Supernatural, Hunting, Living and Love Part 3

I cried for who knows how long while Dean held me in his arms. He had moved us over to sit on his bed never once letting me go. When I finally got myself together long enough to move away from Dean all I could manage was too look at the ground in front of the bed.

“Never seen a dead body before?” Sam asked

I nodded. I couldn’t bring myself to speak nor could I trust my voice to work. The room fell into a comfortable silence. Dean stood up from the bed and began moving around the room. He retrieved his bag which he had discarded in a random corner and pulled out a Metallica shirt. He brought it back across to me. He handed It over saying I can borrow it for now so I don’t have to go out to my car to get my own clothes. I accepted the shirt and walked off into the bathroom to change. I hung my swimmers over the towel rack and made my way back over to Deans bed. I looked over at the boys who nodded in acknowledgement. I crawled into Deans bed and pulled the covers over me. I really want to sleep and I figured if I laid down with my eyes closed long enough I would sleep. But it seemed my brain had other ideas. As I was trying to sleep the boys began talking.

“This has really shaken her Dean”

“I know Sammy I wanted to keep her out of this life, we’re suppose to save people not drag them down into our kind of crazy”

“Come on man she choose this for herself she had the opportunity to walk away but she choose to take up this life there isn’t much we can do about that”

“I want to make sure she is somewhere I can keep an eye on her, I want her to be safe”

“You can’t expect her to just pack up and leave Dean what has gotten into you man you’ve never acted like this”

“She’s…I don’t know…she’s different”

“Your in love”

“Dude don’t even go there”

The room fell silent and I drifted off. When I woke up it was dark out. The cheap alarm clock next to the bed read 4:30 am. I sat up and looked around the room. Dean was asleep on the lounge and Sam was asleep in his bed. I felt too full of energy to sleep so I got up and tip toed across the room to the table to take Sams laptop. I took his laptop back to Deans bed and looked through the stuff Sam and Dean had put together while I was asleep. It would seem they had gotten as far as I had. I knew burying myself in the case wasn’t the smartest thing to do but I needed to stop whatever this was from hurting anyone else. But since we had all arrived at this dead end means we needed to look at this a different way. I closed Sams laptop and hopped off Deans bed. I snuck out to my car and grabbed a change of clothes. I slipped quietly into the bathroom, changed out of Deans shirt, retrieved Sams laptop off the bed and slipped quietly out of the hotel room. Rather than take my car and risk waking the boys I opted to walk to where I was going. Really I just wanted food and free wi-fi. There was only one place I knew where I was going to get both. McDonalds. I walked the 6 blocks to the nearest McDonalds, order more hash browns then should be legally allowed and took a seat in a back corner while I waited for them to be ready. I opened up Sam’s Laptop and began going over all the information again. I pulled up the information on all the victims and the pool and began pouring over it again. My hash browns came and I ate them down while reading and rereading all the information presented to me. There was nothing standing out to me. 12 Deaths now and seemingly no connections between them. All different ages, races, genders, religions. Not a single overlap and nothing that stood out as reason why these people. I even removing deaths and could reasonable be discounted like the first death or the boy who apparently slipped down the stairs and the twins who drowned in the wave pool. Those 4 could easily be marked down as a freak accident but even with them removed from the equation two plus two still didn’t equal four. It was frustrating. I groaned and sank back in the highly uncomfortable plastic chair. I took a glance around the now busy McDonalds. Confused and slightly tired I took a quick glance at the time in displayed in the bottom right hand corner of the laptop. 6:23pm. My eyes widened at the realisation that I had been sitting in the same spot all day. I hurried packed up the laptop and went to retrieve my phone confused as to why Sam or Dean hadn’t been trying to call me all day. My hands rummaged through my pants pockets coming up empty. I dumped out my messenger bag that I took everywhere with me finding nothing. Shit. I mentally cursed. I quickly shoved everything back into my bag before sprinting into the parking lot hoping I simply left it in the car. A quick glance, however, showed no signs of my car. Right I walked here. I groaned, rubbed my hands over my face and began the walk back to the hotel. Dean was probably thinking that I had done something stupid and Sam probably thought I stole his laptop. I mean technically I did but I was going to return it and I never intended to be gone all day. The walk back to the hotel seemed to take twice as long as the walk to McDonalds. But when the hotel finally came into sight I quickened my pace. I came to a quick stop, however, when I heard arguing in the room.

