Talisman SN-Part Three 11/30/07 ~complete~
Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 11:20 pm
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AN:Hey all! It's been a whole year since I posted the last part of RTG and I'm still not ready to put Handful of Ashes out there but my muse took me hostage after watching some Dean Winchester. Hope you like.
Disclaimer: I don't own it, if I did Dean would never see the light of day outside my place. Somebody else owns the show and the characters..lucky bastards. I just take them and gently use them.
Summary: Where did Dean get that ring? Here's my take, hope it's not lame.
All he wanted to do was have a beer in peace, maybe watch a little boob tube and zone out since finding an accommodating woman on a night like this was a dicey thing at best. In his experience only the truly desperate or the desperately employed were out on a stormy night with high winds.
Maybe it had to do with the rain melting their makeup or the wind wrecking their "do". Whatever. Point was he'd rather be just about anywhere as long as it didn’t involve a musty hotel room with game shows blaring on the one channel they were getting on the rabbit eared TV and the corn chips reek of his brother's feet.
It was one thing to ignore the ripeness of your own body; it was the reality of the unending road trip that was his life. Besides a lot of chicks dig that man-musk smell. That could be hot. But it was another thing going when it involved the forced proximity of your killjoy kid brother and his girly "let's reconnect" sessions during the commercials. So not hot.
"So where did you get that ring Dean?" The question had him looking at the wide silver band on his right hand. He never took it off and apparently the boredom of their evening in and nothing on the motel TV had exhausted all other methods of distracting his brother from the quality family time that normal people took care of around the dinner table.
Dean looked up for a stray lightening bolt to strike him down. Nothing fatal but he could really go for a mild electrical injury...ah no, on second though his heart probably couldn't take another of those. But a tree falling into the room would be fine with him...as long as there were no injuries that would prevent him from getting some female attention at the next hopefully storm-free stop.
*I'm so cold.*
"It's nothing Sammy." He muttered pulled from his memories back to their room with take out and game shows. Same weather outside though...
"Come on Dean it's not really your kind of thing, it's not a family heirloom or a talisman against rabid dust bunnies under the bed but you never take it off. Why're you so attached to it?"
*I want you to have this...*
"Seriously Sammy, it's just a ring. Leave it alone."
"Dean...” The rest of what he was going to say was drowned out by a deafening roll of thunder. It brought back memories of a girl, a hunt and another stormy night five years ago, things he didn't let himself think about too often.
It wasn't the first time his dad had sent him out alone, but there was a whole lot more distance between them this time than ever before. There'd be no source of backup on this job, he was really flying solo now.
With Sam at university the Winchesters were stretched to the max trying to keep the supernatural bad guys thinned out. He thought necessity had more to do with this lone wolf assignment than a higher level of trust from his dad. Whatever the old man's reasoning Dean was determined not to disappoint him.
John was sending him out after a killer who'd already taken out two grown men. They were being taken from jogs, evening's out with the guys or late night drives home and then left on the beach without a mark on them. His dad had noticed a pattern up and down the coast of men going missing every thirty years or so. So when this came up it had rung a few bells and Dean was dispatched to check into the most recent outbreak.
One drowning in a beach town isn't unusual, but three in the space of a week, the last washing up the morning he'd arrived, raised more than a few eyebrows. All the guys were locals, in good shape but had no reason to be in the water. And one was last seen with a "sweet curvy blonde" as the friend of the last victim had said. The place was crawling with local police and there was talk of the Feds showing up the next day.
It took him all day talking to the victims families and a solid hour charming the receptionist at the morgue into drinking enough Mr.Pibbs to make a restroom run so he could get a look at the ME's reports. Finally he'd gotten as much as he could from the reports and felt like a drink to unwind, maybe find some company to shake the sheets with.
He asked the front desk clerk about a bar nearby and the guy was decent enough to point him to one called the Slippery Mermaid. Scored a look at a cute red headed waitress as soon as he walked in but kept his appreciation to a flirty smile and quick look until he'd got a good look at the available distractions to be had. Never hurt to keep your options open and scope out all the exits in case of an emergency.
Waitress, coed, coed..a married woman with her ring off looking for some action...hell no. She might be a lonely divorcee, huge plus on her side. But he'd be better off passing if the white strip of flesh from long wear of a wedding band wasn't a lot more faded than being visible from all the way down the bar. An encounter with an enraged husband was definitely not on the agenda tonight. Nope, give him a soul sucking monster any time.
Then he saw her. Quiet little thing sitting at the end of the bar just taking in the room with her head in her hand. She set herself apart from the other girls in the room by not trying to be sexy though her curves showed up fine in her wispy light blue dress. Her long hair and sweet smile said she was a romantic but her clear gaze and slow stroking of the beveled surfaces of her wine glass said she was a bit of a sensualist. Well he could work with that.
Dean put on his best "I think you're sexy" smile and ambled over to the flavor of the night. Tonight he'll be a writer. He could say he's looking for a little inspiration for a love scene with a beautiful witness for his main character while the guy's on the hunt for a serial killer. The ladies loved the artistic type and he wouldn't be tripped up by lack of technical knowledge.
Like that girl in Oklahoma who caught him out with his lack of knowledge about the racing circuit when he claimed to be a pit mechanic. Freakin' Texas Motor Speedway, who the hell thought there'd be a major race track outside Denton? Good thing she was more interested in his ability to get her engine running rather than being the genuine racing article. Damn he was good.
Back to the lady at hand he opened his mouth to deliver an opening line only to be cut off by the lead character in tonight's bedroom scene.
"I hope you're coming over here to invite me somewhere else." She had a great sexy voice, a little husky like she was a screamer. Please Lord let her be a screamer. Wait a sec…
"Well the wine's not that good and I have no interest in a long game of chess to pass the evening. I'd rather we spent the night trying to keep the chill off. Preferably naked in your bed."
Dean blinked at her directness and looked around for the candid camera crew. He wasn’t coyote ugly material but most girls made him work a little harder to get them horizontal. There she was though holding out her hand and steadily at him with solemn grey-green eyes. Well different as this might be he wasn’t the kind of guy to leave a pretty girl out in the cold.
I know it's just a teaser..but I'll write the end more quickly if my muse is bribed with cookies..or reviews. See ya soon!