Hey all so i've been a bit neglecting of my fics so instead of continuing them i've decided to start a new.
This is dedicated to my bestest friend in the entire world!! Amy! :wub: She gives me inspiration and is m ROCK!! love you girl :hug:
"Dude seriously there is nothing in this place i'm telling you....just dirt, old furniture and ugh " Dean complained to his brother on the other end of his phone call jumping back aghast
"And what?" Sam asked with a sigh, he was sitting in their motelroom scouring through various volumes of ancient lore.
"Rats" Dean groaned grimacing. Why did he get stuck checking out this place? For once he reconsidered doing anything to get out of the research.
On the other end Dean heard Sams soft chuckle "You and rats dude!" he muttered before sighing "I guess the thing isn't hiding there so you can head back"
"Thanks for your position Captian Obvious" Dean replied his voice dripping with sarcasm
"Whatever" Sam groaned before hanging up.
The familiar click of the call ending was the only sound in the dark ruddy house. But unfortunately Dean and Sam's playful banter had allowed the Djinn to get close to Dean without being noticed - too close.
As Dean turned to give the house one last look over he came face-to-face with the Djinn. Thrusting his arm out in an attempt to stab it with his trusty hunting knife, he found the attempt fruitless. The Djinn slammed him against a wall and brought his other hand which was now glowing blue, a spark arcing between two of it's fingers as it touched his temple.
In a flash Dean fell into the pit of familiar darkness that the Djinn sent you through.
A birds morning call sent Dean shooting up in a sitting position, the soft cream sheets falling away from his body. Sheets? a bed? That wasn't right. Looking around he knew this wasn't a different reality than the Djinn had last sent him too. The place was smaller and when Dean looked besie him there was no hot girlfriend lying there naked.
But really after Dean's stint in hell I guess his wishes had changed, that or th Djinn just wanted to be an ass!
Getting up he wandered out of the room to find that his apartment was quaint and actually quite roomy. Photos told him that his mum wasn't alive here and neither was his dad. So why would the djinn send him here? there was nothing enticing about this reality...
The shrill ringing snapped Dean out of his thoughts, picking the phone up he answered hoping to hear Sam's voice. Nope, he wasn't that lucky.
"Hello?" Dean asked
"Dean its Danny you are late, the garage is bus today we need you here quick smart" a thick southern male accent greeted him.
He was a mechanic, okay that was cool.
"Ugh yeah 'll be right there" Dean stammered hanging up before getting dressed leaving the complex, smiling he ran his hand over the bonnet of his baby. At least he had his impala.
Parking outside the garage he hopped out slowly sauntering in. Suddenly a screwed up set of dirty blue overalls hit him in the chest.
"Thank god you got here I need you working on the mustang" That southern accent came again making Dean turn.
There stood a rather tall man probably in his mid to late thirties with a trucker cap on and a five o-clock shadow. Danny, Dean pressumed. He reminded Dean of Bobby in his younger years.
Dean pulled the overalls on with a mile heading over to the mustang popping the hood. The blue 1970 mustang looked brand new, Dean couldn't figure out why it'd need fixing.
"Not that mustang Deano, that's my mustang" a female voice came from behind him suddenly.
Spinning around his hazel eyes collided with a stunnign pair of ice blues. Looking the woman over he was shocked to find she was wearing overalls. the top undone and hanging by her waist and a black metallica mid-drift tank top cover her torso instead. Her long auburn hair pulled back in a hig ponytail and smudges of grease drew his attention to her lightly sunkissed skin and flawless face.
Okay now this reality is getting good
"Sorry" Dean said with a smile.
"Do you have a hangover or something? you know that is my car" She smiled revealing a dazzling smile and pearly white teeth.
"Uhh no i just didn't sleep well" he feigned a yawn "I'm still all groggy"
"Sure Deano just back away from my car and get to work" she grinned
"Angie he won't hurt your car just get back to work" Danny called with a chuckle ducking bac under the hood of the car he was working on.
Angie was her name. Dean would definitely remember that. He had to be in heaven : he was a mechanic and worked with a mega hotty.
Angie smiled rolling her eyes walking over the a red camaro ducking under the hood, the action making her shirt ride up revealing more sunkissed skin.
Dean found himself in a trance. She was perfect in everyway, was she single though?
Dean stood wipig the sweat from his brow, this had been the fourth car he'd fixed now and the whole time he hadn't spoken to Angie. She was completely zoned out, putting all her focus on every intricate detail of each car.
Nudging the guy beside him, Scott he had discovered.
"How long have you known Angie?" Dean asked
Scott raised a brow "All my life, like you" he smiled
"Of course, is she still single or what?" he asked sneakily.
"Single, she is too muc of a wild cat for any guys in town. Only we know what a sweet kitten she is" Scott joked chuckling.
Dean smiled biting his lip. A wild cat ay? now she really was the woman of his dreams. Walking over to her he leaned against the run down cadillac.
"Hey Angie you want to get a few drinks later?" Dean asked giving her the patented Dean Winchester smirk.
That's it Dean lay on the charm
Angie stood up raising her brow before smiling. Stepping in closer Dean could feel her breath on his face making him gulp.
"Deano if i'm not mistaken you're laying on the charm. Who are you trying to make jealous by using me?" Angie asked
"What do you mean? me using you...never" Dean said pretending to be offended.
Shrugging Angie smiled again "Meet you at Joe's Bar at eight Deano" she winked pushing her overall pants down to reveal a pair of daisy duke's. Dean fought back a groan when he saw her long slender legs.
A woman that down right gorgeous and perfect could only be a figment of the djinn's world. In the span of a day she had pushed away any thought of hell or even the real world.
Dean wouldn't leave this place yet, no he wanted to stay and savour the time with his perfect girl.
If only Dean knew that she wasn't just a figment of a djinn world but an uncanny copy of a woman who was very real and in real danger...
i like it...you should write some more.. :)
sorry i hadn't replied yet sweetie, that was AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! dare i ask where you got inspiration for angie? lol have you been looking in the mirror again haha beautiful darl can't wait to read more :D :cheer :cheer :cheer