“I’m telling you Dean she might not come back” Sam yelled “And she probably took more than just my laptop”.

“Oh so you think she took your laptop and god knows what else but left behind her phone and her car that cost way more than anything we own”

“I mean how well do we really know her Dean”

“If I may intercede, could it not be that she is somewhere researching the case and that time ran from her grasp” A third voice I didn’t know spoke up

“What…do you mean time got away from her?” Dean asked baffled

“Is that how you say it? If so that’s what I meant to say” The voice came again

“Hate to say it Sammy but I agree with the angel”

I reached out and knocked on the door not wanting to just barge in while tempers where clearly high. The room fell silent. Heavy boot steps made there way towards the door. There was a moment of silence before a gentle thank god could be heard from the other side of the door. The door swung open to reveal just Dean and Sam in the room. I was certain I heard a third voice. I stepped quietly past Dean into the room. From the look on Sams face I could tell Dean must have made some gesture from behind me directed at him. I glanced to the bathroom expecting to see the third person over there for the door to at least be closed signalling someone was in there. But to my shock and confusion the door was open and the bathroom empty.

“Who where yous talking to? I asked looking between them confused

“We weren’t talking to anyone” Dean looked over at Sam “Maybe you heard the TV” Dean mostioned to the TV that was one but had been muted

“Anyway where have you been?” Sam asked changing subjects and clearly still mad at me

“I went to McDonalds to use their Wi-Fi to continue researching, I was up at 4:30 and I didn’t want to wake you” I looked over at Dean who had moved to sit on the end of his bed “Sorry I took your laptop without asking Sam I left mine behind at my mothers when she kicked me out”

I handed Sam back his laptop. He took it without so much as a thank you and immediately began checking it over. I wanted to scoff and roll my eyes but I knew that would only piss him off more.

“So did you find anything” Dean asked

“Nothing I even tried removing the deaths that could reasonably be ridden off as accidents and even that didn’t resolve anything I am, however, confident that we’re likely dealing with a vengeful spirit”

“And how did you reach that conclusion” Sam scoffed tossing his laptop on his bed so much for being concerned about it being broke

“We’ve ruled out burial grounds and anything sacred, then if you look at location, the fact that all the deaths where witnessed and nothing supernatural was seen, it leaves a very short list and I felt that of that list spirit was mostly likely” I kept my eyes locked with Sam

“Well why vengeful spirit why not a water sprite?” Sam asked with a smirk

“Seriously Sammy? A fairy? Have you ever in all your years of hunting found any reliable concreate evidence that fairies are real?” I raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms. I was met with silence from Sam “That’s what I thought, spirit it is”

Dean sat on his bed smirked plastered on his face, clearly amused. “So if that’s the case then I guess we should head back to the pool and asked more about these deaths” Dean brought his hands together with a loud clap before rubbing them together.

Sam silently huffed making his way to the door. Dean said something along the lines of he’ll get over it before moving for the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. With nothing else to be done for tonight and both boys otherwise out of the room I retrieved Deans shirt from the corner I had tossed it in this morning and got ready for bed. I was just chilling on the bed enjoying a nice stretch and yawn when I heard the shower shut off. A few minutes later the door opened and Dean walked out with nothing but a towel around his waist.

