Post by silent.lullaby on Apr 2, 2010 13:43:32 GMT -5
Sweeter Than Heaven [Supernatural] Hotter Than Hell (14) Howl
Bobby, Sam and Gabriel had already gone to bed and I made my way to the couch where Dean was sitting as I found myself going the opposite direction I tried pushing my body weight to the other side and over compensated. I fell down anyways and Dean snickered as he helped me to my feet and then to the couch. “How long should this last?”
“Don’t really know, Gabriel was only dizzy for a few hours, but I was feeling the effects worse in the hotel to begin with.” I sighed and Dean helped me down to the couch. “Thanks.”
“No problem.” He had Sam’s laptop on the coffee table and had brought up everything on the guy murdered that he could find.
“What was Sam’s problem today?”
Dean sighed, “you noticed.”
“In this line of work, not noticing little things can get you killed.”
“Fair enough,” Dean responded closing the laptop and turning to me, “he hates werewolves.”
“Well I’m not exactly their best friend either.”
“Look, he... he liked this girl. We were protecting her from this guy that we thought was the werewolf.”
“And he wasn’t.”
Dean shook his head, “she was.”
I looked away and my heart hurt. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“He killed her. I mean we had to, but he did it. I don’t want him to have to again.”
“Tell him to stay here with me, I’ll need help with the research.”
“Not to mention walking,” Dean dug with a grin.
“Jackass,” I sucker punched him lightly in the arm and he rubbed it. “You can go hunting with my brother.” That remark wiped the grin from Dean’s face. “What?”
“Nothing,” Dean responded quickly. “It sounds like a good idea.”
****
I waved from the stairs as the Impala carrying Dean and my brother left. Sam gently held my elbow to insure I didn’t face plant off the stairs. We watched them disappear out the junk yard before we walked back into the house. “We should see if there were any previous attacks,” Sam mentioned briefly leading me to the couch. I let him and sat down slowly. He grabbed his laptop from the table and sat back placing it on his lap and turning it on.
“I’ll make coffee,” I decided but Sam grabbed my arm.
“You sure that is a good idea?” He asked seriously, “you want to work with a scalding hot liquid when you can’t walk a straight line.”
I looked him dead in the eye, “it’s a risk I’m willing to take.”
****
It was quiet for the most part in the Impala. Driving with a partner was familiar to both Dean and Gabriel, but neither knew what to say to the other and so they stayed quiet. They drew closer to the quaint town and parked by a local diner.
“Why are we here?” Gabriel asked stepping out of the car.
“The wife of the guy that was murdered works here.” Dean responded. “Might as well see if she’s in. Besides, I’m starving.”
Gabriel shook his head but followed Dean into the shabby looking joint. The scent of burgers and fries made Gabriel’s stomach rumble, he hadn’t realized he was hungry, his mind had stayed largely on his little sister. He didn’t think the effects should still be harming her, and yet they were. What if something was permanently wrong now? Maybe they should have called poison control or something.
They sat down across from each other, and the waitress had big brown eyes and bigger brown hair. Wild and pushed up and out her hair reminded Gabriel slightly of Medusa and he shuddered.
“Would you happen to be Mrs. Leamon?” Dean asked.
“Was,” she responded pursing her lips into a tight line. “Who wants to know?”
“I’m Agent Castle, this is Agent...” Gabriel stumbled, flashing his badge to the woman, not knowing any of Dean’s aliases he just rambled off one of Audrey’s. “Kismet.”
The woman turned her attention from Gabriel, to Dean who had shot the other man a glare, before smiling at the woman with a light shrug. “Kismet,” the woman repeated, “sounds a lot like, kiss me.” She winked. Dean couldn’t help the look of shock that came upon his face no more than Gabriel could help the suppressed snicker. “What is it you want to know.” The woman seemed to have forgotten all about Gabriel and her attention was strictly stuck on Dean.
“Did.. Did you notice anything... odd in the weeks leading up to your husbands death?”
The woman raised an eyebrow, “I didn’t see my husband much. He worked a lot, a damned tree hugger.” The woman rolled her eyes, “I was about to serve him divorce papers, and get my half and leave.” She smiled and her eyes shimmered, “now I get everything.”
Dean looked to Gabriel with a cringe and Gabriel finally spoke up. “I’d like a burger and fries to go, a coke with it please.”
“Sure, sure, and what about you, Agent Kissme.”
“Kismet,” Dean responded, “and same.”
****
Eating in the car Dean shook his head, “that woman was nutty.”
Gabriel shrugged, “some people are just in love with money... Agent Kissme.”
“Screw you,” Dean responded with a slight roll of his eyes. “And who the hell is Kismet?”
“It’s one of Audrey’s aliases, all of hers are from books.” Gabriel responded taking the last bite of his burger. “What did this guy do for a living?”
Dean wiped ketchup off his face with a napkin, “not sure... call up your sister, we have a research team now.”
Gabriel whipped out his cell phone.
****
“He was a tree planter. Worked for the municipal government and did all the flowers and trees for the park last year, these past few months he’s been working in Clithes Forest, which looked like it was clear cut last year,” Audrey told her brother. “He was working on replanting what was lost.”
