All That Matters, (4/?), [R], Dean/OFC~Sam/OFC~Bobby, AUseason 6
Title: All That Matters (4/?)
Rating: R
Genre: Gen,Rom,Drama,Action,Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Dean/OFC, Sam/OFC, Bobby, Cas- other characters(original)
Summary: Ava didn't always dream of being a hunter, but it was her destiny according to the Heavens. Now- her family taken from her forever- she carries on her reckless attitude as she presses on with the 'family business', alone. What she doesn't expect to find are two brothers who care very much about what happens to her. And she'll come to learn that sometimes family isn't always blood.
Warnings: AU Season 6 - Contains some spoilers for those not up to date.
Word Count: 3552
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters.
www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml
an: bold italics are memories/past events
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Traveling with the Winchester's was…an experience…to say the least. I haven't traveled with someone in years. My brother was the last person I traveled with and it was easy for us considering that was what we were used to since we were brother and sister. I think it was also an experience for Dean and Sam too. Not so much someone traveling with them, but a female someone. Dean seemed to forget I was there, often. In fact, looking up to see him strolling out of the shower with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist was beginning to be a common occurrence. Not that I complained at the occasional six-pack eye full and sometimes the…bulge in the front of the towel. I had seen Dean's bare ass more than once also…especially when he's fresh out of the shower in the wee early hours. I'm not really a light sleeper. I wanted to tell him, so bad, that when he took his 2a.m. showers…I could hear the soft grunts and it made it extremely hard for me to sleep. The freaking walls in motels were paper thin.
Sam wasn't any better either. In fact, he liked to strut around in a towel also. I was beginning to think I was invisible or maybe they did want me to look. Either way…as far as I could tell…they had a few certain qualities in common. Good qualities.
One incident that happened about two weeks ago, that is still fresh in my mind…Dean saw me naked. Granted, it was just a few seconds, but still…he saw me naked. I had to travel with this guy…I had to see him every day. Honestly, he was just as surprised as I was.
The boys had left earlier that morning, FBI suits n' all, by the time I woke up. Sam had left me a note saying that they would be back later in the afternoon with food and updates on 'the case'. It was only 11a.m. and I honestly never expected anyone. I saw this as an opportunity to take a long needed bath, relax, and to shave all of the appropriate areas. I hadn't closed the bathroom door to begin with (I mean, it was cracked, but you think someone would notice someone taking a bath in the room next to you). I dried off with my towel and tossed it on the floor before walking out of the bathroom. Suddenly, I became very aware that I was not alone. My brown eyes widened as I saw Dean's green eyes meet mine. This wave of shock reached his face as his arms sprung into action sending the paper he was reading up to cover his face.I was pretty sure that he kind of yelled, 'Holy shit' as I screamed, 'Holy Fuck' before darting back into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. I was frozen in place for what seemed forever with my shoulder pressed firmly against the door as if he were going to come in.
After a few minutes and after mustering up the courage, I secured my towel around my body and cracked the door, "Dean?"
I didn't hear anything for at least twenty seconds and then, "Yea?"
"Can…can you hand me my bag?"
I was leaning over enough that only my bare shoulder was visible. I could feel the strands of my dark blond hair (that was in desperate need of a trim) sticking to my shoulders and neck. It was beginning to dry- guess I'd be doing the usual style today- curly. I watched him as he silently picked up my red duffel bag and walk backward toward the bathroom. His hand was griping the straps so tight his knuckles were turning white. I pursed my lips trying not to laugh. He bumped into the corner and then quickly held it out. I had to open the door in order to get it. I pulled the door all the way open keeping one hand firmly on my towel. I didn't need a repeat.
I paused when my hand met his as I took the duffel. His head was bent toward the floor, his body stiff, and he was breathing rather quickly. I let out a breath as moved his head an inch to the right and watched me take the bag. As soon as I did…he took off toward the motel door snatching his keys of the table in the process. He closed the door softly and moments later the Impala started.
I didn't talk to Dean for two days after that.
