Title: Ice cold
Description: first fanfic
Vallana - February 3, 2007 02:52 PM (GMT)
Hiya everyone :wave I just want to say I have been blow away by all the amazing talent on this board. I wish I could even come close to writing as some you guys. I am pretty new to the boards but I have been reading every fan fic I can get my hands on. *Looks down and shyly pushes her fingers together* I thought I should try my own little fic and give it a wirl. I have never written anything before but I have always wanted to write something. I have never gotten the nerve to actually type anything down. So please let me know what you think of it or any suggestions on how to improve :D
The hazy sun was just touching down on the horizon as the black Impala came to a tired shuddering stop in front of the Roadhouse. With a weary sigh, Dean turned off the engine and gave the dash a loving pat. “Sorry girl, you sound as tired as I feel”. Raking a hand through his short spiky hair, Dean glanced over at his little brother in concern.
Sam was passed out against the window, but the black circles under his eyes were a glaring sign of his constant battles with his nightmares over the last few weeks. Of course this last hunt of theirs didn’t help much in the sleeping department.
As that thought crossed his mind, a flash of fear touched Dean’s face as the memory of the Banshee resurfaced and how close it came killing Sam.
Shaking his head to rid himself of the memory, he glanced again to his shaggy haired brother. Nothing is going to hurt him as long as I am around thought Dean but now I have to wake him up from some much needed rest. Rubbing his hand over his face, he tried to settle his thoughts, time to put on his game face and be strong for Sam.
With a cheeky smile, Dean leaned over and punched Sam in the arm. “Wakey, wakey sleeping beauty. If you keep it up, I think you might wash that window with your drool” Groaning, the younger brother slowly blinked his eyes at Dean trying to focus on what he was saying. “Huh?” Rolling his eyes, Dean pointed to the drool on the window. “If you keep that up, I’m going to have you pay to get my baby detailed, I won’t tolerate drool stains on her beautiful interior.”
Finally coming totally awake, Sam glanced to the window and noticed the marks. “Dude, why didn’t you wake me up if I was… well” waved his hand at the window “drooling like an idiot.”
Laughing, Dean got out of the car, “Sorry Sammy, it was just too darn cute and well, I just had to get a photo of it. You never know when that might come in handy” With a glare in Dean’s direction Sam stepped out of the Impala, “It’s Sam”. Dean simply snorted at Sam and headed to the door of the Roadhouse. “Ahh nothing nicer than thoughts of a nice cool refreshing beer, huh Sam?”
Still annoyed at his brother, Sam only shrugged his shoulders at Dean as they walked into the dimly lit room. As their eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, the brothers could see that the Roadhouse had a pretty good crowd this early in the evening. Rubbing his hands together Dean scanned the semi populated room. “Hmm, I wonder if I might be able to you know, find someone to share a nice conversation with.”
“Honestly dude, don’t you ever think with your upstairs’ brain?” With a slight huff, Sam left Dean standing there with baffled expression on his face. Walking up to Sam at the bar, Dean groaned as he slowly lowered himself into the chair. At his brother’s sounds of discomfort, guilt and shame course through him. God, how can he be so insensitive when Dean literally placed his life on the line to save his worthless butt. He can never seem to do anything right, constantly having to have Dean save him from one mishap to another.
“Look Dean, I’m sorry. I guess I’m just a little bit tired and kind of snappy.”
Dean raised an eyebrow “a little bit tired? Sam, you haven’t gotten a full night’s rest in what? Three weeks maybe? You have to let me know what is going on in that freaky little head of yours”. Dean tried to conceal the concern in his voice but it was evident in his eyes as he gazed at his little brother.
Sam gave a tired sigh and ran his hand through his long dark hair. “Dean, I’m fine. The last few hunts and well you being, oh I don’t know… a wanted man has gotten me a little stressed out. That’s all, I swear.”
Dean gave Sam a hard stare “Dude, you know you suck at lying right?”
“Give it a rest Dean”
“I won’t, not until you tell me the truth”
Both boys glanced up in shock as two bottles of beer were placed in front of them with enough force that they could feel the vibration through the wooden bar. The scowl that awaited them on the face of Ellen caused them to subconsciously lean back in their chairs in hopes of creating a safer distance between them.
Quickly the look of shock was replaced by a cheeky grin as Dean tried to think of what could have caused Ellen to descend upon them like a cat that just found out it was going to get a bath. “Ellen, how are you…”
“Cut the crap Dean, what the hell have you two boys been up too, to get into this deep of trouble?”
Dean’s smile wilted as he took in the arm crossed scowling bartender whose stare would have flayed him alive if she could. “Uh, trouble?” He glanced over at his dumbstruck brother and knew he wasn’t going to get any help from him any time soon.
“Yes, trouble. Does the name Vicky West mean anything to you?” Ellen’s voice trembled with barely controlled rage as she continued to stare both brothers down.
“Ahh, if she is hot, than sure thing…but if not then I will pass” smiled Dean in hopes of lightening up the situation. He grimaced instancely as he realized that was exactly the wrong thing to say as his brother kicked him under the bar while he watched Ellen’s eyes narrowed with rage.
Swallowing nervously, Sam cautiously leaned forward. “Who is this Vicky West, and why has this upset you so much?”
With a small sigh of utter frustration, Ellen turned around and grabbed a small copy of a picture. Frowning down at the copy, Ellen took in a deep breath to steady her nerves. It seemed the boys really didn’t have a clue as to how serious the situation was. It won’t do them any good if she continued to bite their heads off for no reason. Looking back at the two Winchesters, she placed the piece of paper in front of them. She tapped a finger on the photo, “This is Vicky West, one of the best bounty hunters that are out there. Her record is untouchable, every job that she has accepted, she has completed regardless of the outcome, meaning bringing in her mark dead or alive”
Both boys leaned over to get a better look at the photo. It showed a young attractive woman in her twenties leaning up against a royal blue colored sport motorcycle. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a tight French braid and she held a matching blue helmet that was resting comfortable on her thigh. Letting out a whistle, Dean glanced back up to Ellen. “Dude she is hot, I wouldn’t mind her hand cuffing me for a night.”
Sam quickly backhanded Dean upside the head. “Dean this is serious”. Looking back at Ellen, Sam could see she was just about to implode again on Dean. “Ellen, why are you showing her to us? And why would we know her?” Sam prayed his questions would derail the incoming tongue lashing that he knew Dean totally deserved but from the look on Ellen’s face, didn’t have time for.
Ellen opened her mouth to tear Dean a new one but looking into Sam’s concerned filled hazel eyes, she knew the boys were sitting ducks. “Simple, due to your brother being wanted by the FBI and god knows who else, Vicky has decided to pick up the job.”
The brothers shared a glance that spoke volumes and confirmed Ellen’s worst fears. “Oh, god Dean… what the hell did you do to get on the FBI’s most wanted list?”
Finally realizing how serious the situation was, Dean scooted up closer to the bar. He looked down at his hands for a few moments before glancing over to his concerned brother then back to Ellen. He gave a half smile at Ellen. “Well, it’s kind of a long story.”
Ellen turned around and yelled “Billy, do you mind watching the bar for the next 10 minutes?”
Sam raised his brows at Ellen “Billy?”
Ellen smiled sadly at him. “Well now that Jo has decided to show the world that she can hunt, I kind of needed the extra help” She looked back over at Dean and nodded to the far corner where an empty table sat with three chairs. “Lead the way, I have plenty of time to hear this long story of yours.”
With a sigh, Dean slowly got out of the chair, masking the pain of his abused muscles that had stiffened up while sitting down. God, as if things weren’t bad enough, now he had some blond bombshell bounty hunter hunting him down. Wait what was he thinking, he had some hot girl chasing him. How cool can that be? With a soft grin he grabbed his beer and headed to the back table with Sam and Ellen in tow.
Twenty minutes later
“And that brings us to now I guess” Dean said as he ran his hand through his hair. Rehashing the past 8 months or so was kind of rough. It brought up so many different emotions that it was hard to keep his cool in front of Sam and Ellen. It was bad enough that he was framed for a murder he never committed, but having to remember walking in on watching himself almost killing Sam was infuriating. He was Sam’s protector and yet he had almost let him get killed by something wearing his face. His little brother could have died looking up at the one person who should have protected him. A shudder coursed through his body as his train of thoughts dragged him from that memory to the memory of the fight with the yellowed eye demon and to the fact that their father was dead.
Sam’s heart clenched in pain as he watched the array of emotions that flashed across his brother’s face. He knew that this was the closest that Dean has ever come to opening up about anything and it hurt him to see the fear and pain darting across his eyes. Glancing over at Ellen, he could see that she was just as affected by Dean’s internal conflict.
