Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Ty stirred her coffee until she couldn't see the foam anymore. Her mind was still on her dream from last night. The last time she had thought of her sister or that night was five years ago when she turned twenty-three. She had never wanted to think about that night again. She looked up at hearing the bedroom door across from the bar open. Lily was pulling her hair through her ponytail holder.

"Morning," she said lowly.

Ty just nodded. She thought about telling her about her dream but decided that the focus on her coffee was more intent. She finally pulled her spoon out as Lily took a seat in front of her.

"Did you call Bobby about the help we need?" Lily asked, taking a long sip on her coffee.

"No," Ty said. "I was thinking of trying to find Dean. That story those boys told last night was such a load a bull that I think they might be players."

Lily smiled and pulled out a card from her pocket and slid it over to Ty. Ty took it and shrugged, not understanding what she was trying to say.

"That's 'Agent Moore's number," Lily said with a smile.

Ty smiled back and took a large gulp of her coffee. She stared at the card and then slid it back to Lily. She walked over to her coat that was discarded on the back of the couch and pulled out another card with a huge smile. She laid it down in front of Lily with a laugh.

"Dean, must have slipped this in my pocket when I left," Ty said, laughing harder. "I called him 'Agent Moore' when he helped me up, and he didn't correct me. He was 'Agent Harper'. I think it is time we paid them a little visit."

Lily threw back the rest of her coffee and sat the cup down with a thud. "When do we leave?"

Ty pulled out her cell phone and began to dial Dean's number. She waited patiently for someone to pick and was surprised when his voice mail picked up. She shut the phone and grabbed her coat, slipping it on.

"Come on," Ty said and pulled out her keys with a shake. "Let's go to the crime scene. I think we might need to make sure it is still closed."

Dean stood behind Sam as they looked around the bloody living room of the latest family's house. They had found the same sulfur trail that Ty found the day before. Dean looked at the yellow powder on the tips of his fingers and felt his insides turn. Sam moved away from the window and looked around the room. He knelt down in front of a puddle of blood, noticing the fur stuck to the blood.

"Why kill the family pet?" Sam asked.

Dean turned to where Sam was and looked at the clump of fur. He could only shake his head. He had seen a few instances where animals could see what was truly going on with something supernatural. He picked up the fur and rolled it around in his hand, feeling the dried blood on it. He tossed it back down and stood up.

"Sometimes animals see what is really going on, and it might have tried to defend the family," Dean said as started toward the hall.

He moved silently and looked in the rooms as he walked. Every room was damaged except one. The little girl's. He stepped in the room, looking at her clothes and dolls. There were a few pictures of the whole family, the grandmother, and the little girl. The frames were pink, girlie, and maybe even homemade. Dean ignored them and turned to the dollhouse. It was an exact replica of the house he stood in now. He reached for a doll laying nearby when he heard the faintest sound of boots on a carpet. He turned toward the door, reaching for his gun.

"Do you know how many laws you're breaking right now, Dean?" Ty asked, leaning against the doorway.

Dean let his hand fall from his gun as he looked Ty up and down. Her jeans were tight with a hole making in the knee. Her Batman belt buckle shined as if she polished it that morning. He could also see the bright, black handle of a gun sticking out from the belt. Her red shirt was buttoned except for the top where part of her black tank top was showing. Both her arms were folded across her chest and her hair was pushed back from her face.

"You going to arrest me?" Dean asked with a charming smile.

Ty smiled a little, biting at the jest. "I forgot my handcuffs in my other pants."

Dean moved closer to her, watching her. She shifted, letting her hands fall from her chest to her hips. He could see her eyes darting from his face to the floor, trying to avoid his eyes. He licked his lips at seeing how fast he made her uneasy.

"That's a real shame about the handcuffs," he said only inches from her face. "We could have a lot of fun."

Ty felt her breath catch as he got close to her. Her heart was pounding in her throat as she thought of some cleaver retort. Nothing came to mind. She could only stare at his green eyes. They were a shade darker now because he was in a dark blue shirt with a gray tee shirt underneath. She could smell coffee and a hint of bacon of his breath and felt herself smile.

"You really shouldn't be here, Dean." Ty said finally in a heavy breath.

Something hit Dean as heard her name come from her lips. He could hear a hint of concern in it, but then he knew what it was. She said his real name. He was certain that he hadn't told it to her last night.

"How did you find out who I was?" he asked, taking a step back.

