Chapter 10

Breeze had gotten settled at her Dad's place and was helping him in the garage along with her brother. They were happy to see her and glad to have her home. She was going to stay with him until she could save up enough money to get a small place of her own, but still planned on working there in the garage.

After learning about the supernatural, Breeze began to scour the internet looking for articles about anything related to it because she wanted to educate herself. It surprised her at how much was out there on the topic and wasn't sure where to even began and started small. She read about ghosts and spirits, even taking some notes to reference back later. She was going to the used bookstore near the garage to see if they had any books on the subject too. Breeze decided if she was going to have a relationship with Sam, she wanted to know about all things supernatural and the dangers he would face when they found a hunt.

Breeze was going over the books and paying bills when her cell began to ring. She dug it out of her bag to answer it.

"Hello," Breeze greeted the caller.

"Hey, it's Sam," a hesitate male voice replied.

"Sammy, hi! I was wondering when you'd call. How are things going with you? How was the trip to New York? Do you know what killed those people? Are you on the trail of it?"

"Wow!" Sam laughed softly. "One question at a time. The trip was tiring but okay. We think it's a spirit that's doing the killings. And no, we're not sure who it is yet."

"Spirit, so, that means you will need to…" Breeze thought on what she read. "You have to salt and burn the bones of the spirit, right?"

"Yeah, but how did you know that?"

"I've been doing my research. I figured if we were going to continue this relationship, I should know a few things about the supernatural and what you do so I can ask intelligent questions and not sound dumb."

"You surprise me every time I turn around," Sam beamed impressed she was educating herself on the supernatural. "So, we're in a relationship?" he asked cautiously and a bit shyly.

"Yes, if you want to be."

"I think I'd like that, being in a relationship with you."

"Tell me about your case."

"Well, when we found the house where the couple was murdered, there was nothing there that set off any alarms. Funny thing was all the furnishings inside the house were gone. So, we're thinking cursed object or something that is holding a vengeful spirit here."

"There's cursed objects? Boy, I have so much to learn. Sorry, go ahead," Breeze told him as she rambled.

"Everything from the house was taken to an auction house and the owner, Daniel Blake, was selling it off. It was in the couple's will to do that. Man, did I feel out of place there. I mean the people were all formally dressed, and you could tell they had money. Dean butted heads with the owner when we pretended to be art dealers."

"Oh, I can see Dean now," Breeze giggled. "Did they serve wine and hors d'oeuvre? And I bet Dean helped himself."

"That he did," Sam chuckled. "His manners left a lot to be desired. Anyway, the couple had bought this family portrait painted back in the early 1900's and it was ghastly. I talked to the owner's daughter, Sarah, hoping to get the provenance on the painting, but we were kicked out before she could give it to me."

"Providence? What's that?"

"No, provenance. It's the ownership history of the painting. I'm thinking that will tell us a lot. Dean had me call Sarah and ask her to dinner and if she would give me the papers."

"Is she pretty?"

"Yes, but it's only dinner. I told her I was in a relationship, and she seemed to understand and accepted my invitation anyway. I think she's lonely and just wanted some company. I wouldn't cheat on you, not even for a case. I'm not that kind of guy."

"I believe you Sam. And it's fine, I trust you, just be honest with me. You don't have to pretend with me or lie about anything."

"I will. Did you get settled at your Dad's place?"

"Yes, and I'm helping out in the office and the garage. In a few months I'm going to look for my own place somewhere nearby so I can still work with him. He's happy to have me home and Trace, my brother, is happy to have someone else doing all the boring paperwork. He's getting married in six months and wants to take a month off for their honeymoon and to find a house for them."

"That's nice. I'm glad things are working out for you. I better go, Dean's back with some food."

"Please be careful Sammy, I don't want anything happening to either of you."

"We will, I'll call you when we finish with the case."

"Do that. Bye." Breeze hung up and sat there not realizing her brother had caught some of the conversation.

"Who was that?" Trace inquired in a too sweet sing song voice.

"A friend."

"A male friend?"

"Yes."

"So, tell me about him? What's his name? How did you meet him? Come on Breezy, give the low down on the guy."

"You're awful nosey," Breeze huffed.

"Hey! I gotta look out for my little sister now that you're back. So, spill."

"If you must know, his name is Sam and he's Storm's fiancée's brother."

"Storm is engaged? That's a surprise. I didn't think anyone would catch her. I'm happy for her. How is she doing?"

"She is fine now. I went to see her before coming here. They were visiting too, and we sort of hooked up. I kind of think Sis set me up with Sam."

"When are we going to get to meet this mystery man?"

