Collision - A Supernatural FanFiction

Chapter 2

The pathetic excuse for a law lesson had concluded and Lydia was preparing herself for the trek back to the other campus for her psychology class. It was the middle of April, yet for some reason it felt like the middle of August. The sun was glaring through the window as Lydia and May collected their bags from the dust-covered carpet and slung them over their shoulders. Silently rushing out of the building, the two teenagers - both so different in height - simultaneously exhaled. Neither wanted to break the silence but out of courtesy May, the older yet significantly shorter friend, quietly mumbled that she hoped their teacher was alright.

"Yeah, do you think they're gonna find her?" Lydia turned slightly as she watched her friend's expression fall slightly; they both knew that the preferred outcome wasn't guaranteed and, honestly, that terrified them.

"I hope so." May smirked as she selfishly joked, "We need her to pass our bloody exam."
The two girls laughed as they hastily walked down the steep hill. Oddly, each time Lydia walked this route, she felt as though the hill was getting steeper and that eventually, she would fall flat on her face. The heat didn't help either. Despite walking down the hill, the high temperature caused a small bead of sweat to drip from Lydia's forehead.

"That is fucking disgusting," she muttered to herself as she wiped her forehead with the back of her pale hand. Removing her favourite accessory, Lydia began to carry the army-style jacket in her arms as the two friends approached the bottom of the hill. By the time they had reached the second campus, Lydia and May could feel their clothes slightly stick to their clammy skin. Exchanging a look of disgust and subsequently giggling, the pair departed and went to their separate lessons.
Attending the psychology lesson was almost as tedious and pointless as attending law. The young girl couldn't help but think how much time she had wasted sitting in lessons, like this, where the teacher made them watch a completely irrelevant video. Lydia was forced out of her hostile thoughts when there was a firm knock on the door. Confused, the Bristolian teacher beckoned the guests only to reveal the two FBI agents.

"Hi, we're sorry to interrupt but we're looking for Lydia West."

Lydia couldn't stop her face from reddening as she stared, embarrassed, at the desk in front of her. She was ordered by her teacher to join the two men outside. As she rose from her seat the boy next to her, who was usually as quiet as Lydia, declared: "Holy shit! I've been sitting next to a criminal!" which of course resulted in a humilating chorus of laughter from the rest of the class - including the teacher.

As soon as the heavy door was shut behind her, Lydia looked up at the two men expectantly.

Smiling the taller man began to apologise when Lydia raised her hand to stop him. "I know who you guys are." Before either could interrupt her she told them about the recording, "Do you realise how fucking weird this is for me? I'm literally talking to two of my favourite TV characters..." She trailed off realising that she was not only fueling their egos, but beginning to fangirl.
"So what do you want?" Lydia crossed her arms as she stared at the two overgrown men.

"Can we talk somewhere more private?" Dean asked, grinning at the tall teenager.

Feeling a bit embarrassed about the obvious connotations embedded within what Dean had just said to her, she refused to make consistent eye contact with him, yet still somehow managed to look at him like he was an idiot, "I'm meant to be in a lesson."

"Oh Sammy, she's just like you," Dean cooed over the young girl as she glared at him. "Plus," Dean pointed through the glass in the door, "It doesn't look like you guys are doing much."

As Lydia was about to make a sarcastic retort, her phone vibrated in her pocket. She looked at the screen to see that she had about 3 missed calls from her friend.
"Do you guys mind if I just call my friend quickly?"

"I guess you're not completely like Sam then - you have more friends than him." Dean winked at the girl before him who, he could tell, was becoming more confident and comfortable around the two hunters.

Smiling, she mouthed 'thank you' as she dialled her friend, Jane.

"Dude, why the fuck are you calling me when I'm at school?" Lydia placed her hand on her hip out of frustration, and Dean smirked as he watched her talk to her friend. He noticed how the army jacket hid her figure, which was now on display due to the heat.

"She swears a hell of a lot for a 17 year old."

Dean looked at his brother, similarly to how Lydia looked at him earlier. "Sam, you curse. Don't be such a judgmental dick."

Returning to the two brothers, Lydia put a small smile on despite the blatant distress on her face, "Do you guys mind if we go to my house to talk 'privately' or whatever?" The two hunters were dreadful when it came to trying to cover up their hesitation to a situation so Lydia began to justify her request: "I wouldn't normally ask this kind of thing. It's just that my friend slept over last night and she's just... Well she's Jane."
Her informal mentioning of Jane reminded the hunters of their friend Garth, where the name was a suitable description for their personality. Agreeing to discuss the subject at Lydia's house, the boys excused the student from her lesson and guided her to their 1967 Chevrolet Impala. Internally, Lydia was screaming with excitement. She was about to be a passenger in the car, with her favourite characters. She couldn't help but flit her gaze between each of the hunters in the front seat as she sat in the back seat, inhaling the scent of deep leather.

After a lot of debate as to which way was the quickest way to get to her house, Dean finally decided to listen to the resident of the house and they eventually reached Lydia's house. As she escorted the two men to the door, she realised that she'd forgotten her key. After informing them of this she proceeded to press the doorbell exceedingly hard as she waited for Jane to answer.

About 5 minutes had passed when the three could finally hear Jane running down the stairs. The girl on the inside of the house was not expecting the presence of Lydia's new friends as when she opened the door, she almost dropped her sodden towel in shock.
Only 3 words left her mouth as she stared at Lydia's coy smile: "Holy fucking crap."