A few hours later the three of you were stepping out of the Impala, onto a busy street filled with chatter and a lot of people. You found yourself looking around, feeling more like you were in a city, rather than a small town.
"I thought you said this was some boarded-up factory town" Dean spoke up, glancing at the commotion all around him.
"It is." Sam replied before continuing, "At least, it's supposed to be."
"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's do some research." Dean said with a big grin lighting up his face. Sam, Dean and you walked down the sidewalk heading towards the bar, when you walked past an open car with a woman sitting in it. After a few steps it was just you and Sam, as Dean went to double check what he just saw. You patted Sam on the shoulder and pointed behind you with a smile on your face. He rolled his eyes and kept on walking. You let out a chuckle as your heard Dean's jogging feet from behind you.
The bar had dim lighting and was just as busy, if not more so than outside. The music was loud making any conversation a yelling match. The three of you waded your way through the throngs of people, before Dean spotted Richie standing next to the bar in a silk button down shirt.
"Oh Richie, look at you" Dean called out.
"Hey" Richie greeted with a drink in his hand.
"Bringing satin back" Dean commented.
"Oh you like this? Try Thai Silk, canal street, you have to pay 300 dollars for threads like these - easy." He looked up at Dean then glanced at you before continuing to speak, "Cost to me- forget about it." Richie ended by giving you a wink.
In response you rolled your eyes before tapping Sam on the shoulder and indicating that you were going to go hang out on the other side of the bar, still annoyed by Richie's presence.
Sam smiled slightly before giving you a slight nod before he asked Richie, "How much is forget about it?"
You made your way through the crowd of people, before you found a space to lean against the wall. From this spot you were able to look out over the crowd, and could just barely make out Richie pointing out someone sitting in a booth. That must be Trotter, he does seem a bit cold but that doesn't really mean anything.
You let your eyes continue to wander over the crowd, before watching a game of pool going on next to you. It was entertaining enough and you began to find yourself rooting for one of the players when something in the corner of your eye put you on guard. There was a guy in a white shirt, with light blue stripes heading over. He had an intense look on his face, you could tell that he was clearly a man on a mission. You stood up and made your way so you were closer to the pool table as the man approached the current player who was wearing a green shirt.
"Hi John" The guy in the white shirt greeted.
"Reggie." The guy lining up his shot, looked up before concern came over his face. "Everything okay with you?"
"I don't know. I'm just not feeling myself today" The man replied, reaching towards something on his hip. You saw a glimpse of a gun and your instincts took over as you made you way over to the pool player, right as the other man raised the gun aiming it. You dove and pushed the player to the ground just as you heard the gun go off.
Sam was trying to pay attention to the conversation between Dean and Richie, but besides finding out who Trotter was, he didn't really care for the dialogue. He was a bit surprised to find the pastor sitting at the bar though. His eyes wandered over the crowded room until he spotted you leaning against a wall. He smiled, thinking how lucky he was to have been able to meet you. He was glad to see that you were standing up for yourself and thus far had been able to be happy after the tragedy that brought the two of you together. As he watched you, he saw you perk up as if on alert, which had him expand his vision out. He saw the same man in the white shirt heading your way and got concerned, there was something off about the guy.
He tapped Dean on the shoulder and with a "Hey" indicated what was going on. Soon the two of them were walking in your direction.
The man you tackled to the floor looked up at you with a surprised look on his face. You pushed yourself off the floor and got to your feet, seeing chaos ensue all around you as people screamed and rushed around, not quite sure what to do with themselves. The man in the white shirt, Reggie, gave you a glare before disappointment took over his face as he pointed the gun towards himself.
Before anything else could happen, Dean tackled and pinned him to the ground. While Reggie was struggling to get free, Sam quickly shook some holy water onto him with no results.
"Hey what are you doing?!" Reggie screamed. "He slept with my wife" He pointed at the person you saved, "that bastard slept with my wife."
A look of confusion quickly passed over Sam's face before he commanded for someone to call 911. While Dean held onto the guy, Sam made his way over to you and placed a hand on your cheek. "Y/N, are you okay?"
