Sorry for such a long break again guys, this semester is kicking my ass. Please leave a review, I love hearing from you all! I plan on doing both a Thanksgiving and Christmas special, so look out for those!
It felt like ages before Dean walked back to the vehicle, he had another twelve pack in his hand, and a couple of flame throwers. I rolled my eyes, what happened to 'not ougoing in half cocked'. I thought to myself. He loaded the stuff in the back seat before getting in the drivers seat. "Something convince you that it is a Windigo?" I asked him. He gave me a quizzical look, but I was done with talking about any romantic issues with him. He had shut that door, locked and dead-bolted it.
"Something that the old store clerk in there said." He pulled out of the parking lot, throwing gravel as he left. "He was half Native American, and when I saw some tourists pamphlets about the Indians in this region, one of the first things he mentioned were Wendigos." I nodded. "I sent Sammy a text, they found a lot of stuff at the library on the local lore here, they're gonna bring it to the house, and we'll spend the afternoon checking it out."
"Sweet, I was hoping to take a swim tonight. Maybe we can breeze through the books."
"That's dangerous?"
"Isn't our whole job dangerous?"
"Yes, but that's just being stupid."
"Then come swim with me."
Dean stiffened and didn't reply. I cursed myself, things were awkward now, I couldn't make jokes or even slightly flirt with him. "I really don't want you swimming." He said finally minutes later as we pulled into the driveway of the vacation house. "We don't for sure what's out in those woods, and Wendigos can mimic human voices." I sighed, his logic was too sound for me to argue.
"Alright fine, but I get the bathtub again tonight." I said indignantly and got of the Impala. Cas and Sam were already at the large kitchen table four or five books spread out around them. "Alright guys, where do you want me to start?" I asked sitting down next to them. Castiel didn't even look up when he handed me one off of the table. I read the title Native American Lore and Legend. "Alright, guess I'll get started then."
Three hours, and eight beers later, I finally set down the last book. "Well, it certainly seems like a lot of people really thought Wendigos were here." I said and leaned back, stretching. "We need to figure out when the last attacks were, though. Figure out how many people this thing is gonna wanna take, and how long it will be out of hibernation, or whatever it does." I was pretty proud of myself for gathering all of that.
"Old information." Sam said from where he was sitting watching some terrible TV show with Dean. I wasn't sure where Cas went, but he was always bouncing in and out. Guess he was being torn between angel duty and Winchester duty. "Why don't you go get some rest?" He offered. "You've been working longer than any of us, you deserve a break."
"Wait, doesn't this place have a hottub?" Dean suddenly perked up. "I had forgotten all about that! Yes!" He ran up the stairs, to put on something to swim in, I assumed.
"C'mon Sammy!" I said walking, with much less enthusiasm. "I'll pray to Cas, and let him know where we're at." By the time I made it up stairs, Dean was wearing a pair of boxers and walking back down the huge staircase. I changed quickly and met the two brothers out on the back patio. They were already lounging in the hot, bubbly water. I climbed in slowly relishing the warmth. Just like the brothers, I was simply in underwear, hunters didn't pack around swimsuits. It was impractical.
"I brought you out a beer." Dean said and handed the Budweiser bottle to me. I popped the top on the outside of the tub, and took a swig. Tomorrow we were going to spend the day out in woods, searching for these creatures. The images and illustrations from all of the books flashed through my mind, and I began to chug the beer. I was longing for the days of witches, and I wondered what else would be lurking in those woods. "Easy there, the hot water will get you drunker faster."
I ignored him, finished the beer, and then started another. "Don't worry, I won't drink so much that I have a hangover." I waved off his concern. Sam laughed at us.
"You two are really something." The younger Winchester shook his head.
Castiel suddenly appeared in the pool shirtless. "There's our fourth member!" I said, probably too loudly. "You may be the only one actually wearing a swimsuit."
Dean, who was sitting right next to him, looked down into the water. "Dude, where did you get those?" He asked laughing.
"Gabriel said that this was what human males wore to swim?" The blue eyed angel replied. That's when I noticed, he was wearing a speedo. I busted up laughing and shook my head. "Is it not?" He asked and stood up, to show us all. Sam blushed and waved for him to sat back down as both me and Dan lost it.
We stayed up late soaking, drinking, and enjoying our time. I'm sure none of the guys were worried, but it was a good way for me to get my mind off of the next days events. All four of us got out at the same time, thankfully Dean still let me have the bathroom, so I can have my promised bath. I had a half empty bottle next to the tub once again as I sat with everything but my nose and eyes out of the bubble bath. Tomorrow was my first real day of hunting. It terrified me to think that I was going to walking into a death trap, literally. Especially since these creature were so damn cunning, even a ghost hunt would have been a good first. This definitely was not, especially with my mind so distracted by Dean. His lips, his bone structure, those eyes, and of course his wit and humor.
Yeah, tomorrow was going to be loads of fun!