“Dean, honey. I know this wasn’t easy but I needed to know the truth.” Ellen placed her hand on Dean’s arm and gave a comforting squeeze. “Maybe if Vicky comes back through here, I can try and convince her that you’re innocent and to give you boys a break”
Sam snapped his head up in shock “Wait, if she comes back? You mean she has already been here?” He quickly scanned the room for any sign of the blond bounty hunter while Dean stared wide eyed at Ellen.
“Look you two, how else do you think I knew about her even hunting you guys or that fact that Dean here is the poster child of every police station’s break room?” She glared at the two young men sitting in front of her. “Vicky is highly capable. Hell, she has even helped out quite a few hunters when her jobs over lap into theirs”
Dean took a quick swig of beer. “So this chick knows about things that go bump in the night then and that Sam and I are hunters considering that she came here looking for any leads on us.” Son-of-a-bitch thought Dean, we are so screwed.
Ellen slowly nodded her head yes “I wish I could tell you boys some better news but Vicky is extremely thorough. Sam here might not be on the most wanted list, but she knows you two are traveling together so both of you pretty much have a giant target painted on your backs.”
“Great, just great!” Sam grumbled under his breath then glanced at Dean. “As if things aren’t bad enough, now we have some bounty hunter tailing us who has never lost her mark”. The panic that he has been trying to suppress, slowly bubbled back up from where he had tried to contain it over the past few months, ever since they narrowly escaped the cops back at the bank. What the hell were they going to do? As if there wasn’t enough things working against them, the demon, his so called destiny with the dark side, Dean being wanted by the FBI and now this girl who could possible take away the one stable thing in his life. With a clenched jaw, Sam quickly stood up from the table, swiping his beer before striding over to the jukebox to gather his thoughts. Ellen looked up in concern as Sam strode away angrily.
Dean gave a tired sigh. “Don’t worry about Sam. He has been pretty strung out lately. I don’t think he has gotten more than a couple hours of sleep each night.” Still looking concerned, Ellen turned back to Dean. “Is it the visions?”
“Naw, I don’t think so. He hasn’t been exactly forthcoming about what has been bothering him. I can only guess at best as to what has been keeping him up late”. Dean made a funny face as he took another sip of beer and realized it had gotten warm before he could finish it.
“Well I can bet you, some of it had to deal with you being wanted by the law. He is probably worried sick that you might be arrested or worse Dean” Ellen softly replied before slowly standing up.
Dean looked up at Ellen with a determined expression. “I am not planning on getting myself shot or thrown in jail anytime soon. Sammy needs me to protect him and I can’t exactly do that while sitting behind some bars.”
Grabbing Dean’s warm beer bottle, Ellen gave him a serious but comforting smile “I know you aren’t planning on anything happening, but the cards are stacked up against you two boys. Just promise me you will be more careful and watch your back?”
Flashing his classic cheeky smile, Dean stiffly got up from the table. “Hey you know me, I will just have to woe her with my good looks and charming ways” Ellen shook her head at the older Winchester, amazed at how quickly he could bounce back to his cocky ways in light of all that has happened. Wandering back to the bar she glanced over at Sam who was still slowly scrolling through the songs on the jukebox. He wore an angry but serious expression and she knew he probably wasn’t even seeing the songs that were flipping by his face. His whole body was practically radiating tension, from the top of his mop of dark hair down to his worn out shoes. His long lean frame looked like a bowstring ready to snap at the slightest tug.
Popping the cap off two more bottles of beer, she plopped one in front of the older brother sitting back at the bar before wandering over to the younger Winchester at the jukebox. Dean raised his bottle in thanks before taking a long drink and watched Ellen move towards his brooding brother.
San angrily punched the buttons to the jukebox, not even noticing the pages of songs flashing before his eyes. He dimly acknowledged the clacking sounds of the plastic pages flapping by at an amazing pace. “So what did that jukebox ever do to you, honey?” said a familiar voice that handed him a new cold beer. Looking up sheepishly, Sam gave a small smile at Ellen. “I am sorry, Ellen. I didn’t mean to take out my anger on the machine, it’s … just well” Sam looked around the room in utter defeat before resting his wide puppy dog hazel eyes back on Ellen. “I just don’t know how we are going to get out of this mess. I mean… “ He waved his hand in Dean’s direction. “How do you avoid everything that has decided to come after us, because you know Dean isn’t going to take this sitting down. He is going to want to continue hunting and as much as I hate to admit it, I do too. I just wish we could catch a break once in awhile” Sam sighed, as he leaned onto the jukebox and rested his head against the glass. Turning his head, he looked at Ellen through his mess of brown hair. The pain, fear and guilt that she found in his eyes about crushed her heart. She had to resist the urge to softly brush his wayward strands of hair out of his eyes and curb her motherly instincts that screamed at her to protect him and pull him into a hug. These poor boys have been through so much, but she would be damned if she would let anything happen to them under her watch.
“Sam, you know me, Ash and the Roadhouse will always be here for you two boys. Heck, you know Jo would be there in a flash if you two boys needed help. As much as it scares me to admit that” Ellen gave a tired laugh and leaned up again the other side of the jukebox. She stared out into the crowd of customers and other hunters before looking back over to Sam. “You just have to take each day as it comes, Sam. I can’t tell you that it will get easier, hell, I can probably tell you it will get worse if this so called war is about to rip open around us. But as long as we stick together, we can get through this” Ellen stared intently into Sam’s eyes. “We might not be blood related, but we are still family and we look out for our own.”
Sam smiled back at Ellen and this time the smile touched his eyes. “Thank you Ellen, that really means a lot.” He took a big breath and pushed himself away from the jukebox. Flashing Ellen a grin he nodded over at his brother who had found the one girl in the bar and seemed to working up to getting her digits. “Seems like nothing gets him off his game”
Ellen laughed at the antics of the older Winchester before becoming serious again. “Look, I know you two probably wanted to relax and unwind here for a little bit, but considering that Vicky wasn’t here that long ago....” she left the statement hanging in the air as she watched the humor slowly slip out of Sam’s face to be replaced fear and concern for his brother once more.
Sam looked at his brother who was oblivious to the serious conversation occurring between him and Ellen. He glanced back to Ellen, “Well, I guess we should probably hit the road and maybe lay low for a bit, heck maybe get a few states between us and here.”
Ellen nodded in agreement as they both walked back over to the bar and the flirting brother. “So maybe we can catch dinner sometime soon?” asked Dean pulling out his famous cheeky smile unaware that his brother was standing right behind him.
“Ah, Dean?” Frowning, Dean glanced over his shoulder at his taller brother.
“What? Can’t you see that I am busy here talking to umm” Dean quickly frowned as he scrambled to remember the buxom brunette’s name. “This lovely intelligent woman here?” He flashed another stunning smile at her before turning back to his annoying brother.
Sam gave the girl a weak smile before giving his brother the “we need to go look” and nodded towards the door. Sighing in annoyance, Dean turned back to the girl. “Look, I guess we’ll just have to continue this at another time? Mind if I grab your number to give you a call later?
The girl about dove into her purse to fish out a pen and began to write her number down on the bar napkin. There was no way she was going to let this drop dead gorgeous man leave without her number. Heck, his brother was pretty hot too. Maybe when he called she could drag a friend along for a double date. With a quiet sigh, she handed Dean her number and watched him and his brother walk out the door. Goodness, they were both nice to watch leaving too.
Outside the brothers quietly bickered while Dean fished out the keys to the Impala “Dude, why are you always crashing my game, huh man?”
“Look Dean, if Vicky was just here recently, we could easily be within her radar. We can’t risk running into her just because you wanted to get a little booty.”
Dean rolled his hazel green eyes at his brother before stepping off the porch. “You need to loosen up some there geek boy, maybe you wouldn’t be so stress out all time if you simply had some extracurricular activities.”
Sam glared at his brother in annoyance “Extracurricular activities? Dude, we do enough chasing around ghosts and other big bad creatures.”
Standing by the driver side of the impala, Dean turned and pointed at Sam, “See, that is exactly my point Sammy, you need to prioritize some of your activities”. Dean opened the door and slid into the Impala leaving Sam standing there with his mouth hanging open in shock. Dean leaned over to the passenger side of the car, “Are you going to stand there all day catching flies, Sammy?”
Fuming, Sam opened the car door, “It’s Sam” but his reply was drowned out by the blaring of Metallica coming from the speakers. Shooting a seething glare at his brother who conveniently ignored him, Sam focused his gaze out the window and watched the Roadhouse pull away and become another dot on the horizon.
Upon on a hill not to far from the Roadhouse, a young woman watched the Impala slowly fade from the view of her scope. She smiled softly to herself as she leaned back from her hiding spot. Way to easy, watching the two brothers walk out of the Roadhouse through her scope. If she wanted to, she could have taken the shot on the older brother but something held her back. The job was specific about Dean being brought in dead or alive and that he was extremely dangerous, but watching the two brothers interact made her hesitate on the trigger. Frowning, Vicky began to dismantle her rifle and place it back inside its special case. Plus there was something about that taller dark haired brother, which she just couldn’t place her finger on.
