Restless Heart Syndrome Ch 37/?
Fic title: Restless Heart Syndrome
Genre: SPN Het
Pairing: Sam/ OFC, Dean/OFC (Lexi, played by Eliza Dushku)
Rating: M
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: New town, new school for Sam. It's his fifth high school in three years but John promises it's going to be Sam' s last one. Dean and Sam settle into their new routine and enjoy being normal. A few months after school starts Sam meets Lexi. He could tell she was trouble the moment he laid eyes on her but it's the kind of trouble he's always wanted. Dean feels the same way about the new waitress at the diner.
*This is a prequel to Under Your Skin and Wayward Son.*
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Chapter 37: Bad Moon Rising
*Disclaimer: Any recognizable characters belong to kripke. It's his sandbox, I'm just playing with his characters.* This is a prequel to Under Your Skin and Wayward Son.
“I see the bad moon arising. I see trouble on the way. I see earthquakes and lightnin'. I see those bad times today.”
Dean takes in the scene before him, eyes darting between the Black Dog, his father and the injured girl. It feels like he’s stepped into someone else’s nightmare even though he knows that isn’t the case. But he’s out of this life damn it, he meant it when he said he was out. This isn’t supposed to be happening, he just left a winter formal for fuck’s sake.
“The demon’s here, Dean.” John states matter of fact pulling Dean out of his thoughts.
At first John’s statement doesn’t completely register. Dean blinks at his father as his words begin to sink in. He licks his lips then replies, “The demon’s here. Dad, why’s the demon here?”
“I dunno, son. Maybe it has something to do with you, maybe it came here for your girl or maybe it’s here for another reason.”
“Lexi…”
John takes a good look at his eldest son finally taking notice of the suit and tie he’s sporting. It’s a good look on the kid. He can’t help but think if Mary was here how she would fuss over Dean fixing his tie and telling him how handsome he looked. John shakes the thought from his head before asking Dean why he’s all dressed up.
Dean runs a hand self-consciously over his over his dress shirt and tie saying sheepishly, “I was at Lexi’s sorority’s formal…”
“Lexi’s here?”
“Yeah I left her in the car when I heard the screaming.”
“Dean does she know what you do?” John snaps.
“You mean what I did. Yeah, Lex, knows I was a hunter and what I was hunting.”
“Really, you told Lexi the truth, the truth about you? I mean, does she know the things you’ve done, the things you killed?”
“Not all of it. I did some editing.” Dean answers while shifting from foot to foot. “She doesn’t need to know everything.”
“Fine Dean play house with Lexi but mark my words son, some day you’re gonna have to face up to who you really are. When that day comes you’re gonna have to make a choice. Or who knows that choice might be made for you.”
*~*~*
Azazel looks at the handful of demons he brought with him to New Orleans with a raised eyebrow. The mission was supposed to be simple, locate his daughter and bring her back with them. Now, he’s being told that the mission has become complicated. Azazel crosses his arms and listens how there are now hunters converging on New Orleans. One of them being John Winchester. John Winchester has been a thorn in his side ever since that night in Lawrence. Sure he could squash the hunter like a bug but it never seemed to be worth his effort. Especially now that John is searching for the Colt. “Does he have the Colt in his possession?” Azazel questions the room at large.
“No, Sir.”
“Then don’t engage him. Let him find the Colt then I’ll deal with John Winchester.” He says dismissing the subject with a wave of his hand. “Tell me about these other complications.”
Azazel listens intently while his demons inform him that they are unable to locate his daughter due to her being cloaked by a powerful witch. They go on to tell him that they have tried the strongest locating spell and the closest they can pinpoint her is to the city of New Orleans. “Do a blood to blood spell then.” Azazel commands.
“That will not work Sir. We would need a human blood relation and you killed them all years ago.”
“I didn’t kill her Uncle.”
A handsome demon with dark hair steps out of the corner stating simply, “I killed the girl’s Uncle, Father. There’s no one left.”
Azazel regards his son Ares coolly before saying, “We cannot wait three years for your sister’s powers to develop. We need her with us now. She has to be trained. We need her ready once the plan is in motion.”
“We might have to Father.” Ares replies hoping that his father cannot see that it is him that is really cloaking the girl. He’s not cloaking her for any sort of familial bond, he’s cloaking her simply because he does not want his father’s grand scheme to work. No, Ares enjoys life on Earth too much to see his father and Lucifer lay it to waste. “Come, Father, we will not find her tonight but I promise you we will find her.”