“Thanks Audrey.”
****
Gabriel turned to Dean, “looks like we’re going camping.”
Bobby, Sam and Gabriel had already gone to bed and I made my way to the couch where Dean was sitting as I found myself going the opposite direction I tried pushing my body weight to the other side and over compensated. I fell down anyways and Dean snickered as he helped me to my feet and then to the couch. “How long should this last?”
“Don’t really know, Gabriel was only dizzy for a few hours, but I was feeling the effects worse in the hotel to begin with.” I sighed and Dean helped me down to the couch. “Thanks.”
“No problem.” He had Sam’s laptop on the coffee table and had brought up everything on the guy murdered that he could find.
“What was Sam’s problem today?”
Dean sighed, “you noticed.”
“In this line of work, not noticing little things can get you killed.”
“Fair enough,” Dean responded closing the laptop and turning to me, “he hates werewolves.”
“Well I’m not exactly their best friend either.”
“Look, he... he liked this girl. We were protecting her from this guy that we thought was the werewolf.”
“And he wasn’t.”
Dean shook his head, “she was.”
I looked away and my heart hurt. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“He killed her. I mean we had to, but he did it. I don’t want him to have to again.”
“Tell him to stay here with me, I’ll need help with the research.”
“Not to mention walking,” Dean dug with a grin.
“Jackass,” I sucker punched him lightly in the arm and he rubbed it. “You can go hunting with my brother.” That remark wiped the grin from Dean’s face. “What?”
“Nothing,” Dean responded quickly. “It sounds like a good idea.”
****
I waved from the stairs as the Impala carrying Dean and my brother left. Sam gently held my elbow to insure I didn’t face plant off the stairs. We watched them disappear out the junk yard before we walked back into the house. “We should see if there were any previous attacks,” Sam mentioned briefly leading me to the couch. I let him and sat down slowly. He grabbed his laptop from the table and sat back placing it on his lap and turning it on.
“I’ll make coffee,” I decided but Sam grabbed my arm.
“You sure that is a good idea?” He asked seriously, “you want to work with a scalding hot liquid when you can’t walk a straight line.”
I looked him dead in the eye, “it’s a risk I’m willing to take.”
****
It was quiet for the most part in the Impala. Driving with a partner was familiar to both Dean and Gabriel, but neither knew what to say to the other and so they stayed quiet. They drew closer to the quaint town and parked by a local diner.
“Why are we here?” Gabriel asked stepping out of the car.
“The wife of the guy that was murdered works here.” Dean responded. “Might as well see if she’s in. Besides, I’m starving.”
Gabriel shook his head but followed Dean into the shabby looking joint. The scent of burgers and fries made Gabriel’s stomach rumble, he hadn’t realized he was hungry, his mind had stayed largely on his little sister. He didn’t think the effects should still be harming her, and yet they were. What if something was permanently wrong now? Maybe they should have called poison control or something.
They sat down across from each other, and the waitress had big brown eyes and bigger brown hair. Wild and pushed up and out her hair reminded Gabriel slightly of Medusa and he shuddered.
“Would you happen to be Mrs. Leamon?” Dean asked.
“Was,” she responded pursing her lips into a tight line. “Who wants to know?”
“I’m Agent Castle, this is Agent...” Gabriel stumbled, flashing his badge to the woman, not knowing any of Dean’s aliases he just rambled off one of Audrey’s. “Kismet.”
The woman turned her attention from Gabriel, to Dean who had shot the other man a glare, before smiling at the woman with a light shrug. “Kismet,” the woman repeated, “sounds a lot like, kiss me.” She winked. Dean couldn’t help the look of shock that came upon his face no more than Gabriel could help the suppressed snicker. “What is it you want to know.” The woman seemed to have forgotten all about Gabriel and her attention was strictly stuck on Dean.
“Did.. Did you notice anything... odd in the weeks leading up to your husbands death?”
The woman raised an eyebrow, “I didn’t see my husband much. He worked a lot, a damned tree hugger.” The woman rolled her eyes, “I was about to serve him divorce papers, and get my half and leave.” She smiled and her eyes shimmered, “now I get everything.”
Dean looked to Gabriel with a cringe and Gabriel finally spoke up. “I’d like a burger and fries to go, a coke with it please.”
“Sure, sure, and what about you, Agent Kissme.”
“Kismet,” Dean responded, “and same.”
****
Eating in the car Dean shook his head, “that woman was nutty.”
Gabriel shrugged, “some people are just in love with money... Agent Kissme.”
“Screw you,” Dean responded with a slight roll of his eyes. “And who the hell is Kismet?”
“It’s one of Audrey’s aliases, all of hers are from books.” Gabriel responded taking the last bite of his burger. “What did this guy do for a living?”
Dean wiped ketchup off his face with a napkin, “not sure... call up your sister, we have a research team now.”
Gabriel whipped out his cell phone.
****
“He was a tree planter. Worked for the municipal government and did all the flowers and trees for the park last year, these past few months he’s been working in Clithes Forest, which looked like it was clear cut last year,” Audrey told her brother. “He was working on replanting what was lost.”
“Thanks Audrey.”
****
Gabriel turned to Dean, “looks like we’re going camping.”