π΄ππ πππ ππππππ , as she sat alone in a dingy bar just outside of Jericho. The headache she currently had, refused to take its leave as she watched the news over the bartenders shoulder. Another missing man, his disappearance the same as the others before him. Medusa had an idea of what was going on, not that she would tell anyone. After being abandoned and hunted down for centuries, she decided to keep herself on the down low. Let the humans deal with human problems, and since she wasn't one; to each their own. Her lack of empathy steams from her past, her morals changing over time with everything. If she was honest with herself, everything about her changed over time. She no longer cared much for anyone or anything. She used to have a kind heart, but nowadays that was reserved for the only things that kept her company during her dark times. The animals of the world; she would kill for an animal, and she stood by that.
Throwing back another shot, her head turned to the sound of the bar door opening. Her breath hitching in her throat as her eyes widened, quickly she snapped her head back forward.
Damnit.
Hunters.
She almost groaned in annoyance when they sat down next to her, that's the last thing she needed. It probably didn't matter that they were there, they sure as hell didn't come for her. She knew she was safe, but it was still that small voice in the back of her head that made her instantly want to run. "Hi, sweetheart." She slowly turned to face the hunter that spoke to her, both their eyes widening at one another. She couldn't help but fall into those green eyes, and he had never seen a more perfect being in his life. Snapping out of his daze first, the man held out his hand. "I'm Dean." She responded in kind, as the man next to him rolled his eyes. "Maeve." She spoke up, the guy who rolled his eyes slowly turned to face the woman as well.
His own eyes widening at her beauty, not that she really cares. "This is Sam." Dean gestures towards his brother with a grin, she nods in response before turning back to the bartender; clearing her throat. "I'm out. Thanks for the drinks." She stood, her hand pulling out a fifty dollar bill and slapping it onto the counter. "Snakes, huh?" Medusa looked towards Dean again as the brothers eye her bracelet. She nods, giving them a stiff smile before moving to leave. Her body facing forward all the way outside, a deep sigh escaping her lips as she stepped out into the cold air.
Dean frowned to himself, his eyes staying on the door for a moment. Sam watched his brother in confusion as Dean stood and took off behind the woman without so much a word. "Dean?" Sam asked, his eyes widening his shock as his brother chased after a girl who they just met. It wasn't the fact that Dean was chasing her that was shocking; Dean was know to be a playboy. It was more to do with the fact that he followed after a woman who didn't even barely introduce herself to them. Sam grunted slightly and shook his head, they had a case to solve and he wants to go chasing after some girl. "Great." He murmured into his beer, it was definitely gonna be a long night.
"Hey, wait!" Dean's voice cut through the dark parking lot causing her to spin around with a frown. "What?" She asked, watching him closely as he made his way closer. She really didn't like this, it wasn't him that was making her uncomfortable. No, instead it was herself, she was making herself feel uncomfortable. That's why she needed to leave, she didn't do this; she didn't get to feel this way for a guy she literally just met. When she was given her freedom back, she made sure not to attract any unwanted attention and she definitely didn't sleep around. The thought of being intimate with someone alone made her sick to her stomach, but this? This was different and this was about to end badly.
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She slept with him!
How did this happen? She didn't remember much about last night, she remembered him coming after her, but it went black after that. She did, however, remember the feeling of his body melding with hers, never had she felt so loved and good before. She blew out a breath as a blush coated her cheeks, quickly using the toilet and getting dressed. She paused as she spotted herself in the mirror, her eyes widening at the familiar blue glow her eyes were giving off. "This can't be happening!" She mumbled to herself, her eyes blinking and the glow was gone. Letting out a breath of relief, her head dropped as she let out a small laugh in relief. "Sweetheart? You good in there?" Medusa jumped slightly at the sound of his voice and the knock on the door. Right, Dean. How the hell was she going to get out of this one?
She didn't get a chance to respond when the motel door opened and in came Sam with an annoyed scowl towards his brother. "Dean, I've been up all night looking over dads stuff and your in here with a woman? You know what we are dealing with man, come on!" Sam hissed towards his brother in anger causing Dean to sigh in response. "Look, man. I know, just let me talk to her and I'll meet you outside." Sam furrowed his eyebrows at his brother, "Dude, why do you care so much?" Dean froze, he didn't know. He really couldn't explain what he was feeling right now. He knew the woman on the other side of the door was feeling just as nervous as he was, but this was something he wanted to learn about. Maeve gave one last sigh, as she placed her head against the door; her fingers reaching for the door handle. Slowly opening it, both Dean and Sam watched her as she moved past them to grab her shit. "Look, I had a great time last night, but I have to go." Dean flinched slightly, his heart aching at her words. Why? He didn't know.
