Scars - (3/?)

[stillrose]

Title: Scars - Chap 3
Fandom: Supernatural
Sequel to: Burn (found here)
Warnings: Slash, wincest, language, angst, and Winchester Whompin
Rating: NC17
Summary: Sam and Dean deal with the aftermath of actions in Burn while trying to stop the “Greenbrier Witch” from preying on any more of the heart-broken.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sam and Dean; just borrowing them. All I own is what my cats don't want. Unbeated.

OK folks..here is the third chapter to Scars. Sorry it took me so long. Unexpected family visit. Hope to have another chapter out before the end of the week. I do have all the plot points written out now.

As always: Feedback make my heart go pitter-patter.

Previous parts here.

The brothers didn't say much after they left the Chug and Go. Dean drove and wrestled with how unsettled he felt after meeting Eddie. So she liked Sam. That's normal. That's healthy! I should want that, he thought. Yet didn't Dean didn't want it. Remembering the way Eddie winked at Sam left Dean with an entirely different burn in his gut then the one he'd been dealing with since the night he slept with Sam. Dean hit the play button on his cassette player and cranked up Motorhead's "Built for Speed."

Sam tried to ignore Dean's surly music and mood. What's wrong with him? Sam knew he didn't really have to ask that question. In his gut he knew. He can't forgive himself, or me, for what we did. Sam groaned as another thought hit him.

Dean had always been the "ladies's man" of the two brothers. From the moment Dean had hit puberty he'd had a natural way with women. He was the embodiment of the euphemism "Sex on a Stick." There were so many levels of wrong for what we did! Maybe Dean couldn't flirt with Eddie! Maybe he's doubting himself.

Sam glanced at his brother. Dean had promised him no guilt and maybe Dean was keeping that promise and maybe he wasn't. Dean hadn't promised he wouldn't suffer for the decision made and Sam knew Dean was suffering.

The brothers recriminated silently while the seventies rock blared until Dean pulled into the parking lot of a familiar diner.

"Time for breakfast,", Dean said as he shut off the music and turned off the car.

"Sounds good," answered Sam.

The brothers got out , walked in and took a seat inside the diner. Shortly there after Myrtle, the owner, came over with two large glasses of orange juice and water.

"Order's in boys," Myrtle said as she set the glasses down.

"What?" said Dean.

"Granny left instructions for when you two showed up. Sam, the taller one," Myrtle said pointing to Sam," is to get the 'All American Combo' . Granny says you're too skinny. Dean, is to get the 'Sunshine Special' and no coffee."

"No coffee?" growled Dean.

"Granny says you don't need the caffeine. Makes you irritable," Myrtle said and then turned to head back to the kitchen.

Sam couldn't help but laugh.

"Figures you'd find that funny, skinny," Dean said.

"Hey, I'm not going to argue with Granny," said Sam.

Dean looked at Sam. He was smiling with his amusement. Dean wasn't sure he'd ever seen a more breathtaking sight. Dean was fascinated by the way Sam's lips curled and how the freckle in the corner of Sam's left eye danced when he smiled. I want him, Dean thought and his whole body responded to that simple thought.

Sam felt the sudden change between him and Dean. The light moment was gone and was replaced by something much more primal and powerful.

"Dean?" Sam asked the smile slipping from his face in confusion.

Dean shifted in his seat and looked down at his orange juice. This is so fucked up, he thought. I'm so fucked up.

"Uhm, so," Dean said as he took a drink from his oj, "why didn't you tell me about Eddie before?

Once again Sam felt the shift between he and Dean.

"There wasn't much to tell," Sam replied.

"I don't know, Sammy. I would have thought you'd mention a cute redhead hitting on you?"

Sam blushed. "It wasn't like that, Dean."

"Looked like it to me."

"She was just a girl...a cashier I talked to when we gassed up. And what's with the interrogation?" Sam asked starting to feel a little on the defensive.

"I don't know, Sam," replied Dean. "Normally you're the shyer one when it comes to girls.

"So?"

"Well the last time we were in town you get a lust whammy put on you. Then you don't think to tell me about the redhead at the Chug and Go?"

Sam's jaw dropped. "What? You think Eddie has something to do with this?"

"Not necessarily. I'm just saying it's not like you."

"Not like me? Not like me how, Dean?"

"I don't know. Picking up strange women."

"How do you go from friendly chatting to picking up?"

"C'mon, Sammy....

"Sam," the younger Winchester interrupted.

"Why can't you admit this is out of ordinary for you?"

"And if it is? Why does it have to be suspicious?" Sam was getting increasingly uncomfortable with this conversation. Dean was almost acting as if he were jealous. How could Dean be jealous? Why would Dean be jealous?

"Sam, look, the first thing we do on a hunt is look for the things that are out of the ordinary...."

"So the cute girl noticing me, and not you, that's out of the ordinary?"

"I didn't mean it like that!"

"Are you jealous, Dean?"

"NO!" Dean said too fast and too emphatically. Fuck!  "What? Why would I be jealous?"

"I don't know you tell me? Maybe because for once you weren't the Winchester with all the charm?"

"Sam, that has...." Dean was interrupted by Myrtle's return. She placed two plates heaped with food before the brothers. Then she placed an envelope on the table.

"Sorry, to interrupt," she said. "Foods on the house boys. Owed Granny one."

Myrtle pointed to the envelope. "There's instructions to Granny's house. She said no need to stop at a hotel. You two can stay with her. She's got plenty of room. Wave me over if you need anything else.

