Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, but I'll take Dean any time they wanna give him away!
This story is inspired by Taylor Swifts You Belong With Me, its my inspiration, although you won't know why for a few more chapters. Thanks so much for the reviews and for taking the time to read my very first FanFic.
California: Werewolf Hunt A Month Later
"Why are we even going, really? She will have already finished the job. How does she know where we are going? I just don't get it. Are you telling someone, Sam?" Dean whined. This was not the first or the hundredth time this subject had been brought up. It was all Dean could talk about lately.
"Your panties sure are in a twist, your sounding like a little girl Dean, I'm getting tired of it. What, are we supposed to give up hunting? Just in case she already got to it? " Sam asked. Dean just glared at him, and then focused on the road. They got to the motel, and unloaded the car, and walked into the room. Throwing their stuff on the floor, they collapsed on the two queen beds. They had driven 12 hours almost non stop, and instantly fell asleep, not not even bothering to take off their shoes. When Dean woke up, he glanced at the opposite be to see his brothers tall frame hanging off the end of the bed. Snickering he went and took a shower, singing at the top of his lungs to wake up Sam. Sam got up, and went into the bathroom, knowing his brother was distracted because he hadn't locked the door. Taking the opportunity that had presented itself, never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Sam grabbed all the towels, and threw them on their beds. Then he threw Deans clothes on the bed, too. Then he did his morning business, to the tune of Dean singing at the top of his lungs. Dean didn't hear anything suspicious. Smiling, Sam flushed the toilet, and ran out of the bathroom. Sitting on the bed closest to the bathroom to get the best view, Sam waited. A second later, he heard a ear piercing girlish scream, then saw a wet Dean run out of the bathroom, butte naked. Shampoo was running down into his eyes, and he was blindly searching for a towel. "Here." Sam said handing him what Dean thought was a towel.
Wiping the shampoo out of his eyes with his "towel" Dean said "Thanks, asshole. You did that on purpose." He looked down at the towel he had just wiped his face with and noticed they were his dirty boxers from the day before. "Oh GOD! That's nasty! Bitch!" Dean stalked away and Sam sent the picture he had taken of Dean wiping his face with his own dirty boxers to just about everybody he knew.
After they were done with their showers, they ran to the gas station to gas up the Impala, and grab some newspapers to see if they could find any more leads to the werewolf killings. Back at the hotel they didn't have to look to far, because the front page headlined said "Two men were shot through the heart last night!" Reading the paper they learned that the men had been shot straight through the heart, and that although the police would not identify them, they were believed to be suspects in four other murders, and that the bullets used to kill the men were unique. "Unique my ass, hand made silver bullets I bet." Sam said.
Not seeming surprised that the job was already done, Dean looked at Sam and started walking towards the door. "What are you doing?" Sam asked.
"The only other thing that I'm great at besides hunting, getting laid." Dean smirked and went to the car. Sam stayed behind to get back to his email. An hour and half later Dean stormed back in and threw himself on the couch. "I thought you were getting laid, done already, they have pills for that you know." Sam said looking up from his computer.
Dean twisted around, and twisted his lips trying to form words, but was so angry that he had to take a couple deep breaths before he said "She did it again!"
"What, tell every one that your gay? Tell everyone that you were her stalker? Tell everyone that you were her mentally handicapped brother who liked to go around acting like a cop? That you had a several venereal diseases? That you were caught jacking off to pictures of little boys dressed up like bunnies? That you were a male hooker?" Sam asked. Because these were all the things that had happened on their previous jobs. Dean had not gotten any in 6 weeks and was becoming desperate.
"No, she had handed out hundreds of posters with my picture on them, saying that I was a womanizer and that I had cheated on her with dozens of women, and possibly a couple of men. No girl would even talk to me!" Dean said, his eyes wide with rage.
"Go to another bar." Sam said shrugging his shoulders and going back to his computer.
"I went to ALL OF THEM! She had beat me there. How does she even find the time, she hunts and screws with me before I can even get to town. I just don't know what I did to deserve this. I'm not a bad guy." Dean was screaming now, and pacing the room, while running his hands through his short brown hair.
At Sam's silence at the bad guy remark, he looked up. Sam was just watching him. "Oh, now you think I'm a bad guy, thanks a lot little brother. Why aren't you getting upset too. Isn't this pissing you off?" he asked.
"Not really, I haven't had to kill anything in six weeks, and I get to laugh at your expense. Life is pretty good for me right now." he said, then went back to typing on his computer.
'That's it, I'm done. Were starting a new hunt...for her. Were going to Bobby's, to see if he can help us track her down, since you can't find anything on your computer about her." Dean slammed his fist down on the desk next to the computer.
Sam looked up at him with a serious expression. "Are you sure you wanna know who she is? What if she is someone you don't want to remember? What if..." He stopped at the look in his brothers green eyes. "OK, when do you wanna leave?"