Chewing on her lower lip, Vicky stood up and walked down to her bike which was hidden from view and strapped down her rifle case. From a side pocket, Vicky pulled out the small notes that she had complied on the Winchester brothers. Shuffling through the facts of this Dean Winchester murdering innocent people, Vicky’s face became stone cold once more. This man won’t escape to commit another horrific crime. She won’t hesitate again. Narrowing her deep blue grey eyes in determination, Vicky placed her helmet firmly on her head before kick starting her bike.
With a twist of her hand, she gunned the royal blue bike down the road after the distant black Impala. Dean Winchester, consider yourself a marked man thought Vicky. Tonight will be your last night as a free man, dead or alive.
Wooo okay, there it is. My first chapter that I have ever written. Oh my did it take awhile but once I started, I didn't want to stop in fear I couldn't get rolling again. I hope you guys enjoyed it and please let me know if you want me to continue along with the story. I do have the whole story plot in my head, it just needs to get written. :D
candycane - February 3, 2007 03:02 PM (GMT)
Wooooh....liking it so far.
And wow, 1st fic eh?....well done!
i hope to read many more updates soon ;)
princess_x12 - February 3, 2007 03:18 PM (GMT)
That was great for a first fan-fic. Cant wait to read more! (oh...and I love how the Impala was the first character introduced in you story)
supernaturalfan - February 3, 2007 06:09 PM (GMT)
the first thing you have every written, wow that was fantasstic. Great job you clearly have writting talent, cant wait for more of the story the boys are in deep ..... Look forward to more.
Raven524 - February 3, 2007 06:14 PM (GMT)
Great Start and your first Fan Fic too!!!
Cant' wait to see were you go with this...poor Dean, hunted by a hot chick LOL How ill he survive?
xgetawayxcar09 - February 3, 2007 09:04 PM (GMT)
WOWZA, glad i caught this. its fantastic. great job for your first story!!!
update soon! *coughNOWcough*
whatyousee - February 3, 2007 10:05 PM (GMT)
oki i just caught up...and i LOVE IT!!! YOU GOTTA UPDATE AGAIN SOON!!!!!
PLEASE UPDATE!!! THIS IS AWESOME!!!
but will sammy fall victim to her? cause...um...that would be (GREAT) bad lol
kburch04 - February 3, 2007 11:35 PM (GMT)
Not bad for a first fic!! Not bad at all. :D
So she sees Dean and forgets about the "bad" thing's that "he's" done (lol) but who wouldn't forget everything once they looked at him?
And she sees something in Sam...wonder what that could be?
Well, I guess you better give us another update. :)
Dolly - February 4, 2007 03:11 AM (GMT)
Loved it! :D
Totally great! :hi5
Can't wait for the next chapter! :clap :clap
Vallana - February 4, 2007 07:03 AM (GMT)
Hey guys! Thank you all for the great encouragement. :D :D It is so exciting to actually place an idea down on paper and watch it become something real. I doubt my next updates will be anywhere close to as long as the first one. But I will try my best to keep the story rolling. Will be writing the next chapter tonight so it should be up sometime tomorrow. Will Vicky catch up do the boys? guess we shall all find out :evil
Vallana - February 4, 2007 09:35 AM (GMT)
Well, I couldn't really wait to post it, so here it the next update! Sorry it isn't as long as the first, but i thought a little is better than none I hope. ;)
Humming along to the beat of his overplayed Metallica tape, Dean watched the white lines of the blacktop flicker by over the miles. It wasn’t until the fourth hour of driving into the night that he realized he had no idea where the hell they were. Peering forward over his baby’s steering wheel, he spotted an upcoming sign saying, Cheyenne Wells 30 miles. Glancing at the clock, Dean noticed that it wasn’t really that late, but they should pull into the town around 9pm and find some place to crash for the night.
Dean watched his brooding brother out of the corner of his eye and gave another quiet sigh. His brother’s profile hadn’t changed all too much over the last few hours. Sam had continued to glare out the window into the pitch-black countryside. His baby brother seemed to be really pissed off about this whole bounty hunter gig. Groaning to himself, Dean leaned back further into his seat and focused back onto the road. It wasn’t like he planned on being wanted by the law. All he wanted to do was hunt down the demon that had torn his family apart little by little over the years and wipe him from the face of the earth. He couldn’t help the rise of anger at the thought of the demon that had taken away practically everyone he cared about. Unconsciously, Dean’s hands began to clench on the steering wheel in front of him, turning his knuckles white as anger consumed him. He vowed silently that the yellow-eyed hell spawn wouldn’t touch his baby brother, not as long as he had breath in his lungs. It would have to step over his dying body before that would happen. Glancing once more over to Sam with a silent promise in his eyes, Dean gunned the Impala down the road, heading closer to their next night’s sleep.
Sam was oblivious to the internal turmoil of his older brother. His own was enough to keep him gazing out the window into the dark moonless night. He couldn’t seem to stop the vicious cycle of thoughts and emotions that tumbled through his mind. Guilt racked him as he thought back to how much pain he had caused Dean, physically and mentally, over the years, including this most recent year. A few years ago, he had left his brother to pursue what he had considered to be a normal life. But he’d been horribly wrong, and it only ended up getting the woman he loved killed by the very thing that wanted his soul.
Tears pricked Sam’s eyes as he tried to bring his overpowering emotions in check. It was just all so hard to continue on, knowing that somewhere, at some point in the future, he might become the very thing he hated. Swallowing down the pain, Sam looked down at the rubber lining of the Impala’s window and absently traced its joint to the car door. Now, on top of all this pressure, Dean had some bounty hunter hunting him down and he was acting like it was no big deal. Anger began to resurface, pushing down his guilt. Narrowing his eyes, Sam once again stared out the dark window and noticed that they were pulling into a small, sleepy looking town.
Dean pulled up to the first motel he could see, which ended up being a motel 8. Throwing the Impala into park, Dean grinned over at Sam. “Well looks like we have finally arrived at our lovely estate.” Sam’s only response was a quick flicker of his eyes at Dean before getting out of the car to grab his stuff.
Concern filled Dean’s eyes as he watched Sam jerk his duffle bag from the trunk of the Impala before heading into the lobby to book them a room. “Damn, he really is still pissed at me,” mumbled Dean as he retrieved his own bag from the trunk before shutting it.
Five minutes later Sam reappeared and nodded to the far side of the building. “Our room is 166, all the way at the end.” Squinting down the way Sam was pointing, Dean picked up his bag and began to head to the room. “Soooo, do you think you could have picked a room any further away?” Dean asked while raising an eyebrow at his brother.
Sam rolled his eyes at Dean. “Look, it wasn’t like I had a choice. It was the last room with two double beds, unless you wanted us to share a king.”
“Oh hell no, it is bad enough people think we are a couple sometimes. The last thing I want to do is encourage them,” remarked Dean. As Dean readjusted his bag strap, he could see that Sam had a small smile finally gracing his lips at Dean’s last comment. Ah ha, he thought, finally he was getting through to his brooding brother.
Sam opened up the room and set his bag down on the edge of the far bed. He glanced around, his gaze taking in the different shades of yellows and browns gracing the walls and furniture. Well, they had stayed in worse rooms before and the smell of this one wasn’t as moldy as the last one, which was a miracle in itself. Sam began to sort out what he needed for his shower when he heard Dean clear his throat. Looking up at Dean, he noticed his older brother was looking at him with a question in his eyes. Preparing for the worst, Sam stopped all activity. “Yeah?”
Clearing his throat again, Dean broke eye contact with his baby brother. “I am going to step out really quick to grab something to eat. You hungry?” Dean subtly tensed, waiting for the explosive veto of him even leaving the room. To his surprise, Sam blinked back at him with quickly covered relief.
“Actually that sounds like a good idea. While you’re gone, I think I might try and dig up any dirt on this Vicky girl. The more we know about her, the more we can figure out how she works and beat her at her own game.” As Sam spoke, he began to pull out his laptop and plugged it in.
Dean laughed as he headed to the motel’s door. “I know I kept you around for a reason, Geek boy.”
Sam flashed Dean a small smile before turning on the computer. “Yeah well, someone has to keep your technologically inept ass out of trouble.”
Dean faked a look of hurt as he stepped out of the door. As the door swung shut, Dean’s voiced carried through, “Bitch.”
“Jerk,” replied Sam with a laugh as he sat down at the table and began to search for any information on the bounty hunter named Vicky West.
From around the corner, Vicky watched the older Winchester leave the motel room with a laugh and a smirk plastered across his handsome face. She still couldn’t believe how easy it was to actually follow the brothers. Heck, something about this whole job rubbed her the wrong way. She had repeatedly gone over all the information her contact had supplied her with, along with some facts she had picked up along the way. Things were just not adding up right and she had been in this business long enough to trust her instincts on this one. She knew these guys were hunters, which meant that they could be extremely dangerous even without the warning that came along with the contract. But her instincts were practically screaming at her that there was more to this gig than what she had been given.
