Eric and I walked back into the house.
“What’s wrong? No condoms?” Rachel joked.
“Yeah because you used all of them.” I answered “Robbert called”
“Aaaaaaahhh, what did he want?” Rachel asked. I walked over to Dean and grabbed the bottle of beer out of his hand.
“Hey! Why would you do that?!” he said angry.
“Because I need you to be sober” I said turning back to the rest of the group. “Robbert has a vampire problem. The same guy has been at his bar every night, he leaves with blondes and the next day they are dead, sucked dry.”
“Well I take it you have a plan” Jordan said.
“As a matter of fact I do” I grinned “Rachel and Sam, you will enter the bar first. Don’t worry, you are just the backup plan. Dean and I will enter next … as a couple. But Dean is always at the office and I suspect him of cheating. Then Jordan will enter. I go get us some drinks and when I get back Jordan and Dean are kissing.”
“What!” Dean screamed out “I’m not kissing that!”
“Yes you are” I said very calm, ready to continue my story.
“Why do we even need a stupid plan? We can just go in and kill the son of a bitch.” Dean said complaining.
“Yeah because it’s totally cool when you chop someone’s head off, no one will even think about calling the cops.” I said sarcastic. Dean rolled his eyes, but stayed quiet.
“What do I do?” Eric asked.
“Good question. You stay in the car. I need someone outside when things go south.”
“Wait what do you do?” Sam asked.
“I’m bait.”
“What!” Dean screamed. He stood from the chair he was sitting in and walked over to me. “There is no way in hell, that I’m letting you be bait. Why do you have to be the bait?” He said.
“Well the vampire hunts blondes, and I do not see another blond around here. Plus it is my turn to be bait, and after what happened last night I really need to get my adrenaline levels up.” I explained.
“I don’t like this” Dean said as he sat back down.
“Yeah I’ve got a feeling that you don’t like the whole plan” I said.
“I like the first part” Dean mumbled.
“So after your kiss I will get really angry and walk away towards the vamp. I will try to make some kind of conversation and after a while Dean and Jordan walked towards the bathroom. I get really jealous and pull him with towards the bathroom once arrived there Jordan and Dean block the exit and I will cut his head off. Sounds good right?” I finished.
“It actually does, that’s why we leave planning over to you” Jordan said and stood up “I’m going to sharpen my machete”. She gave me a pat on the shoulder and walked out of the room.
“Okay Rachel I need you to teach Dean some dancing” Dean pulled a bitch face but I continued “and both Sam and Dean need different clothes to wear. I’m going to get ready.” With those words I walked towards my room.
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After showering and changing I walked back downstairs. I was wearing a pair of black heels, jeans and a red blouse. My hair hung loose and I had minimal make up on. I came into the living room seeing Dean awkwardly dance with Rachel. Maybe we should skip the dancing part and just sit down in the bar. I turned off the music.
“Why did you do that! I was getting into it!” Dean said.
“Ha! Was that was you getting into dancing?” I said sarcastically.
“Cut him some slack Lola. He improved a lot.” Rachel said.
“Yeah Lola, cut me some slack” Dean said. I rolled my eyes.
“Here take this” I said and gave Dean a pill.
“What is it?” he asked.
“It will take up all the alcohol that you drink” I answered. He looked doubtful at me. “Just take it” I pushed. He slowly brought the pill to his mouth and swallowed it. “Good boy” I said.
“Hey did you see my new outfit” Dean said while he made a twirl. “I look like a rich man ready to go golfing.” I let out a laugh. He did look like that. He was wearing a blue pullover with under it a white blouse, some sophisticated man pants and John Lobb shoes. Those were really expensive by the way and I hope he will not ruin them.
“You know what, I remind me of your father” Dean said
“That’s probably because those are his clothes. I’m surprised they fit.” I said. Then Sam walked in the room.
“Hello my benevolent friend, ready to collaborate on this case together?” Dean said.
Sam laughed. “I didn’t know you knew that word, I always thought your vocabulary did go much further than alcohol and bitches” Sam said.
“Well you are fortuitous that I’m such a well behaved man. Otherwise you wouldn’t evanescent long.” Dean replied to his brother. Sam laughed again.
“I taught him some words” Rachel said.
“Well we need to go, so…” Sam said motioning to the door.
“Yeah just let me get my coat” Rachel said and walked towards the hall.
“Well go get her tiger” Dean said.
“Dean, you know this isn’t a real date right?” Sam said.
“Just go.” Dean and I said at the same time. Sam put his hands up in defence and walked towards Rachel. Dean and I watched as Sam held the door open for Rachel.
“They grow up so fast” I said pretending to be emotional.
“Our little boy is now a man” Dean said and put an arm around me. After a moment of silence he asked “Are you ready for a night out misses Winchester?”
“Well first of all, you are supposed to be sick of me, so act like it. And second shrink a little, because I’m not going out with you looking like that” I replied. Dean slid his legs apart so he was on eyelevel with me. I fixed his collar. When I looked back into those gorgeous green eyes they were smiling. “What is it?”
“Nothing” He said. I raised my eyebrows. “Seriously it’s nothing”
“Well it had to be something, since you haven’t smiled all day.” I said. Dean cleared his throat and stepped away from me. He was still pissed apparently. “What was the reason for that anyway?”. He didn’t answer. Instead he turned his back on me. I grabbed his arm but he pulled away. I sighed, he clearly didn’t want to talk about it. “We should get going. I will get the car.” I hoped he would give me a reaction, but we were already in our roles apparently.
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My legacy (Supernatural)
FanfictionLola Johnson, an old friend of the winchesters, gets an order from her moms spirit to kill the demon Azazel. The demon had killed her mom and now the spirit can't find peace. Lola sees no other choice but to accept. This story is the story what she...