Highway to Hell: Episode Four: Series Finale: "Fallen Angel"
Episode 4 : Fallen Angel
Chapter 4: Face to Face
Chapter Wordcount: 2176
“Well don’t stand there all day, you’re letting my cold air out, get your behinds in here.”
Dean swallowed nervously and stepped into the foyer with Monte still clutching his hand.
Missouri pulled Sam into a hug and had just turned around to see the newest arrival when John burst in from the hallway.
“Who the hell is this?!”
Oh no, there ain’t no way in hell Monte was going to let him treat his sons that way.
Monte’s hand clenched around Dean’s and his face twitched with the sudden pain that shot up his arm.
Missouri was just about to voice her opinion, clearly feeling not only the importance of the young girl there but the anger that was quickly building inside her.
“I told you to come to deal with this…family situation! I didn’t say bring a friend!”
“Dad…” Sam started.
“Shut it Sammy, this is obviously Dean’s doing. Hell son, I knew you always had a weak spot for girls…but this…”
“I suggest you shut your arrogant mouth right now.”
Dean’s face went nine shades lighter than pale and he turned to see Monte’s face covered with a pure look of rage that he hadn’t seen since the stunt he pulled in South Carolina. His face went one more shade down the tonal scale at the memory.
“Excuse me?!”
“You don’t know a damn thing about me Winchester and don’t you dare even try to fucking judge me,” she cut out slowly.
Sam swallowed hard and unconsciously felt his pockets for a weapon should the need arise.
John’s face looked like a taillight burning in the dead of night.
“I don’t know who the hell you think you are. But you do not belong here. I don’t know what the hell you did to make my son make the stupid ass mistake of bringing your little ass with him but…”
Dean stepped in so quickly Missouri hadn’t even sensed the movement coming.
“Back. The. Fuck. Off.”
John actually faltered. His inner temper snarled in reaction to the sudden threat in his face, his Marine instincts screaming to fight but the pure shock of the fact that Dean had just gotten in his face made him freeze.
“You don’t know a damn thing about her…about us, Dad. So I suggest for once in your life you stow your judgmental short-ass fused temper.”
John was speechless, staring into his son’s eyes, eyes that looked so much like Mary’s that they almost always made him pause.
He looked over hesitantly at the girl that stood so solidly by his son’s side. He had very rarely come across a person in his life that stood up to him the way she had, let alone refused to back down. Even now she looked poised to take over the fight from Dean at any moment.
He looked back at Dean and mentally took stock of all the times he had defied and order or back talked him. Needless to say he was hard pressed to find such an instance.
“You love her…” he whispered so low he was surprised anyone besides Missouri even heard him.
Dean’s jaw clenched and Monte watched as the purple and green bruises rippled like a sickly sea across his cheek.
Missouri quickly shuffled over to John’s side and snatched his arm in her iron grip pulling him towards the living room.
He resisted and she fixed him with a glare.
“So help me John Winchester, don’t make me take a switch to your stubborn ass.”
He finally conceded and went with her.
“Come on you all, I have coffee in the kitchen,” she said as they walked away.
Sam finally joined Monte and Dean from where he had assumed a safe distance away from any punches that might have flown.
“Dean?”
Dean was almost panting, a light sheen glistening across his forehead.
Sam just looked at Monte and smiled slightly before leaving in the direction that Missouri and his father had gone.
“Hun?”
Dean finally looked at Monte, her hand still clutched with a death grip in his.
“I’ve never…I’ve never snapped at him like that. I’ve never back talked him.”
She smiled, “Babe…breathe,” she said, taking his chin in her fingers and kissing him chastely on the lips.
His mouth twitched into a smirk almost involuntarily.
She smiled again, “Come on.”
They all sat in Missouri’s mismatched chairs, each nursing their own cup of coffee and all afraid to break the silence.
Missouri was silently evaluating each of them.
John was reeling from the fact that his little playboy of a son had actually seemed to settle down. Actually seemed to care about a girl for more than just one night. Wondering why the hell this new girl seemed okay with this lifestyle and how in the hell they thought they could make it work. Plus the fact that his long exiled youngest son was now sitting across from him.
Not exactly the homecoming he had hoped for.
Sam sat almost shaking with tension. He was somewhat thankful with the fiasco with Monte; at least it took some of the spotlight off of him, but he still knew that monkey had to be dealt with.
