Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ Kashmir ❯ 7: The House of the Rising Sun ( Chapter 7 )

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7: House of the Rising Sun - The Animals

The sun was just peeking through her window when she felt the presence of someone else in the room. She cracked her eyes against the early morning light, hand automatically gripping the sliver knife hidden beneath her pillow.

“Easy, KK… it's just me.”

She relaxed at the familiar nickname and turned in her sheets to make room for her big sister to climb in. This had a been a normal occurrence since they were kids. Whoever was the first one awake climbed into bed with the other before they started their day.

“What time is it?”

“A little before six…”

Kat groaned in frustration as she stretched her stiff muscles as Faye climbed in bed next to her. Long drives always took a lot out of her, but she would admit that she slept pretty well. She rolled in the giant bed again to face her sister, who was currently scrolling through her phone. No doubt looking for her next case.

“So… whadday think about Sammy?”

A heavy blush spread over Faye's cheeks as she placed her phone on her chest. She knew her little sister well enough to know that she was planning on playing match-maker during the brother's stay. Of course, she had plans of her own for Kat and Dean. She put on her best glare and turned her head towards Kat.

“I can't really say. It's not like I've spent more than five minutes with him.”

“But do you think he's cute?”

She wasn't going to let Faye's faux sour attitude slow her down. She knew the moment her sister laid eyes on Sam that she was smitten. And while Faye liked her boys a little younger, Sam certainly had a baby face to go with his massive frame. For her part, Faye dropped her feigned irritation and laughed quietly.

“Yes, Kat. He's very cute. What's going on with you and Dean?”

Kat expelled an exasperated huff of breath. She knew there was no point in hiding anything from her sister. It was all bound to come out eventually, especially with the boys in such close proximity, so she caved and told Faye everything that had happened in the last 48 hours. By the time she finished, Faye was perched on her knees, towering over Kat, and bouncing slightly. In her best sing-song voice, she continued to tease her younger sister.

“Kat and De-an sittin' inna tree! K-I-S-S…”

Before Faye had time to finish, Kat jerked forward, slamming a pillow into her face. Her momentum sent both girls toppling over the edge of the bed and crashing to the floor in a tangle of limbs and a squealing fit of giggles.

“God, Faye! Sometimes, I swear you're thirteen and not thirty-two!”

Before they had time to collect themselves, her bedroom door swung open. The brothers towered in the door frame, guns in hand, staring down at the two girls knotted together on the floor, laughing hysterically. The boys relaxed their stances, reaching down to help the giggling girls off the floor.

“Whatever y'all are doing… can I join?”

Dean's salacious tone and waggling eyebrows sent the girls into yet another fit of laughter, leaning against each other for support. Kat smacked his arm playfully as she got herself under control.

“In your dream, Winchester. Now, if y'all will excuse us, Faye and I are going to get dressed. We'll come get you two for breakfast shortly… unless you wanna head on down and fend for yourselves.”

At the barely concealed looks of horror that flashed across the boys faces, the girls ushered them out of Kat's room so they could dress for the day. Once they were alone, the sister quickly fell into their typical morning routine.

While one showered, the other washed her face and brushed her teeth. Once they were done in the bathroom, they returned to their rooms to dress. Kat donned an over-size tee-shirt with a pair of running shorts and Converse before making her way to Faye's room. She couldn't hold back the chuckle that spilled out when she saw that her sister was dressed in a similar fashion.

“Great minds think alike, I guess.”

“Good lord, Kat! Come'er and let me do something to your hair. Why do you always insist on traipsing around with it wet anyway?”

“Awe come on! It's just going to get dirty again anyway…”

Reluctantly, Kat sat at the foot of her sisters bed as instructed as Faye fussed about how she should at least try to look presentable. She rolled her eyes as her sister began drying her long hair, her natural waves disappearing.

“Ya know I'm just gonna pull it up or put on a hat right? It's too hot for all this shit!”

“Well then cut it off. I swear there's no hope for you!”

“Never! And, I'll have you know I curled my hair and put on makeup a few nights ago!”

Kat stuck her tongue out as Faye stared at her in disbelief. There's no way in hell her tomboy little sister actually fixed herself up for a night out. She decided to heckle Kat a bit more as she finished drying her hair.