"Wait, can we talk a minute?" He asked following after her as she left the room. Sam stood still in the room, watching the door with a frown. What the hell was up with his brother?
Dean followed after the beautiful woman, grabbing her arm just before she made it past his car. "Please." He breathed out causing her to sigh as she hung her head. This can't be happening. It was going to happen all over again, some god was going to come down a curse her once more. Tears gathered in her eyes as she sighed, turning to face the man; her brown eyes meeting his green. Before either could say a word, Medusa spotted a man talking to a pair of officers, pointing at them. "You've got trouble." She murmured gently as Dean looked over, letting out a small curse; he quickly pulled out his phone calling the brother waiting inside. "Dude, five oh. Take off." She could hear Sam replay, "What about you?" He asked, Dean sighed in response. His eyes turning towards Maeve who dropped her bag. "Uh, they kinda spotted us. Go find Dad." Then he hung up, turning to face her again. "I'm sorry."
She didn't respond as they both faced the officers who just walked up to them. "Problem, officers?" Maeve asked as she smirked towards them, their eyes immediately scanning her up and down. Dean scoffed, rolling his eyes as he moved slightly in front of the woman. "Where's your other partner?" Maeve raised an eyebrow, great she was getting dragged into this whether she liked it or not. One of the officers nods his towards the motel room. Dean fidgets for a second, stopping the moment he felt Maeve grab his hand. "So, fake US Marshal. Fake Credit Cards. You got anything that's real?" The officer asked Dean who grins in response. "My boobs." Almost immediately both Maeve and Dean are slammed down on the hood of the car. "I hate you." She murmured towards Dean who just smirked in response.
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π΄ππ πππ πππ π«πππ sat in a interrogation room, the sheriff walking in with a box. He sighs as he gives Maeve a sympathetic look, before he throws the box onto the table. He sits down, "Look, I know you aren't involved with this and I'm sorry you've been dragged into all this." He spoke towards Maeve who raised an eyebrow in surprise, Dean winces slightly as he looks towards the woman. "I have to go by the book on this one, but you'll be released soon enough. So, you gonna give us your real name?" He spoke turning towards Dean who raised an eyebrow and smirked. "I told you, it's Nugent. Ted Nugent." Maeve tried her hardest not to snort at the weird ass name. He didn't even look like a Ted, "I'm not sure you realize just how much trouble you're in, and you're bringing her into this. Has he told you the truth?" The sheriff turned towards Maeve who went to speak, but was interrupted by Dean. "We talkin', like, misdemeanor kind of trouble or, uh, squeal like a pig trouble?"
"You got the faces of ten missing persons taped to your wall." Dean looks away as Maeve raises an eyebrow, so they were here for the woman in white. She sighed, her fingers twirling together as she came to a conclusion. She only hoped it wasn't going to stab her in the back. "Along with a whole lot of Satanic mumbo-jumbo. Boy, you are officially a suspect." The Sheriff snapped in annoyance as he glared at Dean. "That makes sense. Because when the first one went missing in '82 I was three." Dean scoffed at the man as Maeve sighed, throwing her head back. This was getting boring. "I know you've got partners, maybe not this young lady but one of 'em's an older guy. Maybe he started the whole thing. So tell me. Dean." Maeve couldn't help but smile at the man's words. If only he knew, she sure as hell wasn't a young lady.
Not anymore at least.
The Sheriff tosses a brown leather-covered journal on the table. "This his?" Dean stares at it. The Sheriff sits on the edge of the table. He flips through the journal: it's filled with newspaper clippings, notes, and pictures, just like what's on the walls of John's motel room. Dean winces as he notices Maeve's eyes scanning over the pages, the Sheriff also notices. "This is who this man is, you sure you don't have anything to share?" He asked her, hoping she would rat him out. Maeve just leaned forward and grabbed the journal, both men watching as her eyes scanned the pages. Dean's heart pounded as he watched her, this was it. He was going to be looked at like a freak and she was never going to talk to him again. He frown, not sure why those thoughts were crossing his mind. He really couldn't understand why she was making him act or feel this way.