"Will you stop it. I'm a big girl and can take care of myself. We've only started seeing each other. When I'm sure, I'll invite him to meet you guys, but not before. And don't give him the third degree when it happens, if it does. He's a bit intimidating when you first see him, but he's so sweet and loving and kind and a gentleman."

"You sure he's not too much of a weakling or pushover?"

"That would be a no. Let me put it this way, I don't think you'd want to meet him in dark alley or make him angry. He would be a great friend but a formable enemy."

"Now you do have me curious. You know, I'm only looking out for you."

"I know and I love you for it."

"I'll let you get back to work. I brought these receipts and bills in for you."

"Thanks, and Trace, thanks for caring."

"You got it Sis."

Breeze went back to work, but her mind was on Sam and his dinner date. She did trust him and thought he would be honest with her. He didn't seem like the kind of guy who would two time her with someone else. She made a note to look up haunted objects when she went home, wanting to know what Sam might be up against. If this spirit had killed before, then it had to be dangerous.

spn

Storm made her way up the stairs after locking up everything and being sure the extra locks were in place. She stretched as she stepped into the apartment and relieved herself of her handgun and knife. Deciding a cup of hot tea would relax her, she headed into the kitchen to turn on the water pot to heat the water. Storm looked in the cabinet for Sleepy Time Tea and a mug before heading to the bedroom to change into something comfortable.

After using the bathroom and washing her face, Storm went to fix her a mug of tea. She flipped on the radio before settling on the couch to unwind and listened to the music that floated around the room. When her cell started ringing, she jumped up to get it from the bar thinking it was Dean.

"Hello," she answered as she sat back down.

"Hey Stormy, how's my girl?" Dean spoke warmly to her.

"I was hoping you'd call tonight."

"Yeah, sorry for not calling sooner," he sighed.

"You sound tired, what's the case you're working?"

"Psycho vengeful spirit from what we can tell. We dug up the bones of a man who supposedly killed his entire family and salted and burned them."

"You don't sound happy. Was it not the right one?" Storm questioned.

"Nope, and the spirit was trying to tell us that, we just missed it. We broke into the auction house where the painting was being kept and stole it and burned it."

"So, that didn't work either?"

"Yahtzee," Dean said. "Only thing was it magically appeared back in the frame like nothing had happened to it."

"Who is the psycho spirit?"

"A little girl about twelve years old, she killed the family that adopted her, and the father got blamed for it. We're going back in the morning to try and buy the painting and figure out another way to destroy it."

"Man, that sounds like a tough one. Just be careful Babe, if it's that hard to vanish this spirit, then she must be strong and sly."

"I know. The painting had been bought by four other buyers over the years, and they were all killed the same way. Our Dad figured it out and was watching for it to happen again. He made notes on all the other killings."

"Your father is a smart man."

"Yes, he is," Dean mumbled his voice trailing off. "Enough about this case. How are you doing? Are things going okay for you?"

"Yes love, business has been good, and we've not had any problems lately. I'm doing fine but missing you."

"And I you. I miss your sexy, warm body in bed with me. What are you wearing right now?"

"Babe, are you trying to do phone sex?" Storm giggled. "What I usually wear, your T-shirt."

"Oh yeah, that's sexy," he said sarcastically.

"Hey! It reminds me of you. I like it, besides, it's comfortable," she insisted in a pouty voice.

"Yeah, well, it was worn out when you took it. Guess I should give you another one. That is unless you want something see through and silky?"

"I think you know me by now and no, I don't want a teddy."

"It was worth a shot and yes I do know you very well. I know you're not a lace and silk kind of girl."

"You got that right, give me shorts and tank tops any time."

"I love you, Stormy."

"And I you. Guess I should go," Storm sighed suppressing a yawn. "I need to do some shopping tomorrow before the bar opens."

"Goodnight love, dream of me."

"Always, nite Babe. Call me when the case is done."

"I will."

Storm heard the call disconnect and slumped down on the couch as she hung up her cell. She thought about Dean and closed her eyes to picture him in her mind, seeing those gorgeous green eyes looking at her with so much love. As he began to fade away, she opened her eyes and got up to put her mug in the kitchen before going to the bathroom to do her routine and head on to bed.

After turning the covers back, Storm put her cell on the nightstand and crawled between the covers, wiggling around to get comfortable. She took Dean's pillow and hugged it to her chest as she said a silent prayer for the angels to watch over Dean and Sam and keep them safe so they can come back to her and Breeze.

A/N: I hope you are enjoying the story and the new character. Thanks for coming along for the ride. I do like reviews/comments. NC