Once again Vicky let Dean wander from her sights before she trained her blue-grey eyes back onto the doorway of room 166, where she knew the other brother had stayed behind. Sliding her .45 from her shoulder holster, Vicky approached the room with every intention of gathering the truth from the younger brother, even if she had to get a little rough with him.
A soft smile flittered across her face as she as recalled the younger brooding brother. If only her job allowed her to actually meet guys this good looking without some sort of criminal record, then she would have been on cloud nine. With a shake of her head, Vicky mentally kicked herself to get her mind back onto the job, her face once more becoming a smooth, emotionless mask.
Vicky was halfway across the parking lot when she grimaced in pain and had to support herself on a neighboring SUV. ‘Ugh, this is so not the time and place for this,’ thought Vicky as she rubbing her throbbing head. Vicky’s gaze became unfocused for only a few moments before she shook her head clear. After scanning the parking lot for any spectators during her lapse, Vicky quickly resumed her path towards the room containing the lone Winchester; even more determined than before to get to the truth.
I hope you all enjoyed this most recent update. I promise things will get more exciting for out troublesome boys after this update. Just had to set the scene a little bit more.
kburch04 - February 4, 2007 10:22 AM (GMT)
Damn girl, you're doing good!! Glad she's going with her instincts.
But what's up with the sudden thingy of pain? I thought she was gonna have a vision...but nope.
Really interested to see where you go with this! ;) The length is alright...as long as you make the next one longer...lol.
xgetawayxcar09 - February 4, 2007 03:34 PM (GMT)
yeah i totally thought she was going to have a vision too. i was like AHH PSYCHIC GIRL! lol.
so she thinks sammy's the hot one. Good taste in men eh? Lol, its all good, that means i get Dean XD
Dolly - February 4, 2007 04:47 PM (GMT)
I hope Viky listens to her instincts and see's Sam and Dean aren't bad. :D
Loved the update, you definetly have a gift for writing. :clap
Can't wait for the next update. :hi5
Vallana - February 5, 2007 02:00 AM (GMT)
Thank you all for the reviews! I have been contemplating the how to put down the next chapter and ooooo the fun that is in store :evil
Dolly: Aye Vicky needs to definitely follow her instincts, those boys are just to cute to harm..... well maybe just a tad
xgetawayxcar09: well since Dean is currently away, you can have him until the next chapter, then i will need him back :P
kburch04: ahh that is the question, did or didn't she have a vision. Only time will tell. Will try and make this next chapter a little longer for ya!
I have some downtime coming up so will see if i can at least get started on it. If all goes well I might be able to post something later tonight. After that, updates might be sporadic until i get my new work schedule figured out, but I promise to at least get some in during the week.
tehblaussinator - February 5, 2007 03:02 AM (GMT)
Alright, this is just a plain FABULOUS fanfic! You are TOTALLY doing an AWESOME job!!
You must update soon, or I will cry. And that will make people sad. Please do not make people sad. :D
I wait in breathless anticipation
Raven524 - February 5, 2007 05:19 AM (GMT)
<_< Come on Vicky...listen to that little voice. But she's going to talk to Sam...oh man, that doesn't sound good!
Hope you get a chance to update soon! :blink:
Supernaturalfreak07 - February 5, 2007 05:49 AM (GMT)
This is such a amazing story. I can't believe it is your 1st :o
I wonder if Vickey is a psychic too, that would explain why she feels a connection to Sam. I wonder why she is going to talk to Sam but not just killing Dean? :unsure: Whatever the reason, better than a dead Dean :P
Update Soon. Please?? :(
Vallana - February 5, 2007 11:04 AM (GMT)
Tada! Here is the next update. Hope you all enjoy :lol: :D
Within the motel room, Sam was typing away furiously in an attempt to gather any helpful information about this bounty hunter. So far all he had found was a list of criminals that she had brought in. There were a few names listed that caused him some concern, since they had no notation in regards to them being delivered into the hands of the law alive, just some vague note saying that those cases were officially closed within acceptable measures.
Sam nervously rubbed his face as he clicked on a little side link, which brought up a photo of the bounty hunter. Narrowing his eyes at the photo, Sam stared intently at the picture, burning the image of this new threat to him and his brother into his mind. She had her long blonde hair pulled back in a tight ponytail in this photo, but it showed a lot more of her face, which looked cold and hard. She was attractive, but the steel glint of her eyes would cause even the biggest player to walk away in fear. Sam smirked at the laptop screen as he realized Dean would probably still try and hit on her regardless, even if she was pointing a gun at his head.
With a sigh of frustration, Sam was about to close the search window when his eyes caught a link that didn’t seem to fit the rest of the searches. The title mentioned something about some corporate heiress losing her family in a fiery car crash. Sam quickly double clicked the link and brought up an article that was about 9 years old. His hazel eyes widened in surprise as he looked at an earlier photo of Vicky, standing with two people he assumed were her parents. 'Bingo,' thought Sam with a smile, as he began to skim the article.
Slowly his smile wilted from his face as he read about how her family had died in a crash right in front of her, leaving her helpless to stop the raging inferno that took their lives. It continued on to say how the whole situation left her catatonic for a week. Friends were quoted as saying that afterwards she would wake up from nightmares babbling hysterically about some man she saw in the fire. Sam felt his stomach clench in fear. This changed everything. Was Vicky like him? Was this man in the fire the yellow-eyed demon that continued to threaten his every waking hour and hound his dreams? Running a hand through his dark hair, Sam stood up and began to pace the room. This situation just kept going from bad to worse.
A firm knock on the door shattered Sam’s swirling thoughts and stopped him in his tracks. He glanced down at his watch and frowned. Dean hadn’t been gone long enough to be back already with some food and he saw Dean take his room key with him, so he knew Dean wouldn’t have knocked. Sam could feel his adrenaline kick in as he picked up his gun from the nightstand. Heart pounding, Sam walked over to the door with his gun and looked through the peephole. A bubble-like image of a Papa John’s hat and long black hair greeted his eye. “Who is it?” asked Sam as he continued trying to get a better look at the unknown caller. He or she didn’t look very tall at all, and the angle of the hat prevented him from getting a clear view of the person’s face.
A tired feminine voice replied, “Somebody ordered a pepperoni and sausage pizza?”
Trying to still his pounding heart with some deep breaths, Sam began to relax as he realized that it was just a confused pizza delivery girl. With a small smile and a shake of his head, he placed his gun in his waistband before turning to open the door.
“Look, I’m sorry but I think…” Sam’s words were cut off as the opening door was suddenly slammed into his face. Stumbling back in pain, he tried to blink the stars out of his vision. Before he could recover, a black-heeled boot snapped into his chest, sending him up and over Dean’s bed. Groaning in pain and trying to clear his addled brain, Sam began to push his tall frame off the ground. He came to an abrupt halt as he felt the pressure of cold metal against his head. Swallowing nervously, Sam flicked his gaze up into a pair of hard blue grey eyes shadowed by a Papa John’s baseball hat. Long dark hair framed the determined eyes but he knew her face. He had studied her photo long enough to recognize her anywhere. He was staring up at the one person he had hoped never to have the pleasure of meeting – Vicky West.
Vicky could see the recognition dance across the young man’s face as she held her gun to his shaggy dark head. “I assume you are Sam Winchester.” Vicky gave a smile that never reached her cold eyes as she slowly backed away from the younger brother, keeping her gun trained on his head. “I don’t think we have been formally introduced. My name is Vicky West, and you and I are going to have a little talk, but first I want you to throw your gun over to me on the floor.” She motioned with her free hand as she drew level with the bathroom door.
Cussing silently to himself, Sam reached down, pulled the gun from his waistband and slid it over to the waiting bounty hunter
“Good boy,” stated Vicky as she proceeded to kick his gun into the bathroom. “Now slowly stand up, then we’re going to go on a short walk.” Vicky stood back even further, allowing Sam to get up from in between the two queen beds. As she watched Sam slowly rise from the floor, her eyes caught what was on the laptop’s screen – the photo of her with her dead parents. Long buried memories and emotions flashed across her mind. Pain, fear, guilt and a sense of loneliness welled up from dark crevices within her.
Once again she could feel the heat of the flames licking against her face as she ran towards the fiery twisted wreckage that contained her parents. She had seen the whole accident occur as if it was in slow motion. She had been standing outside, waiting for her parents to pick her up for her birthday dinner when she saw a car swerve from the opposite direction straight into their car. The cops had said that the impact caused the gas tank to explode, but she knew better. She had seen the shadow that had been standing by the back of the car seconds before the car became a mini fireball. The screech of metal as the blast ripped through her parents’ car still haunted her in her dreams. But the worst part had been seeing that man standing within the flames holding a hand out to her, almost as if he was asking her to join him within that mini fiery hell that consumed the only family she had.
