Smell

By 7sTar

Author's Notes: Thank you, FastFuriousChick!

Category: Drama/Humor/ Supernatural

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Sam and Dean, I just write this for fun. Please don't sue me.

Chap4 Mysterious Girl

A redhead in tight red short skirt locked her eyes on the Winchester brothers as they seated themselves in the middle of the bar.

"Do you know them?" the girl asked the bartender, pointing at Sam and Dean.

"No, sweetheart, they're not familiars."

"Oh?" she tittered, drinking her wine as peeking at the boys.

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"Hey, man," Dean looked around in the bar, many college students gathered there, "Not bad! Huh? College life is interesting!"

"Geee," Sam snorted，"I prefer the library!"

"Come on, Sammy," Dean leant over the desk, murmured, "I know this is a part of the normal life in your mouth."

"Let me tell you again, it's Sam! Sam!" Sam pouted, taking the menu from the waitress who was giggling to them, asked his bro, "What do you want?"

"Beer," Dean smirked at the girl.

"Lemon soda," Sam said to the girl, "Straight up, please. Thanks."

"Well, I'm feeling I belong to here," expressed Dean, leant against his chair, arm crossing behind his head, "Ha, I can feel many eyes on me!"

"Playboy," Sam lolled out his tongue with a fake sick expression in his face. He saw Swee entered the bar and waved to her. Dean looked back at her, whispered to Sam, "You know, man? I wanna kill her when she said I was Tina's boyfriend!"

Swee walked over to them, chuckled at Dean, "Wanna kill me?" and sat between the two brothers.

"You witch!" Dean rolled his eyes, then looked at another way, met a pair of smoking eyes belonged to a hot red-head. He blinked.

"You find something?" Sam asked Swee, "No sign for who called Tina out?"

"Yeah, nothing again," Swee frowned, shrugged, "I'm bored. Just waste time and strength; I'd better have some beer." She rose up from her seat when someone patted her on the shoulder, a hoarse voice echoed by her ears, "Hi, Sweetie, long time no see!"

"Willey?" Swee turned her face away from the boy, eyes widened, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Hey, baby, I'm an old face here!" The tall handsome blonde boy wrapped his arm around her shoulders, staring at Sam and Dean, "Your friends?"

"Don't call me that!" She jerked his arm away, "It's Sam and Dean!"

"I'm Willey," he nodded to the brothers, "Sweetie's boyfriend!"

Dean's eyes popped out, looking at Sam who was shaking his head with a I-don't-know-nothing-at-all look.

"Made you say," She punched Willey heavily in the chest, "We're not like that!"

"Come on, baby," He frowned at the pain, "That's really hurt! We shared a night three months ago!"

Dean and Sam looked at each other pulling their faces.

"Forget it!" Swee raised her voice, "We need to talk, come with me!" She dragged him away.

The red-head in red chuckled to herself as she saw Swee and Willey walked out of the bar. She raised herself from the barchair and walked over toward where the brothers sat.

"Hi! Can you buy me some drink?"

"Why not?" Dean lifted his eyes, smirked at the girl. "I'm Dean!"

"Molly," she smiled, eyes down at Sam who was reading his emails in his cell phone, not even looked at her.

"This is Sam, my brother!" Dean introduced as thought to himself, "Molly? Molly? Not Grace Parker?"

Sam saw Swee entered and waved to him at the entrance. He got up, walked over to her. "Settled your deal?"

"You're laughing at me?" Swee thumped him.

"Am I such guy?"

"Just kidding," she took a glance at Dean, "Your bro gets some hots with that chick?"

"I've told you Dean's a playboy."

"Ok, none of my business," Swee arched her left eyebrow, "I'm gonna pay Nick a visit, the doctor called me he left hospital."

"I'll go with you."

"No, Sam," Swee stopped him, "He doesn't know you ... I don't wanna scared him again if we wanna know what had happened to him in the woods."

"Well, I see," Sam wrapped his arm around her neck, "You're always cautious."

"You made me float in the clouds," Swee grinned at him, "Catch ya later."

"Alright," Sam looked back at Dean, "I'll take a walk outside."

"You're so considering him," Swee took a glance at Dean, chuckled at Sam .

"Huh, I'm considering myself," Sam blinked, "Her heavy perfume made me light-headed."

"So Dean has a numb nose?"

"Maybe I have a rather sensitive one."

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Sam walked along the street where Tina was killed. He checked the whole street and its surroundings, nothing special. He wondered aimlessly, hands in the pockets, got a load of the people passing by him. "Jessica?" He rubbed his eyes, there's a slim blonde walking in front of him, several miles ahead, wearing white tight T-shirt and blue jeans, so familiar to him. "Jess!" Sam cried and quickened up his pace. The girl looked back over her shoulder and mended her pace. "Jessica!" Sam ran as fast as he could but the girl walked

even more faster.

Dean saw Sam and Swee left Banana together and never got back. He pretended to go to the gentlemen's room, called them. Swee's cell pone powered off. Then he dialed Sam's number.

"Dean? Come on here!" Sam shouted in the phone.

"Where the hell are you?"

"Campus! The lawn behind the auditorium!"

"All right, I'm coming!" Dean walked out of the toilet, patted Molly, "Sweetheart, I have something to deal, see ya later!"

"See ya," She blinked one eye and gave him a flying kiss. After Dean left the girl drank up her beer and made a mysterious smile.

"Is this seat occupied?" A tall guy asked pointing at the seat by her side.

"No," Molly raised up her head, curved her lips to a smile, "Willey, right?"

"Have we met before?" Willey searched in his head for this girl.

"I'm Grace," Molly said, her fingers sliding up and down along the edge of the goblet, "Hot boy always gets adorers he doesn't know, right?"

"You're not bad yourself," Willey smirked, sat down beside her.

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Swee knocked at Nick's door thinking how she can persuade him to tell her everything in the woods.

"Sweetie?" Nick opened the door, "How can you find here?"

"Not so hard," Swee crossed her hands, "We're both Tina's friends."

"Tina's dead," he said, sadness in his voice, "my god!"

"I'm sorry, can I come in?"

"Sorry, you think her death did something with me?" asked Nick, stood between himself and the door.

"No," Swee stepped forward to him, "Tell me what happened to you, and Grace, in the woods."

"Nothing." Nicked frowned at her, "Grace has nothing to do with you!"

"Then why did you get there?"

"Why did you?"

"Come on, Nick," Swee stared at him, "If we hadn't got there you're a dead man now!"

"Who are you?" shouted Nick, "Awful! Awful, just like Tina!"

"Hey, I'm here to help you," Swee said softly, "I wanna find the killer of Tina." She paused a while, "And help you find Grace."

Nick's eyes narrowed，"She's dead, dead! I know, never come back!"

"Easy, easy," She comforted him, wrote down her number on a note, handed it to him, "I'm sorry, just call me if you remember something."

"Strange," Swee said to herself, "We saw Grace's back but Nick didn't know it and...Grace didn't call on him...that's the point."

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It took Dean a long time to find Sam sitting on the lawn, something in his hands.

"Sam, are you ok?" Dean gasped.

"Jessica," Sam looked up at his bro, "I saw her again, followed her here, but she missed again."

"Sam, I've told you it's not Jessica, it's your reverie."

"No, not reverie," Sam raised the pack in his hands, "I found my pack...,and you know, this is the place where we met at the first time."

"Sammy," Dean seated himself by Sam's side, cuddled his arm around Sam, "I'm sorry. We'll find out,... everything!"