Ares follows his father outside reassuring him that they will put every witch on finding the girl. Although, Ares is not about to let that happen. He’s been hiding the girl from Azazel since she was six months old. He is not going to drop the cloaking spell now nor is he going to let their father get his hands on her. In three years it will not matter. The spell Ares cast will be broken the moment she comes into her powers. He just hopes that she has sense enough to tell their father to go to hell. Ares thinks the probability of that is high given that fact that she is shacked up with John Winchester’s oldest son. Oh if his father only knew how close his daughter is. He bites down on his lip as a laugh threatens to escape but quickly covers.
Ares nods in agreement to whatever Azazel has just said then states, “Father we should split our efforts. You should search for the Colt and I’ll make sure we find my sister before she comes into her powers.”
*~*~*
Lexi can tell the moment that Dean gets in the car that something terrible has occurred. She watches him carefully taking note of the set of his shoulders, clenched jaw and his hands flexing on the steering wheel. Before she can ask what’s going on Dean starts the car and takes off towards their apartment. After he blows through a second red light and nearly clips another car does she demand him to slow down. Dean looks at her then back to the road. He doesn’t reply but he lets off the gas and relaxes his death grip on the steering wheel. He exhales flicking his eyes to her then says, “Sorry.”
“What’s going on?”
“We need to go grab some things from the apartment and get out of the city.”
“Why?”
“Lex, please don’t fight me on this. I swear once we’re out of New Orleans I’ll tell you everything but right now I need you to trust me.” Dean whispers while resting his hand on her knee. “We need to leave now no questions asked. Can you do that baby? ”
Lexi doesn’t like this one bit but she knows that Dean would never deliberately put her in danger so she nods and says, “Yeah…”
Dean doesn’t say much when they get to their apartment. The only words out of his mouth are to tell Lexi to stay behind him while he makes sure it’s all clear. Once he’s positive that there’s no one or nothing in the apartment he motions for Lexi to grab her stuff.
Dean heads straight for the bedroom closet grabbing his army duffel. It’s prepacked in case of an emergency and filled with ammo and weapons. He then grabs another duffel and a cigar box from the top shelf in the closet. Lexi raises an eyebrow when she sees the cigar box is full of cash but doesn’t say a word. Dean shoves the cash in the duffel and begins to fill it with clothes.
“Dean what’s going on?” Lexi questions as she finishes packing her bag.
“I told you. I’ll explain when we’re outta here.”
“But what about Jackie? I need to call her.”
Dean grabs both of his bags throwing the lighter one over his shoulder before responding. “Jackie’s fine. She’s in California. You can call her later and tell her to stay put. You ready? We gotta go.”
Lexi bites down on her bottom lip and nods. She grabs her bag following Dean out of the apartment. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t worried because she is. She’s never seen this side of Dean before. He’s like a high tension wire ready to snap and him barking orders is only making her worry even more.
They make their way to the car in silence, once inside Dean doesn’t say a word. The only sound is the purr of the Impala’s engine and the hum of the radio. Lexi really wants to ask him what the hell is going on but decides not to push the issue, instead, she turns the radio up and stares out the passenger window.
Dean heads down Royal to St. Louis in hopes to avoid the tourist crowd. Everything is fine up until he hits Basin St. The car radio suddenly becomes staticky, the light going on and off. Dean glances at the radio, taps on the face then turns it off. He doesn’t think anything of it at first but then he looks at his watch. His watch has stopped. “Fuck.” Dean mutters and grips the wheel tighter.
“Dean what’s going wrong?”
“It’s okay, Lex. I got this.” He says while flooring the Impala. Dean can see the I-10 ramp up ahead. All he has to do is make it across that ramp and they’re home free.
As promised the moment they are out of city limits Dean finally explains what’s happened. Lexi stares at him with wide eyes before saying, “The thing that killed your mom is in New Orleans? And your dad’s in New Orleans too?”
“Yeah.”
“Ok, so that girl was screaming cuz a black dog attacked her. I take it you don’t mean like a black lab but some kinda demonic pitt bull.”
“Right. I told you my life’s a horror show.”
“I know I just never really grasped…wow. So tell me again why your dad told you to leave.”
