SPN FIC: It's Still the Road That Never Ends (1/?)
Title: It's Still the Road That Never Ends (1/?)
Rating: PG13
Pairing/Characters: Michael/OFC (FUTUREFIC)
Notes: Chevy Rose was the brainchild of my dear estel_willow and I, so I dedicate this fic to her. Cos she's awesome. ^_^ Episode related to, well, Something Wicked. No real spoilers tho. Set 15 years after the events of SW.
Disclaimers: Chevy Rose is mine and Willow's, everything else is not.
Summary: Michael had thought about Dean a lot in the last fifteen years, wondering what he was doing, if he was still alive, if he was still killing the creatures in the dark.
It's the candy-apple red '66 Thunderbird in the parking lot that drew his attention.
The day was bright and sunny, which was kind of appropriate, considering. The lawn by the hall was bustling with sound and people- excited squealing, laughter, proud words being spoken on this most auspicious occassion. He wondered briefly if the black gowns weren't too hot under the sun, but it didn't really matter. Everyone was having too good of a time to worry too hard about it.
"Mike!"
He turned and smiled broadly as the kid- no, young man- who had called his name came barrelling into him.
"Did you see me?"
"Yeah I saw you. You did good, Asher. I'm real proud of you." Michael nodded his approval, and Asher grinned back. "So now you're done, what're you gonna do?"
"Me and the guys were thinking a road trip, maybe, to celebrate the end of academic responsibility." Asher bounced on his toes, waving to a couple of girls he knew. Michael laughed.
"Yeah? And what are you gonna do that in?" he asked fondly. He never ceased to be amazed by his brother's spontenaity when it came to haring off on new adventures. Michael was a lot more cautious in his approach on life. He knew there were things out there, in the darkness, that you just didn't go into blindly.
Asher rolled his eyes at his brother's practicality. "Adrian got given a Mustang by his dad for graduating with honours. We're going in that."
"Oh right. Cool. So Mom hasn't roped you into helping at the motel then?"
"Don't be stupid, like I'm going back to work there now I'm qualified." Asher snorted, then turned as someone yelled his name. "Hey listen dude, I'm gonna go, yanno... people to see and stuff..." He looked at Michael, hoping he wouldn't mind, and Michael nodded.
"Yeah yeah, go enjoy your big day. Text me when you want a ride home or something."
"Thanks." Asher nodded and started away through the crowd, then suddenly doubled back and flung his arms around Michael's chest, hugging him tight.
"Thanks for everything. You're the best big brother ever."
"Yeah yeah- ack, lungs, need to breathe here-" Michael grinned as Asher took off again, slipping his hands into his pockets and wandering through the crowd towards the parking lot.
That's when he saw the car.
He wasn't quite sure what drew him towards it, other than an odd sense of deja vu, something trying to be recognised as familiar in what he saw. There was a figure with her head under the hood, old baggy jeans and a dark blue shirt marking her out as someone who didn't follow the crowd fashions. The Road to Nowhere was blasting from the open windows, and it was the combination of classic car, classic rock, and a rather nice ass that drew him close.
She had short, boyishly cut, auburn hair, and as she stood she swiped the sweat from her brow and turned. Michael stopped in his tracks.
"Like what you see?" she asked after a moment, and Michael realised he was staring. Those eyes, he knew those eyes, that face, the look of someone who had stared into the darkness and laughed.
"Yeah, uh, great car. She yours?" he asked, coming closer. The girl nodded, shutting the hood and wiping her hands on a rag she then tossed into the back seat.
"Yeah, my Dad gave her to me when I started here a year ago. Red goes faster, he said." She smiled, the corners of her hazel eyes creasing slightly.
"Wow, that's great. Lucky. Wish my Mom had got me a car when I started at the Academy." He shrugged. The girl's stance shifted slightly, and she leaned against the side of the car, a little too casual.
"Academy?" she asked, all innocent curiosity.
"Yeah, uh. I'm a cop."
"Really."
"Yeah. Off-duty right now though, so. I'm just here for my brother's graduation." Michael didn't know why he was explaining himself to her. Maybe it was the appraising way she was looking at him now she knew, carefully hiding her secrets.
"Cool." She nodded, reaching for the coke lying on the front seat. Ozzy Osbourne finished, switching to Blue Oyster Cult's Fire of Unknown Origin. Michael shifted a little, the silence stretching between them.
