So here is my first Supernatural fanfic. It contains no spoilers. it was written well before the season 3 finale. its kind of about romance and a spirit so i decided to post it here. this first chapter is long. Actually, all of them are so far but I wasn't sure if I should break the chapter up or not. Cant wait to know what you think about it so far.
Just a warning though...there is some mild language. not too bad though.
Also, in this story, Dean will seem out of character. there is a good reason for it and it will be revealed throughout the story. just like some other stuf
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its original characters.
Chapter 1: First Sight
Dean shifted uncomfortably in the passenger seat of the Impala. “Come on Sam.” Dean whined. “We’ve been on the road all God damned day. I’m sick of being in the damn car.” It wasn’t something Sam normally heard out of Dean’s mouth but understood completely why Dean was whining. Their last job had gone horribly wrong and as a result, Dean had been injured. They had just left the hospital that morning and been on the road since then.
“I know Dean.” Sam said without taking his eyes off the road. “Just relax. I’ll stop at the next motel I see.” Sam knew the phrase ‘relax’ wouldn’t sit well with him. He had spent half the week in the hospital and being cramped up in the Impala wasn’t helping at all.
“Relax!” Dean repeated in an elevated, irritated voice. Sam glanced over at Dean who had a serious expression on his face. “Sam…”
“I know…I know.” Sam said. “Bad choice of words.”
“Terrible choice of words.” Dean snapped back. “Sam….I’m tired….I’m sore….and I’m sick of being cramped up in this damn car.”
“I know that Dean.” Sam said in an understanding voice. “But there’s nothing I can do about that right now. If you see a motel anywhere please….point it out but until then, I don’t see any other choice but to keep driving.” He really wanted to help his brother but there really wasn’t any other choice but to keep driving. He knew that after the last job they had, all Dean wanted to do was sleep.
“Wait!” Dean yelled as he sat up from his slouched position that he had been in for about a half hour or so. “Sam…turn around.”
“What….why?” Sam asked as he glanced over to see Dean sat up strait and turned halfway around in his seat.
“Just turn around Sam.” Dean snapped again. “Trust me.” Even though Dean was in pain from the injuries he had sustained from their last job, he was moving almost as if nothing happened. Either that or he was just really distracted by what he had seen. One or the other.
“Okay.” Sam said and without further ado, he slammed on the brakes and spun the car around in the middle of the road.
“Sam….what the hell are you doing?!” Dean yelled, one hand clenched on the door, the other…the hand of his injured arm, holding his sore ribcage. Once the car was completely stopped, Sam took his hands off the wheel and gave Dean a worried look. That car had been through just as much as they had…if not more. Why was Dean all freaked out about him doing a u-turn?
“Dean…what’s going on with you?” Sam asked, worry lacing each and every one of his words. It wasn’t like Dean to act like this. On any normal day, Dean would have been tickled about him spinning the Impala around like that. Dean didn’t say a word. He just sat there pinned to the seat with his eyes closed tight and breathing heavy. Sam leaned a little closer and put a hand gently on his injured left shoulder. “Dean?”
“Just keep driving Sam…..there’s a bar up ahead on the left.” Dean answered without opening his eyes. He knew that Sam was worried about him but he just wasn’t in the caring and sharing mood at the moment. He was in pain, he was tired, and spinning the car around like that made his stomach churn. Even though Sam had seen him at his lowest points in the past…he still had trouble admitting weakness to him.
Sam took his hand off Dean’s shoulder and back on the wheel. He studies his brother for a few seconds, trying to read his features with no luck in the end. “Okay.” He said in the same worried tone. He hesitated for a few seconds and glanced at his brother again who wore the same expression on his face as he did before.
Dean took a deep breath when the car started moving again. Sam looking at him the way that he was made him uncomfortable. Not that he had his eyes open or anything but it was the same expression that Sam wore when he was worried about him. He hated having Sam worried about him. That wasn’t his job. His job was to just stay safe so Dean wouldn’t have to worry about him. And truthfully, it wasn’t Dean’s job to worry about Sam or protect him, he couldn’t help it. It was like it was in his DNA or something. Being born first…being the older brother…it wouldn’t matter what Sam did, he’d always be there when he needed help. Hell, that’s why he was injured to begin with.