“Sorry the room was quiet so I just thought you’d, you know, left” Dean said awkwardly

I opened and closed my mouth a few times unable to form a proper sentence. Dean also seemed to be frozen in place. My eyes wandered over Deans chiselled chest. It was clear he worked out and with this line of work it shouldn’t have come as a surprise. Before I could stop myself I was standing in front of Dean. I reached a hand out and traced my fingers down his chest to his stomach feeling each groove, skin covered in old scars and felt the muscles twitch beneath my touch. Dean placed a finger beneath my chin and forced me to look up at him. Our eyes connected in an intense stare. Neither of us dared to move for several moments. When it became clear that neither of us where going to make a move to break away Dean began to close the distance.

“I brought dinner” Sam suddenly walked in the door.

Dean and I jumped apart in surprise, Dean making a b-line for some clothes before heading back into the bathroom. I silently cursed Sam. Sam looked red faced between the now closed bathroom door and me. He knew he had walked in at a bad time but at the same time it didn’t seem like he wanted to speak of what he had seen. I sat at the table while Same silently dished out the fast food he had purchased. Looked like burgers for Dean and I while Sam had gotten himself some sort of salad. Dean emerged from the bathroom moments later fully clothed. He took his burger and fries and left the room. He mumbled something on the way out about going to see a friend. Sam and I ate in silence before Sam went to shower while I retreated to Dean’s bed. I pulled Deans shirt up over my nose and breathed in his smell. I was letting my senses get filled with the scent of sandalwood, leather, whiskey and gasoline when Sam suddenly exited the bathroom and began talking.

“What is happening between you and Dean?”

“I..uh…what do you mean?” I asked

“After we left last time Dean kept talking about you, he was hoping we would see you again yet at the same time was hopeful you would listen to him and take his advice” Sam sat on his bed “He clearly loves you but I don’t think having you around is best for Dean”

“If there was anything between Dean and I then it would be nothing to do with you” I spat in anger “I love Dean, I’ve felt myself falling further and further in love with him from the first time I met him, I had hoped yous would come back but I had also accepted that you probably wouldn’t. Besides who are you to say whats best for Dean?”

“I’m his brother” Sam yelled “Having you around is clearly distracting him and in this line of work distraction guarantees death”.

Sams yelling had scared me so much that all I could muster up was “Goodnight Sam” before I curled up in Deans bed. Sam stormed out of the room. I heard Deans impala roar to life moments later and drive off. I started to cry in the now quiet room and I allowed myself to cry until I had fallen asleep. I woke up the next morning to Sam and Dean making a game plan for the day. I sat up in bed and listened to their plan before climbing from bed to have a shower and get ready for the day. After my quick shower and getting dressed I packed my swimmer into a bag and slung the bag over my shoulder. Dean grabbed his car keys asking if I was going to be joining them in his car or if I would be driving my car. I choose to go in Deans car in order to save on petrol. The less money I needed to put into petrol the better. We drove in silence until we reached the pool. The parking lot was almost empty. Dean found a parking spot close to the door, pulled up and turned off the engine. Dean asked me to go in ahead of them to check if the police where still hanging. I made my way into the building. From reception I could see down the womens room. There was no crime scene tape and no signs of police.

“Sad wasn’t it” a voice said behind me

“What?” I asked turning to see a woman beside me

“Didn’t you hear about the suicide two days ago?” She said

“Oh they ruled that a suicide?” I asked

“Yeah they said the girl had been sexually assault a couple weeks ago and that was apparently her breaking point poor thing”

I agreed with woman who walked off towards the pools. I made my way back outside to the boys who were busy digging in the trunk and now dressed back in their suits from the other day. I wasn’t going to question where or how they had changed. I grabbed my bag off the back seat while informing them on the outcome of the death days prior. Dean and Sam shared a knowing look as we all worked our way back into the pool. I once again paid to swim while Sam and Dean flashed badges and continued with their story about investigating on behalf of a victims family. Sam and Dean wondered off to speak with staff while I went to explore around the pool. There was an information wall in reception but it said nothing about any of the incidents and why should it. I walked around to where each of the incidents had occurred but could find nothing. I was about to head for Sam and Dean when I heard two familiar voices that made me freeze in my tracks.

