Chapter 9:
I went and picked up two pies, both half pepperoni, half bacon. I was home within forty-five minutes. I had just put them back in the oven to heat them up when Sam and Dean walked through the door, Sam sounded annoyed and Dean just sounded exasperated. I heard Sam muttering something about hell while they were putting their stuff down in the living room, but as soon as they walked in they stopped.
I poured three glasses of whiskey, "So what you find out, agents?" I asked, pulling the pies out of the oven. I chose not to meddle in their personal lives, for now. Sam grabbed two glasses and gave one to Dean, "We got the list of guests and re scanned the motel for EMF and sulfur, EMF was everywhere like you said." He said sitting down next to his brother. Grabbing a slice of each I sat down across from them.
Sam got up and grabbed three slices of pepperoni. "Get me some Sam." Dean said looking down at the list, making no move of getting up. "Get your own." Sam said sitting down. "Seriously? Come on man I'm tired," Dean whined, punching Sam's arm. "And you think I'm not?" Sam shot back, pushing Dean. I grabbed the list and looked over it. "Guys, there is one lady who has been there since the first victim checked in and left the day it shut down, you would think to skip out after one death, let alone three?" I said, circling the name and handing it to Sam. They stopped arguing and after looking it over Sam handed it to Dean.
"OK, maybe she had no other place to go?" Dean said. "Would there be any harm in questioning her? It says all the customers moved to The Roadhouse." I asked. "Can I get my own badge and question her with you?" I added.
"Alright I can make one up tonight and we can question her tomorrow morning. I'm gonna head down to the Roadhouse for a couple of beers, catch up with everyone." Dean said getting up, he grabbed his keys and headed out the door. I checked my watch, it was 10:30. I took my pizza to the living room and lay out on the couch. I turned on my TV to a random channel and closed my eyes.
I heard footsteps and cracked open an eyelid, 'just a few minutes of quiet please," I thought to myself. I opened my eyes when Sam lifted up my legs and sat down, holding them in his lap. "Hi," I said, closing my eyes again. "Hey," Sam said. We were quiet for a long time, listening to the noise coming from the TV.
"How are you doing?" I asked, "You sounded really annoyed at Dean when you walked in." I said when I saw his confused expression. "Its just some family stuff, nothing you need to worry about right now, you look tired." He said quickly changing the subject.
"Alright but if you want to talk I'm here. And I'm not tired I just get these migraines sometimes." I told him, rubbing my temples. I felt Sam get up, and I was a little disappointed. A few seconds later I felt him lift up my head and sit down, cradling my head in his lap.
He started rubbing my temples and I smiled, "You really know how to win a girl over don't you." I said. "Hey if you don't want me too," he stopped, "No, no its OK, you can keep going." I immediately said, a sigh escaping my lips. I felt his chest rumble with soft laughter and he continued. When the migraine past I lifted my head up and kissed him.
I sat in his lap and ran my hands through his hair, locking his lips onto mine. His lips started to move with mine as he pulled me even closer to him, I could feel his heartbeat against my chest. His lips were warm and soft and whenever he touched me my body set on fire. He broke away, smiling. "So maybe I could stay in your room tonight?" He asked, blushing a bit. "Sam, I would love that." I said smiling. We walked upstairs, into my room, and closed the door behind us. We didn't make it to the bed.