Sam really needed to see why Dean was acting the way he was acting. Well, since he got out of his deal, he was more careful but when it came to Sam, it was like Dean didn’t care about himself anymore. He wished his older brother would stop with the ‘big brother over protective’ act. If he kept it up, he would never have anything or have a life of his own.
Sam knew what it was like to have a life of his own. That’s what he had with Jess. He had happiness with Jess….true happiness. That’s what he wanted for Dean. Yeah, Dean had felt happiness before but it was never anything that lasted for any length of time. He wanted his brother to have more than just his car.
Dean let out a sigh of relief when the car came to a stop in the parking lot in front of the bar he’d directed Sam to. “Okay Dean….we need to talk.” Sam said as he cut power to the engine of the Impala.
“Oh God…what now?” Dean asked in an irritated tone. He wasn’t in the caring and sharing mood but evidently…Sam was…like always.
“Look…just shut up for a minute and listen for once.” Sam snapped. He wasn’t going to let Dean interrupt him this time. Dean swallowed hard and kept his mouth shut so Sam could speak. “Dean….look at what you’re doing to yourself.”
“Wait…what are you talking about?” Dean cut in briefly.
“I’m talking about our last job Dean.” Sam shot back quickly. “I’m talking about you taking a bullet for me…” Dean closed his eyes. He knew this was going to get brought up. “I’m talking about you thinking that I need to be protected all the time…” Sam paused for a second time.
Dean rubbed his face with his right hand and flopped it down on his leg. “What was I supposed to do Sam….let you get shot?”
Sam gave him a frustrated sigh. “I don’t know Dean…I just wish you’d be more careful.”
“Wait a minute….I have been.” Dean snapped. “Ever since I got out of that damn deal, I’ve been more careful about everything.”
“Everything except me Dean.” Sam snapped back. “When it comes to me, you’re reckless.”
“Look……I don’t really know what to say. I mean…what do you want Sam?” Dean said in a much lower voice. Sam knew that Dean was the way he was and there were certain things that nobody could change about him.
“Dean…I want you to be happy.” Sam said. Dean had a shocked look on his face. “I want you to find a woman that you can love…I want you to have a family and the life you never had. I mean…don’t you want that? Aren’t you sick of hunting?”
“Hell yeah I’m sick if hunting.” Dean answered quickly. “You have no idea how much I’d like to just have a normal life. I mean…I’d love to have a wife and kids…I’d love to have a real meal once in a while and mow the lawn once a week…you know…coach tee ball or something. Sam…I’d love to have all that but all I have right now is you, my snot nosed…oversensitive little brother, and my forty-something year old car. I’ll be damned if I’m gonna let anything happen to either of you.”
Sam held up his hands in surrender. “Okay…point taken.” He glanced out the windshield of the Impala. There stood the bar that was there when they drove into the parking lot. He’d almost forgotten that they were there. “Well…there’s the bar. Wanna go in or do you want me to find the nearest motel?”
Dean didn’t say anything else. He just opened the door and got out. It took all of his concentration to bite back a painful moan. Every movement he made sent searing pain through his ribcage. He knew if he made any noise or sign that he was in pain, Sam would get all worried again. The truth was…he wanted a drink…hell, he deserved it after the way the week had gone.XXXXXXXXXX
“Hell yeah…this is what I’m talking about.” Dean said with a grin on his face as he and Sam made their way through the thinned out crowd up to the bar to order drinks.
“Dean…are you sure it’s a good idea to be drinking?” Sam asked with a worried look on his face as the both walked up to the bar.
“What do you mean?” Dean asked with a confused look on his face.
