Note: Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed. They are what fuel my fire, well that and Dean;) . Everyone's excitement for the inevitable Dean/Chuck smack down makes me really nervous to write it but definitely in a really good way. However that will have to wait for another chapter, just to keep the anticipation high! Also new episode of Supernatural yesterday and new Gossip Girl Monday have me in a haze of excitement.

After several hours spent interviewing the victim's families

"That was waste." Dean said leaning against the Impala and sipping from his flask.

"I think it's safe to say that Allison shared her little experience with Colt, Mullet, and Cherry with the whole town." Sam said sighing. "This case is getting more frustrating. What's our next move?"

"Let's go see how Blair's doing at the library." Dean decided. They had made her go to the library to read up on the victims rather then risk her pissing off more bereaved family members. Sam nodded and slid into the car next to Dean.

At the Library

Blair was getting a headache from starting at a computer screen for the last, what felt like, 15 hours. It turned out the four victims were pretty popular with the Small Town Midwest Chronicle and she had read every article and took notes. She wasn't Constance's best student for nothing.

"Hey." Dean whispered coming up next to her. Blair quickly put her hand up to silence him. She had one more article to read and she didn't want to be interrupted.

"Hang on, I've got one more article to read. Go find a quiet table somewhere and I'll fill you in after I finish this." Dean scowled but he lead Sam over to a table in the corner.

Blair finished reading her article and signed out on the computer log. She slid into a chair across from the Winchester boys and smiled at them. Dean figured she had just purchased some new $1,000 junk online he recognized smile of triumph when he saw it.

"So, what do we have?" Sam asked. "Interviews were a bust so we really need something here." He kept running his hands through his hair, like he was nervous or on edge. Blair's smile grew.

"Well it's your lucky day." Blair said triumphantly. Dean rolled his eyes but leaned in expectantly. "Let's start with the simple stuff then I'll get to the cherry on top." At the word cherry she looked at Dean and he chuckled.

"So, you like to be on top?" He asked. "Sounds good to me." Blair glared and kicked him under the table.

"Dean, could you contain your perverse thoughts for like ten minutes?" Sam asked exasperated. He was losing patience quickly and would rather not get in a brawl in the middle of a Library. Dean mumbled something that sounded like "What crawled up your ass?" but he shut up and motioned for Blair to continue.

"So all of our victims were football players for the high school team. They were known as the Ferocious Five. They lead the team to four state championships. Local heros all had full rides to state schools." Blair turned the page and Dean wondered what this had to do with anything and why she was so excited.

"They all lost their scholarships after one season. It seems their talent went missing as soon as they stepped onto the field. Fumbled the ball, couldn't catch, kicking only 10 yards and so on." She took a deep breath. "Thus they all returned home and next thing you know wound up dead."

"Wait. You said five?" Dean interrupted. "There were only four corpses. Did we miss one?" Blair pursed her lips in frustration.

"If you would just let me finish you would understand." She said shortly. "Now, according to the papers all the corpses were missing their feet. However, the autopsies show something entirely different." Dean raised his eyebrows but kept him mouth shut for once. "It turns out that Tim was the only one lacking his feet. Tommy was missing an arm, Ron his hands, and Devon his entire right leg."

"So the police lied to smoke out the killer?" Sam asked. "What's the significance of them all missing different body parts?" Blair's triumphant smile returned again.

"Well Tommy was the star quarterback, Ron was the running back who never missed a pass, Tim was the fullback who ran like the wind, and Devon made a 48 yard field goal." Blair continued to smile not only at her ability to uncover this little detail but also because she knew what these positions were.

"So you're saying that these boys were football prodigies who lost their magic appendage?" Dean asked. "That's a little messed up." Blair nodded her agreement. "So you're a big football fan? New York Giants in their tight pants get you going?"

"Actually, I prefer the Yale Bulldogs. My father takes me to a game once a year. It's not hard to pick things up from the 50 yard line halfway up." Blair smiled at him. "Anyways, it turns out that there is one more member of their little gifted group. Johnny Malone, he was the defensive end."

"The next victim?" Sam asked. "Wait, how did you find out about which limb they were really missing?"

"I know a thing or two about hacking. Just something I picked up." Blair said flipping back her brown curls. The truth was that she and Chuck had hacked some e-mails once in order to ruin some little freshman who was going around telling everyone that she had slept with Nate. "So, I think we need to find this Johnny and figure out what's going on."

"Agreed." Dean said. "But first I need some grub. I think I'm in the mood for Cherry Pie." With that he turned his gaze on Blair looking her up and down. She used her notebook to cover herself and brushed past him. "Oh baby I hate to see you go but I love watching you walk away." He called after her. Blair quickened her pace.

"You got a burger to go with that shake?" Dean yelled across the Library eliciting smirks and glares from the other people. Blair practically ran out the door in embarrassment. Sam just shook his head and pushed his brother along before they were forcibly removed from yet another Library because Dean couldn't keep his mouth shut.

Later that night

"So this is where our next victim lives?" Blair asked eyeing the rather large Colonial house. "It's the nicest house I've seen in this whole in the wall town."

"His father is the mayor and they own a construction company." Sam said, he had googled Johnny Malone earlier. "That's his truck out front. So he has to be home." Suddenly a figure emerged from the side of the house and they all strained to see who or what it was.

"It's Johnny." Blair whispered.

"How do you know?" Dean asked.

"I saw his picture when I was researching. Plus his name is on his letter jacket." She said pointing at the distinct jacket he wore. Johnny slid into his truck and sped off. Dean quickly threw the Impala into gear and followed him.

Johnny drove recklessly through town and out towards the nature reserve outside of town. He slammed his brakes as he flew into a parking spot and disappeared into the trees.

