Injured Angels Book 1

Authors: Moviegeek03 and Pumpkin

Pairings: Sam/Sarah and Dean/Lois

Summary: Sam and Dean head to upstate New York to take care of an odd occurrence of murders threatening the town's wealthy citizens (ie Provenance episode 1x19). There the brothers meet more than just the spirits they had expected. Sam meets his match with Sarah, the daughter of the man auctioning off the deceased's personal belongs. With a little help from Sarah, the brothers soon discover the cause of the gruesome murders in town. But Dean still has a surprise awaiting him at the next victim's house...one in the form of Miss Lois Lane.

Chapter 1

The early morning sun slowly but menacingly filtered through the dingy motel window. To be such an upscale city filled with such wealthy citizens, especially those willing to shell out hundreds upon hundreds of dollars for people's unwanted belongings, the town sure had one of the crappiest motels known to man…And Dean Winchester had seen the crappiest of the top crappy motels across the United States. But none of this mattered much at the moment while the man unconsciously buried his spiky head deeper into the pillow to escape the morning sun.

Sam, oblivious to Dean's attempt to sleep in, returned to the motel slamming the door in the midst of juggling scolding coffee and calorie filled donuts. A half groan half snore welcomed Sam back to the room, along with a very pissed and barely awake Dean. The dim red light of the alarm clock tauntingly blinked 6 AM towards his half raised sleep mussed head. "What the hell Sam! Do you ever actually freaking sleep any more?"

"Hey, not everybody likes to stay in bed all day Dean," Sam argued back at his obviously grouchy brother. Maybe if I give him the coffee now I can avoid this conversation…Sam pushes the coffee and donuts closer to Dean in hopes that the alluring smell would be enough to distract his attentive brother.

Dean's attention slightly drew over to the offered breakfast, then shot right back at Sam. Puffy reddish eyes rimmed by a deep blackish ring easily gave away the fact that Sam had not slept….Big freaking surprise Sammy. "Dude six AM is not ALL DAY. Most people consider it I good time to sleep past….Hell, we spent most of the night rummaging around dead people's stuff looking for the damn painting causing the Telescas' death. Excuse me for wanting to get a little sleep!" The ranting stopped just long enough for Dean to gulp down some coffee and gram a donut deep into his mouth, but the glare he sent towards his little brother never wavered.

"Come on…You're still just pissed that we had to leave that bar a few towns over before you got to bed with those two chicks you were feeling up."

"Hey! I'm classier than that! I did not feel them up. I just talked to them…granted I told them I was that producer. But that was about as far as I got before your workaholic ass dragged me up here! I mean, we obviously had to get here, but I could've at least had some time with those girls first Sam!" Dean paused yet again to shove another donut in his mouth. Sam just stood back sipping at the coffee waiting for the part of the conversation that he was definitely dreading but expecting. "And you! That girl's friend was totally checking you out!"

Sam not missing a beat, "Because you told her I was your co-producer."

"Does it really matter? You so could have had her in the sack without even trying!" Sam rolled his eyes moved over to the table and chairs across from Dean's bed. He doesn't say a word while he powers up his computer, hoping to shut Dean out for a while. But it doesn't…"Fine, what about that hottie from yesterday. Sally…Sadie…um…"

"Sarah," Sam barely whispered.

"Yeah, that's it! She was digging whatever crap you were feeding her last night at her dad's auction."

Sam glared back at Dean, "I was not 'feeding her crap,' man. We were talking about art and history. Some people actually like having conversations that more in depth than 'That shirt looks hot on you.'"

Biting down his annoyance, Dean continued to counter his brother's attempt to avoid the elephant in the room. "Sam, look, I could tell you liked her. I mean, I'm guessing all of this has to do with Jess?" Sam's gaze stayed rooted to the laptop's glowing screen. That's a yes. "Look, I know I didn't know Jesse well, but I think she'd want you to be happy."

