This Castile guy was so obviously into him , it was almost too much too watch. I ignored them the best I could and looked over my arms and the intricate tattoos that covered them. ''kat , any thoughts?'' I looked up abruptly at dean. '' on what?'' he rolled his eyes. '' on the case do..'' '' oh yes its not of supernatural, its completely scientific I have a guy at the FBI, not an agent of course, who might be able too help and with that I was up with my cell phone glued too my ear, ''hello, peter bishop? Yes its me kat''
dean
I rolled my eyes Adam was so obviously into her. He watched her every tattooed move. Who could blame him? A 13 year old bad ass with nice natural red hair, blue eyes and more tattoos then I cared to count. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and started too sway. Adam almost fainted. I think she felt his eyes on her cause she wiped around and gave a reassuring wink. Adam spun around in the both, stole my scotch and downed it in one gulp. '' so what is it about her you like so much?'' Adam looked like he just got caught doing something wrong. '' tattoos? Hair? Her jugs are nice for a gir-'' he threw his fist down and pointed at me.''don't you dare talk about her-hey kat who did you call?'' she smiled as she sat down '' ghost busters'' they smiled at each other, ah I thought young love.
Chapter one- his name was peter bishop
Adam still hadn't stopped picking me apart with his eyes, I was pretty close too having enough with him and his incessant staring but I was too busy looking out for peter. Then I saw him pull up on his coveted 37' Indian. I smiled at him and he road over. Dean seemed impressed and approached peter ''nice bike what is it a 37' Indian,? some nice shit'' peter smiled and Castile tensed. I walked up and wrapped my arms around peter. ''hey peter hows olive?'' he tensed and I let my hands slide off ''whats wrong?'' he sighed ''can we talk about this later?'' I nodded '' but we ARE talking about this'' I said. Peter looked over at Adam quizzically ''his he um'' he pointed at Adam. ''okay?'' I rolled my eyes. '' he will be, in a minute.'' his eye brown became safely nestled in his hairline. I walked over to Adam, my footfalls (too me at least) shook the ground. I grabbed is arm as I passed and pulled him with me into the now empty bar. ''come on Adam we are gonna talk'' by the time we actually got in the bar and the bar tender pour each of us a scotch, Adams face had completely pale. ''i-i-i-i-i—i-i-i-i-i-i-i'' he was stuttering all over the place. He stopped when I placed my hand lightly on his. '' Adam'' I spoke as I tread, lightly. ''please tell me whats wrong'' he shook his head and cleared his head. ''I'm sorry but I just I- cant'' he tore himself away and practically ran out and (I held back a laugh) he hid behind dean who rolled his eyes as if too say wow really sure hide behind your big brother.
Adam
I shook behind dean, as I (admitedly) hid behind him. Dean turned around ''damnit boy go in there and...'' I stopped him ''no no no what if'' I lowered my voice tooo a whisper ''what if she thinks im a creep or It ruins our friendship I..'' I took a breath '' dean I cannot live with out her, I dont know what I'd do.'' he smiled , one of his rare warm smiles. '' I know, belevie me'' he looke up at cas ''I know''