“Well…I mean…with the pain killers the hospital put you on…do you really think it’s a good idea?” He really didn’t want to see anything serious happen to because of Dean mixing powerful painkillers with alcohol.
“What the hell are you talking about?…I haven’t taken anything yet.” Dean said. He turned to the bartender. “Two beers please.” Dean slowly and carefully sat down on the nearest bar stool. “Look Sam…I wish you wouldn’t worry about me….I’m fine.”
The bartender set the two beers down on the bar in front of them both. Dean reached up and grabbed his beer almost forgetting about how much it hurt to move his left arm and was instantly rewarded with a sharp pain shooting pain through his arm.
Sam couldn’t help but notice the grimace on his older brother’s face as he reached for his beer. “Yeah…looks like it.” He said as he sat down on the vacant barstool next to Dean.
“I know….I know…you’re fine…stop asking…I’ve heard it all before.” Sam said just before taking a sip of his beer.
“Look…Sammy. I get that you’re worried….I do. But this isn’t helping matters at all. What’s done is done.” Dean had an understanding expression on his face. The truth was…Sam had heard it all before. They had had the same conversation so many times that Dean lost count. Hell, they had the conversation on a daily basis after he got out of his deal.
“I know what’s done is done Dean but…”
“Oh…my…god!” Dean interrupted, his back turned to Sam as if he wasn’t even paying attention to him.
“Dean.” Sam said trying to snap Dean out of it. He got no answer. “Dean…” Dean looked like a deer stuck in headlights. Why was Dean in awe? What had him so distracted? Sam was completely dumbfounded until he finally saw what had Dean’s full and undivided attention. Sam couldn’t help the smirk that broke across his face. It was so typical of Dean to easily get distracted by a woman. On any normal day, Dean would be all over her….hitting on her…and not thinking twice about it. But something was different this time.
Dean could barely believe what he was seeing. This woman…this woman heading towards the bar was the most beautiful human being he had ever seen in his life. She was perfect. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail revealing a smooth, elegant complexion that it seems only an angel would have. And her eyes…her eyes were so beautiful that Dean couldn’t even think of words to describe them. Except that they were looking right at him.
“Yes?” She asked as she reached the bar. Dean was staring at her and didn’t even notice until she spoke up. He’d been studying her. He never studied women. If he liked what he saw…he usually just went after it. But something was different this time. After getting no answer out of him, she turned to the bartender. “Shot of tequila please.” The bartender nodded and left to make her drink. She turned back to Dean who was still staring at her and raised her eyebrows in invitation, hoping that he might say something.
Dean opened his mouth, about to say something but nothing came out. Nothing at all. Dean wanted to say something…anything. But it was as if he was paralyzed. Like he couldn’t move his mouth at all. Must be the painkillers. Dean thought. Yeah…that had to be it. It had to be the reason he was acting like a twelve year old trying to ask out a girl for the first time. Wait…I didn’t take anything today….Dammit…what the hell is wrong with me?
The beautiful angel standing in front of him turned back to the bartender. “On second thought…could you make that two?” The bartender walked off and poured a second shot of tequila. As the bartender walked back with both tequila shots, Dean couldn’t help but keep staring at her. He’d seen his fair share of beautiful women in his life but this one took the cake. She paid for the drinks and bid the bartender farewell with a warm smile on her face.
After paying for the drinks, she turned back to Dean and set one of the tequila shots down in front of him. “Drink up big boy.” She said with the same warm smile on her face. “Maybe after you won’t feel like such an idiot.” And without another word, she downed her shot of tequila in one gulp and slammed the shot glass, bottom side up, onto the bar. She flashed him another smile and walked off leaving him completely dumbfounded and confused. How could this happen? It was usually him working over women…what makes this woman so difficult?
Sam couldn’t help but grin after seeing his brother crash and burn. Normally Dean had no trouble at all when it came to women but this time was different. He didn’t really know how….but it was.
“Dude…stop looking at me like that.” Dean snapped. He still had his back turned to Sam but knew that if he turned around, Sam would be sitting there with a goofy grin on his face. Not that he really blamed him though. It wasn’t exactly every day that he was left speechless by a woman.