"So," she prompted, and he jerked abruptly out of his thoughts.
"So, uh, I was wondering... You don't happen to know a guy named Dean, do you?" He wasn't quite sure where that had come from, but something shifted in the girl's face.
"Got anything else to go on there, cowboy?"
"No. I don't think he ever told me his last name."
"Who's asking?" she asked, cocking her head. "The cop or the man?"
"I am. The man. Michael." He gave her a reassuring smile. She took that in, pursed her lips thoughtfully, and then nodded.
"Yeah I know a guy called Dean." Just that, nothing else, not an inch given. "Of course, could be any old Dean. Might not be the guy you're lookin for." She took a swallow of coke, screwing the cap back on carefully. Michael nodded acknowledgment, shifting his weight to the other foot.
"Tall, good-looking sorta guy? Drives a black '67 Chevrolet Impala? Hunts evil?"
There was a long pause, and then the girl smiled.
"Don't tell my Dad he's good-looking, he gets that enough from all the girls. Even now, at his age."
And just like that, the ice was broken, and everything relaxed.
"So, Michael. I'm Chevy. What did my Dad take care of for you then?" She stuck her hand out to shake his, and Michael took it.
"Wow, firm grip. Good to meet you. Dean- your dad- he killed a shtriga that almost killed my brother."
"Aaah, the shtriga. Sam told me about that one," she said, sticking her hands back in her pockets.
Michael was almost surprised that she said yes when he asked her out for dinner.
***
Michael had thought about Dean a lot in the last fifteen years, wondering what he was doing, if he was still alive, if he was still killing the creatures in the dark. As Chevy talked, he watched her face. She cleaned up nicely when she wasn't dressed like her father (even though she said it was much more practical, and besides, then the boys thought she was a dyke and left her alone.) The set to her face, her clever hazel eyes, the way she pursed her sensuous lips when she was thinking, it all screamed of her parentage and awoke memories in Michael that he'd forgotten he'd forgotten. She was sharp as a tack, insightful and calculating, and when she spoke of her father it was clear they got along very well.
"Chevy? He seriously named you after his car?" Michael asked at one point, and she laughed.
"Well it's Chevy-Rose, to be fair. And Dad didn't name me, my Mom did. It was all she could remember of him: his name, his phone number, and his car. I was conceived in the back seat of it. Romantic, huh?" She shrugged. "That and calling someone 'Impala' sounds stupid." Laughing softly, Chevy pushed her food around her plate for a moment, organising her thoughts.
"Dad didn't even know I existed until I was seven, when Mom ran away to Vegas with a cowboy, and my uncle Peter called the number she'd left him and got my grandpa's voicemail. Peter didn't want to be responsible for me. Sooo, he called the man who was responsible for my existence and made him be responsible for me. Dad has this thing about familial responsibility, so he took me in. It was the best thing that's ever happened to me."
"Yeah, I kinda got the family vibe when I met him." Michael nodded and sipped his wine. "He seemed like a good man."
"Oh he is. Very good. He's the best man I know. Did the best for me that he knew how. I bet I can shoot better than you can." Chevy smiled cheekily, her eyes sparkling with mischief, her lips making wordless promises. Michael found himself smiling back unconsciously, lifting a hand to smooth his hair.
***
He'd become a police officer so he could fight the evil he could see. He didn't have the first clue on what was really out there, in the darkness- just knew it was there, it was real, it was dangerous. He'd only really come in contact with it once in the time since the shtriga. There had been a dog, bigger and blacker and more evil than any he'd seen before, and he'd shot it in the heart because that had seemed right. He had saved the girl it had been menacing. He hadn't stuck around to see if it was really dead.
When Asher had started university, Michael transferred precincts to be closer to him. Now that he had graduated, Michael decided to stay in the area. He pretended for a while that Chevy-Rose Winchester had absolutely nothing to do with that decision, but he knew he was lying to himself.
Maybe it was the promise that sooner or later, Dean Winchester would reappear in his daughter's life, and Michael would be able to once again meet the man who had made such an impact on him. Maybe it was seeing her father so clearly in her that made him want Chevy more. Maybe it was just her and her charm, her smile, the way she watched him so carefully with those clever hazel eyes that had seen into the darkness and weren't afraid.