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Developing a friendship with them wasn't difficult at all. They were actually easy to get along with. Dean had his moments as well as Sam and I'm sure I did too. We had been traveling on the road for two months now and I had driven twice. This bothered me somewhat, but I wasn't going to take it personally. Apparently this car was something special and there was the fact that it belonged his dad. Sam and I would switch sometimes, so that way he could spread out in the back seat. Honestly, his spreading out didn't look that comfortable for a man who was 6'4.
I glanced in the back seat where Sam was sleeping. I had noticed lately that he looked pained sometimes like he was having a nightmare. I brushed my hair away from my face as I dug for a ponytail holder in the front zipper of my back pack. The weather was amazing today and the windows were slightly cracked just enough to make a cool breeze. Dean looked peaceful, eyes focused on the road, humming softly with the song on the radio that was a lot lower than it should be. The noise hardly ever bothered Sam, in fact, I think it helped him. Usually if Dean had the radio low, he wanted to talk or he was looking for the moment to talk. I glanced at the clock, 5:42p.m. The sun was beginning to pass over the hills giving the desert a beautiful golden red hue. The only reason I loved the desert- gorgeous sunsets. We were about eleven miles from the nearest town and only thirty miles from our next case. We had been driving for days. Our last case was in Vermont…now we were off to the outskirts of the Arizona. After this case, I actually wanted to drive into California for a few days…maybe go to the beach. I hadn't mentioned it to Dean yet. He didn't strike me as a beach guy.
I put my hair in a quick bun, fine short hairs still tickling my brow and ears. I shoved my sunglasses up onto my head and grabbed the file sitting between me and Dean. He glanced over as I opened it and he gave a long sigh, "I don't like cases that involve kids."
"Yea…me too." I said softly as I flipped through the paper copies of pictures with missing children on them. It seemed wrong that the children were smiling. They all had disappeared in the same playground area between the hours of 2pm and 4pm. The children, boys and girls, were between the ages of 5 and 9. "This one article mentions that there was a clear slime substance found at the playground. Apparently…it's in abundance there."
"Yea, Sam called the newspaper earlier and they said no matter what they do to clean it off…it's present with every abduction," he made a face and shook his head mumbling 'gross'. Slime didn't sound like a fun time to me either especially if our monster was producing it. I had no intentions of wanting to be covered in slime.
"Hmm. You know, I remember reading about this case a few years back…there was an unsolved case in the 20's in Ohio where an elementary school of 15 children disappeared. There was a trail of slime that led to the sewers, but they never recovered the bodies."
Dean glanced at me with a sour look on his face, "I hate sewers."
I laughed as I pictured him down in the sewers stepping in crap before muttering a string of his colorful phrases. I agreed with him as I closed the file before tossing it on the dash, "I can call my uncle- see if he knows of anything."
He looked at me with a caution shadowing his face, "Thought you weren't speaking to him. You know…after…"
I shrugged and kicked my flip flops off before crossing my legs Indian style. His gaze lingered longer before he looked away. I felt my heart skip a few beats as he licked his lips. 'God, he was sexy sometimes.' And it wasn't intentionally the majority of the time. "I can't stay mad forever…even if I do hate him. He's family. Besides- he was under the 'curse of the evil amulet'. If he can help us…then there isn't a reason for me to avoid him."
"I honestly don't believe that your hatred of him just goes back to Bobby's."
I turned my eyes toward him and held his gaze for a moment. This just got personal. He never wanted to talk about my personal things. Sam tended to poke and prod, but when Dean did…it was different somehow. He didn't keep on and on about things. He would sit and wait, patiently. He would even go on about something else, just waiting. He was patient with me. He wasn't always so patient with Sam, "My parents were hunting a Wendigo in Washington. After a few days they realized that there were two. They called Shawn- asked for his help- he said yes."
"I take it he screwed up somehow," he said after I held my silence for minutes. I stared out the window at the lowering sun. They night stretched on behind us. It seemed like we were trying to out run the darkness.
I snorted in response before continuing, "He said he would be there in a few hours. They waited a day, he didn't show. So, they went in on their own. They were killed. Aaron got the call from a local hunter…and Shawn…well, he was gambling in Las Vegas- drunk off his ass."
