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Author's Note: I have aggressively avoided promos for Season 10 and Deanmon, so I have no idea what I'm talking about with this story. I wanted to get it up before the new season, and I'm cutting it really close. At least it's started.
This is going to look like a Dean/OC story for a while, but I promise it's not really. Dean tends to flirt and hook up, and the Deanmon for this story is meant to be less angsty and more early seasons Dean. (I guess I picture him a little like Soulless!Sam, just not that concerned about things.) As for the title, it came after the plot, and when you get the chance to use a Van Halen song, you take it.
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Title: Hot for Teacher
Summary: When a high school teacher manages to kill a vampire without cutting off the head, Sam is suspicious. Dean is surprisingly less so.
Spoilers Through: 9x23 - Do You Believe in Miracles
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Chapter 1
With her frizzy brown hair and conservative dress, Camille Monroe wasn't really Dean's usual type. Still, Sam did not really think anything of it when his brother started laying on the charm by telling her that that is a beautiful name. Dean had definitely done worse. And Sam? Sam wasn't sure he really knew Dean anymore anyway.
It was decided early on by Sam and Castiel that Dean needed to stay around positive influences. Left to his own devices, he might—scratch that, he would spend far too much of his time with Crowley. For his part, Dean had no problem continuing to fight the good fight with Sam, since he vehemently insisted that this whole demon thing hadn't really changed anything. This "it's no big deal" attitude was enough for Sam to know that the demon thing had changed a lot about Dean.
Sam now slept with an angel blade under his pillow, but that wasn't new. The only thing that was new was the thought that someday he would have to use it on his brother. He remembered years ago, when he was the one with the demon problem, when Dean had to either save him or kill him. And he remembered that Dean never gave up trying to save him. He wanted so badly to return the favor, but he wasn't sure how, wasn't sure if Dean could really be saved anymore.
All this pretending nothing was different led the Winchester boys to Atlanta where a vampire had been recently killed while attacking a high school history teacher. Normally, they wouldn't take much notice of another dead vamp, but this one had been killed with an ordinary kitchen knife to the chest. They checked at the morgue and found the little vampire teeth holes in the gums of a head that was still attached to its body. And now they were interviewing the history teacher who had pulled off this incredible feat.
Camille Monroe inspected their badges for a second. "I don't understand. I thought, I thought this was over. Why is the FBI involved?"
"We just need to be thorough," Sam said, taking back his badge.
"Don't worry; you're not in any trouble," Dean added reassuringly. "We're actually investigating the kid, this Robbie Landry."
Camille directed them to her couch. She took a seat in a chair diagonally across from it, but she didn't say anything.
Sam prompted her. "Can you tell us a little about what happened?"
"Well, I had Robbie as a student last year. He was a good kid, okay student, but, um, I guess something happened with him over the summer, because he dropped out and didn't come back for his senior year. I saw him one night in a not so nice part of the city, and he came up to talk to me. I kind of got the impression that he had a bit of a crush on me, which doesn't happen very often."
"Oh, come on," Dean interjected with a winning smile. "I bet it happens all the time."
She looked a little taken aback. "Uh, no, it doesn't. Anyway, I kind of shook it off, but then Robbie kept showing up places where I was. And that night, I guess he followed me home. He pushed inside and started babbling about how he wanted to be with me forever. I um, I tried to be polite, but he wouldn't take no for an answer. He threw me to the ground right over there." She pointed behind herself. "And he was so strong, stronger than I would have expected, on top of me, talking about forever and saying I would understand soon. I managed to get away from him, toward the kitchen. I was able to get a knife, and . . ."
When she trailed off, Sam could tell there was something she wasn't saying. Something that hopefully would get to the root of how she was able to kill a vampire like she did. "Where did you get the knife?"
She did not understand the question. "From the knife block." She gestured in the direction of the kitchen, on the opposite side of the apartment from where she had been thrown to the ground.
