Spn. Fic. Ghosts and Presents.
Title: Ghosts and Presents.
Characters: Gwen Campbell, Lisa Braeden, Dean Winchester, Jesse, Ben, Sam.
Rating: G.
Summary: Gwen likes meeting new people.
A New Year gift for martinius , hope you like it. I tried to write not in my usual style, for a change.
Happy New Year!
Gwen is young and reckless (or so she thinks), and she attracts trouble. It doesn't really matter, though, 'cause she's a good shot and runs fast. She's one of the best Campbell hunters.
She has nothing to lose now. Mark and Christian are dead, along with the many others she knew and loved ever since she was a child. Gwen supposes she could be hunting Samuel.
She can't, so she drives away into the night and finds herself a case.
The ghost of the cheerleader from eighties lingers in the school, preying on jocks, and it's too easy, to slip into the building unnoticed, overhear several conversations and make up a plan. Gwen is good at plans.
The dark comes, the lights turn off, and she comes out of her hiding place to kick some ghost ass.
Of course, everything goes awry: there's a kid in the school, hiding in the chemistry class.
"Why are you here," she barks out, and shrieks as the gun in her hands turns into a toy one.
"Every child my age should go to school," the kid says reasonably. "I'm Jesse, and you're a hunter."
*
Gwen always knew she's not likely to ever lead a calm homely life of a housewife. Since childhood, she had no interest in such things. She loved the thrill of the hunt, and everything else didn't matter.
Until now.
"You're going to teach me to be a hunter?" The kid's eyes shine with delight. "So cool!"
"You won't think so after your first werewolf turns back, Jesse," Gwen says tiredly, steering the wheel. The road is too dark, and she knows she has to find a motel as quickly as possible: she has to sleep or they'll crash into a tree.
"I can make it not turn back," he says quietly, and, well.
"What are you, Jesse?"
"They say I'm the Antichrist," he says solemnly, eyes focused on her face. God, it's like the moment Mark came out, Gwen think: he too had the same facial expression of 'hurt me and discover the color of your entrails'.
"You met the Winchesters, right?" she asks, trying so hard to keep her voice neutral. "Sam told me about you."
"Sam is nice." He smiles, wistfully. Gwen wonders if it was the Sam she met, or some other one, 'cause Sam Winchester is the last person in the world she'd call 'nice'.
*
They settle for the night in a small motel. Gwen is a little apperhensive: she doesn't know what Antichrists dream about.
She knows she has to make one phone call. She'd really prefer not to make it, but she's a hunter first. The duty matters more than feelings of embarrassment.
"Dean Winchester listening." His voice is gruff, maybe from lack of sleep, maybe from shouting.
"Hi, Dean. It's Gwen." It's strange, talking to him. Gwen doesn't like it, can't explain it, and it makes her angry and hurtful. "Do you know a boy named Jesse? He says he knows you."
"Oh. Yes, we met him. Did he try to turn you into a toy yet?"
"No, why would he? Anyway, he's with me." What do I do with him? is the question she can't ask, and Dean isn't the kind of person who hears things like that, at least not to her. "Do you know any safe place Samuel doesn't know about?"
"Yes," Dean asnwers immediately, then falls silent for a bit, as if he didn't want to blurt it out at all.
*
They settle in a little town, and Jesse starts going to school - legally, that is. Where he kept the papers she doesn't know, but reckons she won't like the answer.
The antichrist makes friends at the school, which Gwen doesn't find surprising: he's a sweet child.
*
Strange things always happen around hunters. Or, the hunters are the only ones that notcie those little accidents.
There's a ghost in Jesse's new school.
*
"Who's there?" It's familiar: Gwen knows she's not alone in the school.
"Hi, Gwen," Jesse mutters, coming out from the door to the History class. Another kid follows him, dark-haired, freckled and distinctly guilty-looking.
"This is Ben Braeden. We took care of that ghost. Ben knows Dean."
*
"Ben, I can't believe you sneaked out of the house at night!" a beautiful dark-haired woman shouts at the boy, clutching the hem of her white nightdress. She's very obviously his mother: he has her eyes (and Dean Winchester's nose).
"They thought they can hunt," Gwen says. "The ghost wasn't even real."
"What? How?" Jesse looks hurt, and Ben looks disappointed.
"You thought it up," Gwen explains. Lisa Braeden frowns at the boys. "I'm Gwen Campbell, wish we'd meet under different circumstances."
They shake hands.
"Boys, say your goodbyes, it's late."
*
They meet againg, Gwen and Lisa Braeden. They talk in little diners, about being a mother, a hunter, a teacher.
They spend Christmas together, with Ben and Jesse playing video games upstairs.
Their first kiss is in spring. When the boys find out about them, Jesse nods approvingly and says something about love being the greatest power in the world. Ben is oddly impressed by that.
*
A year later, Sam Winchester, a very different Sam from the one Gwen knew, says, with a blindingly white smile: "So you stole Dean's girlfriend. Admirable, Gwen."
"Oh, shut up," Gwen, Lisa and Dean grumble together, and the whole room drowns in a bout of laughter.