“Proof or it didn't happen.”

“Oh… I've got your proof bitch…”

As Kat muttered profanities, she grabbed her phone and pulled up one of the shots she had taken of herself and the Winchesters on their night out. She held the phone up for Faye to inspect the photo.

“Well by damn… I don't believe it. You must really like him, huh.”

Kat hesitated, blushing furiously. She replayed the night through her mind for what felt like the millionth time. She couldn't deny it. She was obviously attracted to Dean, but was it more? Do I want more? Could it even be more? She didn't trust her voice to respond, so she opted for nodding her head, her hair hanging to cover her face as Faye worked. What she failed to notice was that Faye hadn't returned her phone and was scrolling through the rest of the pictures.

“Well if I'm judging by this, I'd say the feeling might be mutual.”

Confused, Kat lifted her head and turned to see what Faye was talking about. She flushed beet red as she glimpsed the picture she was referring to. It was one that Sam had snapped after her little performance. She was tucked tightly against Dean's side, one hand obviously in his lap while the other gripped the hand that was resting against her shoulder. She was facing Sam with a smile plastered on her face, but her head was leaning against Dean's. His grinning lips were presses firmly between her jaw and ear, and his free hand disappeared under the table, somewhere in the vicinity of hers. It was certainly her favorite photo of the night, but she was a bit embarrassed that her sister had found it.

“Don't read too much in to it. We were plastered.”

Faye simply nodded, deciding to let it go for now. She finished drying Kat's hair, brushing the now straight strands into place. The girls emerged from Faye's room, going across the hall to retrieve the brothers.

Dean's door was open. He was sitting on the end of his bed while Sam leaned against the wall. They greeted each other and made their way downstairs, the smells from the kitchen catching their attention as the came down the last flight of steps.

Upon entering the massive kitchen, the brothers noticed Chari first as she pulled a large pan of

biscuits out of the oven. On the other end of the island, a group of little old ladies bustled about making coffee and placing miscellaneous jars on the counter with the rest of the food. It was Faye that alerted everyone to their presence.

“Mornin' y'all.”

All four of the women turned their attention to the group of young hunters. Kat was grateful that they would apparently be introducing the boys in small groups. Probably best not to overwhelm them with the entire clan all at once.

Chari made a fuss of ushering the boys in and having them sit at the island. Once they were settled, Kat began the introductions.

“Grandmother, Gran, Mimi… this is Sam and Dean Winchester. Boys, this is our father's mother, Francis, our mom's mother, June, and Mimi is Michael and Maddi's grandmother.”

As they boys greeted them, the posse of little old ladies, in true grandmotherly fashion, fixed them heaping plates of bacon, eggs, sausage, grits, and biscuits. They insisted that they boys get the first helpings before everyone else came downstairs. Faye and Kat laughed and escorted the boys the massive dining room before returning to make their own plates. They were taking their seats on either side of the brothers when more voices began to echo from the kitchen.

Michael and Maddie filed into the dining room, plates in hand, followed by Ray. Sam and Dean stood and introduced themselves. They might not have learned much in the way of manners from their father, but he taught them respect. Ray took his usual spot at the head of the table while Michael and Maddie sat next to Kat. Chari and the grandmothers popped in next with Carla, Michael and Maddie's mother. Ray announced that everyone else was away, finishing up their own hunts.

The conversation at breakfast was relatively pleasant. Ray questioned the boys about some of their more recent adventures, namely killing a Knight of Hell and battling a neurotic angel. Michael was wrapped in the stories that the brothers told while Maddie watched them quietly. The grandmothers fussed over whether or not the boys were taking care of themselves properly while the rest merely observed.

By the time breakfast was finished, Ray had retired to the study, requesting the boys' presence after they had received the grand tour. Michael and Maddie were ushered off for their morning lessons while the women retreated to the kitchen to clean up. Kat and Faye escorted Sam and Dean out the backdoor.

The group made their way toward the large metal building a several yards from the house. Kat punched in a code on the keypad and the overhead door slowly rolled open. Inside were several pieces of farm equipment, a few dirt-bikes, and several four-wheelers. Dean was like a kid in a candy store.

