Supernatural Drabbles: Not the Typical Damsel in Distess
Title: Not the Typical Damsel in Distess
Author: amchara (also known as ciela_night)
Rating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Haley, Charlie, Layla, Emily, Kat, Sari, Missouri, small mention of Dean/Layla
Length: various drabble lengths, none over 500 words.
Notes/Disclaimers/Summary: Futurefic drabbles about the lives of some of the season one female characters after they've met Sam and Dean.



Wendigo - Haley:

Tommy looked up from where he was beheading a troll.

Holding up the evidence she had found in the kitchen garbage, she waited for his reaction.

“Aw, Haley-” he whined. “I’m not one for college.”

She took a deep breath. “Ben and I did not risk our lives to rescue you from that monster so you could laze around playing video-games all day.”

His eyes wide, Tommy took the applications from her out-stretched hand.

She smiled slightly as she headed back to the kitchen

“Did it work?” Ben asked her anxiously.

“I think so.”

Guilt, it was a wonderful motivator to get her family on the right track. She wondered if it would also work on dirty dishes.

***

Bloody Mary - Charlie:

Sometimes she thought her present situation was because the curse had finally caught up with her. Other times she wondered if it was just the irony of life.

“Miss- are you looking for someone?”

The voice was low, but with a rough edge. An older man- one who smoked.

She turned in his direction.

“I’m blind,” she said simply. “I’m just getting my bearings.” She held out her cane to demonstrate.

Her lips curved in a smile, Charlie listened as he fumbled about for an apology.

The dark wasn’t so bad, once you got used to it. And on the bright side, she didn’t have to look at a mirror ever again. It was all about perspective.

***

Home – Sari and Missouri:

She watched with amusement from her window as the girl spent a good ten minutes debating whether or not to ring her bell. Finally she decided to take pity on the poor girl. Lord knows what she had come to her for was no easy thing to ask.

She opened up her door.

“Ms. Mosely!” Sari looked like she was about to run away. She wiped her nose on her bright red coat. “I was… I have a question- I don’t know if you can help but Mom doesn’t want to have anything to do with it and I don’t know who else to ask…”

“Child, slow down- and come in out of the cold.” Missouri ushered her inside.

Sari stopped dead when she saw the man waiting patiently in the room next to the hallway. “Oh- I didn’t know you had someone here.” She edged towards the door. “I can come back…”

“Who- Earl? Don’t you worry about him, he’s just here to soak up the ‘psychic presence’ – thinks it will help him communicate with his dead wife better,” Missouri answered with a small roll of her eyes.

She sat down in her favorite sofa and waited for the reluctant Sari to join her.

She fixed Sari with a stern gaze. “Now, what do you want to ask me about these things you’ve been seeing?”

Sari stared at her. “How did you know?” she asked quietly.

Missouri smiled a little at Sari’s surprise. “Honey- I am a psychic. It’s my job,” she said kindly.

***

Asylum and Scarecrow - Emily & Kat:

(Inspired by this conversation.)

***
Kat pumped a new shell into her Remington and blasted at the ghoul that was climbing the stairs towards them. It burst into pieces of flying rotted flesh and guts.

She ducked behind the sofa they were using as cover.

The girl beside her whistled. "Nice shot," she commented.

"Thanks," Kat answered breathlessly.

"Emily," the girl said, holding out a hand.

"Kat."

Emily peaked over the edge of the sofa. "All clear, as far as I can tell."

Kat glanced at her wrist, realizing that somewhere along the way she had lost her watch. "How much longer until midnight?"

"Fifteen minutes," Emily answered, as she unzipped her duffel bag. She pulled out a box of salt and a bottle of accelerant.

Kat offered her a lighter and Emily accepted it with a quick 'thanks'.

They settled in to wait.

"So, you do this often?" Kat asked, after a few minutes of silently sitting in the dark.

Emily gave her a wry look. "Often enough," she said. "American Folklore student by day- hunter of creepy things by night. What about you?"

"Same kinda deal- journalism student who can't leave well enough alone when I see something odd."

Emily chuckled. "I wish I could leave this kind of stuff alone- but it usually seems to seek me out."

"Oh yeah?" Kat asked. "What kind of stuff-monsters? Ghosts?"

Emily was silent for a moment, but then she replied. "Started when I was seventeen- when my aunt and uncle decided to sacrifice me to a scarecrow pagan god."

"Oh-" it was kind of hard to think of a good reply to that.

"What about you?"

Kat shrugged. "My idiot boyfriend at the time decided to take me on a date to a haunted asylum. We probably would have died if it hadn't been for these two guys who were hunting down the spirits in the place."

"Huh," Emily said. "There were two guys who helped me as well- actually, one guy was going to be sacrificed with me, but then his brother came along just in time." She turned to Kat. "Those guys- their names weren't Dean and Sam- were they?"

"Actually... yeah, I think those were their names," Kat said slowly. "Huh. Interesting."

"Have you-" Emily started another question but then she noticed the time on her watch. "Oh- it's time."

Kat stood up, picking up her supplies and checking her shotgun.

"Rock-salt rounds?" Emily asked.

Kat nodded. "Yep, and occasionally silver bullets." She slid another round in.

"I'm ready," she said, turning back to Emily.

"After we're done, drinks somewhere?" Emily asked, as she picked up her salt and accelerant. She grinned. "I have a feeling that we have a lot in common..."

"Sounds good to me." Kat returned with a grin of her own.

***

Faith - Layla:

He was awkward as he stood on her front porch.

“Sam and I were passing through and I-we thought we’d-”

She put a finger against his lips, and slowly raised her hand to cup his face, like she had on his hotel bed those months ago.

He bent his head down and gently kissed her lips. “Is this what you want?” he whispered as they broke apart and in his eyes she read this is all I can give.

He didn’t owe her anything but she was dying and damn it, she was going to be selfish.

“Yes,” she answered.

***