“I’m sorry Dean but did you see what just happened?” Sam asked before mentally slapping himself upside the head for asking such a stupid question. Of course Dean saw it…he lived it.
Dean slowly turned in his seat and looked at Sam. “Sam….” Sam held up both hands. He didn’t want to get in an argument with Dean. Dean closed his eyes with a scowling expression and shook his head. When he opened his eyes, the shot glass loomed in his vision. He grabbed the shot glass with his right hand. “Bottoms up dude,” and without another word, he downed the shot in one gulp. Maybe she was right. Maybe he would feel like less of an idiot after having the shot of tequila. Or maybe he would get sick but the first possibility was the one he was hoping for.XXXXXXXXXX
The beautiful woman, the angel that had Dean stunned wasn’t an angel at all….or at least, the company that she kept wasn’t. As Dean sat there contemplating what went wrong, Sam watched her walk back to the table that she was at. Well, it was a pool table but a table nonetheless. It seems like she kept a pretty odd bunch for company. Instead of staring like an idiot, like Dean, he decided to just sip his beer and listen. Some people might call it eavesdropping but Sam liked to think of it as being a little over observant.
“So Nia, who was that guy at the bar anyway?” Another girl at the pool table asked her. So her name is Nia…interesting name.
Sam thought to himself as he continued to listen.
“I don’t really know.” Nia answered. “He seems awfully shy though.” Huh…Dean…Shy? Yeah right.
If she only knew how far Dean was to the contrary…if only she knew how much Dean loved to flirt with every good looking woman he saw…if she only knew how many one night stands he had had in the past, she wouldn’t be saying that.
“God Dammit!” Dean said in a low voice snapping Sam’s attention back to him. So much for observation.
Dean sat there, staring at the empty shot glass with a grimace on his face. Why was it that Sam was always right about this sort of thing? Sam warned him that drinking was a bad idea and now he was gonna pay the price for it.
“Hey man…you okay?” Sam asked with a concerned look on his face. It looked like Dean was going to hurl. He warned Dean about drinking. Yeah…Dean didn’t take any pain medication but he did however, have an empty stomach.
Dean held up one hand. “Don’t.” Sam knew that Dean was pissed off about him being right again. Dean always hated being proven wrong by his “snot nosed oversensitive little brother”. Without another word or letting Sam say anymore, Dean got up and walked away from the bar. Sam followed him with his eyes until he disappeared through the front doors. XXXXXXXXXX
Dean barely made it out to the Impala when he hurled, spewing the entire contents of his stomach, what little contents there were, onto the ground in front of him, barely missing the passenger side front tire. Yeah…Sam was right and he hated that. Dean hated puking. It was one of the things he despised most of all. And it was even more so this time. After the heaving was finally over, the only thing he was left with was a really nasty aftertaste and pain, extreme pain. He braced himself on the Impala with his good arm as pain seared through his sore ribcage and pulsed through his entire body making it hard to breathe.
“Hey…are you okay?” That voice…that voice was so familiar. He wanted to say something but all he could manage to let out of his mouth was a low and painful moan. “Hey…maybe you should sit down.”
“I’m fine.” Dean answered in a low, raspy, barely there voice. The pain was robbing him of his voice as well…god he was so sick of being injured because of “the hunt”.
Nia let out a frustrated sigh and reached around him and popped the door open. “Come on…sit down for a few seconds and rest.” Dean didn’t want to give in to someone else’s orders but found himself sitting down anyway. Like he told Sam in the car…he was tired, he was sore, and all he really wanted to do was sleep. But of course he had to have the bright idea to go to the bar.
Dean, still trying to catch his breath, found himself clutching his sore ribcage. God…he had no idea that a few broken ribs would hurt quite so bad. It’s not like he hadn’t been injured before but with the bullet wound along with the broken ribs…it was impossible to get comfortable.
