Rating:PG-16

Story Two
Chapter Five


Courtney woke up to the sound of the phone ringing. She had called in at work to tell them she was sick two hours earlier after having gone out last night to come home wasted earlier in the morning. Her head hurt and she felt a bit nauseous but she took a deep breath as she reached for the sound to make the noise stop.
“Hello,” she said barely audible.
“Morning, this is Cassie.”
Courtney groaned as she seriously considered hanging up, but her curiosity got the best of her. Why would she be calling at this ungodly hour and sounding so chipper?
“What do you want?”
“Oh just to thank you for the pictures I always wished I had kept copies but ….oh by the way you will be getting a call from the judge. Have a nice day,” Cassie said in a falsely cheerful voice before she hung up.
Courtney groaned again as she threw the phone onto the carpet where it made a dull thud that seemed to reverberate in her aching head before she rolled over to go back to sleep. A few minutes later, Cassie’s words hit home. Damn it, why would the judge be calling?
Cassie’s mother smiled at her as the sat in the kitchen at Cassie and Dean’s home.
“How did I do?”
“Perfect honey, what did she say?”

Dean phoned Sam from work that morning, he was frustrated but he had to go back to work. At break time, he left Sam a message to give him a call later.
“Hey Sammy, I put a call in to Dad earlier but of course he wasn’t available, give me a ring later, okay.”
Dean’s crew all seemed concerned for him, everyone walked around as if he was some kind of delicate woman and that would never do.
“Hey, everyone stop what you are doing and look at me,” Dean said with a raised hand and a slight smile.
The auto shop went so quiet that the owner appeared at the office door to make sure everything was fine to see Dean as he addressed the six other mechanics.
“Look, I appreciate your concern for me and my family, but we have work to do and I plan on doing it the same way I have in the past. I expect the same dedication from you;. if I need anything from anyone, I will let you know. Thanks for caring,” he said as he cleared his throat.

Everyone clapped before they went back to work, which embarrassed Dean, but he only smiled as he shook his head. He felt lucky to be able to work at something he enjoyed and to have reaped the rewards of having excelled was a bonus. His crew knew only the essentials of what had happened on Sunday mostly that his wife had been attacked but they did not know an attempt had been made on his daughter. He still couldn’t believe that himself, Cassie was right stubbornness had its place; he shook the image from his mind as he went back to his office in the back of the shop. Ben, the owner, watched the men go back to work before he stepped back inside his office without saying anything as a slow smile creeped across his face. He was glad Dean was well enough to be at work he was fond of the younger man and his family.

“You said Dean is going to teach you about the Supernatural?”
“Yes, he has already started to go over different terms with me and have me look them up on the internet,” Cassie said as she put her lunch dish in the sink.
Her mother sat at he kitchen table as she held her teacup with both hands on the table while she pursed her lips.
“Mom?”
“Yeah.”
“It will be okay. I need to know what we are dealing with and I don’t want Dean carrying this burden alone.”
“I know honey it just all seems so dangerous.”
Cassie understood that her mother didn’t want to lose her even though she was married again she surely still missed her first husband, Cassie’s father. His death had changed both of their lives. Cassie finally believed that the supernatural world was real which led to Dean’s forgiveness for not believing in him from the time he first told her his profession. But her mother had lost her husband, the love of her life that had to hurt though her new husband, Chuck, hadn’t seemed to mind so much when she wanted to stay close to her only child and her grandchildren.. Cassie watched as he mother excused herself to go to the ladies room just before Deanna walked in the room.

“Mommy.”
“Yes, Dee Dee,” Cassie said as she sat at he kitchen table and looked into her daughters face, that seemed so serious for one so young.
“Mommy did the bad man hurt you?” she asked before she climbed into her mothers lap. Cassie ran her hand over Deanna’s long wavy dark hair. She seemed to have reddish brown highlights coming in that Cassie hadn’t noticed before.
“No, Sweetie, I’m fine. How are you?”
“He was bad, why Mommy?” Deanna said as she rubbed Cassie’s tummy.
She seemed to be fascinated with the new baby something Cassie was unsure of since there was no way she could explain to the little girl all about her new little sister she carried, she was just too young.
“Honey, can you tell me how you knew?” Cassie asked knowing the little girl probably had no idea why though Cassie hoped that she could try to explain a bit.
Deanna shook her head.
“I’m sorry that he frightened you, Honey, some people are just not good like others.” “K, Mommy, me okay,” she said as she looked at her mom.
Cassie wanted badly for her daughter to not be able to feel things the way she did, it was too much for her child to bear even as the child of two very stubborn parents, it seemed a lot. She decided she needed to distract her so she could have some fun, kid fun.
“Hey go get your sweater so we can all go to the park okay.”
Dee Dee nodded with a smile as she went to her room while Cassie headed to get the boys. Her mother came into the room after having over heard the conversation stopping Cassie in her tracks.
“Do you think that’s a good idea? What if something else happens?”

When Dean showed up at the park shortly after Cassie, her mother and the children, Cassie knew something was fishy. She did not acknowledge her husband despite the fact that she saw him drive into the parking lot. Dean nodded in the direction where he saw his mother in-law with Marty and Jason on the merry go round but he noticed his wife avoided his glance.
“Cas?” he said before she realized he was behind her.
Deanna interrupted what would have been a reply from Cassie with her excited run into her father’s arms.
“Daddy,” Dean picked her up for a twirl before he put her down.
Deanna stood between the two of her parents as she looked up at them she could tell they weren’t happy, “ Kiss Mommy too Daddy.”
Dean leaned over to Cassie’s ear, “Deanna said,” he whispered as he kissed her cheek. Cassie was quiet as Dean tried to apologize for his presence though he only wanted his family to be safe. Cassie figured her mother had called him to come because she didn’t believe the park was a good place for them to be alone but Cassie had been adamant that the kids needed to feel normal again. She needed to be able to provide that for them.