The car filled with silence after that. I didn't want to call my uncle right away about this slime problem. I would do it later when I was alone. I wanted to talk to Kendra also…make sure was okay. She had a tendency of getting injured, a lot, while hunting with her dad. He wasn't the type to watch your back. He's too busy watching his own. My brother and I had found that out several times. Aaron wanted to hunt with them though, because they were family. As far as I was concerned, Shawn wasn't related to me. Kendra was like a sister to me, but her dedication to her dad was undeniable and unbreakable. That bothered me somewhat because sooner or later…that wouldn't end well for her.
"So…Shawn is an asshole. And I should feel free to beat the shit out of him. Got it." Dean said startling me from my thoughts. I turned my head to study him- if he was serious or not. His jaw was firmly set, left hand moving with the steering wheel every few seconds with his elbow resting casually on the door as his right hand was lying in his lap. His face was stern as he glared at the road. He felt me watching him and his face softened as he shifted his eyes toward me. I'd bet my last twenty bucks that he was a gentle giant, but then again, I'm almost eighty percent sure he wasn't joking. He smirked at me and I smiled back. I wasn't sure if I was happy about him beating the crap out of Shawn or not, but it did sound good. I gave a soft laugh and shook my head as his smirk went to full blown grin.
"Wanna be my hero then?"
He opened his mouth to say something, but saw that Sam was stirring in the back seat. He cleared his throat. And personal conversation, gone. I looked away as Sam sat up yawning. He stretched as best as he could, "Where are we?"
"Um…" I reached for the map on the dash and gave it a once over while trying to seem normal. "A few miles outside of Sheveling. I think we should stop there for the night…drive the rest of the way in tomorrow morning."
"Sounds good to me. All I know is that I need to piss and I'm starving." Dean said giving a yawn as he ran his fingers through his hair scratching his scalp.
Sam nodded in agreement. He leaned over the front seat and titled his head with a smirk on his face, "I miss anything exciting?"
I glanced at Dean who was scrunching his eyebrows at the back of Sam's head. I quickly shifted my eyes back to Sam's before he saw me watching him. I smiled and nodded, "Yea. Totally missed me naked…I stripped down and climbed out the window…surfed on the hood. It was epic."
Sam let out a loud chuckle as he sat back, "So not much then huh?"
I met Dean's eyes as he searched my face. I could see a small question in his eyes, but he said nothing. I looked back out the window, "Yep...not much."
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Later that evening, Bobby had called Dean to let him know that a few fellow hunters that he knew caught and killed the Slug or at least that's what Dean had called it. It was a man-thing that secreted a sedative like slime. He covered his victims, at least ten children or five adults, depending on the preference of the Slug. He fed on them the victims for ten years while in hibernation. Only five out of seven children were found alive.
I was happy because the thing had been taken care of, really I was, but now we were in Arizona, practically in the middle of nowhere with no job. I was about out of cash and needed to come up with some. I wasn't completely taken with the idea of using fraudulent cards, yet. I had spent some of my money on a 20 ounce Pepsi, a bag of M'Ms, and a pack of Marlboro Reds. I had grabbed one of Dean's lighters out of the glove compartment and made my way to the pool that wasn't really a pool. It had about a foot of dirty water in the bottom. It looked like it hadn't been in use in quite some time. Kicking off my flip flops, I plopped down onto the edge of the pool dangling my feet off the side. I guess I could pretend there was water, I smirked. I lit one of the cigarettes and gave a long sigh watching the smoke float away into the air. I noticed how brilliant the stars looked. I had to smile, but then I began to wonder what the hell I was doing here. Why had I decided to come with the guys?
I should have stayed where I could have kept an eye on Kendra. I shook my head taking another pull off of the cigarette.
'I can't really talk right now Ava.'
'Why? What's wrong?'
I heard the hesitation in her voice, 'Dad…he…you know, the usual.'
The usual meant he was drunk and injured leaving Kendra to care for him.
'You should come out and meet us. You would love Sam and Dean. Amazing hunters…reminds me of the old days with the family. You know?'
'I…I really can't Ava. He needs me.'
'No…he doesn't. He needs a slave. He's a washed up hunter who needs to sober his ass up.'
