Chapter 13: Twin Falls, Minnesota

It's been a week since her brother had been released from the hospital. Also been a week since she told Dean to never call or show up in her life again. Jughead has forgiven her for what she said. Maybe he was right but it scared her. Jason was actually alive and Dean wasn't who he said he was. It brought back to many memories. As much as she wanted to trust him. She found it hard to believe what he said was true.

There were times she thought about texting him, asking him what he meant by hunting but she never picked up the phone or bothered to type a word under his name on her address book. That's things about her stubborn personality, it usual got in the way. Every damn time.

FP wheeled himself into the kitchen to find his little sister humming away to the music, blaring in her ears. He chuckled to himself. She was going to go deaf if she kept listening to her music cranked up like that. Lexie was about to grab the almond milk carton when she felt a tap on her right shoulder. She quickly turned around, snagging the cord to her ear buds on the oven rail.

"Ah shit!" She screeched, placing her hand over her chest and breathed out hard. Then she glared at her brother. She grabbed a rag and swatted at him. "Don't do that!"

All he said was this." You know one of these days, you'll be deaf from blasting…." He paused, being one ear phone to his ear and scrunched his face. "One direction really, Lex?"

"Yes. I still love them even though they took a hiatus." She defended her love toward her band. Niall still had her heart.

"I expect this from Betty but you… I just didn't think you still liked that boy band."

She rolled her eyes, scoffing at him. "Does Betty know you said that?" He shakes his quickly, checking behind as if she was actually behind him.

"Hell no!"

"Chill bro, she's not here!" She laughed, flipping the pancakes onto the other side.

"I know but my son… he's very protective of his girl."

Oh yes she knew about him. That's what landed him in the hospital last May. Malachi threatened Betty and Jughead reacted like any human would if their woman's life was being endangered.

"Yeah… I know." She was no longer laughing. Now it crossed serious territory for her. Her brother's children weren't something she would ever put a price on.

Her brother's hand lands on her shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze before he leans over kissing her head and says," You can't worry forever. He'll be okay, JB too. They're strong independent kids. Also extremely hardhead like…" She senses a comeback. "You." She slaps his chest playfully, scorning him with her irritated face.

She knows it all jokes and games. He doesn't mean a single word he says. That's just how it is with them. Her and FP joke around and taunt each other. Nobody truly understands the true meaning behind it. Nor do the duo wants like to understand. It's like their own special bond.

The pancakes were finally ready. She gestured to the fridge and FP comes back with a bottle of Sweetwater maple syrup, a can of whipped cream and small bowl with Chocolate chips. Her iPhone blasted Ed Sheeran as she plates them on the dining room table for her, FP, Jug and lastly little—not so little JB.

"Kiddos! The pancakes are done!" She yelled, hearing footsteps approaching at a rapid pace.

She laughed endlessly at the ravenous look on her nephew's face. As long as she has known the boy. She knows his devoted love for food. He's always eating. It doesn't matter if it's Pop's or just food in general; he loves food like a lifeline.

She smirks heavily at the crowned boy." Hold the food, Jug. You're gonna choke if you don't chew."

—xx—

It's been a week since Sam's realization about Dean. Dean found a case in Twin falls, Minnesota. He parked baby at the parking meter. He took a few coins out of his jacket pocket and paid. He checked to see if it was safe to cross the way. He made a quick stop at the gas-n-sip before buying himself a prepackaged pie. It won't be that pie he had before they went to Broward County. Dean has sensed that Sam has been off since then. He didn't know what happened during that last trip but he knew it wasn't good. His brother seemed lost.

Sam slept in the Impala like a baby. He was exhausted, it wasn't like he could explain to Dean that he didn't want find out what life would be like without him in his life. His slumber was interrupted by an engine riving and he quickly awoke.

"Sammy, we're burning rubber!" Dean exclaimed, cranking up the music, an annoyed expression crossed over the youngest brother face.

He reached up to turn the dial back the other direction and groaned." Dean!" He whined.

Dean made a face." Oh poor Sammy not getting his beauty sleep." His brother just scowled at him.

An hour an half later, Dean's attitude completely turned sour. Sam didn't know why, but he also didn't push him. His brother was still pissed at him. Dean stepped out of Baby, smirking at his little brother who laid his head against the window. He leaned towards him, sticking his finger into his mouth and then into Sammy's ear. Sam jumped, startled by the rude awakening.

"Dean! That so wasn't cool!" He retorted at his brother. Dean smirked evilly. "Come on, lighten up, Sammy." He was only teasing his brother.

Sam knew it was only fun and games. That it didn't mean a thing. Instead of getting defensive again. He just sighed before following his brother to the case site.

"So what do we got?" Dean cleared his throat.

"The victim had strange bites on his neck, legs and…" He paused again. "His uh— area."

Sam's face scrunched up. It wasn't everyday someone gets blood drained from his prevent area or normal. Nothing is normal in the Winchesters.

"Oh my…"

"Yeah.." Dean awkwardly stated before ringing the doorbell.

The blue-toned door opens, a distraught woman, long dark hair with blue streaks stands in front of them. It's clear to both brothers that she didn't sleep that night. It was shone in her eyes.

"Excuse me, May I ask why you are standing on my porch?" She asks, clearly confused.

Dean pulled out his badge and showed her. She nods, stepping aside to let them walk through. She pointed at the couch and they sat down. Sam asks the questions first. He doesn't want to upset the woman. She's already been through a lot.

"May we ask you a few questions…"

"Mrs. Main."

"Mrs. Main, have you noticed anything strange about your husband's whereabouts lately?"

Mrs. Main looked away and took a breath. "He had been going out only at night. He hated going outside during the day."

That had confirmed Dean's suspicions. He figured that Mr. Main had been killed by a vampire. Although vampires didn't normally bite their victims from that area.

Dean noticed her shaky breath and sighed before he continued. He hated asking these questions or lying about what they were really doing. These people were just innocent and they always get hurt.

"We understand this an extremely tough time for you, Mrs. Main." Sam said before he handed her a tissue.

She took the tissue from Agent Dane and sighed. Dean asked if he could take a look inside their home and she agreed. His eyes widened at the size of their room. He never had a room that size like ever. He couldn't remember a time when he had anything this upscale. He looked through the drawers in the desk, under the man's sock drawer and behind the headboard. That's where he would hide his stuff from Sammy when his brother kept taking his stuff. He didn't find a single thing. He went back to the living room and he and Sam said their goodbyes.

Dean started the impala, switching his cassette tape and put in a new one. Sam rolled his eyes again for the fifteenth time that day at his brother's music choices. He laid up his feet against the dashboard, earning narrow-eyed glares from Dean. Dean just ignored him as he drove. They're next stop was the mogue. He didn't like that part of his job or the fact they didn't get paid shit.

"Dean, where we headed?"

Dean answered numbly," The mogue."

Sam shut his mouth, staring at the trees that kept passing by for miles and miles. Normally on a case, he would dive deep into research but this case didn't seem to have any. This frustrated both Dean and him. The longer it took for them to find out the case. It would be a longer visit in this small town that gave Sam the creeps.