Characters: Gwen Campbell, Lisa Braeden, Dean Winchester, Jesse, Ben, Sam.
Rating: G.
Summary: Gwen likes meeting new people.
A New Year gift for martinius , hope you like it. I tried to write not in my usual style, for a change.
Happy New Year!
Gwen is young and reckless (or so she thinks), and she attracts trouble. It doesn't really matter, though, 'cause she's a good shot and runs fast. She's one of the best Campbell hunters.
She has nothing to lose now. Mark and Christian are dead, along with the many others she knew and loved ever since she was a child. Gwen supposes she could be hunting Samuel.
She can't, so she drives away into the night and finds herself a case.
The ghost of the cheerleader from eighties lingers in the school, preying on jocks, and it's too easy, to slip into the building unnoticed, overhear several conversations and make up a plan. Gwen is good at plans.
The dark comes, the lights turn off, and she comes out of her hiding place to kick some ghost ass.
Of course, everything goes awry: there's a kid in the school, hiding in the chemistry class.
"Why are you here," she barks out, and shrieks as the gun in her hands turns into a toy one.
"Every child my age should go to school," the kid says reasonably. "I'm Jesse, and you're a hunter."
*
Gwen always knew she's not likely to ever lead a calm homely life of a housewife. Since childhood, she had no interest in such things. She loved the thrill of the hunt, and everything else didn't matter.
Until now.
"You're going to teach me to be a hunter?" The kid's eyes shine with delight. "So cool!"
"You won't think so after your first werewolf turns back, Jesse," Gwen says tiredly, steering the wheel. The road is too dark, and she knows she has to find a motel as quickly as possible: she has to sleep or they'll crash into a tree.
"I can make it not turn back," he says quietly, and, well.
"What are you, Jesse?"
"They say I'm the Antichrist," he says solemnly, eyes focused on her face. God, it's like the moment Mark came out, Gwen think: he too had the same facial expression of 'hurt me and discover the color of your entrails'.
"You met the Winchesters, right?" she asks, trying so hard to keep her voice neutral. "Sam told me about you."
"Sam is nice." He smiles, wistfully. Gwen wonders if it was the Sam she met, or some other one, 'cause Sam Winchester is the last person in the world she'd call 'nice'.
*
They settle for the night in a small motel. Gwen is a little apperhensive: she doesn't know what Antichrists dream about.
She knows she has to make one phone call. She'd really prefer not to make it, but she's a hunter first. The duty matters more than feelings of embarrassment.
"Dean Winchester listening." His voice is gruff, maybe from lack of sleep, maybe from shouting.
"Hi, Dean. It's Gwen." It's strange, talking to him. Gwen doesn't like it, can't explain it, and it makes her angry and hurtful. "Do you know a boy named Jesse? He says he knows you."
"Oh. Yes, we met him. Did he try to turn you into a toy yet?"
"No, why would he? Anyway, he's with me." What do I do with him? is the question she can't ask, and Dean isn't the kind of person who hears things like that, at least not to her. "Do you know any safe place Samuel doesn't know about?"
"Yes," Dean asnwers immediately, then falls silent for a bit, as if he didn't want to blurt it out at all.
*
They settle in a little town, and Jesse starts going to school - legally, that is. Where he kept the papers she doesn't know, but reckons she won't like the answer.
The antichrist makes friends at the school, which Gwen doesn't find surprising: he's a sweet child.
*
Strange things always happen around hunters. Or, the hunters are the only ones that notcie those little accidents.
There's a ghost in Jesse's new school.
*
"Who's there?" It's familiar: Gwen knows she's not alone in the school.
"Hi, Gwen," Jesse mutters, coming out from the door to the History class. Another kid follows him, dark-haired, freckled and distinctly guilty-looking.
"This is Ben Braeden. We took care of that ghost. Ben knows Dean."
*
"Ben, I can't believe you sneaked out of the house at night!" a beautiful dark-haired woman shouts at the boy, clutching the hem of her white nightdress. She's very obviously his mother: he has her eyes (and Dean Winchester's nose).
"They thought they can hunt," Gwen says. "The ghost wasn't even real."
"What? How?" Jesse looks hurt, and Ben looks disappointed.
"You thought it up," Gwen explains. Lisa Braeden frowns at the boys. "I'm Gwen Campbell, wish we'd meet under different circumstances."
They shake hands.
"Boys, say your goodbyes, it's late."
*
They meet againg, Gwen and Lisa Braeden. They talk in little diners, about being a mother, a hunter, a teacher.
They spend Christmas together, with Ben and Jesse playing video games upstairs.
Their first kiss is in spring. When the boys find out about them, Jesse nods approvingly and says something about love being the greatest power in the world. Ben is oddly impressed by that.
*
A year later, Sam Winchester, a very different Sam from the one Gwen knew, says, with a blindingly white smile: "So you stole Dean's girlfriend. Admirable, Gwen."
"Oh, shut up," Gwen, Lisa and Dean grumble together, and the whole room drowns in a bout of laughter.