“Awe man, Sammy! We haven't been on one of these since we were kids!”

The rest of the group laughed at his excitement. Leave it to Dean to get a buzz about something that has a motor. Faye opened a door to the right of the entrance and packed a cooler full of beer that Sam helped her mount to the rack of her four-wheeler. Kat turned back to the door Faye had just exited and packed a case of assorted firearms and ammo, then approached Dean from behind as Faye lead Sam toward her ATV.

“Easy big boy. We've got all day. Gonna start with the range then make our way back.”

“Sounds good.”

Dean swung a leg over the four-wheeler she directed him to and sat toward the front, making room for her to sit behind him. She strapped the case to the back rack of the ATV and grinned as he extended a hand to help her on. He's not gonna like this one bit.

“Sorry, Winchester. I'm afraid you're gonna have to ride bitch.”

“Awe come on, Kat… Really?”

Sam chose that moment to chime in, already sitting behind Faye on the ATV next to them. His long legs hung to either side of her, one hand resting lightly on her thigh. A barely noticeable blush was spread across her cheeks.

“Don't be such a baby, Dean.”

Dean huffed, but slid back on the seat. He extended his hand to her again as she climbed on. She settled on to the seat and started the engine. He slid closer to her, pressing his chest against her back. Grinning over her shoulder at him, she pulled her hair into a loose braid and revved the engine. They pulled out of the shop first, followed closely by Sam and Faye.

Kat gunned it across the field, loving the feeling of the wind in her face during the hot July morning. Dean held her waist with one arm as he pumped his other fist in the air as Sam and Faye pulled up alongside them. They made their way through an open gate, toward the back of the property. The well-worn trail flew passed them in a blur.

Kat signaled to Faye something up ahead that the boys didn't understand. Faye slowed down as Kat sped up. She held the handle bars in a white knuckle grip as she approached her target and called over her shoulder to Dean.

“Might wanna hang on tight.”

That was all the warning he had. He secured both arms around her waist, holding her to him like a vice, then they were in the air. It was a small ramp the girls had built the summer before. And while they were no more than four or five feet off the ground, the impact jarred both of them. Dean whooped loudly in her ear as they turned just in time to watch Sam and Faye hit the same jump.

The group laughed as Kat and Faye raced their four-wheelers through the field toward the shooting range. As they topped the next hill, the range building and targets came into view. The covered shooting tables faced the targets that were spaced out up to 200 yards.

They parked the four-wheelers close to the pavilion and Dean unloaded the case Kat had strapped to the back rack and Sam grabbed the cooler. They sat-up their stations and made a little competition to see who was the better marksmen. They boys were definitely impressed. Kat and Faye obviously knew what they were doing. After a few beers and a while at the range, they packed everything back up to head back to the house.

“Hey Kat… it's hot as hell! How do ya feel about a little swim?”

Faye was always full of good ideas. She agreed as they cranked the ATVs and headed back towards the house, opposite from the side where they had come in. It didn't take them long to reach the enormous pond, hidden in a grove of towering pine trees. They stopped close to the dock and climbed off the four-wheelers.

The girls kicked off their shoes and made their way to the dock, pulling their shirts over their heads. The boys stood shell-shocked for a moment. It was Faye who yelled back at them.

“Well come on boys! Don't tell us you're embarrassed for us to see you in your skivvies…”

With a shrug and a nod toward each other, Sam and Dean followed the girls lead. As they approached them on the dock, they had already discarded their shirts and were pulling their running shorts down their thighs. Both were wearing only their sports bras and compression shorts and while it wasn't meant to be a sexy ensemble, the brothers couldn't help but pause and check them out.

Snapping out of their trance, Sam and Dean quickly rid themselves of their t-shirts, boots and jeans. It was the girls turn to hide their blushes from the boxer clad brothers. Kat and Faye grabbed each other's hands and leapt into the chilly water. Kat was the first to surface.

“Come on in boys… the water is fine.”

Dean didn't have to be told twice. Getting as much of a running start as possible, he barreled off the end of the dock, performing a rather impressive cannon ball. Sam followed, jumping in with a dramatic splash as well.