“Cuz he thinks the demon was there for me. We just gotta lay low for a bit and we’ll go back. We’re gonna head over to Stanford, make sure Sammy’s a-o-kay.”
After an hour of driving Dean pulls in the first gas station he sees to fill up the Impala. He tells Lexi to call Jackie while he makes his own call to Sam. Sam picks up on the third ring but Dean knows right away something is off by the fact that his little brother is whispering. “Whatta mean you’re not at Stanford? Where the hell are you Sammy?” Dean demands sounding very much like their father.
Sam sighs then says simply, “At a friends for Thanksgiving.”
“OH! A friend, uh? It’s a girl isn’t it? Is that why you broke it off with Jackie?”
“It’s none of your business Dean. I AM NOT HAVING THIS CONVERSATION WITH YOU!”” Sam snaps.
“It totally is my business! The demon’s in New Orleans.” Dean replies harshly.
Sam goes quiet on the other end. At first he’s not sure he heard his older brother correctly or more accurately, Sam wished he misunderstood what Dean had just said. He takes a deep breath then finally asks, “What? Why?”
“I dunno that’s why I’m heading to Stanford. Ya know make sure you’re safe.”
“Shit. OK, there’s a spare key to my apartment taped under one of the chairs on the patio. I’ll meet you there I just gotta come up with an excuse to leave.”
Dean hangs up then turns to find Lexi looking at him with a raised eyebrow. He ducks his head out of embarrassment while mumbling about going inside to get a coffee. He comes back out to find Lexi already in the passenger seat much to his relief. Dean gets in the car handing Lexi a cup of coffee and a bag of gummi bears. She takes them with smile before asking, “So are we gonna stop or are you planning to drive straight through?”
“My plan was to drive straight through unless you wanna stop.”
“We should stop. Then we can get out of these clothes and at least sleep in a bed for a few hours.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.” Dean glances at Lexi before pulling back on to the highway. He sighs stating, “You’re taking this all really well.”
“Would you rather me freak out?”
“Maybe a little.” Dean replies with a grin.
Lexi shakes her head returning his smile before turning serious. “If you say we’re in danger and we need to leave than I believe you. I trust you Dean.”
Genre: SPN Het
Pairing: Sam/ OFC, Dean/OFC (Lexi, played by Eliza Dushku)
Rating: M
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: New town, new school for Sam. It's his fifth high school in three years but John promises it's going to be Sam' s last one. Dean and Sam settle into their new routine and enjoy being normal. A few months after school starts Sam meets Lexi. He could tell she was trouble the moment he laid eyes on her but it's the kind of trouble he's always wanted. Dean feels the same way about the new waitress at the diner.
*This is a prequel to Under Your Skin and Wayward Son.*
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36
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Chapter 37: Bad Moon Rising
*Disclaimer: Any recognizable characters belong to kripke. It's his sandbox, I'm just playing with his characters.* This is a prequel to Under Your Skin and Wayward Son.
“I see the bad moon arising. I see trouble on the way. I see earthquakes and lightnin'. I see those bad times today.”
Dean takes in the scene before him, eyes darting between the Black Dog, his father and the injured girl. It feels like he’s stepped into someone else’s nightmare even though he knows that isn’t the case. But he’s out of this life damn it, he meant it when he said he was out. This isn’t supposed to be happening, he just left a winter formal for fuck’s sake.
“The demon’s here, Dean.” John states matter of fact pulling Dean out of his thoughts.
At first John’s statement doesn’t completely register. Dean blinks at his father as his words begin to sink in. He licks his lips then replies, “The demon’s here. Dad, why’s the demon here?”
“I dunno, son. Maybe it has something to do with you, maybe it came here for your girl or maybe it’s here for another reason.”
“Lexi…”
John takes a good look at his eldest son finally taking notice of the suit and tie he’s sporting. It’s a good look on the kid. He can’t help but think if Mary was here how she would fuss over Dean fixing his tie and telling him how handsome he looked. John shakes the thought from his head before asking Dean why he’s all dressed up.
Dean runs a hand self-consciously over his over his dress shirt and tie saying sheepishly, “I was at Lexi’s sorority’s formal…”
“Lexi’s here?”
“Yeah I left her in the car when I heard the screaming.”
“Dean does she know what you do?” John snaps.