Dean couldn’t believe he had stood up to his Dad, or that Monte had for that matter. He knew she was a spitfire but he never would have expected that pissing contest.
Monte was contemplating whether or not she was going to have to slug it out with John. If he pulled some dominance crap with his sons like that again, well, hell hath no fury. But, she knew her boys loved their Dad, more than they would probably ever admit, so she quietly reserved judgment, knowing the shock of them coming with an, outsider, must have been massive for the older man.
Missouri tried her best not to laugh.
“I can’t believe the lot of you. You have no problem killing some of the most evil things out there but yet you’re all afraid to talk to each other.”
Monte couldn’t help but smile. Sam had told her about Missouri and she could start to see the personality he had described.
Missouri just smiled at her.
“You don’t belong here,” John growled out.
Dean suddenly possessed more courage than he ever thought he had when it came to his Dad, “She belongs wherever the hell I am so get used to it,” he growled right back, sounding a lot like his father.
John stared at the three across from him, “Why are you here?” he asked, looking straight at Monte.
“You told us to come,” Dean bit out, his hazel eyes burning.
“Don’t give me lip boy!” he punctuated with a raise of his finger.
“Me give you lip! Who the hell was it that started yelling when we came in the door?! You disappeared Dad! Do you have any idea how freaked I was?! I went and got Sammy for Christ’s sake! Who’s girlfriend incase you hadn’t heard, DIED! You and him haven’t even spoken in years! AND you know nothing about Monte so don’t you dare sit there and try to lecture my ass when you’re the one that threw a tantrum before even saying hi!”
John’s nostrils flared and he clenched his jaw. When the hell had Dean suddenly grown a set of balls?
Missouri was half tempted to reprimand the boy for his language but decided to let it slide, seeing just how hard that had slid home for John.
“How did you meet?” he asked quietly.
Monte laid her hand on Dean’s knee trying to quell the fury she could feel seething beneath the surface and leaned forward resting her elbows on her own knees and staring into John’s eyes.
“They were good samaritans trying to help a girl with car trouble. The knights in shining armor you raised them to be. Except I didn’t need help. But we hung out, and they discovered that your family isn’t the only one that has been torn apart by evil. So they helped me, and I for one am certain that I wouldn’t be alive today if it wasn’t for your sons. I was there when they hunted the werewolf case you sent them on; I’ve been on a few other hunts with them too. I may have not been raised the warriors that they were, I may have not grown up in this world but mark my words I am just as deep as you are now and there ain’t no way in hell I'm leaving,” she paused. “And you will not earn my respect until I see that you show your sons some.”
Sam thought he was going to faint even though he was sitting down.
John could see the fire burning in her eyes. A fire that he had no doubt was sparked by something supernatural ripping apart your world. He had seen that fire in his own eyes not long after Mary’s death.
Dean watched the tension that was crackling between the two of them. He wondered if they would reduce each other to ashes…he wouldn’t be surprised if they did knowing the two of them.
John finally sighed and looked at Sam.
“Sammy…” he dropped his head. “I’m sorry, I heard about Jessica…”
Monte saw the glimmer in Sam’s eyes that suddenly appeared and she laced her fingers through his, squeezing slightly. He just squeezed back and offered her a small smile.
John saw the exchange between the two and wondered just how much this girl meant to his sons.
Missouri couldn’t believe how thick headed John was. She knew the man was stubborn, but damn was she going to have to spell it out for him?
“And…I’m sorry…about,” John swallowed hard.
“Me too Dad,” Sam whispered.
John just nodded.
“Come on John,” Missouri said standing up, “Come help me make dinner.”
John reluctantly followed.
Monte turned and looked at Sam. “You okay hun?”
“Yea,” he smiled. “I’m okay.”
“I can’t believe you talked to him like that,” Dean chuckled.
“What?!” she laughed. “He’s not gonna have a lick of respect from me until he quits treating you guys like children. He knows damn well you aren’t stupid, and he doesn’t know a damn thing about me. You might be the little soldiers that listen to him, but he is not my father, I have no allegiance to him, except for the fact that you two care for him.”
Missouri smacked the back of John’s head when they made it to the kitchen.
“Ow! What was that for?!”
