I'm not a Winchester

(6)

We got another case after being at the bunker for about a week. I was at a small local record store when Dean called and said I needed to be back asap. I bought what I had and went back.
"There's something killing people in New Mexico, about 75 miles south of Albuquerque. I think it might be a witch." Sam explained when I walked into the warroom.
"The case is in New Mexico?" I asked, hoping I hadn't heard him right. He nodded. "I don't want to go."
"What? Why not?" Dean asked.
"Because I don't. Socorro is a crappy town, Dean. If anything is killing them its probably people." I half-assed an explanation. He looked surprised.
"We didn't tell you the name of the town was Socorro." He stated. I scoffed and told him I still didn't want to go. "Its not about what you want, sweetheart, its about more people dying." He argued. I rolled my eyes.
"Danny, we need you to go. You're the only one who speaks spanish, and we'll probably need that." Sam compromised. I can't say no to him, he's too nice.
"Okay, fine." I threw my arms up. "But if this goes south its not my fault."
"Good, we leave in an hour." Sam said and dismissed us. I went to my room and packed all of my stuff. Before I left to put it in the car, I grabbed my picture of Rian and me and threw it in. I grabbed the keys to one of the cars in the garage.
"I'm driving." I told Dean. He looked at me and smirked.
"Only if you're sitting in my lap. You're not driving baby." He laughed.
"No, I'm not. There's a blue '67 mustang in there! I'm driving that to NM." I smiled. Dean shrugged and said okay.
"But if you have to stop for anything you should probably use the radio and talk to me." He added. "We can trade Sam around." I almost squealed in excitement and ran out to put my bag in the beautiful car. After backing it out of the driveway and parking it next to Baby I got out and started grabbing other stuff we'd need.
"I'm taking books." I said as Sam took his bags out to the car. He nodded and I grabbed some things about witches along with some of the books I had the other day about psychology. I shoved them in a backpack along with some food from the kitchen and we hit the road. Sam rode with me first.
"You're lucky, Dean never let's me take a separate car." Sam said after driving for about 10 minutes.
"You ask, I didn't." I laughed. I had a shoebox of the various cds and tapes I bought at the record store on the backseat. "Here, pull out the Issues album." I instructed him and tossed the box into his lap. He did as told and put it in the stereo.
"When did you buy all of these?"
"This morning." I said as I skipped to the song I wanted. "Yeah I would wake up next to you if I could. And I would stare straight past them all to you." I started singing along. Sam just kind of gave me an awkward stare.
I could never say it like I sing it. Drunk talent cause we're fading. But I'll be the first to say. The song continued. I started dancing in my seat a little. I love this song. "You could be my mistake. I know I want it but I can't stay. I can't stop thinking it." I continued to sing along to it.
"Its scary how alike you and Dean are." Sam admitted when I stopped singing.
"What? We're like, total opposites." I told him, glancing at him.
"No you're not." He laughed.
"Whatever." I shrugged and kept singing. A few hours later, Sam went to Dean's car and I drove on my own for a while.
When we got to Socorro, we pulled into the first hotel Dean saw. I got out to stretch my legs while Dean went in to get a room. Sam walked over to me and we were talking about random things.
"Danny? Is that you?" I heard someone behind me. I turned around and saw one of my old best friends behind me.
"Hey, Mickey! How are you?" I smiled and hugged her.
"I'm good! Still working at the vet's. What are you doing now?" She questioned.
"I'm uh, traveling. With two guys I met. This is Sam and Dean is inside." I explained awkwardly. Sam shook her hand and Dean came out of the office.
"What happened to traveling with the other guy?"
"It didn't work out." I said shortly. "Well, we've been driving almost all day, I should go. Call me sometime." I politely dismissed us and she left. We went and parked out by our room before getting in Baby and going to the grocery store.
"So, what's Mickey doing in the same town as us?" Dean asked as we walked down the liquor isle.
"She lives here." I answered.
"Did you live here?" Sam asked from behind Dean. I grabbed a case of beer and put it in our cart.
"Once upon a time." I replied. We went and got in the checkout isle. Another guy I knew, Trent, was the clerk. I took a deep breath, this is why I didn't want to come.
"Danny! Hey, you haven't been around for a while. Where'd you end up?" Trent asked as he scanned our items.
"Oh, you know, everywhere." I faked a smile. He nodded and started bagging things. I paid and Sam loaded our bags into the cart while Dean just stood there, curious.
"You know, Mike is having a party tonight. There'll be tons of shots and lot of..." he glanced at Sam and Dean, then tapped on his wrist, "bottles, you know. If you want to come." He winked at me, leaning toward me. I rolled my eyes.
"Not a chance. I'm here on business." I said over my shoulder and walked away.
"Who was that?" Dean asked, a tinge of jealousy in his voice.
"Trent. Don't worry about him. He's never hurt anyone." I told the boys. We loaded our stuff up and went back to the hotel.
The next day, the Winchesters were going to the police station while I went to the funeral home. I hated it, but I had to wear a black dress that I had. I can't stand wearing dresses. After putting it on, I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. My hair was half up with curls that went past my shoulders. I found some diamond earrings that I hadn't worn in ages and paired the dress with black heels.
"Hey, can someone zip this up?" I called to the boys, barely opening the bathroom door. I tugged uncomfortably at the dress as Dean walked up behind me.
"Zip?" He asked, gently putting his hand on my back and gently tugging the zipper up to cover the skin that was showing. When he was done I pushed my hair back behind my shoulders and turned around. Sam stood up when he saw me and both boys just stared.
"Do I look that bad?" I asked, feeling insecurity hit me. I tugged at my dress again. It went just above my knees, so it was longer than my shorts. So why does it feel like its too short? And why do I just want to rip it off and change into the clothes I usually wear?
"No. No, you look... you look amazing." Sam answered. I gave him a small smile and pulled on the top part of it again.
"Don't pull on it, you look fine." Dean said.
"Yeah well I just can't wait to change out of it. I hate dresses." I responded. We left and I went to the funeral home. It didn't take long to get the information I needed and head back out to my car. Mike's party should be going on. Maybe I should stop by? A few hits wouldn't kill me, right? I opened my wallet and looked at the white wristband I had saved in it.