“You mean what I did. Yeah, Lex, knows I was a hunter and what I was hunting.”
“Really, you told Lexi the truth, the truth about you? I mean, does she know the things you’ve done, the things you killed?”
“Not all of it. I did some editing.” Dean answers while shifting from foot to foot. “She doesn’t need to know everything.”
“Fine Dean play house with Lexi but mark my words son, some day you’re gonna have to face up to who you really are. When that day comes you’re gonna have to make a choice. Or who knows that choice might be made for you.”
*~*~*
Azazel looks at the handful of demons he brought with him to New Orleans with a raised eyebrow. The mission was supposed to be simple, locate his daughter and bring her back with them. Now, he’s being told that the mission has become complicated. Azazel crosses his arms and listens how there are now hunters converging on New Orleans. One of them being John Winchester. John Winchester has been a thorn in his side ever since that night in Lawrence. Sure he could squash the hunter like a bug but it never seemed to be worth his effort. Especially now that John is searching for the Colt. “Does he have the Colt in his possession?” Azazel questions the room at large.
“No, Sir.”
“Then don’t engage him. Let him find the Colt then I’ll deal with John Winchester.” He says dismissing the subject with a wave of his hand. “Tell me about these other complications.”
Azazel listens intently while his demons inform him that they are unable to locate his daughter due to her being cloaked by a powerful witch. They go on to tell him that they have tried the strongest locating spell and the closest they can pinpoint her is to the city of New Orleans. “Do a blood to blood spell then.” Azazel commands.
“That will not work Sir. We would need a human blood relation and you killed them all years ago.”
“I didn’t kill her Uncle.”
A handsome demon with dark hair steps out of the corner stating simply, “I killed the girl’s Uncle, Father. There’s no one left.”
Azazel regards his son Ares coolly before saying, “We cannot wait three years for your sister’s powers to develop. We need her with us now. She has to be trained. We need her ready once the plan is in motion.”
“We might have to Father.” Ares replies hoping that his father cannot see that it is him that is really cloaking the girl. He’s not cloaking her for any sort of familial bond, he’s cloaking her simply because he does not want his father’s grand scheme to work. No, Ares enjoys life on Earth too much to see his father and Lucifer lay it to waste. “Come, Father, we will not find her tonight but I promise you we will find her.”
Ares follows his father outside reassuring him that they will put every witch on finding the girl. Although, Ares is not about to let that happen. He’s been hiding the girl from Azazel since she was six months old. He is not going to drop the cloaking spell now nor is he going to let their father get his hands on her. In three years it will not matter. The spell Ares cast will be broken the moment she comes into her powers. He just hopes that she has sense enough to tell their father to go to hell. Ares thinks the probability of that is high given that fact that she is shacked up with John Winchester’s oldest son. Oh if his father only knew how close his daughter is. He bites down on his lip as a laugh threatens to escape but quickly covers.
Ares nods in agreement to whatever Azazel has just said then states, “Father we should split our efforts. You should search for the Colt and I’ll make sure we find my sister before she comes into her powers.”
*~*~*
Lexi can tell the moment that Dean gets in the car that something terrible has occurred. She watches him carefully taking note of the set of his shoulders, clenched jaw and his hands flexing on the steering wheel. Before she can ask what’s going on Dean starts the car and takes off towards their apartment. After he blows through a second red light and nearly clips another car does she demand him to slow down. Dean looks at her then back to the road. He doesn’t reply but he lets off the gas and relaxes his death grip on the steering wheel. He exhales flicking his eyes to her then says, “Sorry.”
“What’s going on?”
“We need to go grab some things from the apartment and get out of the city.”
“Why?”
“Lex, please don’t fight me on this. I swear once we’re out of New Orleans I’ll tell you everything but right now I need you to trust me.” Dean whispers while resting his hand on her knee. “We need to leave now no questions asked. Can you do that baby? ”
Lexi doesn’t like this one bit but she knows that Dean would never deliberately put her in danger so she nods and says, “Yeah…”
Dean doesn’t say much when they get to their apartment. The only words out of his mouth are to tell Lexi to stay behind him while he makes sure it’s all clear. Once he’s positive that there’s no one or nothing in the apartment he motions for Lexi to grab her stuff.
