Chapter Ten:
Author's Note: A little excitement for our Lou!
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Mary-Lou's POV:
The kiss is running through my veins, my nerves, making Dean my oxygen and stimulus.
Suddenly, a loud ping sound resonated in the room. I suddenly got up and stood up in a second. Dean was still sprawled. I checked the laptop, reading the received message.
"Hayley's sent a message. You gotta set us up. C'mon, get me that Date." I said, laughing.
"Not before I get one," Dean said, still lying on the bed.
"What?" I said, disbelieving.
"Go out with me." He said, smiling that wicked smile of his that melts me.
"Um- Dean, are you sure?" I ask, not knowing what to say.
"If you don't go out with me, you won't go with Hayley. Then we won't have our lead."
"You'll sabotage a case, to go out with me," I said.
"Yup." He said, nodding, that bad, bad hunter.
"Fine. Okay. I'll go out with you. But-
"But what?" he pouted.
"But after this case. Okay?" I say, trying to sound a little stern.
"Okay." He lit up. "Done Deal." He smiled such a bright smile. "Deal," I said, smiling too.
"Seal it with a kiss?" he looked at me, hopefully.
"Only when you get me the date with the Hayley girl," I said, moving away from the devilishly handsome man on my bed.
DEAN WINCHESTER just asked me out on a friggin DATE!
I don't believe this. He wants me.
And I said yes. I know it's only been-
"Alright, here we go," He broke into my thoughts, and got up. He typed a message on the chatting board. A few messages later, I had a date with Hayley Minks, that night. This meant that in half an hour, I had to be at that bar.
"Okay, now listen. I told her that I am traveling across the country with my friend, you, Lou, who just got out of a messy relationship because you discovered your sexuality and your Ex-boyfriend was an asshole to you about it." Dean explained.
"Okay. Let go seduce a chick. Ow. That came out wrong." I said, blushing slightly.
"That came out HOT." He said, looking at me.
His eyes are so dark, with something I can't describe. It's pulling me towards him, an invisible thread connecting us, with that look in his eyes…
Crawling back to you, ever thought of calling when, you've had a few, Coz I always do,
Baby, I'm too, busy being yours to fall for somebody new, now I've thought it through…
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Just then the door opened, and we jumped, taking a defensive stance toward each other.
"Hey, guys it's just me. I got food," Sam entered, showing us bags that smelled wonderful.
"Finally. Fuel for me," I said, going towards the bags, ignoring both the boys.
"So, what do we think? Got any leads?" Sam asked, sitting beside me, opening the packet and taking a bite of his burger.
"Mmph, Yeah," I said, talking through the food I'd shoved in. I was damn hungry somehow.
"Yup. We have a lead, but it's kind of thin," Dean began, "Lou's got a date with this chick for drinks tonight. She used to live next door to Henry when he popped his wife. Maybe the chick remembers the guy that Henry's wife was doing." Dean explained.
"Lou's got a date with a girl? Great work, Lou." Sam said, thumping my back, smirking. "I didn't know you were-
"I'm not." I said, hitting his arm. Like that affected him. "This is all Dean. He had the idea to look through people who were never called to the stand. He found Hayley. In fact, had she not been a lesbian, Dean would have gone on the date himself." I said, giggling a little.
"Oh. Wow. Dean's kinda productive around you, hmm," Sam said, mischievously.
"Really Sam?" Dean shot Sam a death glare, shoving his burger in his mouth.
A half hour later, we were all at the bar. I had lost the argument against going alone. I mean, it was already awkward, to pretend to be gay. I didn't have anything against them, I just wasn't one. And somehow, both Sam and Dean begged to come with, under the pretense of my safety. Like I couldn't handle a chick. I knew they just wanted to watch. Perverts.
"Hey," I said, walking up to Hayley, I already knew which one was Hayley.
"Hey, are you Louisa?" She asked. She was really pretty.
"Yeah. How you doin' Hayley?" I said, taking the seat beside her at the bar.
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Dean's POV:
She was still talking to the girl, touching her arm, giggling with her. I know it's a chick, and plus not a real date, but I still wanted to be there, instead of watching from here.
I sipped on my beer, unable to think of anything else.
"She's leaving." Sam said, pointing to Hayley, who was leaving. Lou walked over, smiling. Maybe she did get something.
"Hey boys," Lou smiled as she sat down with us. "Enjoy the show?"
"Sure. Two hot chicks talking to each other. How'd the date go?"
"I think it went well. I think she liked me. Maybe I'll ask her out again." She said, snickering.
"Wow, are you sure you're not gay?" Sam asked, laughing.
"Who knows, maybe I am?" She said, with a straight face. "I never thought about it, but this date got me thinking if maybe I should try out something different."
That. That is uncomfortable. And totally did not see that coming.
"Cheer up Dean. Maybe I'll invite you to watch," She said, looking me in the eye.
I cringed. This wasn't going as I thought it would.
She started laughing, "Oh God," she said, tears rolling out of her eyes, "Look at his face Sammy, he's so awkward!"
And then Sam began to laugh.
Jerks. Both of them.
But I couldn't help smiling when she held my arm, to steady herself, she was laughing so freely.
"So?" I said, trying to change the subject. "Did you get any information?"
"Um, Hell Yes!" she said, smiling.
"Turns out, that Hayley was a snoopy child, and she had seen the guy. She said he worked as some kind of delivery boy, and he'd come over in afternoons when Henry wasn't home. And the grossest but important detail: Hayley often heard Mrs. Henry scream his name."
Ew. Gross. "So what was his name?" Sam asked.
"His name was Roger. That's all she knows." Lou said.
"So, how do we find the infamous Roger?" I asked.
"Hey, wasn't there some delivery boy who found Mrs. Henry dead?" Lou stood up, muttering to herself.
"How come no one else suspected or saw this guy, is what's bothering me." I said.
Just then, Sammy's phone rang.
"It's Henry's best friend, Josh. He saw someone try to attack him, but he escaped." Sam said.
"You both go check that out. I'm going back to the motel. I have some research to do."
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