Vicky closed her eyes in pain of the memory, but she reopened them quickly to look once more into the smiling faces of her parents. Even now, years later, the void that was left after their deaths was still there, trying to suck her back in. With a shuddering intake of air, she ripped her gaze from the laptop and firmly set her eyes on the broad back of Sam Winchester as he turned towards the door. It took her a few deep quiet breaths to push back those haunting memories and feelings. But the damage was already done. The old internal wound was fresh once more. Seeing that picture on his laptop had taken her completely by surprise. Vicky noticed a notepad lying next to the laptop, and her lips thinned into a grimace as she glanced over the information written on the top page. It looked like this young man in front of her knew how to do his research, and he did it all too well for her liking. The page contained scribbled notes about her past. She was going to have to be extremely careful with this one. Not only did he know more than most, but also he was now armed with some very distracting information. Vicky schooled her face into a cold mask once more and tightened her grip on her .45 as she watched Sam move towards the door.
Sam was oblivious to the confusion and pain that was occurring behind him. If he had seen the emotions that had raced across Vicky’s face at the sight of the photo, he might have gotten a window of opportunity to talk to her. But Sam was trying to deal with his own set of emotions. Panic and fear were starting to set in as Sam wondered if Vicky had already gotten to Dean. Was he under arrest? Or… dead? ‘Oh God,’ he thought, ‘please don’t let him be dead’. He couldn’t even begin to fathom the idea of his older brother not being by his side. Sam took a deep breath and licked his lips nervously. He needed to keep his head together, for his sake and Dean’s, and as much as he dreaded the answer, he needed to ask the question. And the one person in this room that could answer his question was behind him holding a gun trained on his back, the muzzle in line with his heart. “Where’s my brother?” demanded Sam, as he tried to glance over his shoulder while moving towards the motel room door.
Vicky raised a delicate eyebrow at the tall, dark haired man. ‘Impressive,’ she mused silently, ‘he’s the one with a gun pointed at his head and yet he’s concerned about his brother. These two must be very close indeed.’
Sam saw the surprise dart through Vicky’s eyes as she replied, “Actually, I don’t know where your brother is at the moment. I watched him leave in his car not too long ago and thought I should make my move while you two were separated.”
Surprised and relieved, Sam began to turn back around towards Vicky “Wait…what?”
Vicky raised her gun a little higher on Sam’s chest, “Ah ah, don’t turn around. Let’s just keep moving and you walk slowly down to room 140; just try and act normal and you won’t get hurt.”
Frustrated and confused, Sam turned back around and moved down the walkway until he was standing in front of room 140. ‘This girl’s good,’ he thought to himself. She was keeping enough distance between them to prevent him from making a move against her. Plus, her gun never moved an inch out of alignment with his heart. Looking back at her face, he knew she wouldn’t hesitate to shoot if he made one false move. Her face was so expressionless it could have been carved out of marble. But he couldn’t help wondering why she was so surprised that he had asked about his brother earlier. And why had she come after him instead of following Dean to wherever he was going? So many questions were flying around in his head as he stood staring at the brown beaten up door. Sam cocked his head slightly at Vicky. “So, what now?” he asked softly, as he nodded at the room door.
“Simple, you open the door.” With a quick flick of her wrist, she sent the room key sailing toward him. Sam was barely able to respond fast enough to catch the key before it dropped to the ground. Vicky continued to give him nothing but her blank professional stare as he turned back to the door and inserted the key into the lock.
Sam’s mind was racing as he opened the door into the room. He had to get away and warn Dean, but how was he going to accomplish this? He quickly scanned the room as he stepped inside, taking in the solo chair in the middle of the room. He also spotted some rope coiled on the bed as he sensed Vicky step into the room behind him. Glancing back at Vicky, he watched her kick the door shut behind them. The door slammed with an ominous bang.
Flicking the tip of her gun ever so slightly in the direction of the chair, Vicky nodded to Sam. “Make yourself comfortable.”
Trying to desperately quell the fear that was brewing inside him, Sam glanced back to the chair. If he didn’t make his move now, he probably wouldn’t get another chance if she got him tied to the chair. Sam took a half step towards the chair before exploding into action.
Vicky had been waiting for the tall handsome man to make a move since they left the other motel room. His eyes were constantly shifting as if he was trying to find anything that could be used as a weapon or looking for an escape route. She could see him subtly tense up his broad shoulders and knew he was about to make his move. Even watching for his move, she was almost taken by surprise when he suddenly dropped to the floor and tried to sweep her legs out from underneath her. If she hadn’t been paying as close attention as she was, she would have easily wound up tangled on the floor in his long legs. ‘That boy has some wicked range with his legs,’ she thought as she sprang into action.
Hopping over his sweeping leg, Vicky lashed out with her own, landing a kick to the side of Sam’s chest and causing him to lose his balance. Sam hissed in pain as he felt his chest get pounded by yet another sharp heeled kick. He was going to have some nasty bruises if he got out of this alive and he knew Dean wasn’t going to let him forget the fact that some tiny girl kicked his butt.
Quickly righting himself, Sam sprang over the bed closest to the door in the hopes of getting out of the room. He came to a skidding halt as a throwing knife sank into the door right at his eye level and only a few inches from his face. Sucking in a breath, he turned to face her as the air once again filled with the hum of a flying knife.
Vicky masked her surprise at how quickly the younger brother could actually move his tall frame. He was blindingly fast, but it didn’t matter. She was still faster and she wasn’t going to let him get away. She flicked her throwing knife at the tall dark haired man at the door. Vicky could see the fear and panic in his wide hazel eyes as her second dagger pinned his rolled up sleeve to the door. Springing forward in a blur of motion, she gave him no chance to think or move as she raised her gun-filled hand.
The last thing Sam saw before blackness consumed his vision was of the pretty dark haired bounty hunter crashing the butt of her gun into his head, as he stood pinned firmly to the door.
Okay folks, I hope you enjoyed this update. I fear I might have been rambling on a bit with it but we can blame it on the Nyquil *shakes her fist at the happy sleepytime medicine* But we should be getting back to Dean soon, I promise I haven’t forgotten him. But now it is time for bed!
xgetawayxcar09 - February 5, 2007 11:29 AM (GMT)
WHAT!!!! you just knocked sam out!! GAHH and what is up with vicky's parents death?? HMM DID THE YED TALK TO HER!! *shudders*
Sam is tall, a tall hot sex god. LOL. Sorry, i had to say that *giggles insanely*
Awesome update! Now update again! LOL
tehblaussinator - February 5, 2007 09:26 PM (GMT)
NO WAY awesome.
Haha Dean is TOTALLY gonna make fun of Sam for getting beat up by a little girl.
I wonder how he'll be able to save Sam and hit on her at the same time. Well, you'll just have to update like, now!
supernaturalmommy - February 5, 2007 10:02 PM (GMT)
Nice, looking forward to another update. Wondering what the deal is with this girl - is she really tied in to the YED too or not? Hmmmmmmmm
Gosh thinking is too hard, I'll just hve to wait for another update.
Raven524 - February 6, 2007 12:48 AM (GMT)
:o She knocked Sammy out! OMG, Dean is never going to let him live it down....
And her parents died in a fire, hmmmmmmm...maybe she and Sam do have more in common!
Cant' wait to see where you go with this! :D
deathsingsasong - February 6, 2007 01:10 AM (GMT)
Just got a chance to read this, I actually read it all in one sitting, and let me tell you...
You had me on the edge of my seat the ENTIRE time!!!
This is just an amazing story!!!!
And, I REALLY REALLY can't wait until you update!!!
Dolly - February 6, 2007 03:20 AM (GMT)
Loved that chapter! :drool2
Poor Sam gettin all beat up. :(
I hope Dean will figure a way out! :D
Well another great chapter and i can't WAIT for the rest! :thud :clap
kittypride - February 6, 2007 04:33 AM (GMT)
Well, well. This story is sounding mighty good at the moment. I just found it and thought hey why not check it out. I see that you are getting some great reviews. I see why. It does not surprise me one bit. This is a great story so far. So this bounty hunter chic, she must have some sort of ability right? I mean, when she remembered her parents death there was a figure standing in the fire. If it was the demon, then that most likely means she has a power. In the previous update, like everyone else said, I would have guessed visions, but I guess we'll find out sooner or later. So now I wonder what exactly is going to happen. I mean she has Sam, but I doubt she is going to hurt him ..... seriously that is. Maybe she'll listen and understand the truth. Maybe she'll end up helping them. That would be something. Does that sound like a shot in the dark? LMAO.
Ok, anyways great job with this story. It is off to a terrific start. I am really enjoying it, obviously since I am leaving a some what long review. Okey Dokey then, I'll shut up for the moment now. :D.