***
"My dad's coming at the end of next week."
Michael turned his head to look at Chevy, curled next to him in his bed. Her hair was mussed and falling in her eyes, growing out of her old boyish style. She smiled at him and wriggled closer.
"Is that right?" he asked, running a hand over her hip. She nodded, leaning in for a kiss. Michael could only presume it was something about a man in uniform that kept her with him. Being tall and blonde and handsome (if he did say so himself) kinda helped too.
"It's end of term soon, and he's coming this way anyway. Well, he says he's only coming because he's in the area, but I know the truth. He misses me. Can't wait for me to finish school so I can join the hunt again. What can I say, I'm irresistable," Chevy said, shrugging and looking just as irresistable as could be. Michael grinned back, and didn't resist.
Sex with Chevy was like nothing he'd imagined. It was when he was with her, warm dark around them, sweat and breath and skin between them, buried deep- that was when he truly took her as she was. The dreams that had persisted through his teenage years had been dark, scary, intimate and definitely not the sort of thing to share with the daughter of the man they were about. She was her own person, not an extension of her father. So he held his dirty secrets close, and resolved to forget all about it.
***
Michael tapped his pen in a steady rhythm on his desk, staring into mid-space above his computer montior. Weeks had passed; slow, grinding weeks that got progressively more frustrating.
"Mike."
He snapped out of his trance, and looked up. Chevy stood before his desk, looking worried but resolved.
"How'd you get-"
"It doesn't matter. I'm going away for a while."
"What? Why!?" Michael blinked, emotions flooding through him at the thought of her leaving. Was she going on the hunt again? Quitting school already? Was she tired of him? Had she figured out-
"My dad's missing. He's in trouble, I can feel it, and he needs my help. So I'm going to go find him. I hope..." She paused, running her fingers through her hair, her eyes giving away nothing. Michael stood up and walked around his desk to draw her into his arms.
"It's okay." He could feel her relax immediately at his words, and smiled. "I understand. You need to do this." Then he drew a deep breath, and knew what fate looked like when he saw it. He wondered briefly if he was chosen for this, if every decision he'd made up to this point had been to prepare him.
"I'm coming with you."
Rating: PG13
Pairing/Characters: Michael/OFC (FUTUREFIC)
Notes: Chevy Rose was the brainchild of my dear estel_willow and I, so I dedicate this fic to her. Cos she's awesome. ^_^ Episode related to, well, Something Wicked. No real spoilers tho. Set 15 years after the events of SW.
Disclaimers: Chevy Rose is mine and Willow's, everything else is not.
Summary: Michael had thought about Dean a lot in the last fifteen years, wondering what he was doing, if he was still alive, if he was still killing the creatures in the dark.
It's the candy-apple red '66 Thunderbird in the parking lot that drew his attention.
The day was bright and sunny, which was kind of appropriate, considering. The lawn by the hall was bustling with sound and people- excited squealing, laughter, proud words being spoken on this most auspicious occassion. He wondered briefly if the black gowns weren't too hot under the sun, but it didn't really matter. Everyone was having too good of a time to worry too hard about it.
"Mike!"
He turned and smiled broadly as the kid- no, young man- who had called his name came barrelling into him.
"Did you see me?"
"Yeah I saw you. You did good, Asher. I'm real proud of you." Michael nodded his approval, and Asher grinned back. "So now you're done, what're you gonna do?"
"Me and the guys were thinking a road trip, maybe, to celebrate the end of academic responsibility." Asher bounced on his toes, waving to a couple of girls he knew. Michael laughed.
"Yeah? And what are you gonna do that in?" he asked fondly. He never ceased to be amazed by his brother's spontenaity when it came to haring off on new adventures. Michael was a lot more cautious in his approach on life. He knew there were things out there, in the darkness, that you just didn't go into blindly.
Asher rolled his eyes at his brother's practicality. "Adrian got given a Mustang by his dad for graduating with honours. We're going in that."
"Oh right. Cool. So Mom hasn't roped you into helping at the motel then?"
"Don't be stupid, like I'm going back to work there now I'm qualified." Asher snorted, then turned as someone yelled his name. "Hey listen dude, I'm gonna go, yanno... people to see and stuff..." He looked at Michael, hoping he wouldn't mind, and Michael nodded.
