** I AM POSTING THESE CHAPTERS AS i FIND THEM. This fanfic was written twelve years ago. I am posting them here to be able to find them again easier. No idea if I will be able to find the beginning of thos story or how many chapters will turn up. Apologies **
Dean sat shotgun in Vala's GTO, trying desperately not to stare at her, but he was losing the battle with himself.
They drove with the top up, Vala's auburn hair blowing gently in the wind that rushed through the open window. The radio remained silent, as did the two of them, but the ambient noises of the outside world seemed to fill the gaps. The rev of the engine, the few cars they passed by, the birds that flew in a scattered disarray as they approached doing break neck speeds, the sound of the wind that rustled the green eyed woman next to him.
He had to admit, even though she was a raging bitch and he hated her, she was gorgeous. She wasn't pin-skinny like the women he usually went for, but she wasn't overweight either. Strong, Dean would have described if forced. She wore a simple ribbed brown tank top with no embellishments and thin, tan cargo shorts that Vala would have said were too short. Her shoes were sensible runners. Smart, Dean thought. His boots weren't always the most comfortable when chasing vampires.
Her hair hung down just past her shoulders in waves, like she somehow had the time to keep it maintained that way. Her skin was fair and cream coloured, almost a sickly pale if she didn't seem so healthy. Her eyes were green as well, but brighter, as if they were glowing emeralds. Much unlike Dean's pale, sea green ones. There was so much life in her eyes, as though she'd never seen a bad thing in her life. He was almost jealous of her for that, until he remembered something Bobby had once told him.
It was on one of their many visits to Bobby's home, almost five years ago. The boys were pulling into the Singer Salvage Yard as a two door GTO flew past them, nearly taking out the metallicar's side mirror. Dean caught enough of a glimpse of the driver to know it was a woman.
"Crazy BITCH!" he yelled out his window.
The boys had pulled into their usual spot by the porch. Dean was surprised to see Bobby pacing the creaky wooden structure.
Dean exited the vehicle and Sam soon followed. The elder brother had just picked the younger one up from Stanford. Sam had decided to take the trip with his brother after arriving home to find his girlfriend burning on the ceiling. Sam was devastated and Dean was hurt for him. He decided if anyone knew how to help, it would be Bobby.
"Who was that nut job that just left?" Dean gave tone.
Bobby turned on him in a flash, forgetting his manners when it came to the boys and their attitudes.
"She's having a hard time. Show some respect." Bobby snapped.
Bobby turned to look at the boys and gave a wan smile, forgetting about their predicament with the onslaught of the mystery woman's.
"She just lost her fiancée too. I'm sorry about Jessica Sam. Now let's get on finding your idjit father."
Bobby didn't explain much about her that night, they'd just gotten to work. Dean had felt sorry for the mystery woman. He saw what his brother was going through and knew it wasn't easy.
That was the first night Sam cried himself to sleep. Dean, frustrated and upset by his brother's emotional rollercoaster, decided to head back downstairs and continue on the research, giving Sam a break and (hopefully) a head start on the next day's research.
Bobby was M.I.A. when Dean slithered downstairs and into his den. The desk was still littered with books and maps, but Dean became sidetracked with the mantle above the fireplace.
He'd never noticed Bobby's photos before, or that he even had any, but Dean was pleasantly surprised by them. All framed eight by tens in mismatched holders. Some faded, some looked new. One in particular, which was free from dust and dirt that covered some of the others. Dean held it in his hands. It was the first time he'd seen Vala.
Looking at her now he realized she didn't appear any different. Still beautiful beyond anything.
'Dammit. Upstairs brain. UPSTAIRS BRAIN!' he thought to himself as they cruised into the parking lot of the emergency room, right next to a cop car.
His eyes went wide and his face dropped.
"What the hell Val? I SAID NO COPS."
"Re-fucking-lax man. It's just Rio."
Vala turned the car off and stepped out, slowly moving to the other side of the car to give Dean a hand. He accepted, though he'd rather not have, as a woman exited the cruiser.
She was beautiful too. Hair the same as Vala's, but not as long. Her blue eyes matched the simple button-front blouse she wore. Plain black slacks and black stilettos completed her outfit. She looked more like a secretary than a police officer.
"Dean, meet Detective Rio Foest-Rhys. Rio, this is the infamous Dean Winchester."
Rio smiled and handed Vala a few sheets of paper and what looked like a credit card.
"Nice to meet you Dean. Vala's told me such wonderful things."
Dean smiled.
"I bet."
"He's in room 237. Doctor Jones will see him in about half an hour. He knows about stuff so you can be honest with him."
"Thanks Rio."
"Don't mention it. It's the least I can do after what you did for me."
Rio and Vala hugged again and Dean tried his hardest not to think with his downstairs brain while he watched them embrace. Soon enough Rio was back in her squad car and giving him a wink as she drove off.
"What was that she gave you?" Dean was quizzical.
"None of your fucking business. Now, come on, let's get you looked after."