|Worlds Of No Fun
Author: Chloe Winchester PM
Dean and Lauren's first date turns into a nightmare when a ghost from a theme park tries to get Dean for herself. Mild Hurt!Dean. Hotness as usual. I'm an R&R junkie! Just a mental note. Sequel to Forget Me NotRated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Romance - Dean W. - Chapters: 10 - Words: 11,941 - Reviews: 39 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 06-06-08 - Published: 05-23-08 - Status: Complete - id: 4273591
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--Hey guys! My psychotic mind and came up with another one! N-joy!! : ) --
I don't want to go out with this guy. I really don't. When I gave him my number I didn't actually think he would call me back. I gotta be careful and not underestimate this guy. He was cute and everything but...you couldn't get close to someone in this line of work. It just, well, didn't work. People get hurt and I know that. I was raised to know that.
I had to start hunting when I was six. I tried so hard to be better than my sister, Lindsay. It never worked. Lindsay always did better, even when she didn't she got more praise than me. The first demon I exorcised went unnoticed. Mom and Dad swooned over Lindsay every chance they got. But I knew who Lindsay really was. She killed things that weren't hurting anyone. She killed animals for no reason. She was evil. I knew that too.
Then Mom and Dad died. Damn vampires. Things got a helluva lot worse for me. Lindsay tried to boss me around. I didn't take her crap. I kicked her ass. She never tried to tell me what to do again.
My father had been the best hunter in the U.S. at the time. He taught me and Lindsay everything, but I paid attention. After he died I got ahold of his and Mom's journals. And learned more. Things they would have never told us. Lindsay stopped hunting with me when I was ten. She'd go off and do her own thing, I'd hunt and kick ass with no back-up. I realize hunting at ten is very young, I know that hopefully you do, but I did. Most of the things I killed out of luck. Pure luck. I believe in angels because of my jacked up childhood.
Yes I saw Lindsay all the time. She'd come back home whenever she could. She'd harp on my ass because I wasn't out and looking for hunts, I stayed home and waited for them to come to me. I was fourteen, she was sixteen. I couldn't pull off a fake I.D. like she could. I told her to bug me in two years.
The last hunt she took me on ended in the worst possible way. She was killed by some guy who thought she was a demon. I almost killed him but found I didn't have Lindsay's mean streak. So I knocked him out and cremated my sister. I've been on my own since then.
That was nine years ago. I lost everyone to hunting and I wasn't about to get close to anyone and let it happen again. And my entire life I had a secret. I'm psychic. I see past, present, and future. But it's never good. I only see pain, suffering, the stuff they leave out of the history books. I've had these visions since I was little. I thought I would grow out of them. Apparently I won't.
So I left my parents house when Lindsay died. I headed to Alabama, I had heard the vamps that killed my parents were there. I found Daniel's bar, named after Charlie Daniels of course, and within that bar I found a family.
Jill and her twin brother Jack own the bar, it still makes me laugh hysterically that someone actually named their kids Jack and Jill. Jill has long blond hair, green eyes, and will kick your ass in a second. Jack was the same, except his hair was short. They're twenty-seven and business is booming. Shawn keeps the place under control. And he is about the coolest old guy I've ever met. Like Sam Elliot cool. Actually he kind of looks like him too.
The bartender Tracy and all of the other waitresses are kick ass, but they're more like Coyote Ugly. They let me work there when I'm in town to earn a couple extra bucks. Credit card fraud can only go so far.
I bought an apartment down here, keep maitenance on it when I'm gone, pay the bills online, and I stop in when I need a break. This was the closest thing I had to home in a long time.
That's where I met him. God what was his name? David or Dan...Dean! That's it, Dean. He's supposed to be here...
Knock, knock, knock.
Speak of the devil. I thought. I walked to the door and pull it open.
He had that same cocky smile he had at the bar. Black T-shirt, jeans with holes in them, bad boy vibe radiating from him...
If only Daddy could see me now. I had to admit, when I said he was cute earlier, I lied. He is sexy as hell! Though the cockiness gets on my nerves...like a lot.
"Hey," He said. His deep, velvety voice still gave me goosebumps.
Don't fall in. Keep your wits about you. This guy has a lot to prove to you. Stay focused.
"Hi." I said, grabbing my purse. "So where are we goin' again?" He smiled slyly.
"Not tellin'." He said. I rolled my eyes.
"Wow don't I feel juvenile." I said sarcastically. I walked past him and out the door, closing my own door. He followed me shortly after as I flounced down the hallway and out the front doors. I saw my car, the prettiest Chevelle I had ever seen and the only thing I inherrited from Mom. A black Impala was parked next to it. Also beautiful. I mean really friggin gorgeous.
Who the hell does that belong to? I wondered. I turned to Dean.
"Who's car are we takin' mine or yours?" I asked. Dean walked over to the Impala.
"Mine." He grinned. I stopped my jaw from dropping. "Which car's yours?" He asked. I patted the hood of my Chevelle. His smile broadened. "Oh my god are you serious?" He asked. I nodded. "Wow you're awesome." He said. I smiled.
"That beautiful piece of machinery yours?" I asked, gesturing to the car. Dean nodded. "What is it? '67 Impala? And that better be leather interior." I said. Dean laughed.
"Nothin but." He said. He opened the passenger side door and let me in. I noted the gesture. He got in and started the car, engine purring. I smiled. He flicked a dial on the radio and the car was instantly filled with music.
"Welcome to the jungle. We got fun and games..." Dean grinned and tapped his hand on the steering wheel. I sang along, not thinking anything of it. I sang all the time.
"Whoa." Dean said. I stopped and looked at him.
"What?" I asked. He shook his head.
"Nothin'...damn." He said.
"What?" I asked loudly. He laughed.
"You can sing." He said. I shrugged.
"Yeah and..?" He shook his head. I looked at him again. He looked at me. His eyes are greener than Ireland on St. Patrick's Day. I had a feeling about this guy. Whether it was good or bad...well the day was still young.
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