"Yeah yeah, go enjoy your big day. Text me when you want a ride home or something."
"Thanks." Asher nodded and started away through the crowd, then suddenly doubled back and flung his arms around Michael's chest, hugging him tight.
"Thanks for everything. You're the best big brother ever."
"Yeah yeah- ack, lungs, need to breathe here-" Michael grinned as Asher took off again, slipping his hands into his pockets and wandering through the crowd towards the parking lot.
That's when he saw the car.
He wasn't quite sure what drew him towards it, other than an odd sense of deja vu, something trying to be recognised as familiar in what he saw. There was a figure with her head under the hood, old baggy jeans and a dark blue shirt marking her out as someone who didn't follow the crowd fashions. The Road to Nowhere was blasting from the open windows, and it was the combination of classic car, classic rock, and a rather nice ass that drew him close.
She had short, boyishly cut, auburn hair, and as she stood she swiped the sweat from her brow and turned. Michael stopped in his tracks.
"Like what you see?" she asked after a moment, and Michael realised he was staring. Those eyes, he knew those eyes, that face, the look of someone who had stared into the darkness and laughed.
"Yeah, uh, great car. She yours?" he asked, coming closer. The girl nodded, shutting the hood and wiping her hands on a rag she then tossed into the back seat.
"Yeah, my Dad gave her to me when I started here a year ago. Red goes faster, he said." She smiled, the corners of her hazel eyes creasing slightly.
"Wow, that's great. Lucky. Wish my Mom had got me a car when I started at the Academy." He shrugged. The girl's stance shifted slightly, and she leaned against the side of the car, a little too casual.
"Academy?" she asked, all innocent curiosity.
"Yeah, uh. I'm a cop."
"Really."
"Yeah. Off-duty right now though, so. I'm just here for my brother's graduation." Michael didn't know why he was explaining himself to her. Maybe it was the appraising way she was looking at him now she knew, carefully hiding her secrets.
"Cool." She nodded, reaching for the coke lying on the front seat. Ozzy Osbourne finished, switching to Blue Oyster Cult's Fire of Unknown Origin. Michael shifted a little, the silence stretching between them.
"So," she prompted, and he jerked abruptly out of his thoughts.
"So, uh, I was wondering... You don't happen to know a guy named Dean, do you?" He wasn't quite sure where that had come from, but something shifted in the girl's face.
"Got anything else to go on there, cowboy?"
"No. I don't think he ever told me his last name."
"Who's asking?" she asked, cocking her head. "The cop or the man?"
"I am. The man. Michael." He gave her a reassuring smile. She took that in, pursed her lips thoughtfully, and then nodded.
"Yeah I know a guy called Dean." Just that, nothing else, not an inch given. "Of course, could be any old Dean. Might not be the guy you're lookin for." She took a swallow of coke, screwing the cap back on carefully. Michael nodded acknowledgment, shifting his weight to the other foot.
"Tall, good-looking sorta guy? Drives a black '67 Chevrolet Impala? Hunts evil?"
There was a long pause, and then the girl smiled.
"Don't tell my Dad he's good-looking, he gets that enough from all the girls. Even now, at his age."
And just like that, the ice was broken, and everything relaxed.
"So, Michael. I'm Chevy. What did my Dad take care of for you then?" She stuck her hand out to shake his, and Michael took it.
"Wow, firm grip. Good to meet you. Dean- your dad- he killed a shtriga that almost killed my brother."
"Aaah, the shtriga. Sam told me about that one," she said, sticking her hands back in her pockets.
Michael was almost surprised that she said yes when he asked her out for dinner.
***
Michael had thought about Dean a lot in the last fifteen years, wondering what he was doing, if he was still alive, if he was still killing the creatures in the dark. As Chevy talked, he watched her face. She cleaned up nicely when she wasn't dressed like her father (even though she said it was much more practical, and besides, then the boys thought she was a dyke and left her alone.) The set to her face, her clever hazel eyes, the way she pursed her sensuous lips when she was thinking, it all screamed of her parentage and awoke memories in Michael that he'd forgotten he'd forgotten. She was sharp as a tack, insightful and calculating, and when she spoke of her father it was clear they got along very well.
"Chevy? He seriously named you after his car?" Michael asked at one point, and she laughed.