“I swear she was here the other day with two hot guys”

“Oh my god I always knew she was such a slut, you watch soon she’ll be pregnant and will have no idea who the father is”

“Look there she is”

“Hi Rachel, Jorden do you work here too?” I asked panic slowly taking over

“Yeah what of it? It pays well.” Jorden crossed her arms.

“Oh okay, I-uh-I was going to go for a swim while I wait for my boyfriend to be done doing what he needs to do”

“Boyfriend or boyfriends?” Rachel snickered

Not wanting to continue the conversation I tucked tail and ran. I had been outside in a general seating area at the time and quickly made my way back into the main swimming complex. I spotted Sam before Dean as the two had split up. Sam was busy talking with a lifeguard near the wave pool when I got back into the main pool area, after the night before I really didn’t want to talk to him so I hurried on by and continued to look for Dean. It wasn’t until I spotted Dean speaking with the man behind the snack counter that I realised how bad I was shaking. Having to deal with not one but two of my high school bullies had really rattled me. I changed directions and headed for the change rooms instead. I needed to calm myself down before continuing the investigation if there was anything I could agree with Sam on right now it was that being distracted could get me killed. I made my way to the sinks and splashed some cool water on my face. I stared at myself in the mirror for a few minutes trying to push down all the feelings of anger and fear that where consuming me. Fear of the bullies and anger for still not having the courage to stand up for myself. I took a few big breaths, dried off my face and headed back out into the main pool area where I had last seen Dean. A quick glance at the snack counter told me he was no longer there which started my search for him all over again. Although the search didn’t last long as I soon spotted him in an adults only area up above one of the 25 meter pools which held sun chairs and a spa. Unfortunately he was speaking with them. I sucked in as much air as my lungs would allow and walked towards the adults only area. I walked up beside Dean and laced my fingers with his. I stood silently by his side and listen to their conversation. Dean was asking questions about the other accidents that had occurred at the pool but at the same time was absent-mindedly rubbing circles into my hand with his thumb. It was very distracting and I found myself staring out our hands and thinking about last night.

“Heres a question how does someone as ugly as her ended up with someone as handsome as you” my head shoot up to look at Rachel who was now giggling at the comment she made

“Yeah it just doesn’t add up unless your only with her because of all that money she got” Jorden added

“Or because she was easy to get into bed” Rachel laughed

“Shut up both of you, y/n is the most beautiful, most amazing, intelligent, sweetest person I have ever met, god knows I don’t deserve her, yet here she is right next to me and that makes me one hell of a lucky bastard” Dean started off speaking sternly at the girls before smiling down at me

I was shocked into silence, I knew I was blushing something bad too. Clearly Deans little speech had shocked them into silence too. They quickly excused themselves after that. Dean watched the girls walk away before looking back to me.

“So find anything?” Dean cleared his throat awkwardly

“Oh uh a woman told me that the death the other day has been ruled a suicide and that the girl had been assaulted about a week ago”

“Assaulted? Did she happen to mention if the friend who was with her here was there then too?” Dean asked a sudden look of realisation crossing his face

“No she didn't, why?”

“I think I know whats going on here, we need to find Sam”

Dean who was still holding my hand pulled me out of the adults only area. Dean quickly looked around the pools and in the outside seating area before dragging me up the ramps back towards reception. Dean must have looked frightening to the people around us, a grown ass man dragging a what looked to be a teenage girl from the pool. I could feel people watching us as Dean pulled us into reception and basically sprinted over to Sam. Sam who had been talking with a guy on the reception table look between Dean and I and our interlaced hands with a questioning look. It was then Dean realised we were still holding hands and let go of my hand with an awkward cough. He rubbed his hand on his suit jacket before shoving it into this pants pocket and waited for Sam to finish his conversation. Sam thank the man behind the counter and pulled us away to a more private corner to chat.