Sam looked over at the block and saw that one of the larger knives was missing. "The police said they returned the knife when it was ruled self-defense."
Camille nodded. "I put it in a drawer. I-I mean, I killed someone with it. I'm not really going to be using it to cut up the chicken anymore." She grimaced at the thought.
Dean was just kind of staring at her, not helping at all. So Sam continued to take lead. "Can we see the knife?"
"Why?" Out of what was probably an average citizen's respect for law enforcement, she withdrew her question. "Or, I guess, yeah." She got up and led them to the kitchen.
She opened the lower drawer for Sam, but she did not pick up the knife. It matched the rest of the set perfectly. Sam picked it up, examined it from every angle, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. Cursed object was starting to look like a stretch, and it hadn't been a great hypothesis to begin with. "Where did you get these knives?"
"The store," she said bewildered. "I don't know, Sears probably. It was a few years ago." She took a deep breath. "Why are you so interested in the knife? Was there something strange about the way he was killed?"
They might be getting somewhere. Sam countered with, "Do you think there was something strange about it?"
For a second it looked like she might say something, but then she shook her head. "It was self-defense. He was going to kill me."
"That wasn't the question."
"Look," Dean said. "You're honestly not in any trouble. You're the victim here; we know that. But if there was anything you wanted to tell us about Robbie or the knife, anything at all, we'll believe you."
Camille thought about that for longer than she should have needed to if everything was normal. "I picked it up and held it out. He wouldn't stop, so I stabbed him. It did what a knife would do in that situation." As she said this last part, it almost sounded as if she was trying to convince herself that was all there was to it.
Sam was not satisfied by this answer, but they weren't getting anywhere. "Do you mind if we take the knife?"
She stared at the knife like she wasn't sure. "Can you just tell me what you're looking for?"
Sam set the knife down on the counter. "Why don't you just tell us what we'll find?"
"Sam," Dean said in a warning tone. He turned back to Camille. "It's classified. But I'm going to give you my direct number." He put a slight emphasis on "direct," and wrote one of his cell numbers down on a notepad. "And you can just give me a call if you think of anything. In fact, feel free to call me for any reason." He paused here, giving her the eyes to make sure his meaning was clear. Then he added, "We are going to have to take the knife though." He picked it up.
Camille stared down at the phone number for a second. "Uh, fine. Do whatever you need to do. It's just a knife."
They showed themselves out. As he slid into the driver's seat of the Impala, Dean said, "What was that back there? Why were you so hard on her?"
Sam would have thought that was obvious. "Because she knows something."
Dean tossed the knife in the glove compartment. "No, she doesn't. She's just a woman who was attacked by a thing and got lucky."
"Got lucky?" Sam repeated incredulously. "No one in recorded history has been so lucky as to randomly kill a vampire with a kitchen knife to the chest. There's something more going on here, and it's either the teacher or it's the knife."
Dean reached a different conclusion than the one Same was thinking of. "Then it's the knife, because her story checks out."
And that was when Sam knew there was something wrong. Because Camille Monroe's story did not check out at all. "You didn't get the sense that she was hiding something?"
"No, not at all."
Sam was working a new theory. "Well, what about this kid suddenly becoming obsessed with her?"
"How is that her fault? This is what I'm talking about, Sammy. The woman was just attacked by a crazed ex-student and you're giving her the third degree."
Sam did not point out that Dean's behavior toward Ms. Monroe had not been much better. Given what she had allegedly gone through, he had been coming on pretty strong. "That's another thing. She seems remarkably well adjusted considering she killed a man last week."
"Okay " Dean responded with a laugh. "I don't know what the deal is with you and this woman, but let's just get back to the motel and check out this knife."
Sam was pretty sure he wasn't the one who had some deal with this woman, but he agreed with Dean's proposed course of action, so he just nodded along.
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Author's Note: Plus, as far as Dean/OC-ness of this story goes, there's clearly something supernatural going on. But if you made it this far, you've obviously already given it a chance. So, thanks!