She hummed, as she leaned back and continued to read through it. The Sheriff frowns before turning back to Dean, "I thought that might be your name. See, I leafed through this. What little I could make out-I mean, it's nine kinds of crazy." Dean leans over her shoulder for a closer look. "But I found this, too." He grabs the journal and opens it to a page that reads "Dean 35 -111", circled, with nothing else on that page. "Now. You're stayin' right here till you tell me exactly what the hell that means." Dean stares down at the page, then looks up. Maeve sighs as she moves to stand up, "Excuse me." The sheriff frowns at her as she moves towards the window. Both men watch her for a moment, but neither do anything as she leans against the wall. "I need to stretch my legs." She states with a shrug, the sheriff sighs as he leaves her be. He figures she didn't want to be near the man that was lying to her, but in reality she was planning their escape.
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π°π πππ ππππ ππππ πππππ, three bathroom breaks and a pair of heels since they had been pulled into the interrogation room. Neither had been left alone, so Dean couldn't explain the situation. Maeve currently sat next to him, as her lead lay upon the table; eyes closed and breathing even. When the sheriff had returned from his bathroom break, he sighed at the sight of the woman. "You know, you are making this harder on her." He stated, his eyes watching Dean as the man watched the woman sleep. Dean didn't really care for his words, he was to busy watching the woman next to him. She was beautiful, and she was wonderful in bed. She made him feel like something more, he hated the fact that she was going to want nothing to do with him anymore.
"I don't know how many times I gotta tell you. It's my high school locker combo." Dean responded with a shrug as Maeve slowly opened her eyes. The sheriff was still interrogating Dean over the "Dean 35-111" page. "We gonna do this all night long?" Maeve groaned out, both men turning to face her as she moved to stretch. They all turned towards the door as a deputy leans into the room, "We just got a 911, shots fired over at Whiteford Road." The sheriff stands quickly, his eyes moving towards the couple. "You have to go to the bathroom?" He asked them, raising an eyebrow as Dean frown in confusion and Maeve shook her head. "No." Dean spoke up with a slightly confused look, "Good." The Sheriff handcuffs Dean to the table and leaves. Dean sees a paper clip poking out of the journal, pulls it out, and looks at it. Maeve rolls her eyes with a sigh, her hands coming around to unlock his cuffs. He watches her with wide eyes, "That's hot." She gives him a smirk before they both moved to hide. Moments later, as the Sheriff and Deputy are gearing up to leave, Maeve is already up and sneaking out of the window. Dean watches through the window in the door, ducks out of sight as the Deputy approaches the door, and waits. When he knows it's clear, he follows after the beauty that was waiting for him on the fire escape.
Dean follows after her, the journey in his hand as they rush down the alley towards the payphone at the end. "You don't seem shocked about this." He states as they come to a stop, she sighs running her hand through her hair. "Look, I've got my own story and right now isn't the time for telling, but I know about the supernatural stuff so it's not really a shock to me." He frowns at her, watching her for a moment before he nods. She nods in return, before gesturing towards the payphone with a smirk. "After you." He bows dramatically, before moving to use the payphone as she moves to keep an eye out. "Fake 911 phone call? Sammy, I don't know, that's pretty illegal." Dean smirks at the thought as he speaks to Sam over the phone. Medusa moves towards a car sitting a little ways, her eyes glowing as she touches the handle. The door unlocks and she smirks, "Still got it." She mutters gently as she takes a seat and starts working on hot wiring the car. Dean glances over towards the woman who was keeping herself busy. "Listen, we gotta talk." Dean speaks up, he really wanted to talk to his brother about everything. "Tell me about it. So the husband was unfaithful. We are dealing with a woman in white. And she's buried behind her old house, so that should have been Dad's next stop."
"Sammy, would you shut up for a second?" Dean snaps in annoyance towards his brother. "I just can't figure out why Dad hasn't destroyed the corpse yet." Sam sighs, barely listening for a moment. "Well, that's what I'm trying to tell you. He's gone. Dad left Jericho." Dean grumbles out with a sigh, "What? How do you know?" Sam asks in slight panic and disbelief towards his brother. "I've got his journal." There was a short pause, the sound of a car starting up in the background gives Dean the feeling of success.
"He doesn't go anywhere without that thing."
"Yeah, well, he did this time."
"What's it say?"
"Ah, the Same old ex-Marine crap, when he wants to let us know where he's going."
"Coordinates. Where to?"
"I'm not sure yet. Listen, I've got..." Sam interrupted Dean again causing the man to roll his eyes. "I don't understand. I mean, what could be so important that Dad would just skip out in the middle of a job? Dean, what the hell is going on?" Sam looks up and slams the brake, dropping the phone: Constance appeared on the road in front of him. The car goes right through her as Sam brings it to a halt. "Sam? Sam!" Dean slams the phone down, his eyes turning to face Maeve who was waiting in the car for him. "Well, come on big boy." He grins and runs towards the vehicle, throwing himself into the passenger seat as she takes off.
