Author's note: These fics are based on real episodes from all four seasons of Supernatural. The characters and plots belong to the creator and writers for the show. If you want background on the new character you can read the previous episodes.
Sam was trying to explain the details of the murder to Dean, but he was distracted. He was always distracted by something. Sam caught his attention again and forced him to focus.
"Their throats were slit, all the doors were locked, no witnesses, no forced entry." Maybe if he used short phrases he would concentrate long enough to understand.
"Charming." Dean threw out, he had heard him, it just wasn't anything new. "But we can't pick this up until the bright and early right?"
"Right."
"Great." He pat Sam on the shoulder. "Why don't you head back to the hotel? Do the whole, not socializing thing."
Sam grimaced and looked at him. "Whatever dude." He paused for a moment and glanced towards the jukebox, where Kayla was pushing quarters into the machine.
"What?"
Defensive, he knew it. "Did you and Kayla…"
"Get your mind out of the gutter man."
Sam smirked; he wondered when that line was going to be crossed. With Dean for a brother, he was surprised it wasn't a lot sooner. "It's about time."
"I have no idea what you're talking about. Get outta here."
He started to gather his things but watched Dean go to the jukebox and touch Kayla's arm. The smile on her face when she looked at him was impossible to miss; something had started. Sam smiled and walked out.
"Let me buy you a drink."
Kayla raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that chivalrous of you?"
"Well it's not really my money so, you know."
"Don't ruin it."
He grinned and motioned her towards the bar. If he had anything to do with it, this would be a long night. Preferably one that lead into the morning. His immediate thought was distracted as he heard a song come across the speakers, he looked at Kayla.
"Zeppelin?"
She shrugged with a sheepish smile. "It's growing on me."