“I think I worked out whats going on here Sammy” Dean said before Sam could speak

“Well fill in the class” I said both exhausted from running after Dean and a little impatient

“I'm pretty sure our spirit is seeing these people as burdens on those closest to them”

“Care to elaborate” Sam crossed his arms turning his whole body to face Dean

“One life guard told me about how he remembered our American vic's mother telling him that they were here to seem some world class behavioural specialist to hopefully help them calm down the kid” Dean looked between the both of us “And another one told me that one of the other victims fell over the railing from the spa area down to the concrete below broken neck died instantly, the kicker? She was in a fricken wheel chair”

“And the assault, she would have been depressed” I whispered

“So what? That doesn't bring us any closer to working out who the spirit is” Sam said “It could be someone who felt they were a burden or someone who saw someone else as a burden”

“Then we need to look at all the deaths and workout who fits the pattern and who doesn't, we do know it has to be someone who died here” I looked between the two

“Then lets go look further into each victim” Dean said

Sam and I nodded in agreement and we all headed for the parking lot. As we stepped out the door Dean was busy digging in his pocket for his car keys, Sam was busy on his phone and I was looking at my feet. None of us was really paying attention to the parking lot until Dean looked up from retrieving his keys and let out an anger fill. WHAT THE FUCK! Sam and I both looked at the empty parking spot where the Impala was suppose to be.

“Oh dear was that your car?” A familiar voice came from behind us

“You bitch” Dean yelled storming towards Jorden

“I'm sorry the car was illegally parked” Jorden didn't even flinch as Dean came almost toe to toe with her the shit eating grin she wore not even faltering.

“Baby was parked perfectly” Dean screamed in her face.

“Oh well not when I came out here it wasn't” Jorden turned on her heels and walked back into the building, hips swaying as she went.

“Come on I know the way to the car yard” I sighed walking off.

Dean walked side by side with me while Sam trailed behind us. I could feel Sams eyes burning into the back of my head. I had no idea what his problem was, all we had to do was finish this case then they could go back to the US and he wouldn't have to see me ever again assuming they didn't get anymore cases here. The walk to the car yard took almost 45 minutes. That was 45 minutes of Sam giving me laser eyes and Dean going on about his car. I remained silent the whole walk. I kept thinking about if I wasn't here Jorden would never have done this. If I wasn't here Jorden and Rachael would have no reason to target Dean. If I wasn't here Sam wouldn't have a reason to worry about his brother. Maybe I was the problem.

“Oh thank god” Dean said suddenly pulling me from my thoughts.

“Oh we're here” I looked at the car yard sign in a daze.

“Hay, uh, Sammy how about you go get the car and I'll wait out here with y/n” Dean said a hint of concern in his voice.

Sam just scoffed, rolled his eyes and walked off into the car yard. I watched as he disappeared into the large lot of endless cars lined up side by side, some cars where crushed and piled sky high one on top of the other. I continued to watch even when he was completely out of sight. Dean watched me watching Sam. After he was certain Sam was out of ear shot he spoke up.

“What is going on with you?” Dean asked making me break my gaze from the car yard to look at him

“Huh? What? N-nothing is wrong with me?” I stuttered

“Don't even try it short stack you've been silent since we left the pool, hell before that even so are you going to tell me what the problem is or am I going to have to make you walk about to the hotel?” Dean folded his arms becoming serious.

“Honestly it's fine, it's probably all in my head” I tried to smile

“Oh no your not getting out of it that easy” Dean scoffed “Now spill”

“It's just I feel like I'm the problem” I sighed “Everything that's happened today could have been prevented if I wasn't here, hell everything that happened last night probably could have been prevented too now I think about it” I wrapped my arms around myself in an awkward hug

“Okay first you are not the problem you are far from the problem” Dean uncrossed his arms to point at me “Secondly I never want to hear you call yourself a problem again”

“Well Sam seems to think I'm a pretty big issue and Jorden only did what she did because of me” Tears started to fall before I could stop them. Next thing I knew Dean had me wrapped in his arms. He wrapped one arm around my back, his thumb rubbing my arm. His other hand held my head gentle against his chest. He kissed the top of my head before setting his chin gentle on top of my head.

