Deanna Winchester (Grease x Spn fanfic) Danny Zuko Love Story

Chapter 1

Deanna's POV
Right now I am on my way to Stanford to get my brother. I know he probably won't want to come but.. it's worth a try! As soon as I get to Stanford and find his place I sneak in. Suddenly I'm tackled to the ground and I know exactly who tackled me.. yep you guessed it the one and only... SAM WINCHESTER!

We began fighting but I got him pinned to the ground and he saw it was me "Woah easy tiger" I said "Deanna?" He asked and I laughed "You scared the crap out of me!" He exclaimed "That's 'cause you're out of practice." I said and Sam then grabbed my hand and yanks, slamming his heel into my back and then I fell to the floor. "Or not." I said. Sam taps me twice where he is holding me. "Get off of me" I said and Sam rolls to his feet helping me up. "What the hell are you doing here" he asked. "Well, I was looking for a beer" I said.

I put my hands on Sam's shoulders, shake him once, and let go. "What the hell are you doing here" he asked again "Okay. Alright. We gotta talk." I said "Uh, the phone" he questioned "If I called would you have picked up?" I asked but just then a group of 5(?) guys walked in and one of the guys turned on the light "Sam" one of them questioned and we turned to look at them in unison "Oh uh.. Deanna these are some of my college friends this is Danny, Kennicky, Sonny, Putzie, and Doody (I don't know how to spell their names) guys this is my sister Deanna." "It's nice to meet you" I said and I felt lots of eyes looking me up and down. "Guys" said Sam "Sorry. It's nice to meet you too" said they guy I now realized is Danny. "Anyways I need to borrow my brother for a moment" I said but Sam said "No. Whatever you have to say to me you can say to them as well." he said "Do they know about the family business" I questioned making sure not to say too much in case they didn't. "Yes" he said "Okay. Well that changes things. Dad's on a hunting trip and he hasn't been home for a few days" I explained and they followed me outside after they changed into actual clothes.

(In this Sam doesn't have a problem with leaving and neither do his friends)

"What was he hunting" Sam asked as I opened the trunk of the impala then the spare-tire compartment to reveal lots of weapons. "Alright, let's see, where the hell did I put that thing" I asked myself. Sam then asked "So when dad left, why didn't you go with him" "I was working my own gig. This, uh, Voodoo thing, down in New Orleans" I explained "Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself" Sam said and I turned to face him and the others to see them with wide eyes and gaping mouths. "I'm twenty-six, dude" I said and then pull some papers out of a folder. "All right, here  we go. So Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago, this guy." I said and handed him a paper for himself and the boys to look at. "They found his car, but he vanished. Completely MIA" I said.  
The paper is a printout of an article from the Jericho Herald, headlined "Centennial Highway Disappearance" and dated Sept. 19th 2005; it has a man's picture, captioned "Andrew Carey MISSING". Sam and the boys read it and glance up. "So maybe he was kidnapped."said Sam "Yeah. Well here's another one in April." I said and toss down another Jericho Herald article for each date I mention. "Another one in December 'oh-four, 'oh-three, 'ninety-eight, 'ninety-two, ten of them over the past twenty years." I told them taking the article back from Sam and the rest of the stack putting them in the folder. "All men, all the same five-mile stretch of road" I said and then pull a bag out of another part of the arsenal.

"It started happening more and more, so Dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. I hadn't heard from him since, which is bad enough." I then grab a handheld tape recorder. "Then I get this voicemail yesterday" I then press play. The recording is staticky and the signal was clearly breaking up.  "Deanna...something big is starting to happen...I need to try and figure out what's going on. It may... Be very careful, Deanna. We're all in danger." I then press stop. "You know there's EVP on that?" Sam asked "Not bad, Sammy. Kinda like riding a bike, isn't it?" I said and Sam shakes his head while the other boys chuckle a little "All right. I slowed the message down, I ran it through a gold wave, took out the hiss, and this is what I got." I explained what I did and then press play again. "I can never go home..." said a woman's voice and I press stop "Never go home." Said Sam repeating it and after a lot of persuading Sam finally agrees to go and then the boys spoke in unison "We're coming with you" "No you're not" said Sam "Even if you do go with us we all can't fit in the impala" I said "We will drive my car" said Kennicky "And that also solves the first part. Sam if you say we can't go what makes you think we won't just drive behind you and follow the impala" said Danny "..Fine" he said and they left to pack. When they came back out we began talking again "Okay so I will drive the impala and Sam you can ride with me" I said and Sam put his bag in the car "Do you mind if one of us rides with you" asked Danny "Why not" I said and got in the impala with Sam sitting in the passenger seat while I am in the driver seat. Just they Danny gets in the backseat and I began driving with the others behind us. 

After driving for a while I pull up at the gas station and hop out. A few minutes later I came out carrying junk food and Sam is sitting in the shotgun seat with the door open, rifling through a box of tapes. "Hey" I called out to him and Danny "You guys want breakfast" I ask and they shook their heads no "So how'd you pay for that stuff are you and dad still running credit card scams" he asked as he and Danny look at me. "Yeah, Well, hunting isn't exactly a pro ball career" I told him as I put the nozzle back on the pump. "Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards." I said and he ask "Yeah? And what names did you write on the application this time?" As he swung his legs back inside the car and closes the door "Uh, Burt Aframian." I responded getting into the driver seat putting my chips and soda down. "And his daughter Helen. Scored two cards out of the deal." I said closing the door "That sounds about right. I swear, sis, you've gotta update your cassette tape collection." "Why" I asked as Danny was looking at us amused "Well, for one, they're cassette tapes. And two." he then holds up the tapes as he names them "Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica?" I then take the box labeled Metallica from Sam. "It's the greatest hits of mullet rock." "Well, house rules, Sammy." I then popped the tape in the player "Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole." I said and then drop the Metallica box back in the box of tapes and start the engine. "You know, Sammy is a chubby twelve-year-old."
AC/DC's "Back in Black" begins to play. "It's Sam, okay?" He says "Sorry, I can't hear you, the music's too loud." I said and began driving off with Danny laughing and the others following behind us.