'God! You never understand where I'm coming from! He's my dad Ava. Remember? My dad's not dead. He's still alive,' she spat out.
I swallowed dryly, 'I need to go. I'll talk to you soon. Love you- be safe.'
'Ava…Ava wai..' I hung up without a second thought.
I tossed the butt into the pool and pulled out another one lighting it quickly. I opened my bag of M'Ms and let a few roll out into my hand before popping them into my mouth. I heard the faint sound of heavy foot steps coming up behind me. I already knew who it was before he said anything. The gate that lead into the pool area whined as walked through it.
"How's the water?"
I shrugged, "Feels like a hot tub."
"Really? Then I have to join you. A shame we're wearing clothes though."
I laughed as he eased himself down beside me, "You've already seen me naked Dean…once is enough to traumatize you."
He gave an odd chuckle…a nervous one. Maybe he wasn't traumatized after all. I held the bag of M'Ms out toward him and he took them gladly pouring a few in his hand, "What are you doing out here?"
I could hear him crunching slowly and I moved the bottle of Pepsi between us. He opened it taking a swig from it. It wasn't the first time we had shared a drink. We shared a lot of things come to think of it. I shrugged, "Enjoying the evening."
He pulled my phone from his pocket and sat it down between us. I sighed as I looked away taking another drag off my cancer stick. My mom would always complain when dad lit up and then when she wasn't around he would hand me one and say, 'It works wonders on stress.'
"She called my phone too. Bobby gave her the number I guess." He took another sip of the Pepsi before putting the cap back on it.
"She's an idiot," I mumbled before flicking the cigarette into the pool.
He watched me closely and nodded, "That why you're smokin'?
He'd only seen me smoke twice now. Both after talking to Kendra, go figure. I snatched the bag of candy from his lap and popped a few in my mouth, "You sound like my mom."
He laughed, "Well…that would be awkward."
He looked away as I shook my head and laid back on the cool concrete with my right arm underneath my head. My eyes traced the patterns of the stars and I smiled remembering doing the same with my brother, "How would that be awkward? You know, you act like my dad sometimes too. Starting to think you are him incarnate."
He licked his lips and turned his head toward me slightly, "That day in the motel room…didn't traumatize me."
I held the lighter in my hand flipping it over and over in my hand as I pretended to count the stars. What he said registered after a few moments. I shifted my eyes to him confused, "Huh?"
He turned his whole body toward me, his knee grazing my short clad thigh. I suddenly felt self conscious of my body. I tugged my t-shirt down as he seemed to move closer to me. The parking lot lights were buzzing loudly. I could hear the crickets chirping. The moon overhead was a thumbnail. I swallowed wondering how I could smoke two cigarettes and still feel my heart thumping out of my chest. He shook his head, "I wasn't traumatized when I left, Ava. I left…because…all I wanted to do was kiss you. And somehow…it didn't seem like the right time…you know, with…with you naked and all."
"Some people would probably disagree with you," I said softly shifting my gaze to his lips.
He smirked at my comment and then his lips were hovering over mine, "I just…you are on the road with us. I can't screw that up…Bobby would have my ass."
"You do have a cute ass," I mumbled with a smirk. He laughed and lifted his hand to my face. He caressed my cheek with his right thumb. His hand was callused and firm, but it seemed to mold to my face. He leaned closer to me and I could smell his aftershave, and the chocolate on his breath. I felt my heart pump faster as I lifted my head closer to him, "And you thought I was asleep…"
He smiled and I felt his lips brush mine softly. Butterflies invaded my stomach and swam down to my toes. How could someone's lips feel that soft?
"Dean? Ava?" Dean jerked away from me as if he had been burned. I sat up quickly and starting picking up my things as if nothing had ever happened. I glanced back and Sam stood there was this odd look on his face, "Um…Bobby is on the phone…has a new case in Utah. Look's like a demon."
Oh, right, our job. Dean was already on his feet leaving me behind as quickly as he could, "Good deal."
I stood up and headed for the motel room trying to keep my head down and away from Sam, but I couldn't miss that look in his eyes. That disappointed look. The look of rejection was written all over. The one look I wanted to avoid completely with the boys. I failed, miserably because suddenly I felt rejected too.