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She glares at them and throws the picture down. A bureau scoots towards Sam, Maeve and Dean, pinning them against the car. The lights flicker; Constance looks around, scared. Water begins to pour down the staircase. She goes over. At the top are the Boy and Girl from the photograph. They hold hands and speak in chorus, "You've come home to us, Mommy." Maeve shivers at the sound of their voices. Constance looks at them, distraught. Suddenly they are behind her; they embrace her tightly and she screams, her image flickering. In a surge of energy, still screaming, Constance and the two children melt into a puddle in the floor. Sam and Dean shove the bureau over and go look at the spot where Constance and her children have vanished. "So this is where she drowned her kids." Sam nods, his eyes turning towards Maeve who still stood in her spot. Her eyes never leaving the left over water, "That's why she could never go home. She was too scared to face them." She spoke up, causing Dean to look over as well. "You found her weak spot. Nice work, Sammy." He slaps Sam on the chest where he's been injured and walks away. Sam laughs through the pain.
"Yeah, I wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?" Sam laughs as he follows after his brother, "Hey. Saved your ass." Dean responds with a smirk, Sam clears his throat as he nods towards Maeve who had moved for Dean to examine his car. "I'll explain when we leave. I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car?" Dean twists around to look at Sam. "I'll kill you." Sam laughs and Maeve smiles at the brothers. She could tell they cared for one another deeply, it had been a long time since she's payed attention to humanity. The Impala tears down the road; the right headlight is out. Dean driving with Sam in the passenger seat and a sleeping Medusa in the backseat. Sam shoots his brother a look, Dean just shrugs and smiles in response. "She's gonna join me. She's a hunter." Sam frowns for a moment, knowing there is more to the story but doesn't question it at the moment. He sighs before turning to the journal in his lap, he flips it open to "Dean 35-111" and a map. He use finds the coordinates with a ruler, a flashlight tucked between chin and shoulder.
"Okay, here's where Dad went. It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado." Dean nods in response, "Sounds charming. How far?" He asked his brother who frowns. "About six hundred miles." Sam responds after looking it up on his phone. "Hey, if we shag ass we could make it by morning." Sam looks at him, hesitating. "Dean, I, um..." Dean glances at the road and back. "You're not going." He speaks up for his brother, his face turning down. "The interview's in like, ten hours. I gotta be there." Dean nods, disappointed, and returns his attention to the road. "Yeah. Yeah, whatever. I've got Maeve here now. No big deal." Dean glances at Sam, "I'll take you home." Sam turns the flashlight off.
They drive on.
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π«πππ πππππ ππ in front of the apartment, still frowning. Sam gets out and leans over to look through the window. "Call me if you find him?" Dean nods, "And maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?" They both knew he was lying, Sam didn't want to be apart of this life in no way shape or form. "Yeah, all right." Sam pats the car door twice and turns away. Dean leans toward the passenger door, one arm going over the back of the seat. "Sam?" Sam turns back, "You know, we made a hell of a team back there." Sam gives his brother a stiff smile in return. "Yeah." Dean drives off, with Maeve still asleep in the back as Sam watches them go and sighs.
Just as Dean pulls out onto the Main Street, Maeve shoots up with a gasp causing him to flinch slightly. "Turn back!" She speaks, her eyes wide as she pulls her body over the seat to sit up front. "What?" Dean asks with wide eyes, he couldn't help but let his eyes wonder as she climbed over his baby. "Turn around. Now." He slows the car and turns to stare at her in the eyes, then he nods and turns the car back around.
Something was wrong.
Maeve watches as Dean takes off towards the apartment building, when they pulls back up; smoke was beginning to rise from the building. Maeve sighed sadly as she waited, her head fighting with her heart and body. She really should run, leave and never turn back; but for some damn reason she couldn't.
Dean kicks the front door open, "Sam!" Sam raises one arm to shield his face. "Jess!" Dean comes running into the bedroom, "Sam! Sam!" Dean looks up and sees Jess, flashes of his mother pass over his eyes before he looks back at his brother. "No! No!" Dean grabs Sam off the bed and bodily shoves him out the door, Sam struggling all the way. "Jess! Jess! No!" Flames engulf the apartment.
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She was now stuck with the Winchester brother for better or worse.
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