“I knew you were hard-headed John, but damn.”
“What?”
“You can’t see how much that girl means to them? You may not approve but none of them give a rat’s ass if you do or not. That girl wants to like you, but right now she’s just pissed at how you treat your sons. And you need to give her a break. I don’t know what happened and I’m not about to go snooping around her head but she’s been destroyed by evil too, she knows this world far too well.”
John watched Missouri and silently wondered what this mysterious new girl’s story was.
The next morning found Dean reading the newspaper at the kitchen table with his feet propped up on the extra chair. John and Sam were silently eating their breakfast and Missouri was still cooking at the stove.
Monte came down the stairs, wearing a pair of old blue jeans, an AC/DC t-shirt and one of Dean’s over shirts. She walked into the kitchen and went straight to Sam giving him a kiss on the cheek and a small hug.
“Mornin’ babe,” Sam smiled.
“Mornin’ Sammy.”
She then went right over to Dean and sat on his legs leaning over and kissing him.
John chewed slowly and watched her.
“You want some eggs sweetie?” Missouri asked.
“Yes ma’am, please.”
Missouri turned and fixed Monte with a smile, “Where you from child?”
Monte grinned, “Georgia.”
“I shoulda known.”
“Why?” Dean asked, looking over his paper.
“’Cause she actually has manners,” Missouri shot back. “You can learn a thing or two from her,” she said pointing to Monte with the spatula.
“Good ol’ southern charm,” Monte said with a thousand watt grin, winking at Dean sarcastically.
“Oh I know all about the southern charm…kicked me in the ass,” he mumbled as he went back to his paper.
Sam laughed and smiled at Monte as she started eating the plate Missouri had slid in front of her.
“I’m sorry.”
Dean dropped his paper, his eyes wide.
John had his eyes locked with Monte’s.
“You’re a lot like her…”
Sam swallowed nervously.
“Feisty, so full of life…she would have liked you,” he smiled.
Monte smiled too and swallowed the bite of food she had taken.
“I’m John,” he rumbled, extending his hand.
She smiled, “Tabrina…but my friends call me Monte,” she said taking his hand in hers.
Dean and Sam shot a look between each other.
Missouri just smiled and kept cooking.
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Chapter 4: Face to Face
Chapter Wordcount: 2176
“Well don’t stand there all day, you’re letting my cold air out, get your behinds in here.”
Dean swallowed nervously and stepped into the foyer with Monte still clutching his hand.
Missouri pulled Sam into a hug and had just turned around to see the newest arrival when John burst in from the hallway.
“Who the hell is this?!”
Oh no, there ain’t no way in hell Monte was going to let him treat his sons that way.
Monte’s hand clenched around Dean’s and his face twitched with the sudden pain that shot up his arm.
Missouri was just about to voice her opinion, clearly feeling not only the importance of the young girl there but the anger that was quickly building inside her.
“I told you to come to deal with this…family situation! I didn’t say bring a friend!”
“Dad…” Sam started.
“Shut it Sammy, this is obviously Dean’s doing. Hell son, I knew you always had a weak spot for girls…but this…”
“I suggest you shut your arrogant mouth right now.”
Dean’s face went nine shades lighter than pale and he turned to see Monte’s face covered with a pure look of rage that he hadn’t seen since the stunt he pulled in South Carolina. His face went one more shade down the tonal scale at the memory.
“Excuse me?!”
“You don’t know a damn thing about me Winchester and don’t you dare even try to fucking judge me,” she cut out slowly.
Sam swallowed hard and unconsciously felt his pockets for a weapon should the need arise.
John’s face looked like a taillight burning in the dead of night.
“I don’t know who the hell you think you are. But you do not belong here. I don’t know what the hell you did to make my son make the stupid ass mistake of bringing your little ass with him but…”
Dean stepped in so quickly Missouri hadn’t even sensed the movement coming.
“Back. The. Fuck. Off.”
John actually faltered. His inner temper snarled in reaction to the sudden threat in his face, his Marine instincts screaming to fight but the pure shock of the fact that Dean had just gotten in his face made him freeze.
“You don’t know a damn thing about her…about us, Dad. So I suggest for once in your life you stow your judgmental short-ass fused temper.”
John was speechless, staring into his son’s eyes, eyes that looked so much like Mary’s that they almost always made him pause.