Supernaturalfreak07 - February 6, 2007 04:57 AM (GMT)
OMG!!!!!!! Great Update :thud
Sam is in some trouble now <_<
At least he fought to get away :uzi
Hopefully Dean will come to his resuce :supes
That is after Sam is a little more beat up and bloody :unsure: *Coughs* Nevermind :huh:
Update Soon :D
Vallana - February 6, 2007 09:00 AM (GMT)
Thanks again for all the reviews :lol: It really modivates me to write the next chapters!
Supernaturalfreak07: well i guess we all enjoy a little Sammy torment huh :D
kittypride: wow thanks for the review :D and your insight is well scary but i won't say which part! :evil
Dolly: thanks for the love! I hope you enjoy this next one as much :D
Cait: ooo that makes me so happy to hear that you are on the edge of your seat, but don't fall off please unless i can round up one of the boys to catch you first.
Raven: you might be on to something there about her and sam ;)
supernaturalmommy: ah yes, the YED he is such a troublemaker :fire
tehblaussinator: ah yes, Dean will always try and get the girl, but can he woe he way out of trouble this time?
xgetawayxcar09: haha i agree is his hot hot hot..umm i am repeated myself aren't I :lol: but I had to knock him out, he is too cute sprawled on a floor unconscious :D ;)
And since you all have been waiting patiently, here is the next update!
Glancing at her watch, Vicky noted the time, calculating that Dean had been gone for almost forty-five minutes and should be back at any moment. That didn’t give her much time to interrogate the younger brother before the older brother arrived. Chewing on her lower lip in frustration, Vicky looked at Sam’s crumpled form, still semi pinned to the door by his shirtsleeve, then her gaze swung over to the chair in the middle of the room. She realized she was going to have to somehow get the hunter’s long lanky form tied up to the chair. ‘Ah hell,’ thought Vicky, ‘this is going to be fun.’
Dragging the chair over to the door, Vicky removed her knife from the door, causing Sam’s long arm to flop down to rest across his chest. She then began the difficult task of trying to lift his dead weight up into the chair, which proved to be almost impossible for her petite frame. At one point she was practically straddling the young unconscious hunter to keep him in the chair so she could tie him up. After what seemed like hours to her overworked muscles, but in reality was only five minutes, Vicky stood back, breathing heavily as she assessed her work. Sam was tied to the chair by a thick rope encircling his chest, his wrists, and his ankles. His shaggy head was hanging down towards his chest, his long bangs obscuring part of his face.
Crouching down besides the chair, Vicky looked up at the younger man. She softly brushed his wayward hair aside and winced at the small cut and bruise that was starting to form on his forehead, courtesy of the blow from her gun. Confusion once again crossed her pale face. Technically, her contract requested that both Winchesters be brought in, but the information she had gathered on her own only really pointed to the older brother as being the murderer. This young man in front of her didn’t give her the vibe of a killer, regardless of what the contract stated. She also thought it was strange that the contract stated that Dean could be brought in dead, but Sam was to be brought in alive at all costs. Frowning, Vicky stood up and grabbed a small bottle from her duffle before returning to stand in front of her prisoner. ‘Time to get this party started and get to some real answers,’ thought Vicky as she waved the small bottle of smelling salts under Sam’s nose.
Sam was floating in a sea of velvet blackness. It was strange to feel this safe and warm when there was nothing to see, feel or hear. He didn’t want to leave this cocoon of black warmth but something seemed to nibble at his security – some sense of dread and need. It was small at first, but soon the emotions began to rise and push away his sense of safety. With a jerk, Sam came fully awake and crinkled his nose at the bottle being held close to his face. It took a few seconds for his groggy brain to acknowledge that his body was tied tightly to a chair and that his head felt like it was about to explode. Grimacing at the pain hammering through his skull, Sam lifted his head and glared at his captor. He could barely contain his anger as his hazel eyes burned into her cool blue grey ones. “Why are you doing this? Why did you go after me first? We’ve done nothing wrong! Dean never killed anyone; it was a shape shifter that looked like him, damnit!” yelled Sam. In frustration, he began to pull at his restraints. The tendons in his arms and neck stood out in sharp relief as he strained against the rope.
Vicky felt dread begin to sink into her bones as the handsome man in front of her began to yell at her, firing questions and statements one after another. It was the statements that caused the sudden chill within her. As she watched his face flush with exertion, she leaned over so she was exactly on eye left with the struggling hunter. His mussed up hair was dancing in front of his eyes as his whole body trembled with rage. Never breaking eye contact, she whispered, “Is that the truth, Sam?”
In that second, Sam went still. His own eyes widened as he stared back into eyes that begged for the truth. With a half hitched breath filled with hope, Sam whispered back, “God yes, it’s the truth. He’s innocent, I swear on my life. Please, leave Dean alone.”
The openness that was there in her eyes slammed shut once more as she quickly spun away from him. Rummaging through her bag, Vicky tried to calm her wild thoughts. Sam spoke the truth, but was the information he believed to be true…truly correct? A person couldn’t lie to her, she would know instantly, but someone stating what they thought was the truth wouldn’t give her the warning bells in her head either. Because they themselves believed the lies to be true, her senses accepted what they said as the truth.
Rubbing her head at the headache that was starting to form, she found what she was looking for. Turning back to Sam, Vicky unraveled a long strip of cloth. Sadly she considered the brother in front of her. “I do believe you think you told me the truth, Sam.”
At her words, Sam’s mouth dropped open in shock. “Wait, what do you mean by that? Of course I told you the truth.” If he could have, he would have raked his hand through his hair in irritation, but instead he had to settle for tossing his hair out of his eyes with a shake of his head. What was this girl talking about? Sam wondered if maybe she was slightly crazy due to the aftermath of her parents’ death. The paper had mentioned her being catatonic for a week. Maybe she’d had a mental breakdown and never fully recovered. ‘Ugh,’ he thought, ‘too many maybes.’ All his speculation wasn’t helping him make any headway with her. Sam mentally scrambled to find a way to get the girl to believe him.
Shaking her head, Vicky advanced with the cloth held between her small hands. “Sam, if I told you a lie that you believed to be true, does that make it the truth simply because you believe it to be true? No. It’s still considered a lie regardless of the fact that you fully believe that what you are saying is the truth.”
Shaking his head in denial, Sam tried to reach the person he saw in her eyes for a split second. “No, I was there! The shape shifter was wearing my brother’s form as he was trying to kill me. If Dean hadn’t arrived when he did and shot it, I probably wouldn’t be sitting here right now. I know it was the shape shifter that killed those other people. Not my brother!” Sam pleaded, his hazel eyes begging her to believe him.
Vicky hesitated once more as she gazed down into his large pleading eyes. His words rang true, but she still couldn’t stop this feeling of dread that was beginning to consume her. Something was drastically wrong with this whole job. She broke eye contact and moved behind him as she placed a hand on his trembling shoulder. “I’m sorry Sam, I truly am.”
Quickly, she gagged the surprised man and rechecked all the knots on his bindings. It wouldn’t help the situation if he got loose before she had a little chat with his older brother. Sam began to actively struggle against his ropes while yelling into the gag. It almost sounded like he was saying “No, please don’t! Dean’s innocent!”
Vicky strode to the door. Pausing before she left, she turned back to the frantic brother. “Pray to God that the truth you told is really the whole truth. If it’s not, then Dean’s going to be in for an extremely rough night. This contract doesn’t care if he arrives breathing or not.” With that said, Vicky flipped the lights off in the room, plunging the younger Winchester into the dark as she shut the door.
Bleh I am a slacker. Sorry for the short update once again but yay we get to have Dean in the next update. I have been itching to get back to him. Silly Sam to hog all the screen time. Oh and I hope I wasn’t too confusing with all that truth bit. I was having a hard time trying to get the right words down. Until next time!
xgetawayxcar09 - February 6, 2007 07:54 PM (GMT)
OMGAH ARE YOU GOING TO KILL DEAN?? well vicki wants too! that bitch! she had sam all unconscious and didnt try anything *coughmindneedstogetoutofguttercough*
UPDATE SOON PLEASE I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS TO DEAN!!!
tehblaussinator - February 6, 2007 09:23 PM (GMT)
OH NO HOW COULD SHE NOT COMPLETELY TRUST SAM???? I WOULD!!!!
Le gasp! OMG is the contact The Yellow Eyed Demon? Because that would be pissah.
Oh man oh man oh man oh man oh man oh man oh man I can't wait I can't wait I can't wait I can't wait I can't wait *breathes* I CAN'T WAIT!!!!!!!!!!!!
kittypride - February 7, 2007 12:04 AM (GMT)
Well she is moving on to Dean now. I wonder what she is going to do once she has both of them. Hmm, Dean does not have to be brought in alive, but Sam MUST be brought in alive. Why? That does not seem like the typical FBI case situation. A demon has to be involved with this, but none of them ...... including Vicki ........ know it yet. Maybe deep down though, Vicki is sensing this, but has yet to find out. She has got to have some sort of ablity. Does she see into people's minds to see if they are telling the truth???? That would be pretty neat.
