Sam left Billie's house before he did something that he really wasn't prepared to do. He felt a strong pull towards her that he just couldn't explain. She made his mouth dry and she almost made him forget about Dean. Her green eyes compelled him to want to hold her close and to reassure her that everything would be ok in the world, but he of all people knew that wasn't the truth. She was short, so short maybe she reminded him of a kid. No not a kid. A kid would never have him feeling the things he was feeling as he listened to her talk about her friend Dawn. He knew if Dean was here that he would be making so much fun of him that it would be unmerciful. Sam shook his head and ran a hand through his shaggy hair. He knew he had to get control of himself. First thing was first though and he needed to go do some more research on Dawn and her friend Billie.
He drove back to his hotel and unlocked the door with the key he had gotten at the front desk yesterday when he had driven into town. The room was dark but somehow the dark paneling and the red comforter made him feel at ease. It reminded him of somewhere that he would have stayed with Dean except with two beds instead of one. Sometimes bringing a girl back made things interesting when they were together. Sam smiled as he remembered some of the challenges of either brother bringing someone back to the room. He had spent more than one night in the Impala. To be honest he guessed Dean had a few times as well.
Going in and throwing his coat over the bed he stripped off his tie and began to get comfortable. He changed into a pair of well worn jeans and his favorite grey v neck tee shirt. Trading dress shoes for boots he felt more like himself. He grabbed his computer and sat down to start looking for information on both girls. First he checked into Dawn's background. She seemed to be a very normal girl. Nothing of much help there. Then he did search on Billie. He found out that she had quit college just like she had told him at her house. She was an only child and her parents had been killed in a car wreck when she was 15. She had moved in with Dawn and her family for a while until she finished school and headed to college. There were a few pictures of her from her job on the cruise ships she had worked on. She had been a dancer and entertainer. He felt a strong pull in his gut when he saw pictures of her on the beach somewhere in Mexico. Blue waters behind her were almost the color of her two piece bikini. Her sun kissed skin making the blue color pop even more and somehow almost matching the color in her blonde hair.
Sam flipped through several more pictures but after finding a few glamour type shots of Billie that stirred even deeper feelings in him he decided it was time to find something else to occupy his mind. He shut down his computer and grabbed the keys to the Impala. Driving himself to the local library he went through newspapers that were on file to read up on the other murders that had happened recently in this town. He was looking for any connection that he could come up with. All of the victims had been women between the ages of 24 and 32. All had been blonde and most of them had short hair. Sam sat back and rubbed his hands over his face. This made things somewhat easier that the perp had a "type". The bad part was that Billie fit that description to a T. Pushing away from the table, Sam stood to his full height and decided he should tell Billie what he had found out.
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My phone rang just before 6 PM. I looked at the screen but didn't recognize the number. Deciding I needed to answer it anyway I slid my finger over the screen and answered, "Hello, Billie speaking." The voice on the other end was smooth and sexy as he said, "Billie, this is Detective Frehley. I was wondering if we could meet so I can discuss a few more things with you?", he waited for me to answer. I glanced at myself in the mirror and saw that my face was blotchy from crying earlier and my hair was in dire need of a brush. "Ummmm, yeah sure. What time and where?" I began running my fingers through my hair and headed with my phone in hand to my room to grab my makeup bag. "I was thinking we could meet at the diner down by the highway in say 20 minutes?", Sam said almost hesitantly. "That sounds fine with me. I'll see you there.", I answered him. We said our goodbyes and I frantically retouched my makeup and quickly fixed my unkempt hair.
I climbed into my car and drove the few minutes into town to the café that had been there since as long as I could remember. When I pulled into the parking lot I saw Sam's Impala parked on the side of the parking lot. It was just beginning to get dark when I climbed from my car. I chose to park close to Sam and then headed to the door. When I entered the café I looked around to find Sam. He wasn't hard to find since he was so tall. When he saw me looking for him he threw up a hand and smiled almost sweetly at me. I made my way to the table where he was seated. He was in a circular type booth so there weren't a his side and a my side. We both slid into the booth fairly close but not touching. "Thank you for coming.", Sam said. The waitress breezed over and asked if she could take our drink orders but she seemed to give me a cold look. She gave Sam a very different look I noticed. I smiled at the thought of her thinking we were together. I ordered a sweet tea with lemon and Sam ordered a water.
Sam pulled a few papers out of a messenger bag and started to place them on the table when our waitress came back with our drinks. She smiled sweetly at Sam and batted her lashes at him. "Can I get you something else?", she asked almost seductively. "I'll take a grilled chicken sandwich and sweet potato fries. What would you like dear?", he said as he winked over at me. I raised my eyebrows and said. "I'll just share yours darling." Sam gave me an appreciative smirk when he saw that I was playing along with his little ruse. Our waitress huffed off and Sam threw back his head in hearty laughter. "That was awesome! I never thought you would play along.", he said as he looked at me with a mischievous twinkle in his hazel eyes. I tried really hard to not get lost in those eyes and cleared my throat and looked down before I got too wrapped up in him.
Sam got his laughter under control and then lay the papers on the table in front of us. "So get this, I found out that this guy, I'm guessing it's a guy, has a "type" of woman he looks for. All of his victims have been between the ages of 24 and 32 with shortish blonde hair. I'm really worried that because you were friends with Dawn that he may target you next.", Sam looked at me soulfully and I swallowed. I couldn't live my life in fear but I really didn't want to be this freak's next victim either. "What do you suggest that we do about this?", I say as I meet Sam's gaze full on. Sam shifts in his seat. "Well, ummm, I could stay with you.", he held up his hands in a hold on gesture and continued, "Now it would be strictly business and I would give you your space. I just can't have you being the next victim if I can help it." I looked down at my fingers trying to decide if this was a good idea or not. I felt a strong attraction to Sam and I had a sneaking suspicion that he had the same feelings. Finally I nodded, "Ok, you can stay in my guest room. I'll give you a key and you can come and go as you need to.
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Sam followed Billie back to her house after they stopped and grabbed some of his things from the hotel. He decided to keep his room for a few days since he may need to go back and forth for some reason. Billie showed him where his room would be and gave him an extra key that she had in her kitchen drawer. "I will try to stay out of your way as much as possible.", Sam says as he looks down at Billie. He longed to tuck that strand of hair behind her ear that was colored blue but he resisted and kept his hands to himself instead. "Ok well I'm going to call it a night. Just yell if you need me.", he says and then gives he a half smile. Billie tells him goodnight and heads to the living room to watch a little primetime TV.
Sam closed the door behind him and walked into the room that was as cozy as the rest of the house seemed to be. The bed was firm just the way he liked it and a king size so he wouldn't hang off the end like he did some of the beds in the hotels he stayed in. He flopped down in the overstuffed chair in the corner and pulled his laptop into his lap. He pecked on a few keys and soon found himself looking back through the pictures of Billie he had found earlier. He could feel his body betraying him as his jeans began to tighten just a bit. Her being in the next room didn't help matters much. He closed the computer and stood in frustration. He then began pacing the room like a caged lion. He quickly strode to the adjoining bathroom and splashed water onto his face. He looked at himself in the mirror. He had to get a grip on himself and he had to do it quickly before he did something that he regretted.