The boys paused a moment and fiddled with their food until Myrtle made her way back to kitchen.

"Dean," Sam began. "Eddie's not a pi..."

"Let's drop it, Sam," Dean cut his brother off. I can't have this conversation with him. "I was out of line."

"Dean...."

"Granny's right," Dean interrupted again. "I'm just irritable. Why don't we just finish breakfast and head over to Granny's? Forget I said anything?"

Sam looked at Dean. Are we ever going to be ok again?

"Sure, Dean," Sam finally said. "I'll just chalk it up as another 'Dork Dean' moment."

Dean feigned a smile and ate his breakfast.

***

Deputy Ryan looked up from his paperwork when he heard the door open. He smiled as he saw the sheriff's favorite redhead walk into the office.

"Hey, Eddie!" Ryan greeted.

"Hey yourself , sugah!" Eddie responded with her patented smile. "Earl in?"

"Yep. In his office. Go right in." Ryan waved Eddie on back. Eddie smiled again and sauntered towards the back to Sheriff Neil Earl's office. When she got to the door, she knocked.

"Yeah?" the voice drawled from inside.

"It's me, darlin'," Eddie replied.

There was the quick sound of a body launching itself from a chair and around a desk. The door flew open.

"Eddie!" shouted the sheriff in pleasant surprise.

Eddie laughed and threw her arms around the sheriff's neck before giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"What are you doin' here?" the sheriff asked as he disengaged from Eddie and let her inside his office.

"Maybe I just wanted to see my favorite law man?" Eddie replied as she perched herself on a corner of the sheriff's desk.

"Now why don't I believe that?" the sheriff responded as he moved to sit behind his desk; his eyes never leaving Eddie.

"Maybe it's because you are hopelessly devoted to me and hang on my every whim?" Eddie purred.

"Maybe," Sheriff Earl laughed. "So, what do you need?"

"Well, first I wanted to let you know I'd be takin' a few days off from the Chug and Go."

"Everything's ok?" Earl asked as he leaned forward.

"Oh, everything's ok. There's just some new folks in town and I'm thinking maybe I'd like to spend a few days at home. Catch up on a few things."

"New folks?"

"Couple a fellas, Sam and Dean. They drive a big black Impala. Muscle car from the seventies."

"These boys got you spooked?"

Eddie laughed. "Sugah, you know better than that."

Earl flushed.

"They said they are writers," Eddie continued. "But I think there's something more to them. I think maybe you might want to keep an eye on them. Especially the older one, Dean."

"Really?"

"Mmmm," replied Eddie. "Anyway, I thought I'd let you know.

"Well I'm mighty glad you did."

Eddie smiled and leaned over the desk. She reached out and then briefly stroked the sheriff's face.

"You are such a precious doll," Eddie said then withdrew her hand, got up from the desk and left.

Sheriff Earl stared at the door for a moment before picking up the phone and beginning his hunt for the two men driving a black seventies model Impala.

TBC in prt 4

Comments

[mutelorelei.livejournal.com]

Ooh....

LOL

[stillrose.livejournal.com]

Ooh....

So it that a good "Ooh"? A bad "Ooh?"...An anxious "Ooh?"...a "you're evil and when do you write the next chapter Ooh?"...a confused "Ooh?"

..or a "Ooh insert your favorite expletive?"

:)

Thanks for the feedback! Promise not to make you wait so long for the next chap.

sr

Re: LOL

[mutelorelei.livejournal.com]

*grin* A good ooh. I thought perhaps my icon choice would at least indicate that much. ;)

As an addendum, however, I'm looking forward to seeing Granny. Hee.

And it seems that Eddie is a smart villain. Always good to have the local cops in your pocket. Or perhaps I mean in your pants. ^_^

Re: LOL

[stillrose.livejournal.com]

:) Actually I love that icon! I was just amused by the "Ooh"...grin...

Yes..next chapter ..more Granny...and if I'm not a good girlfriend and don't do anything special for my sweeties bday this evening - then I might get it out tonight...we'll see...he's a hermit by nature so it might be just fine with him..no promises though...

And thanks for the compliment on Eddie. I think it's always good to have a worth antagonist for one's protagonists...

sr

Re: LOL

[mutelorelei.livejournal.com]

I've got a hermit boyfriend too. :)

[zyna-kat.livejournal.com]

Glad to see a new chapter!

(psssst: The Impala is a 1967 model.)

Thank you

[stillrose.livejournal.com]

Awww....thanks for the tidbit on the Impala...I'll be sure to correct that in the next chapter...let's just say Eddie's speciality isn't cars. *grin*

Promise not to make y'all wait too long for the next chapter.

sr

Re: Thank you

[zyna-kat.livejournal.com]

Good! Looking forward to it! :)

[lady-foxfire.livejournal.com]

So Eddie has the sheriff under her control or did she create him to do her bidding?

well...

[stillrose.livejournal.com]

...let me just say...how does that old song go?

"That old black magic has me in its spell,
That old black magic that you weave so well."

sr

[katbcoll.livejournal.com]

*blinks* How'd I miss this?
*blinks again* Fuck, how did I miss the other story too?

Damn, I'm so glad I corrected that oversight! Dude, this rocks!

LOL - thank you

[stillrose.livejournal.com]

Well..in your defense..I am a newbie writer. Burn was my first fanfic and slash! So you probably just skimmed right over me. However, I'm really glad you found the stories and are enjoying them! As a special treat I just posted chap 4!

sr

oooooo

[zazreil.livejournal.com]

She is using the law too - she gets scarier all the time

Zaz