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Description: Spoilers up to Tall Tales. Sam and Dean run into a mysterious girl on one of their trips. Can they work together? And what is she hiding from them?
Notes: This is my second fic, though it's my first Supernatural one. It will be updated whenever I get a chance, I've got a busy time ahead of me. Schoolwork, life stuff, etc.
A/N: Yeah, I know, I promised this chapter ages ago, but life always has a way of butting in, doesn't it? But, things are settling down now, and my writer's block is fading, so there should be more frequent updates. But I'm not gonna promise anything, coz then I can't get in trouble. Hee.
Dean pulled the Impala to a stop outside Stacey's apartment. He chanced a look at Sam.
"This is all yours, little brother. I ain't going in there, she might start yelling at me again."
"That's because you're an ass."
Dean shrugged. He had a point. He watched as Sam tapped his fingers against his knee a few times, then got out of the car and walked up to the front door and knocked. A few minutes later, the door opened and Sam disappeared inside. Dean leant his head back against the seat and closed his eyes, waiting.
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Sam turned down the drink Stacey offered him. She crossed her arms, leaning her body against the wall.
"So, what brings you back here?"
"Uh…We're leaving. Wanted to stop by and…"
Stacey raised her eyebrows. Boy sure had a way with words.
"And what, Sam?"
"See, the thing is….We've got a new case. But we might need some help with it. So, we were wondering if you wanted to come with us."
Sam looked up and smiled a little at the shocked expression on her face. His smile disappeared when she spoke, however.
"Sam, I appreciate the offer, but I don't play well with others. And I'm likely to kill your brother if I'm stuck with him for longer than ten minutes."
He sighed. This was going to be tough.
"I know my brother can be annoying…But he's good at what we do. And from what I saw last night, so are you. We need you to come with us."
"If you're so good at your job, you should be able to handle it just fine."
Sam watched as she started to clear some papers off her table. He moved over to stand behind her.
"I don't know if the two of us can work this case out without back-up. Something's affecting all of the men in a town, and…"
She turned around, suddenly noticing how close he was. She looked up at him, considering.
"Say I do agree to come. I'm not taking orders from either of you. I use my own weapons. And…there will be no…special favors during the hunt."
Sam took a step back, blushing slightly.
"Special favors?"
"Relax. I was kidding. Kind of. Give me twenty minutes to pack and I'll meet you outside."
Sam watched her walk towards her room.
"Stacey?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks…"
She smiled at him then disappeared, and Sam went back outside, climbing into the front seat of the Impala. Dean looked at him questioningly.
"She's gonna help."
Sam ignored Dean's frustrated sigh, and stared out the window, passing the time, and trying very hard not to think about special favors.
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Several hours later, Dean pulled into the parking lot of a fairly respectable looking motel. He got out of the car and went into the office to get them a room. While waiting for someone to help him, he glanced back out at the car, smirking at Sam's obvious discomfort.
Sam pulled at a thread on his jeans, sitting in silence as Stacey read through all the information they'd been able to find for the case. He heard her sigh and turned to face her, finding a frown on her face.
"So…why are we attempting to save these scumbags?"
"Because they're…innocent people."
She rolled her eyes.
"Oh, yeah. Real innocent, the way they're going and cheating on their wives and girlfriends."
Sam smiled slightly. She had a point.
"Normally we wouldn't bother, but the fact that there's been so many…something's off about it."
"You got that right."
The car door suddenly opened and Dean climbed back in, a strange expression on his face. He glanced at them.
"Now, uh…before you kill me, let me explain. They only had one free room. And it only has two beds."
Sam and Stacey stared at him. Sam's stare he could handle, he'd been the aim of it for years, but hers…He shifted in is seat.
"We should get unpacked."
He hurried out of the car, and opened the trunk, pulling out bags and carrying them over to the door. He watched as they got out of the car together and walked over, still slightly glaring at him. He opened the door, walked inside and groaned.
There were two double beds, a small table and kitchen area, and one old sofa that looked like it would fall apart if you touched it.
"Damn, even the sofa isn't big enough for anyone."
Stacey pushed past him and looked around. Then she put her hands on her hips and faced him.
"So, you sleep on the floor."
"Excuse me, sweetheart, I don't do the floor."
"Ok, never call me that again. And also, that sofa's not going to hold anything. And…two beds! What the hell?"
Dean smirked a little and looked at Sam.
"Guess someone's gonna have to share."
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A few arguments, and several games of rock, paper, scissors later, the bedding arrangement was settled. Even if the only person happy with it was Dean.
Stacey stood up from the table and stretched.
"I'm researched out. Gonna turn in."
Dean looked at Sam who was suddenly very pale.
"Well, the night is still young for me. Might go hit a few bars, and see if I can find anymore info. You two behave while I'm gone."
He stood up and hurried out of the room, chuckling to himself. Stacey looked at Sam, then grabbed her bag and went into the bathroom, changing into something more comfortable. Sam tried not to stare when she reemerged in a singlet top and sweatpants and climbed under the covers of the bed. The bed that he was supposed to share with her.
"I can take the floor if you want."
She sat up and looked at him.
"Don't be stupid, I wouldn't even make your brother do that. No matter how much he bugs me. Just…we're adults, and it'll be fine. Unless you want to share a bed with your brother?"
"No. You're right. It'll be fine."
Sam stood up and pulled off his shirt and jeans, leaving his t-shirt and boxers on. Then he climbed into the bed as well, his back against hers. He could feel her move a little, and tried not to notice how warm she felt next to him.
"Dean will probably crawl back in sometime in the morning"
"Ok."
He closed his eyes, but didn't even feel remotely tired.
"Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"Your feet are cold."
He laughed, and felt her do the same. He purposely touched his feet against hers, laughing harder when she jumped and pulled away. She turned to face him, poking him in the chest when he rolled onto his back.
"That wasn't very nice."
He grinned, and she smiled back. He found himself studying every detail of her face until she blushed and looked away. He felt her hand still resting on his chest, feeling almost cold when she moved it away.
"Sorry."
"It's ok."
She settled onto her back next to him, and he wasn't sure whether to be happy or annoyed at how tiny the bed was. He glanced at her again, and reached out to brush some hair from her face. Her eyes closed at the contact and she let out a little sigh. He was about to move closer to her, but a loud bang followed by some shouting outside snapped him back to reality and he snatched his hand away.
"Night, Stacey.
"Goodnight."
There we go. Some flirting action. Also, you may have noticed the rating has gone up. That's because I wanted to be safe rather than sorry, considering the hunt they're on. Wonder if any of you have figured it out yet. Things will get interesting in the next chapter, I promise.
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