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Rating: R
Genre: Gen,Rom,Drama,Action,Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Dean/OFC, Sam/OFC, Bobby, Cas- other characters(original)
Summary: Ava didn't always dream of being a hunter, but it was her destiny according to the Heavens. Now- her family taken from her forever- she carries on her reckless attitude as she presses on with the 'family business', alone. What she doesn't expect to find are two brothers who care very much about what happens to her. And she'll come to learn that sometimes family isn't always blood.
Warnings: AU Season 6 - Contains some spoilers for those not up to date.
Word Count: 3552
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters.
www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml
an: bold italics are memories/past events
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Traveling with the Winchester's was…an experience…to say the least. I haven't traveled with someone in years. My brother was the last person I traveled with and it was easy for us considering that was what we were used to since we were brother and sister. I think it was also an experience for Dean and Sam too. Not so much someone traveling with them, but a female someone. Dean seemed to forget I was there, often. In fact, looking up to see him strolling out of the shower with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist was beginning to be a common occurrence. Not that I complained at the occasional six-pack eye full and sometimes the…bulge in the front of the towel. I had seen Dean's bare ass more than once also…especially when he's fresh out of the shower in the wee early hours. I'm not really a light sleeper. I wanted to tell him, so bad, that when he took his 2a.m. showers…I could hear the soft grunts and it made it extremely hard for me to sleep. The freaking walls in motels were paper thin.
Sam wasn't any better either. In fact, he liked to strut around in a towel also. I was beginning to think I was invisible or maybe they did want me to look. Either way…as far as I could tell…they had a few certain qualities in common. Good qualities.
One incident that happened about two weeks ago, that is still fresh in my mind…Dean saw me naked. Granted, it was just a few seconds, but still…he saw me naked. I had to travel with this guy…I had to see him every day. Honestly, he was just as surprised as I was.
The boys had left earlier that morning, FBI suits n' all, by the time I woke up. Sam had left me a note saying that they would be back later in the afternoon with food and updates on 'the case'. It was only 11a.m. and I honestly never expected anyone. I saw this as an opportunity to take a long needed bath, relax, and to shave all of the appropriate areas. I hadn't closed the bathroom door to begin with (I mean, it was cracked, but you think someone would notice someone taking a bath in the room next to you). I dried off with my towel and tossed it on the floor before walking out of the bathroom. Suddenly, I became very aware that I was not alone. My brown eyes widened as I saw Dean's green eyes meet mine. This wave of shock reached his face as his arms sprung into action sending the paper he was reading up to cover his face.I was pretty sure that he kind of yelled, 'Holy shit' as I screamed, 'Holy Fuck' before darting back into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. I was frozen in place for what seemed forever with my shoulder pressed firmly against the door as if he were going to come in.
After a few minutes and after mustering up the courage, I secured my towel around my body and cracked the door, "Dean?"
I didn't hear anything for at least twenty seconds and then, "Yea?"
"Can…can you hand me my bag?"
I was leaning over enough that only my bare shoulder was visible. I could feel the strands of my dark blond hair (that was in desperate need of a trim) sticking to my shoulders and neck. It was beginning to dry- guess I'd be doing the usual style today- curly. I watched him as he silently picked up my red duffel bag and walk backward toward the bathroom. His hand was griping the straps so tight his knuckles were turning white. I pursed my lips trying not to laugh. He bumped into the corner and then quickly held it out. I had to open the door in order to get it. I pulled the door all the way open keeping one hand firmly on my towel. I didn't need a repeat.
I paused when my hand met his as I took the duffel. His head was bent toward the floor, his body stiff, and he was breathing rather quickly. I let out a breath as moved his head an inch to the right and watched me take the bag. As soon as I did…he took off toward the motel door snatching his keys of the table in the process. He closed the door softly and moments later the Impala started.
I didn't talk to Dean for two days after that.