Ty gulped. She wasn't ready to explain everything. There was an easy lie waiting for her to tell it. She looked into Dean's eyes and felt that lying would not come easy. Everything about him made it hard for her to dishonest. She could see in his eyes that he wanted and maybe even needed the truth from her. She took a breath, trying to make sure her story was straight.

"Bobby Singer," Ty said, half telling the truth.

She had called Bobby on the way over to the scene. She had described the boys to the last detail. Bobby had laughed when she told him the story. Then he had told her that her suspicions had been right. They weren't cops, FBI agents, reporters, or any other alias that they could come up with. They were the infamous Winchester Brothers. Dean was the oldest and most charming, he had said with his tongue planted firmly in his cheek. Sam was the youngest, tallest, and most quiet. Ty had smiled after she hung up and relayed the story to Lily.

"You know Bobby?" Dean asked.

"What? You think you're the only player in town?"

Dean smiled. He loved the fire that he could see in Ty's eyes. She was up for any challenge whether it came from him or something supernatural. That was the best kind of hunter. He pushed past her, purposely letting his body brush against hers. He heard her sharp intake of breath.

"Do I take your breath, Detective?" Dean leaned toward her face, bringing her lips close to her eyes. "By the way, nice belt buckle. I love Batman."

Ty shoved him, knocking him into the other side of the doorframe. Her relaxed body had suddenly become tight with anger and maybe even a little frustration. He could only smile a little.

"Your partner here?" he asked. "Maybe she brought her handcuffs."

Ty glared at him and then moved away from him. She walked toward the living room where Sam and Lily were talking and pointing to a puddle of blood left on the couch. She stormed up to them with a loud thud of her boots. Dean walked up behind her with a large smile. Lily looked up at her and was quickly told by a sharp look not to ask. She shrugged and turned back to Sam.

"Look Ladies," Dean said suddenly. "I think you can go back to chasing the real bad guys. I think we got this covered."

Ty turned to him, her glare more intent. "Really, Superman? What do you think it is shape shifter, werewolf or some kiddy monster?"

Dean growled a little at the Superman comment. He didn't mind being called that, but he would much rather be compared to Batman or Bruce Wayne, since he too had a cool car and a great mystery about him. He turned back to Ty, who standing with her hands on her hips liked she ruled the scene. Usually, Dean wasn't attracted to a girl like her, but there was something about the authority and gumption that she had toward him.

"Since it killed the family cat," Dean smiled. "I was thinking a Black Dog."

Ty smiled sarcastically. "You're a real smart ass."

Dean grinned at her. He could see how mad he was making her, and he loved it. She was used being in charge of every situation just like him. And he knew that she wasn't going to back down from this one. There would be a fight over who got this case and who would keep it. With only three months left to his life, there was no reason he had to stay. He could grab Sam by the arm and drag him out, leaving the girls to hand this mess. However, he hated leaving a job undone. Even it did rightfully belong to someone else.

"I'm sure there is something else in this town that you girls you can hunt and be a lot safer," Dean watched Ty as spoke and couldn't resist a slight smile.

Out of nowhere, Ty flew at him, hoping to land a fist in his face. She swung at him only to have Lily yank her back. Sam stepped between her and Dean as Lily pulled Ty away.

"Let go!" Ty screamed ferociously.

"Calm down!" Lily and Sam yelled together.

Ty pulled free from Lily and stomped to one side of the living room. She blew out angry breath and turned toward the window. Her eyes looked over at the broken lord's prayer plague and angel pictures. The smallest picture depicted the sequence of an angel falling to earth as a human. The crack down the middle was in this one too, but there was something about the way the glass was smashed over the fallen human. Ty felt her hear pound because she had seen pictures broke like that before. She felt a heavy weight fall on her shoulder as she stared at the picture. These two murders were not just some demented demon having fun, pretending to be a child. This was the start of something a lot bigger. She took a deep breath and turned to back to Dean.

"I'll make you a deal, Winchester," Ty said his last name curtly. "If you let me work this case I won't arrest you and your brother on about ten different chargers."

"We're the professionals!"

"Hey," Lily yelled. "We are just as good as you!"

Dean went to retort when Sam grabbed his arm and whispered something to his face. Ty knew that Dean was putting up a fight, but she didn't play cop; she was a cop. And she could do what she threatened.

"Fine," Dean said through clenched teeth to Sam.

"What was that Winchester?" Ty said with a sly smile.

Dean glared at her and then threw up his hands. "I said fine, but we are staying too."