"Sammy get some ammo we gotta follow this son of a bitch." Dean said getting out of the car.

"Dean by the time we get everything together we'll have lost him and it's too dangerous to go in there unarmed. Let's come back in the morning and see what we can find." Sam said.

"Fine, but if he ends up dead it's on your head." Dean said reversing the Impala out of the parking lot and speeding towards the motel.

The Next Morning

"There was fire here." Sam said running his fingers through the ashes. "More satanic symbols on the trees. Definitely not your garden variety late night activities."

"What do you suppose he was doing?" Blair asked.

"Ritual of some kind. Probably praying to some nasty thing to save him. He has to know he's next if all his buddies are already six feet under." Dean said. "What's the connection?"

"Football." Blair said simply. "They were heroes. Talented, won every game, never missed a pass, block, kick, whatever. Then it stopped. As soon as they went to college." Dean and Sam nodded.

"Can't be the field or everyone in this town would be the next Tom Brady or Barry Sanders." Dean said thinking hard.

"They made a deal." Sam said. "Four years of talent. That's why whatever is killing them takes their legs, feet, arm, hands because those parts were what gave them the talent. The demon wants them back."

"Then why kill them?" Blair asked. "Why not just take the magic parts?"

"Demons are sick puppies." Dean said. "Who knows, maybe they bled to death, heart attacks. Demons aren't ones to make sense." He stood up and wiped his hands on his jeans. "Looks like we need to find a demon that can bestow talent. I'll call Bobby see what he knows." Dean pulled out his phone and walked away to make his call.

"Who's Bobby?" Blair asked.

"A friend." Sam said simply.

"A demon friend?" Blair asked cautiously. Sam's head shot up.

"No, more like a surrogate father." Sam said. Blair let out a sigh she didn't think she wanted to know anymore of the Winchester's demon friends.

"Bobby's gonna look. He says he remembers something from another case he worked a while back." Dean said rejoining them. "Let's get outta here. I'm hungry." Blair rolled her eyes it was beyond comprehension how he was always so hungry.

Later

Ruby had called and Sam left again. Blair and Dean had been sitting in the motel room waiting for Bobby to call back but something was obviously bothering Dean.

"Would you just sit down? You're making me dizzy." Blair said, annoyed because Dean was pacing the room again.

"I don't like that chick. I don't care if she did save his life or whatever. I don't like her." He had been repeating this like a mantra for several hours now.

"Dean, calm down. Sam's a big boy he can take care of himself." Blair settled back to enjoy the movie she was watching.

"You wouldn't understand you don't have any siblings." Dean shot back. "My dad told me to watch over Sammy."

"I get it." Blair said simply. "I have a friend who was always a big mess and I was always the one holding back her hair or looking for her in bathrooms. It's an instinct." Dean nodded in agreement. "You have to just relax. At some point letting them go is all you can do." They sounded like empty nesters talking about their children.

"You want to go get a drink?" Dean asked fidgeting again.

"You do know that I'm only 18 right?" Blair asked.

"Young and impressionable just how I like em." Dean said and for once Blair didn't smack him. She was just glad he wasn't pacing anymore. "Don't worry. A little T and A goes a long way." Blair rolled her eyes again.

"Just give me a minute to change." She said pulling out a few dresses and walking to the bathroom. Dean gave his shirt a quick sniff and figured it was probably time to change it.

Five minutes later

"Damn!" That was all Dean could manage when Blair emerged from the bathroom. She was wearing the dress from her dinner with Chuck that he had cancelled. It was a little revealing for the bar but Dean had asked for a little T and A. Plus she was hoping he would shut up about Sam.

"You said T and A." Blair said.

"That'll work." Dean said admiring her long legs and rather ample breasts. "Mr. Fish really is a complete and total moron." Blair blushed at the compliment.

"Shall we?" She asked. Dean nodded offering her his arm but not taking his eyes off her rack.

"Cherry, I need your mother's address I want to thank her for everything that she gave you." Dean said sneaking a peek at her ass.

"That might be interesting." Blair said sliding into the passenger seat of the Impala.

At the bar

After several drinks, most sent to Blair by other patrons, Dean decided that it was time for a song. He left Blair with yet fifth free drink and moved to see if the jukebox was going to make his dreams come true. Dean chuckled to himself as he chose the perfect song and motioned to Blair to join him on the dance floor.

"What did you pick? AC/DC? I Love my Mullet?" She asked coming over and he took her in his arms.

"You'll see." He replied smiling as the song began.

She's my cherry pie.

Cool drink of water.

Such a sweet surprise.

Tastes so good make a grown man cry.

Sweet Cherry Pie.

Blair's eyes widened as she realized the song he had chosen.

"Do you taste so good make a grown man cry Cherry?" Dean whispered in her ear. "Or is Mr. Fish not an eater?" Blair blushed but the alcohol was making her bold that and the way Dean smelled and the feel of his muscles through his T-shirt.

"Maybe you'll have to let me know." She whispered back, throatily. Dean felt his self getting harder and pulled her closer.

Cause she wanted me to feed her.

So I mixed up the batter

And she licked the beater.

"Will you let me lick the beater?" Blair asked sliding her hands down to his belt buckle. Dean groaned quietly in the back of his throat.

"Cherry I'll let you lick it twice." He whispered back. She smiled suggestively at him. Dean couldn't take it anymore so he just gave in.

Blair gasped a little when Dean's lips met hers. They were so different from Chuck's. They weren't as soft and his kiss was rougher, harder. She could feel his stubble scratching her cheek.

"What do you say we go back to the motel?" Dean asked breaking the kiss.

Note: Lyrics are from Warrant's "Sweet Cherry Pie". I know the chapter was a little slow but I needed to move the whole case plot along. Read and review!!!!