A/N: hello fellow Supernatural fans and hunters. All the love goes to you all!
Carry on wayward supernatural fans.
The sky was sunny and blue as they arrived in Rayville. One of the tiniest towns Sam had been in in a long time, Rayville boasts a population of just over 200 people. It was a nice little town. Things supernatural almost never happened in small towns. Apparently it was about time.
Blake was reading a book on demigods as the impala pulled up to the motel. She had been doing so much research lately that Sam was afraid that she was going to turn into a book. He understood her obsession, god knows, he did. But from his experience sometimes it's best not knowing the truth. But Blake was incredibly stubborn. In a lot of ways, she was like Dean, once she was on a trail on something she didn't stop until she found what she was looking for, just like his brother.
But he was starting to worry a little. She hardly sleeps and eats anymore, she was too busy trying to find out the truth of who or what she was. He was hoping if she worked at case then it would take her mind off things. Dean wasn't happy that Blake came along, but Sam knew it was only because he was worried about her. But she can't hide away in the bunker from the world forever.
His brother and friend had gone back to normal slightly. Things had been tents ever since Blake Accidentally made Sherlock and John real. But she had fixed it. And Dean seem to be slowly realizing that it wasn't entirely her fault, It was Dean's as well. He made Blake feel like She could trust no one. Which wasn't true. She could trust them.
Dean pulled the impala into a parking spot and shut it off. He turned slightly in his seat, looking at the passenger in the back. "Hey nerd, we're at the motel."
"Yeah? Do you wanna a gold star for finding a motel?" Blake asked, Looking up from her book and meeting Dean's eyes. purple eyes practically glowing in the dark.
"I would." Dean smiled.
"How about a ass kicking?"
Sam snorted. "I think he would like that." He said, unable of keeping his mouth shut.
"Shut up Sam!" Dean and Blake exclaimed in unison.
He chuckled. "You too aren't a like at all."
"Shut up!" Dean mumbled getting out of the car. Blake following suit.
...
Blake was wearing her black shark and white blouse. Her long red hair was pulled up into a neat bun. The officer behind the counter couldn't stop staring at her when they walked into the police station. Sam had to practically bite his bottom lip from keeping himself from smiling from the dirty look Dean shot the officer. Not that the officer would notice.
Blake gave him a sweet innocent smile. "Hello. I'm ancient Willow." She said showing the officer her fake badge. "And my associates, Agent Smith and Agent Rose."
The Officer, Ross, looked at them. "Why is the FBI here investigating a bunch of suicides?"
"That's none of your concern." Blake said sweetly. "We would like to see the Bodies if you don't mind."
Ross smiled at her. "Well your FBI, It's not like I could say no."
She giggled. "Exactly."
Dean was about to bust a blood vessel the way he was glaring at the officer. Sam Somehow controlled himself as officer Ross lead them to around back to the morgue. Ross stopped Blake before she could follow the boys inside. Sam listened intently as Dean looked as if he ate a lemon.
"Um. I hope that you don't think me too forward. But are you free sometime?" Ross asked Blake nervously.
Sam watched his brother from the corner of his eye as he looked over the bodies. Dean wasn't looking, but it was clear that he was listening as he pretended to write something down in his pad.
"I'm flattered. But I'm maryed to my work." Blake smoothly said.
"Oh. Okay. That's to bad." Ross sounded disappointed. Dean smirked. "I'll leave you to it." The officer then left.
Blake came into the room. "So?"
Sam held up a small purple bag that he had found punched in one of the victim's fist. "Blake's right. We're dealing with a witch."
Dean ground. "Great."
"Well, at least we're not dealing with a murderous clown." She smirked.
Sam sighed. Choosing not to comment. Blake smirked. Dean sighed and rolled his eyes. "We need to find the bitch and gank her or him."
Blake smirked at Dean, her eyes hazing over whenever a memory that wasn't hers flash through her mind. "You really don't like witches."
"No I don't. Their always using the bodily fluids. It's not just unsanitary but gross."
She snorted. "Thank god you're pretty."
Sam couldn't help but snicker, more at the look on his brothers face then the comment.
"Whatever." Dean grumbled before I walking out of the room.
...
"No fucking way!?" Blake snapped, looking pissed. Sam sighed as he stood by the doorway. Blake Wanted to go with them to talk with the victims familys. But Dean Pretty much demanded her to stay in the motel.
"It's safer."
"Bullshit."
"You need to stay in the room because we don't know when you're going to lose control!"
Blake looked Right down murderous. "Fine! Like I want to spend time with you, you Jackass!"
Sam sighed. This was going to be a very long case.