"I'm fine" You replied giving him a small smile. You turned your attention the mess of people that were beginning to calm down, when you noticed Trotter standing there looking as if he didn't have a care in the world about the scenario. You nudged Sam and pointed Trotter out. You still weren't sure if he was the person responsible for everything going on in this town, but he definitely seemed to have a role in it.
Sam stayed by your side and you just chatted about the case until the cops showed up. At their arrival, Sam and you ended up taking a seat on the stools by the bar next to Dean.
"Too many cops here. I say we roll." Sam spoke up.
"Just be cool. Poor jerk, only thing possessing him was a sixer of pabst" Dean replied looking relaxed.
"So what's the deal then? People in this town getting possessed or not?" Sam inquired.
"I don't know. Maybe it is just what it is - town full of scumbags" Dean commented.
"So far it doesn't seem like a whole lot of possession. Although I'm new to this gig, so…" You thought out loud.
"Yeah maybe" Sam responded to both Dean and your musings.
At that moment the sheriff stepped in front of you. "You ready for your mug shots?" The three of you quickly glanced at each other before he continued talking. "The photographer is gonna be here in a few and take your picture for the local paper."
Sam gave him a fake smile.
"Be an honor officer. What a thrill" Dean chuckled.
"Can't wait" You grinned.
The sheriff tipped his hat in your direction before taking off.
"Yep time to go" Sam said, standing up from his seat. You followed suit and jumped to your feet, stretching out a bit.
"Wait a second, wait a second" Dean stood up, and looked around.
You looked over at Dean and raised your eyebrows. Did he really want to get his picture taken?
"What?" Sam asked annoyed.
"Where's Richie?" Dean inquired looking around the bar, even though there weren't many people milling about anymore.
"I thought he was with you. Did he say anything?" You asked the two brothers.
"He was, at least until the chaos began. He did say he was going with that bartender tonight" Dean thought out loud.
"Well then, he's probably fine, and you'll hear from him tomorrow." Sam said wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you towards the door.
"Yeah, you're right" Dean sighed and followed you out.
Soon you found yourself back at the hotel and once you remembered that there were only two beds in the room, you felt your cheeks blush.
"So, how are the sleeping arrangements working out?" You asked trying to keep your voice level.
"Huh, I kinda forgot to get another room. I'm used to it just being Sammy and me" Dean commented, looking up from his bag.
"I'll go get one" Sam spoke up with a slight eye roll indicated towards his brother. You gave him a small smile and thanks before he left the room.
A few minutes later Sam came back in. "Well it turns out this motel doesn't have any other rooms available" He announced. "But don't worry about it, I'll sleep on the floor and you can take the bed" Sam continued.
"Oh you don't have to do that." You blurted out. You didn't like the idea of forcing Sam to sleep on the floor. "We can share a bed, I mean it's not like I haven't shared a bed with my guy friends before" You said trying to keep a blush from forming on your face.
"It's okay I've slept on worse Y/N" Sam replied.
"I insist" You said looking up at Sam briefly before turning your gaze to your feet.
"Really, It's fi-" Sam began
"Would you two just stop bickering, it's making me sick" Dean raised his voice.
Sam sighed before giving in. You gave him a small smile and a quick hug before heading to the bathroom to change into your pajamas. When you came back out of the bathroom, You found Dean and Sam sitting at the table both looking at their laptops.
"Bathrooms free" You announced. They both looked up at you and Sam gave you a small smile before getting up from his seat to take advantage of the bathroom.
"Well I think I'm gonna get some shut eye so we can get back to work in the morning" You said.
In response Dean just nodded and kept his attention to whatever it was he was looking at. You crawled into the bed and pulled the covers around you. You felt your heart rate increase. I can't believe I'm going to share a bed with Sam! Calm down, Y/N, everything is going to be fine, it's just like at a sleepover. You began to calm down when you heard a door open and the pad of footsteps. Not long afterwards you felt the bed sink under the weight of another person and your heart rate picked up again.
"Goodnight Y/N" Sam said ruffling your hair slightly.
You rolled over to glance back at him and smiled, "Goodnight Sam". You layed back down with the biggest grin on your face, before turning onto your side and falling into a peaceful slumber.
AN: Sorry about the long wait, it's been crazy. I had a loss in my family, followed by turning in my thesis, and then graduation. I hope you enjoy this chapter and the next one though. :)