Nia knelt down in front of him and put a hand on his shoulder…his injured shoulder. He flinched when her hand made contact with him and soft, painful moan escaped his lips. “Hey…are you okay?” She asked him again hoping that maybe this time she would get an honest answer.
Dean slowly opened his eyes to see the same beautiful woman that he’d seen at the bar. Now he really felt like an idiot. Not only did he make an idiot out of himself at the bar, but she also saw him hurl.
Nia couldn’t help but smirk. “Hey…tequila.” She said. She wasn’t sure what to think. What were the odds that she would run into him again like that. He was someone she definitely didn’t expect to see again.
“It’s Dean.” He answered. That’s just what he needed, to get the nickname “tequila” after puking his guts out at a bar.
She gave him a warm and friendly smile. “My name is Nia.”
“Son of a bitch.” Dean said angrily. Not only was he pissed off at himself for embarrassing himself not once but twice, but he was in pain. He finally managed to get his breathing somewhat back to normal but his heart was still pounding.
Nia watched him closely as he struggled with his pain. She was known to be quite observant and she had noticed a few things since she first caught him staring at her in the bar. First thing…something was definitely wrong with his shoulder. All she did was gently touch it and he flinched away in pain. And the second thing…something had happened to his ribs. He’d been holding his ribs since she first saw him. Even now…he was holding his ribs…something must’ve happened to him. “So what happened to you?” She asked inquisitively.
“What do you mean? You saw what happened.” Dean answered quickly. How could she not see that? She must be blind if she missed him puking his guts out…and to top it all off, she had to have heard him. He was so loud that he thought even people in China could hear him.
“No…I’m not talking about you getting sick.” God…she just wanted to slap him upside the head. He may have been shy and whatnot but he was a typical man in one aspect. He knew that he was injured and in pain but he wasn’t willing to admit it. He knew exactly what she was talking about but avoided answering her question by giving her a lame answer. “I’m talking about your injuries.”
How the hell did she know I’m injured? Dean thought. How indeed? It’s not like he broadcasted his ailments. He usually kept them to himself. Mostly so Sam wouldn’t get worried and also because he needed to be strong for his younger brother. Despite how many times Sam told him the opposite. “How did you…”
“I’m observant.” Nia interrupted.
“You’ve been watching me?” Dean asked feeling his mood lift some.
“It’s not exactly that hard to tell that you’re injured.” Nia started. Before Dean could jump in and say anything, she continued. “You’ve been favoring your left arm all night and you’ve had your arm wrapped around your ribcage like you broke a rib or something.” She paused for a second and checked for a reaction out of him. “Not only that…but…you still have your hospital bracelet on.”
Dean sighed and looked down at the hospital bracelet still on his left wrist. He couldn’t help the smirk that appeared on his face. How could he be so stupid? The hospital bracelet was so simple and it was a dead giveaway.
“So what happened?” Nia asked again. She really was curious. He didn’t really look like the typical guy that would just pick a fight with anyone.
Dean looked back up at Nia. “A job gone wrong.” It was an honest answer but it lacked specificity. There was a hell of a lot more to it than just a “job gone wrong”. It was a complicated job to begin with and he almost lost Sam in the process.
“Job…Are you a cop or something?” She asked. Honestly, how many jobs could there be where you would get that injured? It was either some sort of law enforcement job or he was a soldier. It was one or the other.
Dean couldn’t help the sudden outburst of laughter that escaped his lips. Oh…that was rich. Him….a cop…that was probably one of the most insane things he had ever heard in his life. And for him and his family’s track record…that was saying something.
A smirk broke across Nia’s face. “Wha…what’s so funny?” She asked not quite understanding his humor on the subject. Indeed…what was so funny? She barely heard anything from him and no he was in hysterics. “Seriously…what’s so funny?” She asked after listening to him laugh for a few seconds.
“The irony.” Dean said as his smile quickly faded with the sudden return of pain in his ribcage.