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Developing a friendship with them wasn't difficult at all. They were actually easy to get along with. Dean had his moments as well as Sam and I'm sure I did too. We had been traveling on the road for two months now and I had driven twice. This bothered me somewhat, but I wasn't going to take it personally. Apparently this car was something special and there was the fact that it belonged his dad. Sam and I would switch sometimes, so that way he could spread out in the back seat. Honestly, his spreading out didn't look that comfortable for a man who was 6'4.
I glanced in the back seat where Sam was sleeping. I had noticed lately that he looked pained sometimes like he was having a nightmare. I brushed my hair away from my face as I dug for a ponytail holder in the front zipper of my back pack. The weather was amazing today and the windows were slightly cracked just enough to make a cool breeze. Dean looked peaceful, eyes focused on the road, humming softly with the song on the radio that was a lot lower than it should be. The noise hardly ever bothered Sam, in fact, I think it helped him. Usually if Dean had the radio low, he wanted to talk or he was looking for the moment to talk. I glanced at the clock, 5:42p.m. The sun was beginning to pass over the hills giving the desert a beautiful golden red hue. The only reason I loved the desert- gorgeous sunsets. We were about eleven miles from the nearest town and only thirty miles from our next case. We had been driving for days. Our last case was in Vermont…now we were off to the outskirts of the Arizona. After this case, I actually wanted to drive into California for a few days…maybe go to the beach. I hadn't mentioned it to Dean yet. He didn't strike me as a beach guy.
I put my hair in a quick bun, fine short hairs still tickling my brow and ears. I shoved my sunglasses up onto my head and grabbed the file sitting between me and Dean. He glanced over as I opened it and he gave a long sigh, "I don't like cases that involve kids."
"Yea…me too." I said softly as I flipped through the paper copies of pictures with missing children on them. It seemed wrong that the children were smiling. They all had disappeared in the same playground area between the hours of 2pm and 4pm. The children, boys and girls, were between the ages of 5 and 9. "This one article mentions that there was a clear slime substance found at the playground. Apparently…it's in abundance there."
"Yea, Sam called the newspaper earlier and they said no matter what they do to clean it off…it's present with every abduction," he made a face and shook his head mumbling 'gross'. Slime didn't sound like a fun time to me either especially if our monster was producing it. I had no intentions of wanting to be covered in slime.
"Hmm. You know, I remember reading about this case a few years back…there was an unsolved case in the 20's in Ohio where an elementary school of 15 children disappeared. There was a trail of slime that led to the sewers, but they never recovered the bodies."
Dean glanced at me with a sour look on his face, "I hate sewers."
I laughed as I pictured him down in the sewers stepping in crap before muttering a string of his colorful phrases. I agreed with him as I closed the file before tossing it on the dash, "I can call my uncle- see if he knows of anything."
He looked at me with a caution shadowing his face, "Thought you weren't speaking to him. You know…after…"
I shrugged and kicked my flip flops off before crossing my legs Indian style. His gaze lingered longer before he looked away. I felt my heart skip a few beats as he licked his lips. 'God, he was sexy sometimes.' And it wasn't intentionally the majority of the time. "I can't stay mad forever…even if I do hate him. He's family. Besides- he was under the 'curse of the evil amulet'. If he can help us…then there isn't a reason for me to avoid him."
"I honestly don't believe that your hatred of him just goes back to Bobby's."
I turned my eyes toward him and held his gaze for a moment. This just got personal. He never wanted to talk about my personal things. Sam tended to poke and prod, but when Dean did…it was different somehow. He didn't keep on and on about things. He would sit and wait, patiently. He would even go on about something else, just waiting. He was patient with me. He wasn't always so patient with Sam, "My parents were hunting a Wendigo in Washington. After a few days they realized that there were two. They called Shawn- asked for his help- he said yes."
"I take it he screwed up somehow," he said after I held my silence for minutes. I stared out the window at the lowering sun. They night stretched on behind us. It seemed like we were trying to out run the darkness.
I snorted in response before continuing, "He said he would be there in a few hours. They waited a day, he didn't show. So, they went in on their own. They were killed. Aaron got the call from a local hunter…and Shawn…well, he was gambling in Las Vegas- drunk off his ass."