~Dean
Sam and I walked into the police station and introduced ourselves under our fake FBI names.
"Ah, I recognize you guys. You were riding around with Danny Warstone, right?" Sherriff Brown asked, leading us back to his records. "Is she in some kind of trouble?"
"Actually, sir, we're here about the recent murders, not Ms. Warstone." Sam said.
"Why would she be in trouble?" I asked, suddenly curious as to what he knew about her. She wouldn't tell me anything about her past, I have to find out somehow, right?
"She didn't tell you?" Brown asked and I shook my head. "I was actually quite surprised to see her here, especially if you're FBI. I can show you her files if you want." He offered.
"Yes. Please. In addition to the newest murder case." I told him. He went into the files to get the papers we wanted.
"Dean, what are you doing? Danny wouldn't like this." Sam asked, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"She could be in trouble if she wasn't supposed to be back here, Sam. Besides, we need to know who we're working with." I stated. Brown brought us the papers.
"I have to say, I never fully understood why she was like that. Her parents got called in a few times about endangerment but she'd never admit to it. Last time she was here she was running around with that Tenner kid, Rian, I think." He told us before we left and went back to the motel. Sam took the murder files while I dug through Danny's file.
"Jesus Christ." I mumbled to myself and shut the file before I was done. Sam picked it up and gave me the murder files.
"Arrested on 8 counts of ketamine possession, 3 DUI. Her parents aren't dead? I thought she told us they were?" Sam read it out loud.
"She didn't ever talk about them. Or the drugs. Keep reading, that Rian guy and more counts with drugs show up more than a few times." I sighed, running my hand over my face.
"She ran away more than once. Pulled guns out on people. This is quite the rap sheet." He continued, flipping through the 13 pages of offenses on Danny's record. "Should we be letting her hunt? I mean, this is some pretty messed up stuff."
"She's a good kid, Sammy. If we were interviewed by a therapist at that age we wouldn't have been perfect either. I know she's good." I told him. He put the file down in front of me. Just looking at it made me mad. She could've told us.

~Danny
I got back to the motel and saw the boys looking through files. Sam had a few next to him and Dean was just staring at one. I looked over his shoulder and saw my mugshot.
"Where did you get that?" I asked, unable to stop the waver in my voice. Dean stood up and held it in front of him.
"Anything you want to tell us about?" He asked. I shook my head. "Danny, we know. About everything. If you have anything to say for yourself now is the time to say it." He told me. I could feel myself shaking.
"I-I'm clean now, none of that matters." I said, more to myself than him.
"Bullshit! Is this why you didn't want to come here? You didn't want us to find out you've been shooting that crap into your veins, is that it?" He yelled, grabbing my arm and looking for any fresh needle marks. I yanked my arm from his grip and backed up. He was starting to scare me.
"Why the hell would you do that? Your parents didn't hit you, your boyfriend didn't use you. What the fuck wouldn't you tell us for?!" He continued to yell. I heard Sam tell him to calm down behind me. It didn't seem to help.
"I didn't tell you because I was still trying to recover! Everyone here knows me as a junkie." I yelled back and ran outside. I went out into the parking lot and tried to catch my breath. In a moment of rage, I punched the wall next to me. I eventually just sat down where I was, tears streaming down my cheeks. I didn't care if I got the stupid dress dirty.