Sam stared at the screen, trying to hold back the tears pooling in his eyes at his brother's words. "Yeah, I know." Sam blinked as if trying to come out of a daze filled with memories of hand in hand walks around Standford and late nights curled into a warm body on the couch. "Part of this may be about Jess, but that's not all of it."

Dean nodded, despite the disbelief he felt at what his brother told him. Instead of continuing the argument, Dean struggled out from the cocoon of covers to grab his discarded jeans from the dirty motel floor. After rummaging around in the pockets, he hastily pulled them on. "Shit!"

"What?"

"I think I lost my wallet at the auction house last night."

Spending days surrounded by antique furniture and paintings no human being should ever own was definitely not how Sarah Blake had expected her life to turn out. College had made her much more suited for days spent in the basement of a museum carefully sorting masterpieces. But her mother's death quickly altered any fathomable dreams Sarah once had while pouring through her art history books in the library. Now, she couldn't bring herself to leave her father behind her for her own pursuit of dreams. So, days spend examining wealthy clientele's furniture seemed to be the only option left.

The soft clicking of heels did little to bring Sarah out of her thoughts. However, her best friend sneaking up to grab her shoulders and shriek BOO as loud as possible….Yeah, that did the job! "Damn it Lois! What if I'd had a vase or glass or something breakable in my hands?"

Lois only laughed at her friend. "Come on, you know I double check what you're doing beforehand." Sarah's glare only added to the Cheshire cat grin spread out across Lois's face. "I do remember that time when we were running around here and knocked over that glass shelf your dad was auctioning off…" Sarah's glare softened at the childhood memory. "Almost made me glad that my dad was getting stationed in a different state at the time." Sarah somehow doubted that. Her friend had moved around the United States more than anyone Sarah knew. Her father's military career prevented actual roots to ever be set up during Lois's childhood; yet somehow Sarah and Lois had managed to stay in touch ever sense they met at eleven years old. Now, having graduated from college, both lived in the small town in upstate New York.

"What are you doing here anyway Lois? Not that I mind the distraction," Sarah said as she absentmindedly shuffled vases around the room.

Lois snarled at one particularly ugly flower patterned vase before responding, "I'm on the job actually. The boss assigned me to the Telesca murder. Since the police were so helpful…" Lois rolls her eyes at the seriously lacking officers of her town. "I thought that maybe I could scrounge up something from the stuff your dad brought here from their house. I mean, you can't honestly believe that the guy who did that left no trace whatsoever. No criminal can be that good! Next thing you know the police will be blaming it on some damn ghost or something else just as stupid."

Sarah sighed deeply as Lois continued to zig zag through the various pieces of furniture and art. "There really isn't much left after the other night's auction. We still have a painting, but I doubt there would be anything on it from the murders, sweetie. The Telescas kept it on their mantle top; I wouldn't expect that to do you much good."

"Damn!" Lois's shoulders slumped at her friend's words. "I was hoping to catch a break"

"I'd maybe go see Evelyn sometime tonight. She bought the bulk of the Telescas' antiques. As long as you don't plan on actually ruining anything…" Lois playfully put on her best 'who me?' face. "Then I'd say that she will be willing to let you look around."

"Thanks hun! I knew I kept you around for something!" Lois quickly gave Sarah a small hug before rushing off towards the door. "I'll figure something out! And hey! You have to fill me in on that hot date you had last night! See ya Sarah!"

"Come on Sam! We have to go in there!" Sam slumped farther down in the passenger seat as if the leather would somehow hide his giant frame away from his brother. "My wallet has my fake ids and my prints all over the damn thing. It would be just our luck that some good Samaritan would pick it up and drop it off at the police station. And last I checked, I'm dead according to the system, I'm dead! Or did you forget that little incident in St. Louis?" Sam's eyes shined with defeat and annoyance. "Look, we don't have a choice, Sam. We either go in there or risk having every fed known to man on our asses." With that Dean got out of the Impala and looked back at Sam expectantly. Sam finally climbed out of the car and followed Dean towards the front entrance. Dean paused at a glimpse of long hair and even longer legs off towards the side of the building.

"Let's just get this over with, Dean."