Hell in Heels
Prologue - Just Call Me Dean Winchester
Deanna looked over to her younger brother Sam, as he watched out the dusty window, "Sammy? You okay?"
"Don't call me Sammy." He turned around and looked at his older sister. She'd thrown up her hands in defeat.
"Sorry, Sammy," A laugh hissed from her peach lips and she smacked his shoulder, "I'll never stop so why bother? You're just wasting air in this Hell hole." Sam sighed and was about to start his usual rant about how their dad wasn't coming back and that's why he left in the first place, until he looked over into his sister's sad green eyes.
"He will come back, Dean." Deanna smiled at her old nickname and the strangely kind words from her brother.
Dean had been her nickname by both her father and her brother. It was this thing that has always happened. A small part of Deanna wanted to be girly. To cook, clean and mess around with make-up. Draw and spend her time with friends, painting their nails and playing with rag-dolls.
And the rest of her old her that she needed be what her father wanted. Follow in his footsteps. Her love of cars and mechanics had bee from him after all. It was something that she was raised to do and didn't really know how to do anything better.
Apart from hunting of course.
Deanna looked up when she heard the sound of a car rolling up the gravel road. And holy crap. This was a nice car. A bit dusty from driving but apart from that. It was most likely worth more then everything in Deanna and Sam's apartment alone.
Three boys walked in. One had messy blonde hair that had brown streaks, another with cute brown hair that fell in his eyes. The final one looked like a dick. Sun glasses on his face, a sloppy vest hung off his broad shoulders and wild chocolate hair pushed back. And honestly, a very small part of Deanna liked what she saw.
Liked it a lot.
She looked over to Sam and walked from the shop and towards her 67' Chevy Impala. It had been her Dad's car before hers. She pulled her hair down from the bun that it had been in and frowned as she heard Sam's voice ring out loudly with her name.
A British accent rang out behind her and she turned to see the dicky looking boy yelling at her to get her ass inside. Well, fuck them. Sam's job now. Deanna twisted the eye to the Impala and felt the car roar to life.
I do love this car.
"Don't call me Sammy." He turned around and looked at his older sister. She'd thrown up her hands in defeat.
"Sorry, Sammy," A laugh hissed from her peach lips and she smacked his shoulder, "I'll never stop so why bother? You're just wasting air in this Hell hole." Sam sighed and was about to start his usual rant about how their dad wasn't coming back and that's why he left in the first place, until he looked over into his sister's sad green eyes.
"He will come back, Dean." Deanna smiled at her old nickname and the strangely kind words from her brother.
Dean had been her nickname by both her father and her brother. It was this thing that has always happened. A small part of Deanna wanted to be girly. To cook, clean and mess around with make-up. Draw and spend her time with friends, painting their nails and playing with rag-dolls.
And the rest of her old her that she needed be what her father wanted. Follow in his footsteps. Her love of cars and mechanics had bee from him after all. It was something that she was raised to do and didn't really know how to do anything better.
Apart from hunting of course.
Deanna looked up when she heard the sound of a car rolling up the gravel road. And holy crap. This was a nice car. A bit dusty from driving but apart from that. It was most likely worth more then everything in Deanna and Sam's apartment alone.
Three boys walked in. One had messy blonde hair that had brown streaks, another with cute brown hair that fell in his eyes. The final one looked like a dick. Sun glasses on his face, a sloppy vest hung off his broad shoulders and wild chocolate hair pushed back. And honestly, a very small part of Deanna liked what she saw.
Liked it a lot.
She looked over to Sam and walked from the shop and towards her 67' Chevy Impala. It had been her Dad's car before hers. She pulled her hair down from the bun that it had been in and frowned as she heard Sam's voice ring out loudly with her name.
A British accent rang out behind her and she turned to see the dicky looking boy yelling at her to get her ass inside. Well, fuck them. Sam's job now. Deanna twisted the eye to the Impala and felt the car roar to life.
I do love this car.
Notes
Hey hey guys! I'm so sorry I've been so inactive and I just have no idea where to go with Delirium. Oh well but still.Ex oh ex oh,
Narnia.
@HazzasGurl
Oh my Gosh! Thanks so much. The sad thing is that I am so busy and I can't update it soon. I want to get something up in a week or two bc thats when my exam finish.
12/12/13