He looked over hesitantly at the girl that stood so solidly by his son’s side. He had very rarely come across a person in his life that stood up to him the way she had, let alone refused to back down. Even now she looked poised to take over the fight from Dean at any moment.
He looked back at Dean and mentally took stock of all the times he had defied and order or back talked him. Needless to say he was hard pressed to find such an instance.
“You love her…” he whispered so low he was surprised anyone besides Missouri even heard him.
Dean’s jaw clenched and Monte watched as the purple and green bruises rippled like a sickly sea across his cheek.
Missouri quickly shuffled over to John’s side and snatched his arm in her iron grip pulling him towards the living room.
He resisted and she fixed him with a glare.
“So help me John Winchester, don’t make me take a switch to your stubborn ass.”
He finally conceded and went with her.
“Come on you all, I have coffee in the kitchen,” she said as they walked away.
Sam finally joined Monte and Dean from where he had assumed a safe distance away from any punches that might have flown.
“Dean?”
Dean was almost panting, a light sheen glistening across his forehead.
Sam just looked at Monte and smiled slightly before leaving in the direction that Missouri and his father had gone.
“Hun?”
Dean finally looked at Monte, her hand still clutched with a death grip in his.
“I’ve never…I’ve never snapped at him like that. I’ve never back talked him.”
She smiled, “Babe…breathe,” she said, taking his chin in her fingers and kissing him chastely on the lips.
His mouth twitched into a smirk almost involuntarily.
She smiled again, “Come on.”
They all sat in Missouri’s mismatched chairs, each nursing their own cup of coffee and all afraid to break the silence.
Missouri was silently evaluating each of them.
John was reeling from the fact that his little playboy of a son had actually seemed to settle down. Actually seemed to care about a girl for more than just one night. Wondering why the hell this new girl seemed okay with this lifestyle and how in the hell they thought they could make it work. Plus the fact that his long exiled youngest son was now sitting across from him.
Not exactly the homecoming he had hoped for.
Sam sat almost shaking with tension. He was somewhat thankful with the fiasco with Monte; at least it took some of the spotlight off of him, but he still knew that monkey had to be dealt with.
Dean couldn’t believe he had stood up to his Dad, or that Monte had for that matter. He knew she was a spitfire but he never would have expected that pissing contest.
Monte was contemplating whether or not she was going to have to slug it out with John. If he pulled some dominance crap with his sons like that again, well, hell hath no fury. But, she knew her boys loved their Dad, more than they would probably ever admit, so she quietly reserved judgment, knowing the shock of them coming with an, outsider, must have been massive for the older man.
Missouri tried her best not to laugh.
“I can’t believe the lot of you. You have no problem killing some of the most evil things out there but yet you’re all afraid to talk to each other.”
Monte couldn’t help but smile. Sam had told her about Missouri and she could start to see the personality he had described.
Missouri just smiled at her.
“You don’t belong here,” John growled out.
Dean suddenly possessed more courage than he ever thought he had when it came to his Dad, “She belongs wherever the hell I am so get used to it,” he growled right back, sounding a lot like his father.
John stared at the three across from him, “Why are you here?” he asked, looking straight at Monte.
“You told us to come,” Dean bit out, his hazel eyes burning.
“Don’t give me lip boy!” he punctuated with a raise of his finger.
“Me give you lip! Who the hell was it that started yelling when we came in the door?! You disappeared Dad! Do you have any idea how freaked I was?! I went and got Sammy for Christ’s sake! Who’s girlfriend incase you hadn’t heard, DIED! You and him haven’t even spoken in years! AND you know nothing about Monte so don’t you dare sit there and try to lecture my ass when you’re the one that threw a tantrum before even saying hi!”
John’s nostrils flared and he clenched his jaw. When the hell had Dean suddenly grown a set of balls?
Missouri was half tempted to reprimand the boy for his language but decided to let it slide, seeing just how hard that had slid home for John.
“How did you meet?” he asked quietly.
Monte laid her hand on Dean’s knee trying to quell the fury she could feel seething beneath the surface and leaned forward resting her elbows on her own knees and staring into John’s eyes.
