Chapter 10:
I woke up at around 10:30 to Dean banging on my door. "Wake up I got some info on the lady and your gonna want to see this." Sam was behind me, with his arms wrapped around me. He groaned. "Good morning." He said kissing my neck before getting up. I opened my eyes and watched him stroll into the bathroom. 'Damn he has a fine ass' I thought to myself, smiling. I closed my eyes, reliving some of the high points of last night.
"Come on, if I have to get up then you do too." Sam said. He whispered in my ear, "would you care to save water and take a shower with me?" His voice was so seductive and deep. "Fine, just to be environmentally helpful." I said getting out of bed.
After our shower we walked downstairs and into the kitchen. Dean was leaning against the table, smiling like an idiot, I rolled my eyes and grabbed a bowls of cereal. I heard Dean give Sam a high five and slapping him on the shoulder. "Do you guys want orange juice?" I asked opening the fridge. "I got a beer," Dean said, "Yes please," Sam said at the same time.
I poured two glasses and handed one to Sam, I sat down and started to eat my cereal. "So am an federal agent?" I asked Dean. "Yep, nice to meet you Special Agent Green." Dean said handing over an extremely official looking badge. "Awesome! Thank you!" I said grabbing the badge.
"Did you get any more info on the lady?" Sam asked, putting his glass in the sink. "Yea her name is Cassandra Jones, works as a real estate agent, which I'm guessing is what she is in town for.
"Thing is, she just gotten out of a mental institution that she was entered into by her sister. Her sister claimed that Cassandra was talking to her daughter, who had died a year before. She got out with a note from the doctor that said she was fully cured." Dean said, looking at his laptop screen.
"So do you guys want to question her now?" I asked, eager to do some investigative work, and to see those boys in suits again.
"Well I was going to call the mental institution to see if Cassie here was as good a patient as the note says she is, but you and Sam could go." Dean replied, smirking at the two of us across the table.
"Sounds good to me," I said, unfazed by Dean's teasing. "But first, I need to go shopping. There's a store on the way to the Roadhouse." I said looking up at Sam.
He gave me a look of horror and I laughed. "Do you really need to go shopping? Your clothes look fine." Sam said, trying to weasel his way out.
"I can't pretend to be a federal agent wearing jeans and a t-shirt, standing next to a guy in a full suit and tie." I argued, walking upstairs to grab my wallet.
I heard Sam groan behind me and grab my waist. Using me to pull himself up the stairs. "Don't be such a baby," I laughed at his little show. He started laughing too but his hands never left my waist.
I walked into my bedroom, and Sam kissed the back of my neck went to go grab his FBI clothes from his suitcase and started changing. While he was doing that I opened my dresser drawer, pulling out my wallet checking inside, I had my paycheck from last week from the Roadhouse, plus tips. I didn't have enough for a good pant-suit but maybe enough for a pencil skirt and a blouse. I would have to cut back on good quality food until my next one in a week.
I sighed and turned around, Sam had on everything but was struggling with his tie. I giggled and helped, "Dean usually ties it, doesn't he?" I asked smiling up at him when I was done. He nodded sheepishly. "Where did you learn how?" He asked. "Mom used to tie dad's, and I just learned from watching her I guess." I said looking down so Sam could not see the sadness in my eyes.
Sam lifted up my head and kissed away the tears that had appeared on my cheeks. "I'm always opening up to you, and I barely know anything about you Sam. But I can tell you need time to trust people. So I guess I can wait." I said, needing him to know that I am here for him. He smiled and kissed me softly.
"Alright, lets go shopping!" I said stepping away and heading out the door, ignoring Sam's last groan of protest.
I picked up the keys to my Mustang in the entryway, in case Dean found something important and needed his car. "Don't you crazy kids have too much fun now, ya hear?" Dean yelled from the kitchen, I smiled and followed Sam out the front door.