Ok, so again this was a terrific update. It was really good. I can't wait for more. Oh and thanks for replying to all our reviews. :D.
Dolly - February 7, 2007 12:15 AM (GMT)
How can she not belive Sam? :o
He has such an honest face! :wub:
Dean better run! :thud
Your not a slacker. It may have been short but it was a chapter! :D
And a chapter is better then no chapter. :woohoo
Your story just keeps getting better and better. :drool2
Don't ever doubt yourself your a great writer! :clap
Can't wait for the next update! :rolleyes:
Vallana - February 7, 2007 09:12 AM (GMT)
I just want to say thank you to all my reviewers and readers so far. *hugs to all* You all sure know how to make a girl feel encouraged! :D :D
Dolly: thank you for the sweet comments :) I agree Sam does have such an honest face.
Kittypride: I hope this next update clears up more about what vicky can do and ya this contract does seem a tad abnormal :fire
tehblaussinator: noo... breath breath *fans your face*
xgetawayxcar09: guess you are just going to have to read this next update about our cute little Dean :evil
Dean was enjoying the view as he watched his companion chatter away about something he really wasn’t paying attention to. Who could blame him when every time she gestured, her black low cut top would reveal a little more of her red lacy bra that was barely holding her in. Grinning, Dean took a drink from his beer before looking sharply at the glass and shaking it. ‘Son of a… empty already’. Looking down the bar, he flagged down the bartender and signaled for another beer. Returning his attention back to his partner, he raised an eyebrow in a form of a question. She giggled and shook her empty bottle. ‘Oh yeah, maybe things are looking up tonight,’ thought Dean as he raised two fingers to the bartender. Suddenly, his lovely company jumped off her barstool. “Don’t you go any where, you sexy beast. I need to go freshen up really quick.” With a wink, she turned away, her hips swaying seductively. Dean watched her go until she passed out of view; his grin couldn’t have gotten any bigger.
“That’s going to be six dollars for those beers, son.”
Dean glanced back up at the bartender who had placed two more beers in front of him. “Oh, yeah.” Dean pulled out his wallet and snagged the correct amount, handing it to the bartender. “Thanks for the beer man.” Dean tipped his beer in thanks before taking a sip of the cold refreshing drink. The sound of a throat being cleared drew his attention back to the burly bartender leaning again the bar. Dean flashed him a smile. “Is there a problem?”
The bartender simply stood there for a few moments as if he was trying to come to some major decision. Finally, with a glance at the direction of the women’s bathroom, he leaned over the bar towards Dean. “Look son, I don’t normally go poking my nose into other people’s business, but that girl is trouble.”
Dean’s handsome face lost its smile. “Yeah, well I might suggest you go poke your nose into someone else’s business. That girl is hot and she wants me to show her a good time.”
The bartender’s eyes narrowed. He could understand why the young man would go on the defensive, but he had seen her work this game too many times before on unsuspecting men passing through this small town. “I know Becky pretty well; she picks up young out of town men. It’s her favorite pastime.”
“So? What‘s wrong with that? The girl’s just having a little fun,” replied Dean, still a little irritated with the bartender.
The burly man’s face became very serious. “Yes, except for the fact that her husband is the sheriff of this town and everyone that has slept with her, has had to pay a stiff fine to even leave this town to avoid being thrown into the local jail.” Seeing that he had finally gotten his message across to the young man, he turned away to help some other customers.
“Son of a bitch!” Stealing a glance at the bathroom and crossing his fingers in the hope that a certain redhead wouldn’t emerge just yet, Dean tossed a ten-dollar bill down as a tip to the bartender who just saved him from a possible stay in a jailhouse. He practically bolted out the door with his takeout food for him and Sam, praying he wasn’t spotted leaving. Breathing a sigh of relief, Dean slid onto his baby’s welcoming leather seat and turned the engine on. The Impala roared to life and pulled out of the parking lot of the local bar and grill. Glancing back in the rearview mirror to the bar, Dean swore he caught a glimpse of red before he sped away down the street. God, he hoped the local sheriff wasn’t about to come after him. Sam was going to be so pissed off when he found out there might be one more type of law enforcement out looking for him.
With a shaky grin, Dean glanced back at himself in the rearview mirror. ‘Man, you sure know how to pick them don’t you, you handsome devil.’ Sighing, he looked at his watch and swore as he realized he had been gone for almost two hours. Maybe Sam was right, maybe it was time he stopped thinking so much with his downstairs brain and started using his upstairs brain more, but he would die before he would admit that to his little brother. ‘Hell, Sam is probably panicking and climbing the walls right now,’ he mused. As that mental image formed in his brain, Dean looked at his phone to see if he had missed a call from his worrywart little brother. Surprised, he noticed that there were no messages or a missed call. That was pretty strange, given the current situation. Dean figured that as worked up as Sam was about this whole Vicky chick gig, he should have been calling after 30 minutes wondering where his big brother was at.
Suppressing a wave of concern, Dean hit his speed dial for Sam’s phone. After five rings, he got Sam’s voicemail. “Hey Sammy, sorry about being out so late, got a tad distracted. I’m on my way back with the food now. Be there in five minutes.” Dean snapped his phone shut but he couldn’t quell the panic that was starting to rise. He had left Sam alone for almost 2 hours with God knew what after them. Dean slammed his hands down on the wheel in frustration. How could he have been so stupid? If Sam was in any trouble, he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself.
Pulling into the motel parking lot, Dean scanned the area, looking for anything that might be out of place. The parking lot was partially filled with some cars and a few semi’s stopped for the night. Not a soul could be seen moving around and most of the rooms had their lights off, including the room he was sharing with Sam. Maybe Sam was only mad at him for not coming back sooner and had already gone to bed. Dean prayed that he was only being over paranoid as he moved toward the room with the takeout. Inserting the key into the door, Dean looked around once more for anything suspicious. Spotting nothing out of the normal, he pushed the door open and closed it softly behind him. “Sam?” No response came from the dark room. Dean blindly hunted for the light switch and turned it on. An empty room greeted his eyes. “Sammy?” called Dean as he strode further into the room, concern beginning to show in his voice. Turning around the room in panic, he finally spotted the pizza box lying on the table by the laptop. “Huh, he ordered pizza instead of calling. Oh man, he must be mad at me.” Dean began to push down the fear that the empty room had invoked. Walking over to the table, he put down the food and peered into the box. Dean’s jaw dropped at the sight of the empty box. Damn, that guy must have had a huge appetite to eat a whole pizza. Snorting in amusement, he dropped the lid and turned to Sam’s laptop, which was still on.
Dean leaned over and shook the mouse to get rid of geek boy’s lame swirling screen saver. He so needed to change that to something more fun like some nude picture. Grinning impishly, he thought of just the right picture. Smirking, he began to scan the article left on the screen. ‘Well,’ he mused, ‘it looks like Sammy did find some information on this chick after all and it looks like there’s more to this girl than just being a bounty hunter.’
Glancing back up around the empty room, Dean looked at his watch again. ‘Maybe Sam just went off to cool his heels after inhaling a whole large pizza or to get some Tums,’ thought Dean with a grin. He decided he should take a quick shower while he waited, guessing that Sam would probably be back by the time he got out. Swallowing down another wave of concern for his brother, Dean wandered over to his bag to grab some clean cloths before heading to the bathroom.
A hollow thunk, followed by the sound of a metal object sliding across the tiled floor and hitting the far wall reached his ears as he pushed open the bathroom door. Dean turned on the bathroom light, trying to find out what made that noise, his curious gaze tracking toward a shiny object on the other side of the room. His blood went cold as he realized he was looking at Sam’s gun, lying on the floor by the bathtub. The sound that he had heard was the door knocking the gun across the small room. Their dad had taught them to take good care of their guns since their lives depended on them, so Sam knew better than to just leave his gun lying on the floor. Which meant something had gone very wrong.
Fear came roaring back as Dean franticly looked around the room for any signs of struggle, but nothing looked out of order within the bathroom. Tearing into the main room, Dean held his brother’s gun in a trembling hand. “Sam, where are you?” whispered Dean.
He needed to get a grip or he would be worthless to Sam. His brother needed him to be strong and keep his head. But he had no idea where to even start looking for him, or who even had his brother. Running a hand through his hair, Dean walked to the room door and opened it. He hadn’t taken more than two steps outside before he heard the familiar click of a gun being cocked. He sensed a presence standing off to the right of him in the shadows.
“Hello Dean,” spoke a cold feminine voice. “I would recommend putting down your gun if you wish to walk away from this alive.”