“They were good samaritans trying to help a girl with car trouble. The knights in shining armor you raised them to be. Except I didn’t need help. But we hung out, and they discovered that your family isn’t the only one that has been torn apart by evil. So they helped me, and I for one am certain that I wouldn’t be alive today if it wasn’t for your sons. I was there when they hunted the werewolf case you sent them on; I’ve been on a few other hunts with them too. I may have not been raised the warriors that they were, I may have not grown up in this world but mark my words I am just as deep as you are now and there ain’t no way in hell I'm leaving,” she paused. “And you will not earn my respect until I see that you show your sons some.”
Sam thought he was going to faint even though he was sitting down.
John could see the fire burning in her eyes. A fire that he had no doubt was sparked by something supernatural ripping apart your world. He had seen that fire in his own eyes not long after Mary’s death.
Dean watched the tension that was crackling between the two of them. He wondered if they would reduce each other to ashes…he wouldn’t be surprised if they did knowing the two of them.
John finally sighed and looked at Sam.
“Sammy…” he dropped his head. “I’m sorry, I heard about Jessica…”
Monte saw the glimmer in Sam’s eyes that suddenly appeared and she laced her fingers through his, squeezing slightly. He just squeezed back and offered her a small smile.
John saw the exchange between the two and wondered just how much this girl meant to his sons.
Missouri couldn’t believe how thick headed John was. She knew the man was stubborn, but damn was she going to have to spell it out for him?
“And…I’m sorry…about,” John swallowed hard.
“Me too Dad,” Sam whispered.
John just nodded.
“Come on John,” Missouri said standing up, “Come help me make dinner.”
John reluctantly followed.
Monte turned and looked at Sam. “You okay hun?”
“Yea,” he smiled. “I’m okay.”
“I can’t believe you talked to him like that,” Dean chuckled.
“What?!” she laughed. “He’s not gonna have a lick of respect from me until he quits treating you guys like children. He knows damn well you aren’t stupid, and he doesn’t know a damn thing about me. You might be the little soldiers that listen to him, but he is not my father, I have no allegiance to him, except for the fact that you two care for him.”
Missouri smacked the back of John’s head when they made it to the kitchen.
“Ow! What was that for?!”
“I knew you were hard-headed John, but damn.”
“What?”
“You can’t see how much that girl means to them? You may not approve but none of them give a rat’s ass if you do or not. That girl wants to like you, but right now she’s just pissed at how you treat your sons. And you need to give her a break. I don’t know what happened and I’m not about to go snooping around her head but she’s been destroyed by evil too, she knows this world far too well.”
John watched Missouri and silently wondered what this mysterious new girl’s story was.
The next morning found Dean reading the newspaper at the kitchen table with his feet propped up on the extra chair. John and Sam were silently eating their breakfast and Missouri was still cooking at the stove.
Monte came down the stairs, wearing a pair of old blue jeans, an AC/DC t-shirt and one of Dean’s over shirts. She walked into the kitchen and went straight to Sam giving him a kiss on the cheek and a small hug.
“Mornin’ babe,” Sam smiled.
“Mornin’ Sammy.”
She then went right over to Dean and sat on his legs leaning over and kissing him.
John chewed slowly and watched her.
“You want some eggs sweetie?” Missouri asked.
“Yes ma’am, please.”
Missouri turned and fixed Monte with a smile, “Where you from child?”
Monte grinned, “Georgia.”
“I shoulda known.”
“Why?” Dean asked, looking over his paper.
“’Cause she actually has manners,” Missouri shot back. “You can learn a thing or two from her,” she said pointing to Monte with the spatula.
“Good ol’ southern charm,” Monte said with a thousand watt grin, winking at Dean sarcastically.
“Oh I know all about the southern charm…kicked me in the ass,” he mumbled as he went back to his paper.
Sam laughed and smiled at Monte as she started eating the plate Missouri had slid in front of her.
“I’m sorry.”
Dean dropped his paper, his eyes wide.
John had his eyes locked with Monte’s.
“You’re a lot like her…”
Sam swallowed nervously.
“Feisty, so full of life…she would have liked you,” he smiled.
Monte smiled too and swallowed the bite of food she had taken.
“I’m John,” he rumbled, extending his hand.
She smiled, “Tabrina…but my friends call me Monte,” she said taking his hand in hers.
Dean and Sam shot a look between each other.
Missouri just smiled and kept cooking.
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