Chapter 21

Bottom of The River (Pt. 1 out of 5)

When Sam woke up, light had landed on the floor in little strips.

He groaned, rubbed his eyes and slowly sat up.

Dean and Delia were still asleep and cuddling.

Hm. Dean as the little spoon. Sam thought.

But Sam brushed it off, and went to take a shower.

When he came out, Delia was awake and bleary eyed.

"Morning, Delia."

"Mornin sweet pea." She mumbled.

Delia was rummaging through her bag until she found some clothes. Sam glanced at the pile, and noticed no plaid. Then peeked in the bag. No plaid.

"Delia. You're a hunter, and from what it looks like, you don't own any plaid."

"I don't own any." She pulled out a little bag full of lipstick, eyeliner and mascara.

"Why?" Sam questioned.

"I look awful in it that's why."

Delia strode into the bathroom frizzy haired and clothes rumpled. When she emerged her hair was less frizzy and she was wearing skinny jeans and a dark green V neck and her lips were red.

"Imma be out side if I'm needed."

The door slammed.

Dean rolled over, saw that Delia was wasn't there. Yawned. Rolled over, found his bottle of whiskey, took a swig, set the bottle down and turned over so he was on his stomach.

"'Lia." He groaned. "Where the hell is she?"

"Outside."

"Can you get her to come inside?"

Sam nodded.

"Delia. Your boyfriend wants you" He yelled.

She came into the room, carefully closing the door. "Damn Sammy. You can't even come to the door and get me."

She saw Dean, with the aura of sleep surrounding him and looking his most vulnerable and smiled a bit.

"I see that you slept without me saying that if you don't you'll die a spontaneous, slow and painful death." Delia acknowledged.

Dean smiled a bit. "Yeah. It helps having you..."

Delia walked over to the bed and kissed his forehead. "Get dressed. I don't know about you two but I need some coffee."

"I think I found us a hunt." said a couple of minutes after opening the news paper.

"What happened?" Sam asked.

"13 year old boy drowned on land. In the article it says that his friends found him and that the boy looked as if he had seen a ghost."

"Yep. Right up our ally." Dean murmured.

"But why would a ghost make the kid drown?"

"Dunno, Sammy. Maybe somebody drowned." Delia said, with sarcasm dripping from every word.

Dean rolled his eyes and Sam gave his best bitch face.

"Delia, I think that this is the most hunts you've found. Two in a row." Sam mentioned.

"Each of which are pretty good ones." Dean added. "Pissed of coal miner spirit from Harlan and now somebody who drowned on land."

Hello dearies!

1. Working on a Destiel fic. Friend who doesn't write fanfic helped me with the idea.

way I was planning to do audio fics doesn't work. :'( I'll try to find a a way, but no promises.

-Marnie

xoxo