Dean stood there frozen. His mind screamed that he needed to find Sam and didn’t have time to deal with this chick, but he would be no good to Sam if he got himself shot. Slowly he leaned over and placed Sam’s gun on the floor. “Okay, so now you got me unarmed, care to frisk me?” Dean flashed the shadow one of his trademark smiles.
A snort replied from the dark. “Oh, you are a piece of work aren’t you?” Sarcasm dripped from her words. “Now be a good boy and kick that gun over to me.”
Dean cursed silently to himself as he kicked the gun into the shadows. He could see the glint of the gun being pointed at him hover down a few inches as his attacker picked up the dropped gun. Dread began to fill him as a cold wind swirled through the parking lot. A sense of anticipation seemed to hang in the heavy air. Something was going to happen and it wasn’t going to be good. As if the person next to him could hear his thoughts, she spoke, “I don’t like standing out here in the open, so why don’t you step back slowly into the room.”
Dean backed up into the room while watching the figure holding the gun appear from the shadows. He couldn’t help but check her out as she was wearing a skintight leather vest over a dark gray shirt and black leather biker pants. Her black knee high boots looked lethal but he stopped his roaming gaze when her steel blue grey eyes framed by long black hair caught his eyes. What took him by surprise was the anger he saw there. Why would she be so angry? Did that “frisk me” comment really piss her off that much? With another smile Dean met her stare right back. “So, I thought you were a bottle blonde.”
Vicky gave a cold smile as she followed Dean into the room and shut the door. This man was way too cocky for his own good. She had been waiting for him to arrive over the last hour but as the night continued her sense of dread increased. It was making her extremely jumpy and the last thing she wanted to deal with was some stuck on himself killer who thought he had done nothing wrong. Tightening her grip on her .45, Vicky glared at Dean. “Oh my bad, I must have forgotten to send you the memo. Blondes don’t have all the fun anymore. Guess you’re out of luck.”
“Can’t blame a guy for trying,” grinned Dean, pretending to be oblivious to the gun being aimed straight at his heart.
“Take a seat. NOW!” Pointing with her chin to the seat by the table, Vicky narrowed her eyes, the gun never wavering from its target. Dean’s grin faded as he moved to the chair and sat down. ‘Son of a bitch,’ he silently fumed. Now he was even further from his duffle containing his other guns. He needed to get out of this quick, so he could start looking for Sam. His anger was starting to push down his fear as he focused on the person preventing him from finding his brother. Fear sliced through his anger as he suddenly realized that Vicky might have had a hand in Sam’s disappearance. “Where is my brother,” growled Dean.
Surprise once again flowed across Vicky’s face at the loyalty of these two brothers to each other. Both of them had given no concern to their own wellbeing but instead focused on their brother. Vicky bit back her sharp reply and instead responded with more compassion than she should have shown to this man. “He is safe for right now.”
Shocked cut through Dean as he heard the softness of her reply. “What do you mean for right now?” demanded Dean. “Is he hurt? Where is his? If you’ve hurt him, I swear to God I will kick your a-” He quickly shut up as a fist came crashing into his face. Damn, he didn’t even see her coming. He touched a finger to his split lip and glared up at Vicky.
“You are in no position to make demands of me, Dean Winchester. Your brother is some place safe and he will remain so, as long as you cooperate nicely.” She glared back at the glowering man sitting in front of her.
“Fine,” spat Dean. “What do you want from me, besides turning me in for some nice amount of money?”
“The truth” stated Vicky simply. She could see the confusion cross the handsome man’s face. “Did you kill those women in St. Louis or those people in that bank?”
“Whoa, hold up there. The feds are pinning those deaths in the bank on me as well?” gasped Dean in shock.
Vicky could feel the hairs on the back of her neck begin to rise as her sense of dread increased ten fold. Dean wasn’t responding like the normal criminals she had hunted down in the past. “Answer the question, Dean.”
Dean could practically feel the air humming around him. What the hell was going on here? The room felt like there was electricity crackling around. Why did he feel like so much hinged on his response? Licking his lips, Dean met her stare with a solemn gaze. “No, I didn’t kill those women in St. Louis or those poor people in that bank. Both times it was a shape shifter that Sam and I were hunting.” He could see the confusion spread within her eyes and watched her lower the gun from his chest. Dean released a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding.
Vicky held the hunter’s steady gaze. He was telling the truth. This man in front of her was innocent of the horrendous charges being brought up against him. There was no way for him to lie to her. With a groan, Vicky rubbed her throbbing head. Nothing was making any sense anymore, and on top of it all; she couldn’t shake this feeling of dread that was trying to choke her. Vicky opened her mouth to reply when bullets came tearing through the window in a spray of glass.
Oh that update was fun to write! I hope you all enjoyed it. May the fun truly begin. :evil
whatyousee - February 7, 2007 01:28 PM (GMT)
that was AWESOME!!! so now she knows dean is innocent...but who's firing now? I mean it can't be Sam unless he knew he could fire without hurting Dean...and he didn't know that.
so i think that whoever it was that hired Vicky (some kind of demon probably) has found out that she's not going to kill him. BUT both Winchesters are currently tied up so what better time to attack??
BUT WHAT'S UP WITH SAM!? AND WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN TO DEAN!? and to tell the truth...asides from the fact that she hurt my sammy....i like Vicky...so....IS SHE GONNA BE OKI!!!???
PLEASE UPDATE LIKE RIGHT THIS SECOND!!!!
charmed1of2 - February 7, 2007 02:25 PM (GMT)
:D HEY, JUST STARTED READING THIS....I THINK UR AWESOMEEEEE...DON'T EVER DOUBT UR WRITING IT IS GREATTTTTTTTTT......U SHOULDN'T HIDE IN THE BACKGROUND GIRL LMAO UR VERY TALENTED. U HAVE TO UNDERSTAND THAT SOME OF US HAVE WORKED FOR MONTHS AND I MEAN MONTHS ON OUR STORIES THATS Y THE RATINGS R HIGH, ALSO LIKE STEFF AND I HAVE SEQ. ON THE SAME THREAD SO DON'T PAY ATTENTION TO THE RATINGS GIRL, READ UR REVIEWS LOL. I FOR ONE AM HOOKED AND ALREADY ADDED IT TO MY ALERTS IF IT MEANS ANYTHING TO U LOL U MAY NOT KNOW ME ON HERE I'M THE BIG MOUTH SMART ASS LMAO. LUV UR STORY AND WE ALWAYS ENCOURAGE PPL TO WRITE HERE , WE GIVE NOTHING BUT SUPPORT OK I'M DONE W MY SPEACH LOL DON'T MAKE ME DO IT AGAIN OR I'LL HURT U I CAN U KNOW LMFAO ASK ANYONE LMAO J/K
LUVS LORRIE :evil
xgetawayxcar09 - February 7, 2007 04:06 PM (GMT)
THE PERSON SHE'S WORKING WITH KNOW SHE'S TRYING TO BACK OUT OF THE JOB AND IS TRYING TO KILL THEM ALL!!!!!! umm. i think. LOL
she punched DEAN! OMGAH bitch will go down for that *karate stance* LETS SEE YOU TAKE ME DOWN!! *cough cough*
that was fabulous! update again! PUHLEASEE
kburch04 - February 7, 2007 05:46 PM (GMT)
Oh you're evil.
Nope, not possessed. Just evil. :fire
I hope you update soon. Someone must not have trusted Vicky to take out the boys. Hmmmm...and someone does want Sam in alive.
supernaturalmommy - February 7, 2007 06:18 PM (GMT)
Okay - that was real nice, but um, you left off a bit I think. See, you were supposed to write some more about Sam and Dean and I guess the Vicky chick all being okay - so we know the boys are okay....don't tell me whoever's shooting at them has already offed with Sam. 'Cause that would make miss Vicky pretty messed up in Dean's little big brother brain there.
Hmmmm......gotta have some more...come on. . . .update!
tehblaussinator - February 7, 2007 09:34 PM (GMT)
Hahahaha could see the conflicting thoughts is Dean's head, "Whoooo hot chick, must... flirt....or...die" and "OMFG WTH HAS HAPPENED TO SAM?!"
Vicky's pretty cool, and now I almost sure she's psysic, am I right? Wheee tell me I'm right!!!
Dude keep the updates coming or I might, like, go into a coma or something from lack of updates. You don't want that hanging over your head, do you?
kburch04 - February 7, 2007 10:23 PM (GMT)
*steps over tehblaussinator's body and enters forum*
Hmmm...not update yet.
Something is wrong in here...
*pulls out flare gun*
I'll bet it was one of those nasty Wendigos. It stole the update and is keeping it somewhere dark, hidden, and safe.
Shhhh...I'm hunting Wendigos *insert Elmer Fudd laugh*
Alright, I promised someone I'd be working on my own update so I'm goin' I'm goin'. I just couldn't resist. :lol: :P