Chapter One
1.)Chapter One
There is something altogether irritating about the danger of ignorance. What’s worse is the people who don’t bother to dig deeper when they know something is wrong. Small towns like Mystic Falls are exactly the kind of place monsters like to hide in. It’s the people who make it. They’d rather bury their heads in sand than protect their own. They force other people - people like dad - to do it instead. It doesn’t matter if they lose their life in the process, or if they have their own families to protect.
As the car pulls into the police station, Dean can spot several escape routes. At the same time, there are plenty of opportunities for the monsters to come riding in through the near by forest. It makes Dean uneasy, and a glance at his father says that dad is thinking the same. The uneasy feeling settling in the pit of his stomach doesn’t stop Dean from sulking in the back seat, eyes narrowed out the window as he turns away from his father before the man can catch him. He doesn’t move even as the door cracks open. It’s only after the car door slams shut and the trunk gives a distinct ‘pop’ sound of opening that Dean turns to face his father’s previous seat. He glares at it, as if the seat is at fault for his father’s bad mood.
Dad comes around a few minutes later, tapping on the window glass. Dean reaches over and rolls down the window. Behind dad, he spots a woman making her way towards the car. Even so far away, Dean can see the way her feet pound on the ground. She is tall and blond, with the kind of hair the girls at school wore. Some how, that anger is vaguely familiar to Dean but he can’t place it. He gives his father a glance. “Is that her?”
Dad doesn’t even glance back. The glare startles him, but Dean doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t take back his question, doesn’t avert his eyes.
“Stay in the car, Dean. Keep an eye on your brother.” He says, and Dean wants to roll his eyes. Instead, he settles for a nod, running a hand through his hair. Dad doesn’t wait for the answer. He is already headed towards the woman in blue.
Most women are intimidated by dad. Not this one. Even though Dean can’t hear the specific words, he recognizes the tones. The growls and shouts spill into the car through the window, and while Sam doesn’t seem to hear any of it, Dean can’t peel his eyes away. This woman is fearless as she fights back. She’s like a lion and Dean can’t help but be impressed. It takes balls to stand up to his father, especially when he is determined that things are supposed to be a certain way.
The fight continues like this but once another man joins them the angry sounds die down. Dad and the woman look at the man, who, making a few gestures, nods to the impala. Dean doesn’t realize that the man means them until the woman catches his eyes and softens her gaze. Dean lifts his nose in disgust, but he doesn’t turn away. He settles for glaring back at her instead. She returns the glare with a smile and Dean mutters under his breath.
The man pats his father on the shoulder, nodding towards the building. Dad gives a nod, saying something quickly and then making his way towards the car. Behind him, the woman and her partner are arguing about something - presumably dad - but eventually go inside.
Dean doesn’t even realize that his father is anywhere near the car, too intent on the woman. He curses himself mentally, glancing briefly at Sam, then dad. Before dad can even knock on the window, Dean is rolling it down. “Who is she, dad?” He asks again, knowing that he’ll probably get the same non-answer as last time.
“Just a friend.” Dean resists a sigh. Though it does reveal some things. Friends of the Winchesters usually meant people who knew things. They were people who had weapons or information or back doors to go through. Sometimes they were friendly, sometimes they weren’t. Dean can’t tell if this woman is a friendly or not, though he’s leaning towards the former. Not many people got away with talking back to dad.
“Okay,” Dean says relentlessly, “What kind of friend?”
The look Dean receives is enough to shut him up but it’s lightened by a bemused smile. “I need you to stay with your brother, Dean. Can I count on you to not leave the car?”
Dean blinks up at dad, shifting uncertainly. “Um,” He says dumbly, “Sure. I mean yes, uh, sir.” He doesn’t dodge when his father pats his head and ruffles his hair. Dad smiles at him, but Dean is still thinking about Sam and all the things that can go wrong. Dean finally smacks the hand away lightly, staring at his father with the most serious look he can muster. “What are you going to do?” Dean questions.
“I have to talk to Sheriff Forbes and his daughter. It shouldn’t take long.” This is the most information dad had given away in weeks. Dean gives a nod, not sure how much more he can push it.
“Okay.” Dean says, “I’ll look after Sam.”
Dad smiles at him, and something in Dean settles. “Thanks kiddo.” With that, dad is heading back into the building. Dean turns in his seat, only to see Sam giving him a knowing look. It feels wrong for a nine year old to have that look and Dean scowls at him. “Shut up.”
Sam only shrugs, unperturbed and returns to the action figure.
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