The car filled with silence after that. I didn't want to call my uncle right away about this slime problem. I would do it later when I was alone. I wanted to talk to Kendra also…make sure was okay. She had a tendency of getting injured, a lot, while hunting with her dad. He wasn't the type to watch your back. He's too busy watching his own. My brother and I had found that out several times. Aaron wanted to hunt with them though, because they were family. As far as I was concerned, Shawn wasn't related to me. Kendra was like a sister to me, but her dedication to her dad was undeniable and unbreakable. That bothered me somewhat because sooner or later…that wouldn't end well for her.
"So…Shawn is an asshole. And I should feel free to beat the shit out of him. Got it." Dean said startling me from my thoughts. I turned my head to study him- if he was serious or not. His jaw was firmly set, left hand moving with the steering wheel every few seconds with his elbow resting casually on the door as his right hand was lying in his lap. His face was stern as he glared at the road. He felt me watching him and his face softened as he shifted his eyes toward me. I'd bet my last twenty bucks that he was a gentle giant, but then again, I'm almost eighty percent sure he wasn't joking. He smirked at me and I smiled back. I wasn't sure if I was happy about him beating the crap out of Shawn or not, but it did sound good. I gave a soft laugh and shook my head as his smirk went to full blown grin.
"Wanna be my hero then?"
He opened his mouth to say something, but saw that Sam was stirring in the back seat. He cleared his throat. And personal conversation, gone. I looked away as Sam sat up yawning. He stretched as best as he could, "Where are we?"
"Um…" I reached for the map on the dash and gave it a once over while trying to seem normal. "A few miles outside of Sheveling. I think we should stop there for the night…drive the rest of the way in tomorrow morning."
"Sounds good to me. All I know is that I need to piss and I'm starving." Dean said giving a yawn as he ran his fingers through his hair scratching his scalp.
Sam nodded in agreement. He leaned over the front seat and titled his head with a smirk on his face, "I miss anything exciting?"
I glanced at Dean who was scrunching his eyebrows at the back of Sam's head. I quickly shifted my eyes back to Sam's before he saw me watching him. I smiled and nodded, "Yea. Totally missed me naked…I stripped down and climbed out the window…surfed on the hood. It was epic."
Sam let out a loud chuckle as he sat back, "So not much then huh?"
I met Dean's eyes as he searched my face. I could see a small question in his eyes, but he said nothing. I looked back out the window, "Yep...not much."
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Later that evening, Bobby had called Dean to let him know that a few fellow hunters that he knew caught and killed the Slug or at least that's what Dean had called it. It was a man-thing that secreted a sedative like slime. He covered his victims, at least ten children or five adults, depending on the preference of the Slug. He fed on them the victims for ten years while in hibernation. Only five out of seven children were found alive.
I was happy because the thing had been taken care of, really I was, but now we were in Arizona, practically in the middle of nowhere with no job. I was about out of cash and needed to come up with some. I wasn't completely taken with the idea of using fraudulent cards, yet. I had spent some of my money on a 20 ounce Pepsi, a bag of M'Ms, and a pack of Marlboro Reds. I had grabbed one of Dean's lighters out of the glove compartment and made my way to the pool that wasn't really a pool. It had about a foot of dirty water in the bottom. It looked like it hadn't been in use in quite some time. Kicking off my flip flops, I plopped down onto the edge of the pool dangling my feet off the side. I guess I could pretend there was water, I smirked. I lit one of the cigarettes and gave a long sigh watching the smoke float away into the air. I noticed how brilliant the stars looked. I had to smile, but then I began to wonder what the hell I was doing here. Why had I decided to come with the guys?
I should have stayed where I could have kept an eye on Kendra. I shook my head taking another pull off of the cigarette.
'I can't really talk right now Ava.'
'Why? What's wrong?'
I heard the hesitation in her voice, 'Dad…he…you know, the usual.'
The usual meant he was drunk and injured leaving Kendra to care for him.
'You should come out and meet us. You would love Sam and Dean. Amazing hunters…reminds me of the old days with the family. You know?'
'I…I really can't Ava. He needs me.'
'No…he doesn't. He needs a slave. He's a washed up hunter who needs to sober his ass up.'
'God! You never understand where I'm coming from! He's my dad Ava. Remember? My dad's not dead. He's still alive,' she spat out.