“I'll speak to Sam and as for those girls I think they would have been snobby no matter who was there” Dean said softly

I just nodded and rested against Dean. It seemed liked ages before Sam came back. Dean had let me go and we put some space between us. We'd gone into a long conversation about Jorden and Rachael and everything they had done during high school. I told Dean about how I felt like a failure for still not standing up to them even now. Dean though pointed out how he had seen the looks of pure jealously he had seen them giving in my direction anytime they saw me. He also told me anytime he caught them watching me he would make sure it make it super obvious that he was checking me out we apparently made them extra jealous. I had to chuckle at that, I wish I could have seen the looks on their faces. Sam came back with 4 bags of stuff but no Impala.

“Where's Baby?” Dean was quick to ask a lot of anger taking over his features.

“Sorry Dean they are right on closing, I paid the fine, they said we could pick the car up in the morning” Sam sighed

“Son of a bitch!” Dean cursed “Did you at least check her for damage?”

“Uh...” Sam looked nervously between Dean and the pavement

“What is it Sam”

“The passenger side is dented, it looks like they pushed it with another car, sorry Dean”

“SON OF A BITCH” Dean screamed

I quickly placed a hand on Deans arm to get his attention. “It's okay Dean we can go to my Mums place for the night, she won't be home anyway and we can come back first thing to get Baby, and you can assess the damage then”

“I'm gonna kill 'em” Dean voice shook as he tried to calm down

I took Deans hand in mine and began leading him away from the car yard. Sam started asking how far the walk was and how I could be so certain that my mum wouldn't be home. I told them the walk was about 20 minutes. Something I only knew from the insane amount of times I had to walk it between the ages of 17 and 20 every time I would have my car impounded for speeding or just being a menace on wheels. As for my Mum not being home it was simple, she worked out of the country from most of the year. It had been that way for as long as I could remember. She had a big name baby and children's business selling everything from nappies to clothes, shoes to bags. Last I had spoken to her before she kicked me out she had wanted to branch into teenage and young adult fashions. Most of her products where mass produced in factories in London and Sweden so she spent most of her time between the two occasional coming home every 3 months or so just to check I was alive. I had been looking after myself since I was 14. I would often have friends stay weekends just to know feel so alone. Theresa was one of those friends. Her parents never cared where she was and my mother never cared who I had over so she basically lived with me. It was a minor miracle that we managed to get ourselves to school and back let alone actually become somewhat productive adults. By the time I had finished my life story we were standing in front of my mothers house. I led them down the steep driveway to the side gate. She never locked it so it was as simple as lifting the metal latch that protruded between the fence and the gate to open it. I walked into the small backyard which showed no change from the last time I was here. I went into the sliding door almost directly to my left into an open living room, kitchen and dining room space with a stair case off to the right side by the kitchen leading upstairs to the main part of the house.

“Those two lounges are pull out sofa beds” I pointed towards the two metal sofas that looked like they had walked out of the 80s “I'll be sleeping just through that sliding door which is my old room and that door next to it is a bathroom which also has another sliding door into my room”

“Oh I have to see your room” Dean laughed

He went straight for the sliding door pushing it open and walking in. He immediately burst into laughter causing Sam to follow him into the room. I dropped my head and followed them into the room. Sam joined in Deans laughter while I stood highly embarrassed at my room décor. The fact that all my posters still hung on the walls, the walls where still pink and purple, my fairy bed set remained untouched, most embarrassing of all the life size print out of Gerard Way was still taped to the ceiling above my bed.

“Are you sure you have the right house?” Sam laughed “I mean come on? You? Faries?”

