"This suit or this suit?" Dean asked holding up two hangers of outfits.
I nodded toward the one on the left, a dark grey suit, and picked up an emerald color tie from the pile. "This will go well," I added.
I've never seen a photo of Mary before but I imagine she's where Dean got the green eyes from. It wasn't from dad, that's for sure, Sam is the only one out of the three of us that got the big brown puppy dog eyes from him. Not that dad ever used the puppy dog eyes trick, he was too much of a hard ass for that.
"You sure you're up for this case?" Dean asked nonchalantly, but I could sense empathy in the air, he knew this case might sting a little. It was a rougarou, one that had attacked a little girl in Milwaukee. Mom had died from a rougarou, but I wasn't scared, I knew how to kill them now. Sam had let me read all the info they had on them, so I could be prepared for this hunt.
I nodded and changed the subject, "Are you positive you'd rather apple pie to blueberry?"
"Absolutely, and don't change the subject on me. I have to know your head is in the right place before we go in."
"Don't get Dean started on the subject of pie," Sam said walking into the room. He was dressed in a black suit with a navy tie, a good choice, and for once he hadn't tried to flatten his hair down with too much gel. He already didn't look like a top rank FBI agent, but the gel made it far worse as far as I was concerned.
I have an annoying habit of wanting people to look their best even though I don't hold myself to that standard. It's probably because I can feel how other people feel toward them, and I want it to be a positive response. Whether or not you can sense emotions, I know you can feel "vibes" from others, and of course I want the people closest to me to get good vibes.
"You look nice, Addy," Sam said handing me a handbag with my very own knife in it. They had gotten it for me as a birthday present last month, it was silver with all sorts of banishing symbols and so forth carved into it. "I stuck a bottle of holy water in there, and a bottle of lighter fluid."
"Thanks and thanks," I replied. You kill rougarous with fire. You have to burn them. My stomach twisted. Part of me was a bit uneasy with having to burn a person alive, but I was going to have to remember that rugaroos aren't people anymore when you burn them.