S M E L L
By 7sTar
Author's Notes:
1. This is my first fanfiction in English, and I'm glad to dedicate it to Supernatural and ff. I just hope you guys could live with my mistakes in spelling and expressions cause English is not my mother tongue.
2. Swee's full name is Sweetie McDowell, an original character by me in my planning Supernatural story which I'm still on the ideation. I just got the whole idea of this one and decide to post it standing alone. Sweetie is a girl with the abilities like our Winchester boys, but she's more like a witch. She also studies at Stanford and is of some oriental ancestry. She's good friend of Sam and Jessica and she knew Sam's business and vice versa.
3. I don't know much about Palo Alto, Stanford and U.S.A., so don't blame me if there're many geographical mistakes or something like that. I'll try my best make it can be neglected.
4. I do adore Stanford, just make it background in my story, so don't scold me if I give it a bad name. Sam's there, isn't he?
Category: Drama/Humor/Supernatural
Rating: T
Summary: Inspired by "Skin", Sam and Dean's new adventure with an OC. What will happen if what the two brothers are hunting is also hunting them? Is it a new shape-shifter or not? Can Sam save Dean by himself or with other's help?
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Sam and Dean, I just write this only for fun. Please don't sue me.
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Chap1 Meet Sweetie
Sweetie was reading some articles about paranormal and supernatural when she heard someone knocking in the door with her well-known voice "Sweetie! Sweetie? Home?"
"Dean, what do you think the lights on while I'm not home?" Swee yelled at the outside. She opened the door, saw a muddy Sam and his annoying brother-- Dean.
"Sam, what's up?" Swee eyed them to come on in, "Dean threw you to some hole?"
"Yeah, some lousy hole," Dean rolled his eyes, "But not me."
"Can I use your bathroom?" Sam scratched his forehead , a little fatigue in his voice.
"Sure," she closed the door and mouthed Dean "Don't imagine on yourself" which made Dean a hurt face.
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"You always read these in your spare time?" Dean took a glance at the papers on Swee's desk, "I don't think there's degree of supernatural in Stanford."
"Pretty boy, you're laughing at yourself," Swee walked over to Dean, threw a tin to him.
"Whatever," he sat on the sofa, looking at the tin, "Juice? Blueberry, good, but I prefer beer."
Swee gave him a white-eye glare, sat towards him, "So what happened to you?"
"Us?" Dean sipped the sucker, "you mean to Sam?"
"Come on, I know Sam were with you."
"Weird! Sam said he saw Jessica, he ran after her, and fell into that inexplicable hole."
"You felt something wrong?"
"Come on," Dean laughed, "I don't have strong foreboding ability like you!"
"I'm serious," Swee said, "and I don't have the ability to foretell. It's just sensing."
"Oh, sensing, whatever," Dean looked at her with a wicked smile.
"Big baby!" Swee pulled her face to him, "I'll ask him."
"Always something wrong with him," Dean thought for a while, "He's always with those nightmares, Sam's disturbed."
"Sounds like he's a nightmare hunting, huh?"
"Maybe you two can understand each other, "Dean stared at her, "I know you also have awful nightmares."
"Forget about it!" Swee rose up from her sofa, "He's in there long time, why not take a look at him?"
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Sam stood under the shower, thinking. He saw Jessica, it was Jessica, but not the real Jessica. He saw her once, when he and Dean hunted blood Mary.
"Damn," he fisted on the wall, lowered his head and closed his eyes, let hot water scouring over him. He grabbed the shampoo, opened it. A familiar scent went into his nose -- rosemary and orchid, with some mysterious flavor which not a mystery to him.
"Jessica!" he muttered, opened his eyes to look at the shampoo.
It's Swee's and she was Jessica's best friend. They had many things in common, like music, perfume, food, now seemed the shampoo. Jessica was keen on rosemary and orchid, and that mysterious flavor, she once told him that's something god-given Swee took back from an archaic tribe in Egypt.
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"Hey, I'll come to the bathroom if you won't." Swee took the switch away from Dean and powered off the TV.
"Alright," Dean said, a flirtatious smile on his face, "I know you get some hots on Sammy."
"Shut up!" Swee smacked him on the arm. "Move your ass!"
"Ha, that's hurt," Dean kneaded his arm with fake pain-frown.
Swee put her hands on her hips giving him a dead glare.
"Well," Dean lolling, moved to knock the door, "Hey, Sam! You're like a girl! Take so long time showering?"
"Dare you kick my door! "Swee rolled her eyes at Dean who was lifting his foot at the door.
"Easy," Dean took his foot back, "You're so unfeminine."
"You're awesome," Swee shrugged, "We're even."
"Great!" Dean curved his lips, taking his key out of his pocket, threw it to her, "Can you go to my car to get Sam some clothes in his pack?"
"Sure," she caught the key, added before she left, "And..., I'll talk with him, of... en ...the nightmares."
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"Man, what are you doing? No scars in your face. "Dean asked when he went into the bathroom found Sam stared at the mirror in a pink towel.
"I'm fine," Sam turned to his brother, "just the shampoo," he smiled, "its scent reminds me of Jessica."
"Oh, really?" Dean took up the shampoo, smelt, "not bad, seems Jessica and our little witch shared the same aroma."
"Yeah," Sam nodded, "they're good friends, like full sisters."
"Funny," Dean smirked, "Like you and me?"
"En, the difference is Jess's not a freak."
"So, guess," Dean said like knowing fairly well, "Jess doesn't know anything about her as about you."
"It's a fact," Sam sighed, "but we loved her. I love her and I know Swee loves her."
"Sam...,"Dean hesitated, then put his right hand on his brother's shoulder, muted.
"Huh?" Sam looked at him, "What?"
"Aha," Dean brought his hand back, checked Sam from head to toe, grinned, "Nothing, just tell you, pink fits you so well!"
"Shut up!" Sam shouted, looked at himself and shrugged, "I only found this in her bathroom."
"You two wanna stay there forever?" Swee knocked the door.
Sam made a face to Dean who just refrained himself from bursting into laughing. They stepped out of the bathroom.
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I love the interactive between Dean and Sam, so I add as many as I can to keep it amusing. Blame me for the redundancy caused I'm obsessed with the boys. .