“Irony?” Nia asked. Boy…was he throwing her for a loop. What the hell was he talking about?
“Yeah.” Dean said. He took a deep breath. Well, as deep a breath as he could without causing more pain. “It’s a really….really long and complicated story.” Yeah, like Dean would ever have the time to tell her the whole story.
Nia shrugged her shoulders. “I have plenty of free time.” She really was curious what happened to him and him telling her that it was a “really, really long and…complicated story” only heightened her curiosity more.
Dean chuckled. “Even if I did tell you…you wouldn’t believe a single word out of my mouth. Hell…sometimes I still have trouble wrapping my head around it.”
“You’d be surprised what I’ll believe.” Nia answered as she let her mind wander to her experiences with the unbelievable. He had no idea what she would or wouldn’t believe.
Dean looked up at her to see a smile on her face…such a beautiful smile. The type of smile he hadn’t seen in what seemed like a lifetime. The smile didn’t last long though. “Hold on a minute…I’ll be right back.” Nia said and before Dean could stop her, she left.XXXXXXXXXX
Nia didn’t really want to stop talking to Dean but at the moment, she had more pressing matters to deal with, her ex-boyfriend. She told him one too many times to leave her alone. And he did leave her alone for quite a while but from time to time, he would go looking for her.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Nia asked with a serious expression on her face as she approached a man that was walking towards the bar. The man, having heard her question, turned around quickly to face her.
“Nia…Oh God…I’ve been looking all over for you.” The man said. He was almost hysterical.
“Look Rob…” She started. “When I said that we were over…I meant it. I’ve had it…with you trying to weasel your way back into my…”
“It’s open.” He interrupted, quickly snapping her to attention.
“Excuse me?” Nia asked in sock.
“The box…somebody opened it up.” He said. “When I finally found it…the seal was broken and it was empty.
Nia closed her eyes and took a deep breath to try and suppress the anger that was building inside her. How could this happen? How could the box get opened up? Rob reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. She shrugged away. “Just leave me alone Rob…and I mean it this time.” Without another word, she walked away.XXXXXXXXXX
“Everything okay?” Dean asked as Nia walked back to the Impala. She wasn’t the only one who was observant. She was happily badgering him about his past a few minutes ago…now she was upset and…well…it seemed like she was actually a little scared.
“Yeah…everything’s fine.” Nia said. “But unfortunately…I have to get going.” She really didn’t want to leave but she had to go back to her apartment to take some necessary precautions. “So are you just passing through or are you sticking around for a while?”
Dean looked up at her and gave her a trademark ‘Dean smirk’. “I don’t know.” He started. “It’s kinda up to my geek brother. He has the keys.” He paused for a second. “And it depends on if he can actually find a motel.”
“There’s actually one a few miles up the road called Johnston’s Motor Lodge.” Nia explained. “It’s not the best place in the world but I’ve seen far worse.”
“Okay…thanks.” Dean said. “I’ll definitely have to keep that in mind.”
Nia looked at her watch. “Well, I have to get going.” She started to walk away but after walking about six feet away, she stopped and turned around to face him. “See you around…tequila.” Dean couldn’t help but smile as she walked off.
Who was this girl? How was it that she could completely throw Dean off his game with a single look or smile? She wasn’t like any woman he had ever met before. She held her own against him…in fact…she was actually the one who was telling him what to do. It was definitely something he wasn’t used to…but he liked it.
“Hey man…you okay?” Dean looked up to see Sam standing there with a concerned look on his face. He must’ve seen the vomit on the ground…that and he already knew it was going to happen.
“Yeah…I’m fine.” Dean said as Sam opened the driver’s side door and sat down. “Hey…there’s a motel a few miles up the road and I don’t know about you…but I’m tired.” Dean said as he slowly and carefully swung his legs into the car and shut the door.
Sam started the car and shut his door. “Okay…let’s go.” He put the car in drive and they sped out of the parking lot and off down the road to find the motel that Nia had told Dean about. Off to find Johnston’s Motor Lodge.