Rachel pulled the Mustang up to the curb in front of Charlie's house at 7:00 am the next morning. Glancing in the rearview mirror she saw Dean pull the Impala up behind her. Looking over at the passenger steat at Charlie, she saw how tired and puffy the small blond looked from the night of unrest.
The three hunters had returned to the hotel past midnight with bloody faces and so many scratches from broken mirror glass they coundn't be counted. They cleaned eachother with paroxided and bandaged the bad ones. Besides bad headaches and queezy stomachs from Mary's attack on them, they hadn't suffered any real damange. They would live to fight other demons and ghoulies it seemed.
Getting out of the car Rachel looked back to see Sam and Dean do the same. She saw Dean's right hand wrapped in gauze as he closed the door. Rachel remembered the moment when she had been covering Dean's nuckle's with the bandage. Tehy were bleeding from the swing he'd thrown at the cop. As she was cleaning the last of the blood away she'd looked up and met his hazel gaze. After a second he'd smiled slightly at her. His beautiful full mouth curved up at the corners in a silent 'thank you'. She coundn't help but smile back. Looking back down she'd finished smoothing the med-tape over his skin and got up to dispose of the bloody rags.
They'd slept for a few hours then. Then packed their things and taking both their cars, came here to drop Charlie off. The hunt was over. The people here where safe from Mary. Nothing lwft to do now but say good-bye. The thought saddened rachel more than she wanted to admit.
"So this is really over?" Charlie asked as they all converged by Rachel's car.
"Yeah, it's over." dean acknowledged.
"Thank you all." Charlie said, he voice almost shaking. "I can't thank you all enough..."
With that she burst into tears. Covering her mouth her hand, her narrow shoulders shook. Sam went to her and wrapped her in his arms, the tiny blond all but dissapeared under his tall frame. When she'd controled herself to some extent , she pulled away from Sam's embrace and wiped her eyes with her fingers.
"Charlie?" Sam called to her when she turned away. She turned back to look at the three hunters who's saved her life. "Your boyfriend's death…you really should try to forgive yourself. No matter what you did, you probably couldn't have stopped it. Sometimes bad things just happen."
Charlie just smiled sadly. Then turned to walk toward her house again.
After she'd gone in, Rachel turned to Sam. Meeting his eyes.
"That's good advice, Sam" She said.
He just looked at her for a second. His eyes sad for her as well as himself.
"You too. Rach." He said softly.
They just stared at one another then. Both understanding the meaning of their words without having to say it.
"Take care of your self. Ok?" He said finally.
She smiled. "You, too. Sammy."
They hugged tightly. Tears stung her eyes but she pushed them down befor they could really surface. She was going to miss him. After pulling away she saw Sam look over at his brother who was leaning against Rachel's car with his hand in the pockets of his jeans.
"I'm gonna wait in the car." Sam announced and walked off.
Dean stood there after Sam left watching Rachel. She turned toward him with her arms folded across her chest, he long black hair blew slightly in the breeze and he was captivated by how beautiful he found the sight.
"So where you headed?" He asked her.
She shrugged. "Dunno. Can't stay here that's for sure. We beat up two cops last night and trashed a mirror store. It's time to get outta Dodge."
He smiled and met her eyes.They where so green and clear in the bright morning sun he thought for a moment that they didn't look real.
"Listen, you did good. Thank you." He said.
She smirked and let out a tiny chuckle. She shook her head slightly, her eyes amused.
"Your an arrogant son-of-abitch, Dean Winchester. But I'll take your approval over your sarcasm any day." She said.
Smiling back at her he gave her a shrug of his own.
"Aw come on. You know you love it." He said.
She contemplated him for a moment, tuning her head slightly to the side.
"Tell you what. The next time we meet up out there, if you give me any lip I'm gonna make that lip nice and fat for your trouble." She said.
He got serious then. "Next time?"
"Hey you never know." She said. "We happened to both be here at the same time, whose to say it won't happen again one day. Would that be so bad?"
Their eyes met and held on that. He realized what she was doing. Her words betrayed the fact that saying good-bye was hard for her. So in not so many words, she was saying 'See you later'. He found that that's what he wanted to do as well. Betrayed also was the fact that she was probably just as attracted to him as he was to her and that's why 'see you later' was easier. He was surprised when the idea appealed to him greatly.
"No. It wouldn't be so bad at all." He admitted.
After another moment of silence he smiled at her. She smiled back.
"See you later, Rachel." He said and pushed off of the car.
"See you later, Dean." She said.
Sam and Dean drove as the morning wore on. Sam was waiting for the right moment to ask Dean the question that had been hanging in the air since they'd left Rachel. And he'd finally decided that now was better than any other time.
"So you think we'll ever see her again?"
Dean was silent. His eyes never leaving the road. "Who's to say." Was all he said after a moment.
"Admit it, Dean. Your gonna miss her." Sam said trying to extract anything Dean would give.
"No more then I'll miss Charlie. Or any one else we come across on a hunt then leave behind." He said.
"She's not just a case we left behind, Dean." Sam argued. "She's a hunter just like us. I wouldn't be surprised if this wasn't the last we saw of her. How do you feel about that?"
Once again Dean was silent. Pretending to concentrate on the road. Sam knew that his brother was somewhat smitten with this beautiful hunter they'd found and that he wished too that one day soon they'd see and hunt together again.
"Give it up Sam. I know what your trying to get out of me and it's not going to work. Hunter's are everywhere and some times you cross path's. Most of the time you don't. I don't expect to ever see her again and neither should you." Dean said.
Sam knew that was the end of the conversation so he decided to keep quite and let Dean drive. But even though Dean said the words Sam believed not one word of it.
Finally on the highway,Rachel was comforted with the blacktop beneith her tired once again. She tried not to think about Sam or Dean but found that she couldn't help it. Sam was probably the sweetest guy she'd ever met, she decided. A good hunter who had just as much on her plate as she did. Dean was probably the biggest asshole she'd ever met and she found that she probably wouldn't respect him as much if he was any different.
She smiled to her self as she thought about his beautiful eyes looking at her like he knew the hot shit that he was.
She was glad to be away from him.
Temptation like that was not something she needed right now. And Dean Winchester was just that. Temptation.
Her cell phone started ringing. Glancing at it quickly, she turned the radio on to drown out the ringing. Her mothers number was on the caller ID. She couldn't answer it. Maby soon. But not now.
Author's note: Ok people. here it is. The last chapter in "Dean's True Love? Bloody Mary, Rachel's Intro." I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I felt so stupid with this whole concept and almost didn't post it. But you've all reacted to it better than I ever could have hoped and gave me the encouragement through your great exeptance of it to keep Rachel alive and continue to write about her and her expirience with the boys. I have a lot planned for Rachel and Dean and I just wanted to say thank you to all of you because I feel that I can write it all down now and share it. The next time they meet it's going to be in "Scarecrow." Keep an eye out for it and I'll see you all on the boards.