CHAPTER 7
"Sam," Dean said to his brother the next morning over coffee at the local diner. "What the friggin' hell is going on?" His voice was waking him out of his sleepiness, his brain still focused on the previous night.
"What?"
"I said, what's going on?"
"I don't know, Dean. I wish I did." He rubbed his temples with his hands, trying to comprehend all of the information that the two had gained altogether.
"We've got a dead guy, his boyfriend and his psycho murderer girlfriend? Who does that? Who has a love triangle that weird?"
Sam's thoughts rushed through his head, mixing and matching for some scrap of sense, but it wasn't panning out. And then the lightbulb flicked on.
"I don't think anyone does. I think it's one-sided." He replied.
"What?"
"Think about it-Cupid in disguise, doing his daily low-profile work, when he sees a girl in need. Boom, she gets hit by an arrow."
"And," Dean interrupted. "Kills some poor sap out of jealousy because he's living his life with someone other than her?"
"Exactly. He probably has no idea she was interested in him-just some girl at the weekly class. But it still doesn't make sense. Cupid makes perfect matches: our parents being one of them. He doesn't do things that end up wrong."
"What if Cupid didn't do this?" Dean offered. Sam considered the alternative.
"I guess. But who else could've?"
"Really, I have no idea. But for once, I'd like to be the smart one and think outside the box. Let's ask him ourselves. Let's get the answers right out of the horse's ass."
"I think", Sam replied with a smile. "You mean horse's mouth."
"No, I mean ass."
CHAPTER 8