I swallowed dryly, 'I need to go. I'll talk to you soon. Love you- be safe.'
'Ava…Ava wai..' I hung up without a second thought.
I tossed the butt into the pool and pulled out another one lighting it quickly. I opened my bag of M'Ms and let a few roll out into my hand before popping them into my mouth. I heard the faint sound of heavy foot steps coming up behind me. I already knew who it was before he said anything. The gate that lead into the pool area whined as walked through it.
"How's the water?"
I shrugged, "Feels like a hot tub."
"Really? Then I have to join you. A shame we're wearing clothes though."
I laughed as he eased himself down beside me, "You've already seen me naked Dean…once is enough to traumatize you."
He gave an odd chuckle…a nervous one. Maybe he wasn't traumatized after all. I held the bag of M'Ms out toward him and he took them gladly pouring a few in his hand, "What are you doing out here?"
I could hear him crunching slowly and I moved the bottle of Pepsi between us. He opened it taking a swig from it. It wasn't the first time we had shared a drink. We shared a lot of things come to think of it. I shrugged, "Enjoying the evening."
He pulled my phone from his pocket and sat it down between us. I sighed as I looked away taking another drag off my cancer stick. My mom would always complain when dad lit up and then when she wasn't around he would hand me one and say, 'It works wonders on stress.'
"She called my phone too. Bobby gave her the number I guess." He took another sip of the Pepsi before putting the cap back on it.
"She's an idiot," I mumbled before flicking the cigarette into the pool.
He watched me closely and nodded, "That why you're smokin'?
He'd only seen me smoke twice now. Both after talking to Kendra, go figure. I snatched the bag of candy from his lap and popped a few in my mouth, "You sound like my mom."
He laughed, "Well…that would be awkward."
He looked away as I shook my head and laid back on the cool concrete with my right arm underneath my head. My eyes traced the patterns of the stars and I smiled remembering doing the same with my brother, "How would that be awkward? You know, you act like my dad sometimes too. Starting to think you are him incarnate."
He licked his lips and turned his head toward me slightly, "That day in the motel room…didn't traumatize me."
I held the lighter in my hand flipping it over and over in my hand as I pretended to count the stars. What he said registered after a few moments. I shifted my eyes to him confused, "Huh?"
He turned his whole body toward me, his knee grazing my short clad thigh. I suddenly felt self conscious of my body. I tugged my t-shirt down as he seemed to move closer to me. The parking lot lights were buzzing loudly. I could hear the crickets chirping. The moon overhead was a thumbnail. I swallowed wondering how I could smoke two cigarettes and still feel my heart thumping out of my chest. He shook his head, "I wasn't traumatized when I left, Ava. I left…because…all I wanted to do was kiss you. And somehow…it didn't seem like the right time…you know, with…with you naked and all."
"Some people would probably disagree with you," I said softly shifting my gaze to his lips.
He smirked at my comment and then his lips were hovering over mine, "I just…you are on the road with us. I can't screw that up…Bobby would have my ass."
"You do have a cute ass," I mumbled with a smirk. He laughed and lifted his hand to my face. He caressed my cheek with his right thumb. His hand was callused and firm, but it seemed to mold to my face. He leaned closer to me and I could smell his aftershave, and the chocolate on his breath. I felt my heart pump faster as I lifted my head closer to him, "And you thought I was asleep…"
He smiled and I felt his lips brush mine softly. Butterflies invaded my stomach and swam down to my toes. How could someone's lips feel that soft?
"Dean? Ava?" Dean jerked away from me as if he had been burned. I sat up quickly and starting picking up my things as if nothing had ever happened. I glanced back and Sam stood there was this odd look on his face, "Um…Bobby is on the phone…has a new case in Utah. Look's like a demon."
Oh, right, our job. Dean was already on his feet leaving me behind as quickly as he could, "Good deal."
I stood up and headed for the motel room trying to keep my head down and away from Sam, but I couldn't miss that look in his eyes. That disappointed look. The look of rejection was written all over. The one look I wanted to avoid completely with the boys. I failed, miserably because suddenly I felt rejected too.
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