“It was a faze” I huffed

“Sam did you see the poster on the roof?” Dean laughed

“Oh get out both of you” I waved my arms around

The boys laughed and left the room. Once they were out I locked the sliding door and the bathroom door. All I wanted was 5 minutes peace and a nice hot shower. I dug through my cupboard finding an old band shirt that I use to wear as a sleep shirt. I tossed it on my bed and headed for the shower. I let the hot water run over my back as I let the days stressors go down the drain. After my shower, I dressed, dried and climbed into bed. It was only when it was silent that I could hear Sam and Dean softly speaking in the lounge area.

“She's a distraction for you Dean” I heard Sam hold back from yelling

“That doesn't give you the right to upset her, besides once we're through this case we can go home and you can go back to pretending she never existed” Dean said

“But you won't, you'll always be wondering if shes okay, if she's alive” Sam said “This is why hunters don't get happily ever afters Dean”

“Don't worry so much Sammy, once we're home I can hit up a few bars, get laid and get her out of my system, its worked in the past why wouldn't it work this time”

I stopped listening after that. I looked up at the poster on my roof and cried. I cried myself to sleep like many nights spent in that room.

“You know she's different Dean” Sam said

“Oh yeah how would you know that?” Dean asked

“You love her, it's obvious” Sam shrugged “After we were here last you kept bring her up, you literally got like every form of social media to see if you could track her down and see what she was up to, you were worried about her then, but now you have her number so what happens when she doesn't message you or call you? Then what will you do?” “You know what I'm done with this conversation” Dean said turning his back to Sam to try to get some sleep.

“Who the hell are yous?” The yelling came from the lounge room waking me. “Why are you in my house?”

It was a voice I recognised instantly as my mothers. I jumped out of bed and raced out into the lounge room.

“Mum it's okay there my friends” I said coming to stand in the middle of the room

“y/n what are you doing here? I thought you were travelling and had no intentions of ever coming back here” Mum said

“We just needed somewhere to crash for the night while Deans car got fixed up, we'll be headed off shortly. Honestly I didn't think you were home”

“I wasn't I just flew in early this morning from London, are you going to introduce your friends?” Mum asked motioning between Sam and Dean

“This is Sam and that's Dean their brothers” I said point to each brother in turn

“Are you sleeping with them?” Mum asked

“Mum! Seriously, why would you ask that!” I almost shouted

“Sorry ma'am we're just friends, travel buddies” Dean spoke up

“Oh American I see, figures she'd end up with someone American it was always going to be that or someone British” Mum shrugged

“Seriously Mum” I sighed

“What I'm just pointing out the facts, would you boys like breakfast before you all rush off? God knows my daughter can't stand me and now she knows I'm home she'll be dying to leave as soon as possible” Mum acted over dramatic

“That sounds great thank you very much” Sam smiled at Mum

I sighed and went back into my room to change. I grabbed yet another old band shirt from my cupboard and a pair of ripped skinny jeans to change into. While I was at it I grabbed an old suitcase of mine and tossed a few loose items into it that I really should have grabbed the first time I left like my laptop, some extra clothes and my jewellery box. I placed the suitcase next to the boys duffle bags and head up stairs to the upstairs kitchen. Sam and Dean where already upstairs sitting at the dinning table laughing and talk with my Mum who was busy cooking pancakes. I sat silently at the table and listened to their conversation. Dean really hit it off with my Mum which made last night all the more worse. I knew I was falling for him and hard but if he just intended to leave, head back to the US and pretend I didn't exist then why make a big speech about not letting me out of his sight. Why go out of his way to comfort me so much.

“Okay breakfast is ready” Mum smiled

“Oh this looks amazing Miss y/l/n, thank you” Dean smiled taking the plate of pancakes from my mum and placed them in the middle of the table. The boys began to dig in. This was probably the first home cooked meal they had, had in a long time. The conversation with my mother quickly continued. It was amazing how quickly and convincengly Dean managed to lie to my mother about how we had met, what he brothers did for a living and why they were in Australia. It got me thinking that maybe everything he had told me was a lie. Maybe I needed to be more like Dean and just move on and forget about him once this case was over.