Seven Songs of Sam Series

Deer in the Headlights

Met a girl in the parking lot,

And all I did was say hello.

Her pepper spray made it rather hard

For me to walk her home,

But I guess that's the way it goes.

I sat in the passenger seat of the Impala, my lap top sitting on my knees as I scanned yet another site full of bogus lore. With a sigh I glanced up at the dive bar the car was parked in front of. Dean was in there getting drunk off his ass and flirting with some blond while I was sitting out here actually doing work. Typical.

The door swung open and a younger woman came stumbling out, her arm around the shoulders of a sober looking woman. My breath caught in my throat as I looked at her. She was taller, with gorgeous hair, and a nice figure. A figure that was currently struggling to hold up her friend. The obviously drunk one went completely limp, and her friend barely managed to catch her before she hit the ground. Dragging her to a near by street lamp, she placed the unconscious girl down and glanced around.

Climbing from the car my made my way over to her to see if I could be of any assistance. As I got closer and she still hadn't turned around or noticed that I was there I figured I should announce my presence so as not to startle her.

"Hello-" My greeting was cut short by my scream as her pepper spray hit me directly in the face. The burning in my eyes only got worse as I pressed the heals of my hands to them. "What the hell?!?"

"What do you want?" Her voice was cold and hard, yet held a melodic tone to it.

"I was going to see if you needed any help getting your friend home," I blinked my eyes open slowly and tried really hard to focus through the tears. She stood tall, back straight, legs lose, pepper spray still in hand. She was defiantly in a defensive stance.

"I'm fine, thank you." Her hateful gaze wavered for half a second, but the walls were put back up so fast I wondered if they were even down in the first place. A groan from her friend had her stepping back and kneeling down, her eyes never leaving me for a second.

"How much has she had to drink?" I wondered aloud, eyes still burning but slowly getting better.

"Barely any, we'd only been in there for a few minutes when some jerk roofied her." Anger welled in me at the thought of that happening to anyone, but I found myself more concerned for her then her friend. A blue car pulled up to the curb, and a tall man climbed from the drivers side.

"Hey Y/n, this man giving you any trouble?" His eyes swept over me, and I tried to smile to show that I meant no harm. I probably looked like a wounded moose more then anything with the pepper spray still burning slightly. I notice he glanced at Y/n, what a beautiful name, with pride when he noticed the can in her hand and the swelling of my face.

"No, he actually wanted to help." The shock in her voice and on her face left me feeling sad that she had lost so much faith in humanity. "Carl's still in there though, and he probably still has drugs on him."

"Okay. Let's get sis in the car then I'll go take care of him."

Sensing that I wasn't wanted there I walked away slowly, my vision still blurry. By the time I made it back to the Impala the little blue car had sped away. I let out a sigh, slumping against the chevy. I didn't believe in love at first sight, did I? But I had a feeling that her face, lit by the bar lights behind her, wouldn't be leaving my mind for a long time.

Tell me again was it love at first sight

When I walked by and you caught my eye.

Didn't you know love could shine this bright?

Well smile because you're the deer in the headlights.

***

Met a girl with a graceful charm,

But when beauty met the beast he froze.

Got the sense I was not her type

By black eye and bloody nose,

But I guess that's the way it goes.

Dean groaned and slipped some sunglasses on as we stood from the Impala. I slammed my door, knowing that it would annoy him twice as much when he was hungover.

"Damn it Sammy, can't you be a little nice?"

"Sorry Dean, I just couldn't pass up the opportunity." I shrugged and tried not to laugh as he straightened his suit. We both made our way into a quaint little antique store, ready to ask about the murders happening in town. While Dean was waiting impatiently at the counter I was looking around the store. As I walked past one of the windows I saw Y/n walk by outside. With out thinking I ran from the store, placing a hand on her shoulder to stop her. Recognition showed on her face, right before her fist hit my face.

"Why are you following me?"

"I wasn't! I just saw you, and wanted to see if you were okay since last night." She hit me again, this time I had no clue why she did. I could feel the bruise forming around my eye, and when I pulled my hand away from my face it was cover in the blood that was dripping from my nose. "What was that for?"

"I think your lying. No man ever cares bout anyones well being that much. Unless he's a cop. And sometimes even those don't." I started laughing, and that defiantly wasn't the best choice in what to do next, as she raised her hand to hit me again. I caught her fist mid air with one hand and pulled out my fake FBI badge with the other. Her eyes grew wide as she took a step back.

"Oh my god, I just punched a fed,"

"Yeah, nice jab by the way." I touched the flesh around my eye gently, Y/n flinching more then I did.

"I'm so sorry," She whispered, her hand coving her mouth.

"It's fine, really, you didn't kn-" A loud crash came from the antique store, causing me to remember Dean and the hunt. I was running back into the store moments later, seeing Dean on the floor with a ghost standing over him with a vase.

Pulling my gun from my belt I shot of a round of silver bull-its into it, glad when it dispersed into the air. Grabbing Dean by one arm I hoisted him up and ran for the door, almost running over Y/n.

"What was that?" Fear was the first emotion other then hatred I had seen from her.

"Um, I have no answer to that." Just then the ghost reappeared, swinging a coat rack at Y/n. I dropped Dean and threw myself forward. Twisting so that I wouldn't land on top of her I fired my gun again. "Get out, now," I yelled, pushing her to the door.

She ran, pausing a few steps from the door to turn back and start pulling on Dean who was starting to regain consciousness. She slung his arm around her shoulders and stumbled the few steps to the door. I followed behind her, keeping my gun ready in case the ghost returned again. Y/n was till supporting Dean, and at the same time pulling the keys from his pocket and unlocking the car. She shoved him into the back seat unceremoniously and then threw the keys to me before climbing in the passenger side.

"Whoa, hold up, who are you?" Dean asked, his own gun unsteady in his hands.

"The person who just helped save you. Now I don't know what the hell that thing was, but it wasn't human, and there's no way I'm letting you guys just leave with out explaining it. Drive." Her words spit fire, and her eyes held stubbornness. There was no way I would be able to change her mind.

"Okay." I twisted the key in the ignition and pulled the Impala away from the curb, headed back to the hotel.

Tell me again was it love at first sight

When I walked by and you caught my eye.

Didn't you know love could shine this bright?

If life was a game, you would never play nice.

If love was a beam, you'd be blind in both eyes.

Put your sunglasses on 'cause you're a deer in the headlights.