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makebelievetimeformymind · 2 years

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Don't Believe Me? Ask Him... pt 6

Characters: Dean, Sam, Jaslyn (OFC), Silas (OMC)

Word count: 1.4K

Summary: After skipping town after town Jaslyn finally found one she could see herself settle in. For awhile that is at least. Only for the normal supernatural life to follow her there due to her normal old habits always catching up to her. She didn’t see this coming a million miles away though. Was her luck about to change for the better or was she gonna be stuck packing up going off on the run again? Only this time with the Winchester's on her trail?

Warning: (Not too sure what all to put here) Nothing really to warn about. Simple flirting and weed use. Extra warnings will go by chapter. I still ask 18+ only because how the story will play out...

A/N: I am just now starting to get back into this. I had this chapter wrote for a while and just now able to post on here. This is not my best work. I hate this chapter but I needed to move on. I'm not tagging anyone since it's been years since being on here. If anyone reading this wants future works to be tagged, just let me know.

Warnings: Language, weed, and short description of harder drug use in action (I know this can be a huge trigger for people),

The whole way to my blasted job I thumbed at the thought of what utter bullshit this was. For too many years the Winchester's were avoided only to have shit come down to this.

Once seeing the car Dean was back on his protective act. "Are you sure you don't want to follow us back to the motel. Ya know, stay safe from the blood sucking Dracula's lurking for you?"

"What happens when they show up at Silas's house an suck the life outta his momma, huh? Then what?" Glaring off at the G35 my heart sunk. I put the women in danger the lease I can do I not let her be killed, or worse, turned.

"Sam can keep watch." The words spewed quickly from his mouth and my head turned to him just as fast. He gave me a small smile I had no choice but to refuse. Something he obviously wasn't used to from women.

"Or, you can call the Sheriff. Have him send a patrol." Sam swooped in with a disapproval tone and had a damn good idea.

Grabbing the door handle I broke our eye contact, "Little, big brother doesn't sound too approving. Silas wouldn't like that shit either." A sigh slipped out at the thought of him playing host.

I could hear Dean mumble something to Sam as I shut the door. Anger settled over me but the chill down my spine didn't budge.

Sam slipped a louder laugh than meaning, quickly silence came over him. Dean's dissatisfaction showed as he straightened his jacket avoiding my glare. Feeling my patience run thin I glanced around the parking lot hoping we were alone.

Them, machete in hand caused a different kind of flame. The frustration of knowing the only satisfaction sleeping with a Winchester would be pissing off the father. The fact of what I truly am would make Dean disgusted with me, in his eyes, a monster. I don't know what he hates more, true witches or demons, and I'm a double whammy.

"What's the fucken punchline, Sam?"

"Uhh, what?" Aiming to look clueless he scrolled around to stand next to me. The act pissed me off even more.

"I wanna know what's so goddamn funny. I need a good laugh as I stew in the thought of my best friend's momma being in danger."

"Whoah, whoah, whoa now!" holding the machete as the top of a time out signal Dean's voice echoed with authority. "Sammy did nothing wrong."

"Oh, yeah... cause it is your ass that know all about wrong doing" I snickered back rolling my eyes. "Could you be any louder?"

Sam rolled his eyes, "Can we not do this?"

"Don't act like you know me, lady." He hesitated back.

Walking backwards on my heels toward my own Baby I flashed peace signs with both hands. "Thanks for the ride, dudes, peace."

He was following though, on my trail pushing the door closed as I attempted to open it. "You're not riding off alone." He declared in a flat tone. "I don't care what kind of stick you have up your ass all of a sudden but that's not happening. Don't think so, ma'am."

"It's alright. Your protection isn't needed." Shoving Dean using my entire body I was able to make him budge enough for my door to be opened.

"Hey, Sammy, I'm riding with her. Go figure out what you can about this town. Maybe, find where the nest could possibly be."

A long exhale rushed out, "Don't get yourself killed." The talk man hollered as he went back to the impala.

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Cranking her I grabbed my phone to warn Silas of my company. He was going to be pissed already but my hands were tied.

"Are we gonna sit here all night, or what?" Impatience showing as he started tinkering with the sun visor, my locked glove box and then my radio.

"It's called safety." I snorted, "Question." Not lifting my head from the phone, the silence lurking as he kept looking for things to touch, his hands making it to my middle console.

Clearing my throat added to the awkwardness among us my stomach to tighten. "Why the hell you touching my shit like that?" I snapped. "Are you fucken seven?"

Dean's jaw dropped. Guilt set in automatically hearing his lungs deflate. Maybe that was a little too harsh.

"Smoke another blunt, pot head, you have one in the console. Let's get going." He shrugged it off on the surface and found something to play.

I had nothing. Couldn't think of a single damn remark. Seeing my phone light up with an answer to my likings, I released the E break and slammed into gear.

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Everything viewed as normal. Momma Fraley already in bed. The light above the stove gave a small path leading to the bedroom. Watching tv looking displeased when we walked in Silas gave me an eye roll as Dean gently shut the door. "You dudes play nice." Before either of them could say anything I darted back out.

I questioned myself during the short moments between locking the door and unzipping the little brown case. Already loaded, my warm gun of happiness beamed in the light waiting for my trigger finger.

Within seconds my body was warm from head to toe. It had been three long days. Now that I knew it wasn't a tainted supply my conscience was about as clear as it was gonna become. Sweat rolling down my temples was a great indication I had over done it slightly. The message from Silas asking if I was going to return was an even bigger one.

When rejoining them their egos had subsided. On the computer was our town's layout being studied by dean with Sam on speaker. My best friend next to Dean pointing at wooded area next to the town's lake.

Silas peaked up at me with annoyance when I grabbed a blunt to spark. Offering him an apologetic smile he shook his head slowly converting to a nod, followed by a grin. I gave a smirk sticking my tongue out at him.

"We have narrowed down where their nest is." The eldest Winchester informed me. "If we act quick enough the element of surprise is with us."

"How can you be so sure?" Full of attitude I blew smoke at them. Silas phone started to ring and he declined the call instantly. "Besides, they could be anywhere, anyon-thing, and you want to run in guns blazing an half cocked?"

Dean waved the thick smoke from his face scrunching his nose. "There has been a number of cattle attacks reported around one area like clockwork. The freaks moved up the food chain. And your buddy here informed us there's an old barn all by its lonesome."

Sam chimed in, "I have dead man's blood ready in syringes and a bag packed. Let me know when you're ready."

Click.

Again, Silas declined his phone. My gut dropped at the sight of his eyebrows narrowing at the name. Could only be one person.

"She's not going to quit, homie," motioning at his phone ringing once again, "just answer the bitch!" Dean shifted his eyes at the two of us in curiosity then back to the computer.

He swiped the green button, "I'm in th-" his eyes met mine only to glance away quickly. His jaw hardened as he was cut off by Reese high pitch screeching. Wishing I knew what the problem was I moved closer but he didn't care for it.

"Be there as soon as possible. Just stay there." Grabbing for his jacket he avoided my stare.

"You can't be fucken serious." Standing in front of him with hands on my hips I tilted my head to the side. "Thought you said you were done"

"Look, I know, I know, but I'm between a rock and a hard place. I have no choice. I'll be back."

"Somebody has to stay here with momma!" I screamed as he moved around me making his way toward the door. Spinning quickly with a closed grip I extended my arm, stopping him in mid stride.

"Jaslyn, are you really?", challenging my limits he gave a chuckle. "She'll be fine."

Instantly my hold released letting him walk out I couldn't believe what he just said. Thankfully Dean was nose deep in the map still to see what just happened.

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