"Well it's Chevy-Rose, to be fair. And Dad didn't name me, my Mom did. It was all she could remember of him: his name, his phone number, and his car. I was conceived in the back seat of it. Romantic, huh?" She shrugged. "That and calling someone 'Impala' sounds stupid." Laughing softly, Chevy pushed her food around her plate for a moment, organising her thoughts.
"Dad didn't even know I existed until I was seven, when Mom ran away to Vegas with a cowboy, and my uncle Peter called the number she'd left him and got my grandpa's voicemail. Peter didn't want to be responsible for me. Sooo, he called the man who was responsible for my existence and made him be responsible for me. Dad has this thing about familial responsibility, so he took me in. It was the best thing that's ever happened to me."
"Yeah, I kinda got the family vibe when I met him." Michael nodded and sipped his wine. "He seemed like a good man."
"Oh he is. Very good. He's the best man I know. Did the best for me that he knew how. I bet I can shoot better than you can." Chevy smiled cheekily, her eyes sparkling with mischief, her lips making wordless promises. Michael found himself smiling back unconsciously, lifting a hand to smooth his hair.
***
He'd become a police officer so he could fight the evil he could see. He didn't have the first clue on what was really out there, in the darkness- just knew it was there, it was real, it was dangerous. He'd only really come in contact with it once in the time since the shtriga. There had been a dog, bigger and blacker and more evil than any he'd seen before, and he'd shot it in the heart because that had seemed right. He had saved the girl it had been menacing. He hadn't stuck around to see if it was really dead.
When Asher had started university, Michael transferred precincts to be closer to him. Now that he had graduated, Michael decided to stay in the area. He pretended for a while that Chevy-Rose Winchester had absolutely nothing to do with that decision, but he knew he was lying to himself.
Maybe it was the promise that sooner or later, Dean Winchester would reappear in his daughter's life, and Michael would be able to once again meet the man who had made such an impact on him. Maybe it was seeing her father so clearly in her that made him want Chevy more. Maybe it was just her and her charm, her smile, the way she watched him so carefully with those clever hazel eyes that had seen into the darkness and weren't afraid.
***
"My dad's coming at the end of next week."
Michael turned his head to look at Chevy, curled next to him in his bed. Her hair was mussed and falling in her eyes, growing out of her old boyish style. She smiled at him and wriggled closer.
"Is that right?" he asked, running a hand over her hip. She nodded, leaning in for a kiss. Michael could only presume it was something about a man in uniform that kept her with him. Being tall and blonde and handsome (if he did say so himself) kinda helped too.
"It's end of term soon, and he's coming this way anyway. Well, he says he's only coming because he's in the area, but I know the truth. He misses me. Can't wait for me to finish school so I can join the hunt again. What can I say, I'm irresistable," Chevy said, shrugging and looking just as irresistable as could be. Michael grinned back, and didn't resist.
Sex with Chevy was like nothing he'd imagined. It was when he was with her, warm dark around them, sweat and breath and skin between them, buried deep- that was when he truly took her as she was. The dreams that had persisted through his teenage years had been dark, scary, intimate and definitely not the sort of thing to share with the daughter of the man they were about. She was her own person, not an extension of her father. So he held his dirty secrets close, and resolved to forget all about it.
***
Michael tapped his pen in a steady rhythm on his desk, staring into mid-space above his computer montior. Weeks had passed; slow, grinding weeks that got progressively more frustrating.
"Mike."
He snapped out of his trance, and looked up. Chevy stood before his desk, looking worried but resolved.
"How'd you get-"
"It doesn't matter. I'm going away for a while."
"What? Why!?" Michael blinked, emotions flooding through him at the thought of her leaving. Was she going on the hunt again? Quitting school already? Was she tired of him? Had she figured out-
"My dad's missing. He's in trouble, I can feel it, and he needs my help. So I'm going to go find him. I hope..." She paused, running her fingers through her hair, her eyes giving away nothing. Michael stood up and walked around his desk to draw her into his arms.
"It's okay." He could feel her relax immediately at his words, and smiled. "I understand. You need to do this." Then he drew a deep breath, and knew what fate looked like when he saw it. He wondered briefly if he was chosen for this, if every decision he'd made up to this point had been to prepare him.
"I'm coming with you."