Chapter 14: Picture Perfect

They didn't notice, it was subtle and an unconscious decision anyway. They way the shuffled their feet, bodies about an inch apart.

They were hovering over a laptop, because apparently Alex Ivan was killed last night. She had been finishing a project late in art class, when her teacher walked in to find her dead on the floor.

Dean was annoyed because what the hell could it be?

And Castiel thinks the paintings did it.
That's the most bizarre thing I've ever heard. I guess I should have seen it coming.

And its just the subtle things, ya know?
Like the amusement in Dean's eyes when Castiel tilts his head like a confused puppy.

Or they way he copies a few hums or shifts of Dean because its natural.

And its just the comfortable silence that draws over the kitchen as they eat. Hailey tending to Gabriel's wing, Emilia having eyes glaze over with her guard up - and its nice to see it drop, Sam shaking his head at the sexaul things she points out, and Delanie giving her best bitchface as she tries not to laugh.

And its the cute faces Junior makes at his doggy friends, and the way he jumps around demanding food.

And its the way the scent sugar-filled coffee lingers in the air as they shower and prepare for another day at work that makes the bunker home.

And its not like they've gotten to know each other, they're still secretive and cold but sometimes its sweet.

The Impala is running, and its the way Dean stares at it that makes me chuckle. The fondness is there from the Lego's and soldier pushed in their. Its the memories.

And he's just sitting in the car, with Castiel riding shotgun. And its not just Sam in the back, or some poor demon in the trunk.
Its three girls who've filled his life with sarcasm and smiles and family. Even if one of them is cuffed to Sam. That's momentarily a good thing.

Because with her leaning on his shoulder, falling asleep the nightmares just seemed to fade away. Sam's not thinking as much, which is good becuase that lead to chick-flick moments. And Dean's not interested in that. And we know family doesn't end well. But were not there yet.

So, Deans walking in to the house to investigate, Delanie by his side and it's just quiet because they don't have a culprit.

Some people call it taking chances

She's calls it sweet revenge

Shatter every window 'till it's all blown away

Every-

"Hey, Em. What's up?"

"Me and Sam found a connection. The vics mom said she had an affair with the first vic and this is there child,"

"Oh,"

"Yeah. "

"Well, any ideas for the next vic?"

"No idea. We're looking -Junior no- around."

" Hey Emilia." Sam.

"Sam stop throwing things at me."

Delanie huffs, "Have a happy honeymoon."

And hangs up before Emilia can yell at her.
Dean is smirking, as he strolls out the door.

And Delanie just rolls her eyes.

-xox-

I guess its true, I'm no good at a one night stand
But I still need love cause I'm just a man.
These nights never seem to go to plan
I don't want you to leave, will you hold my hand?

Oh, won't you stay with me?
'Cause you're all I need -

Delanie grabs Emilias phone, the girl still curled up in her bed as she fell asleep on Sam. Who's trying to research their next victim on his computer.

"Hudson."

"Delanie?" There's surprise in his voice and she wants to scream at him for calling. Because Emilia can't handle that.

"I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have called but its about your case."

And she stiffens, quickly scrambling out off the room to Hailey's. Because she's awake and she might know...

"Hudson called," Delanie informs her, tipping the phone on speaker.

"I don't... A name. It was just sitting at my doorstep on a crumbled piece of paper. A name and address. Seems to be torn off a list."

"Quickly," Delanie hovers, as Hailey grabs a pen.

"Alicia Quan, Plumb Apartment 338B,"

And Delanies pulling on a jacket, as Hailey pulls up some jeans. They load the Impala and head off, just hoping Dean won't notice.

Hailey's sending a text to Gabriel, in case anyone actually wakes up and their speeding across the roads, gravel flying behind the car.

Hailey's eyes are glistening nervous, holding a gun tight in her hand and just hoping it turns out okay. But its been awhile.

Flash back.

Hailey's fist is flying out, but its gone in a flash and pushing her to the ground. Delanies knocked out unconscious , blood pouring from her head.

She jumps back up, knife swinging out to cut the demon but it dodges it to quickly. And it stabs her shoulder, before she can bring her leg swinging up and knocking it to the ground.

The demon falls, knocking down vases. And Hailey's foot digs down on its chest stabbing the vessels heart. The mouth quickly jumps open, dangerous black substance jumping into the sky.

And Hailey falls to the ground, eyes only fluttering open to find Emilia had bring her to the hospital. Great.

They're pulling up to the apartment as the memories pull away. Delanie takes a deep breathe, gripping her gun and pushing a dagger into her belt.

Hailey follows, shivering at the cold breeze while they creep to the door. They send it flying open as Delanie lashes at a figure. Something that just shot their vic.

The second she shoots at it, it disappears and it's back on the canvas. Painting that kill, huh.

-xox-

Emilia's waking up, eyes fluttering open as ywan escapes from her lips. Sam moves the computer out of the way, prepared to have the girl drag him around.

But she doesn't get up, she pulls his body closer to hers and her fingers dance across a small bronze ring that he never noticed.

She engaged?

He's not really sure what emotion washes over him, but there's to much surprise to that. And he's about to wake her up but she's relaxed and sleeping so.

There's the loud thud of the door, which means Delanie and Hailey have got back from the hunt.

Or something bad, but he ignores that and pulls himself out of bed, scoping Emilia up because by the fact she doesn't stir proves she's not going to get up.

Hailey and Delanie are talking in hushed voices, confusion written on there faces as the look over the computer.

Paintings killing.

He cocks an eyebrow, because turns out castiel is right.

"What's going on?" He asks , holding her body and not really sure what else to do.

Delanie and Hailey look back, Delanie raising an eyebrow at him holding Emilia.

"Ohhh somebody got laid," Hailey teased making Sam give her a look between flustered and hatred.

That was so worth it.

He sets them down on the coach, waiting for an explanation. Delanie points to the computer, "The painting killed the girl. A old... (I) friend called to tell us a name and adress was at his door. We haven't looked for a realation yet."

"Name?"

"Alicia Quan,"

"Let me see the computer,"

Delanie hands it to him, hovering over his shoulders as Hailey slips onto the coach next to him.

He types with hand, carefully not to move the other because he doesn't want to wake Emilia.

He types in Mario's comic and sure enough Alicia Quan paints the posters, and is the manager of merchindice.

They get a list, theirs ten people that help create the comics not including the three killed. And their next target is most likely David Reynolds. He's the new founder of the company.

They're able to track down his address and Delanies rushing to wake up Dean. Hailey runs out to tell Gabriel and Sam wakes Emilia up.

"Where we going?' Emilia mummers.
" Painting killing, I'll explain later."

She nods, and pulls herself up, Sam crashing into her body and they crash onto the floor. Her lips collide with his and its barely a kiss but she can feel something.

She instantly jumps up, not even noticing the handcuffs have snapped apart, her face covered in red.

Sam's not much better, fluster and scrambling off the floor. Well at least the cuffs are off.

-xox-

They haven't really got much of a plan.
Not certain how to kill the thing, which means their holding every weapon and they're ready to kill.

Sam's riding shot gun again, both of them refusing to answer questions. The impala is balding out Highway To Hell, which Dean is singing at the top of his lungs.

The house is huge, fancy marble counter tops, an iron rail around the birch wood porch and its screaming rich.

Emilia tosses the door open the second they park and Dean rolls his eyes. He cocks his gun, "Let's kill some bitches."