Dean heads straight for the bedroom closet grabbing his army duffel. It’s prepacked in case of an emergency and filled with ammo and weapons. He then grabs another duffel and a cigar box from the top shelf in the closet. Lexi raises an eyebrow when she sees the cigar box is full of cash but doesn’t say a word. Dean shoves the cash in the duffel and begins to fill it with clothes.
“Dean what’s going on?” Lexi questions as she finishes packing her bag.
“I told you. I’ll explain when we’re outta here.”
“But what about Jackie? I need to call her.”
Dean grabs both of his bags throwing the lighter one over his shoulder before responding. “Jackie’s fine. She’s in California. You can call her later and tell her to stay put. You ready? We gotta go.”
Lexi bites down on her bottom lip and nods. She grabs her bag following Dean out of the apartment. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t worried because she is. She’s never seen this side of Dean before. He’s like a high tension wire ready to snap and him barking orders is only making her worry even more.
They make their way to the car in silence, once inside Dean doesn’t say a word. The only sound is the purr of the Impala’s engine and the hum of the radio. Lexi really wants to ask him what the hell is going on but decides not to push the issue, instead, she turns the radio up and stares out the passenger window.
Dean heads down Royal to St. Louis in hopes to avoid the tourist crowd. Everything is fine up until he hits Basin St. The car radio suddenly becomes staticky, the light going on and off. Dean glances at the radio, taps on the face then turns it off. He doesn’t think anything of it at first but then he looks at his watch. His watch has stopped. “Fuck.” Dean mutters and grips the wheel tighter.
“Dean what’s going wrong?”
“It’s okay, Lex. I got this.” He says while flooring the Impala. Dean can see the I-10 ramp up ahead. All he has to do is make it across that ramp and they’re home free.
As promised the moment they are out of city limits Dean finally explains what’s happened. Lexi stares at him with wide eyes before saying, “The thing that killed your mom is in New Orleans? And your dad’s in New Orleans too?”
“Yeah.”
“Ok, so that girl was screaming cuz a black dog attacked her. I take it you don’t mean like a black lab but some kinda demonic pitt bull.”
“Right. I told you my life’s a horror show.”
“I know I just never really grasped…wow. So tell me again why your dad told you to leave.”
“Cuz he thinks the demon was there for me. We just gotta lay low for a bit and we’ll go back. We’re gonna head over to Stanford, make sure Sammy’s a-o-kay.”
After an hour of driving Dean pulls in the first gas station he sees to fill up the Impala. He tells Lexi to call Jackie while he makes his own call to Sam. Sam picks up on the third ring but Dean knows right away something is off by the fact that his little brother is whispering. “Whatta mean you’re not at Stanford? Where the hell are you Sammy?” Dean demands sounding very much like their father.
Sam sighs then says simply, “At a friends for Thanksgiving.”
“OH! A friend, uh? It’s a girl isn’t it? Is that why you broke it off with Jackie?”
“It’s none of your business Dean. I AM NOT HAVING THIS CONVERSATION WITH YOU!”” Sam snaps.
“It totally is my business! The demon’s in New Orleans.” Dean replies harshly.
Sam goes quiet on the other end. At first he’s not sure he heard his older brother correctly or more accurately, Sam wished he misunderstood what Dean had just said. He takes a deep breath then finally asks, “What? Why?”
“I dunno that’s why I’m heading to Stanford. Ya know make sure you’re safe.”
“Shit. OK, there’s a spare key to my apartment taped under one of the chairs on the patio. I’ll meet you there I just gotta come up with an excuse to leave.”
Dean hangs up then turns to find Lexi looking at him with a raised eyebrow. He ducks his head out of embarrassment while mumbling about going inside to get a coffee. He comes back out to find Lexi already in the passenger seat much to his relief. Dean gets in the car handing Lexi a cup of coffee and a bag of gummi bears. She takes them with smile before asking, “So are we gonna stop or are you planning to drive straight through?”
“My plan was to drive straight through unless you wanna stop.”
“We should stop. Then we can get out of these clothes and at least sleep in a bed for a few hours.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.” Dean glances at Lexi before pulling back on to the highway. He sighs stating, “You’re taking this all really well.”
“Would you rather me freak out?”
“Maybe a little.” Dean replies with a grin.
Lexi shakes her head returning his smile before turning serious. “If you say we’re in danger and we need to leave than I believe you. I trust you Dean.”