Dean turned in his frustration away from his wife to see a man talking to Marty as the little boy clung to his Nana. Dean ran over to handle the situation as Cassie watched with regret as the man tried to offer her baby something, Marty only shook his head.
“Hey leave him alone,” Dean said as he pushed the man’s hand out of the way so he could pick up his child.
Cassie’s mother grabbed up Jason also as she headed toward the car where her daughter and granddaughter waited.
“It’s just candy,” the old homeless man told Dean as the man’s rancid breath penetrated the air, Dean thought he might gag.
But he looked at the man’s clear blue eyes to see he was harmless, “Well he is too young for that, thanks anyway,” Dean said as he took Marty to the van to buckle him in.
Marty held Dean tightly as he smiled at his father, “Daddy.”
Dean kissed his son’s cheek as he clasp the seat belt. He opened Cassie’s driver side door as he gently urged her to get out then instructed, his mother in law, nicely, to take the kids home.

Cassie took a deep breath as Dean stood with his back against the hood of the Impala while he gathered his thoughts. I know she meant no harm, breathe, breathe, she is carrying my child, breathe. I can be calm, I can be calm. No reason to get angry.
“I’m sorry,” she said hesitant not because of fear but because her stubbornness could have had horrible consequences for their little one.
She knew she had been wrong to take off for the park after what happened only a few days before. Their lives were no longer safe as they had believed, she needed to get that in her head. She watched Dean as he attempted to keep his temper in check. She had told him she wasn’t perfect but she hadn’t planned on it being proven so soon. Dean ran his hands through his hair as he looked at his wife while she stood in front of him as she bit her lip. She wore khaki colored capris with a burgundy wrap maternity top that emphasized her condition though he still thought she was sexy. I have to focus. He realized she wanted normal for the kids; he wanted it so much more than she did, she had no idea how much. Unfortunately, things were headed in the opposite direction and for the first time he really believed he may have to let his wife take his children to live some where else to save their lives. That thought was brief, however, because when the love of his life reached toward him he knew he was too selfish to let her go. He would hate his self forever for being so weak because her arms were his haven and God forgive him, he needed that place of rest more often than not.

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Sam and Sara stood in front of her father’s home. Sam had fore gone his usual jeans for nice slacks and a polo style shirt, which made him, feel more grown up despite the fear that seemed to slide slowly up his spine. We are grown ups, we are married; we have no reason to fear. Sara bit her lip as she slipped the key into the lock of the door, she too wore her grown up outfit of a basic black sleeveless dress with heels, she took a deep breath before calling out her father’s name as she walked into the overly large marble foyer.
“Dad?”
She waited a moment before she called out for her father again though they walked toward the great room the entire time since her father like to relax there. Sarah’s throat constricted in surprise at what she saw when she reached her dad’s favorite room. Sam cleared his throat as he hid a smile. So, Mr. Blake isn’t as perfect as we have been led to believe he thought.

Sara took a step back from the door to raise an eyebrow up at Sam. Then they took a few steps back before heading back to the door. Once outside they smiled at one another as they rang the bell with the hope that her father had never heard them as he kissed his long time maid, Maria, as she sat in his lap on the sofa. Sara felt more relaxed by the time Maria showed up to let them in.
“Miss Sara, welcome home, come in,” the older Hispanic lady said with a wide grin on her face as she eyed Sam who stood behind Sara though he towered over her.
“Hi Maria, is my father in?” Sara asked with the proper amount of curiosity in her voice.
Sam smiled to himself; this was going to be fun. He hoped the older man was on his best behavior because if he knew his bride like he thought she would not hesitate to tell her father what she had seen to put him in his place.

Once they were seated in Mr. Blake’s study he sat down and began to light his cigar. Sam survied the lavish room. It was large by most anyone’s standards. A grey marble fireplace grace the center of the wall to his left while a wet bar with a matching marble slab was on the opposite side of the room. Beside the bar sat a silver tea set on a pedestal tray. A sofa with complementing colors was in front of the fireplace with two straight upholstered chairs was on either side of it.

Sara was oblivious to her surroundings as she wet her lips while she watched her father clip the end of his Cuban before he positioned it between his lips to light it. Sara held her breath as he took a long drag and exhaled.
“Yes, the first smoke after sex is always the best,” she said as Sam hid a smile by ducking his head to clear his throat.
Mr. Blake began to cough immediately before Sara calmly passed him a glass of water that she poured from the carafe on the desk.
“Touche,” he said icily when his coughing fit subsided.
He didn’t bother to deny it and Sara gave no details as to how she knew. She smiled hesitantly as she told of her and Sam’s wedding. Her father did not congratulate her, even begrudgingly, but pulled his checkbook out of the drawer without a second glance at his only child.
“Daddy,” she said as she watched him began to write a check.
Her father totally ignored her distressed look as she watched in horror while he filled the amount in with what she knew was the total amount of her inheritance. She sat down heavily as she stilled herself to hear a nasty tirade about her being irresponsible by allowing herself to marry a man with no money. Instead her father told her to leave in a way that shocked her to the core.

TBC

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