A/N: hello fellow Supernatural fans and hunters and readers. All the love goes to you all!
Sam: It's Dean. Of course he's going to be a dick. Lol. Thank you for reading and reviewing.
Carry on wayward supernatural fans.
Dean sighed as he put his baby in park and shut off the car in front of the motel room. Sam had been giving him his bitch face number 85. Sam and Dean went to talk to the victims familys as Blake stayed back at the motel with a lot of convincing, apparently his brother didn't agree with it.
Turns out none of the victims had history of any kind of depression. One victim had just got excepted into julliard. An another was planning her weading and she was excited about it. And the 3rd and final victim just got their book published and was making it quick as an author. But all victims were acting like they were children following the day before their suicide. So it was most definitely their kind of gig. Blake had suggested it could be a witch. And to no surprise Dean Immediately hated the thought. But she could be right.
"Look, Dean, I'm just saying, maybe she should have come with us." Sam said, again.
"And what? Have her lose control?" Dean snapped. That was part of the reason. The other reason was something he wasn't ready to admit to.
"You need to give her a chance."
Dean shook his head. "And every time we give something like her a chance, it always comes back to bit us in the ass."
"She's not a something Dean, she's a person."
"That we have no idea how she can do what she can do!"
"You care about her, I know you do. So you can stop pretending!" Sam snapped.
Dean had enough. Opening the car door he stepped out just as the motel door opened and Blake came out, closing the door behind her, she walked to him. "I just got a call. There has been another suicide."
Dean sighed. "Okay. Sam and I will-" Before he could finish his sentence she opened the door and crawled into the back seat of the impala. He looked in on her. "What you doing?"
"What does it look like? Do I have to draw you a diaphragm?"
Sam snickered as he got back in the car. It didn't help his frustration. "Your not going."
Blake met his eyes. "Are you going to make me get out of the car?" She challenged.
"Yeah, if I have to."
"Then do it."
They stared at each other, neither one willing to budge. Was he cursed? It just had to be his luck that they had to be stuck with a stubborn hard headed woman he had ever met in his entire life. When she wanted to do something, nothing could change her mind. He highly doubted that heaven or hell could change her mind when she had decided to do something.
She knew everything thanks to her seeing his memories. And yet she still wanted this life? Why? This life was bloody messy and messed up. But here she was. A part of him actually liked her stubborn side, but at the same time he was frustrated. Yeah, she was learning how to shoot a gun into defend herself. But what if something happened to her? He couldn't stand the thought. They could never have one thing.
Blake was like a mountain that refused to bend or bow to the wind. She was so stubborn and hard headed that she brought stubbornness to a whole new level. It was clear that she wasn't going to stay at the hotel this time. And her eyes, there were hard and sharp. She was prepared to fight to the nail.
Finally breaking eye contact he got back into the driver seat slamming his door. Blake smirked, he didn't have to see, he just knew that's what she was doing.
...
Blake smirked once they arrived back to the motel. Dean sighed, wishing for her to stop. They found a hex bag on the body. There was no more doubt. It was a Which. He looked at Blake. "Okay. You were right." He said reluctantly.
"I'm sorry, what was that? I don't think I heard you clearly."
Sam snickered as he sat at the table. "She has a point."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Whatever, bitch."
"Jerk."
Blake giggled. "I'm going out for food." And she left the motel room before either brother could say anything.
