam said softly, putting the sweatshirt over my head.
I pushed my hands through the sleeves and used them to wipe my face. My breath was still hitching from the sobs and I took deep breaths, knowing I was eventually going to get hiccups from this.
"I-I had a vision. But it was…it was late, like I could tell that it happened a long time ago." My voice sputtered. My one hand gripped Dean's jacket and I refused to let go. "It had to do with that woman, the one that was in the bathroom with me. I'm sure of it."
Dean ran a hand down my hair. "Alright, alright…"
I sniffled. "Where are we?"
"We uhm, we just passed the gas station. We're heading to another diner we saw heading here."
"Its not a coincidence right?" I asked. "It can't be."
Sam shook his head and looked at Dean as I laid my head down against him. Dean sighed and took me in his arms again, swaying me gently and kissing my head.
"No, I don't think it is." Sam added softly.
Dean swallowed and motioned to the driver's seat. "You mind driving?"
"No, of course."
"Wait…can we just…stay back here for a while please?" I asked them both and Sam and Dean nodded.
They pulled me closer to them again, that same fucking hug that fixed everything. It was because, by themselves the Winchesters had the greatest hugs you could have ever felt. Each one of them different, down to how they held me, how strong their arms were and how they smelled. So when I was between them both? I was damn near tranquil. And that's just what I needed right now.
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