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
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.