Harvelle Supernatural

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, only Skylar

Warning: Lemon near end


Chapter 44: Time for a Wedding!

I was editing some photos from a previous photoshoot late in the night. I could barely sleep, just one of those nights where you have insomnia. Plus I took t medication late in the day. I've had hard times concentrating at work. Plus Sam noted I've been out of it on concentration. It one of those ADHD side effects. So I recently got back on my medication. I switch from herbal remedies to medication time and again, depending on how much weight I lost and the stress

Although I've been happier today than usual. Just the sense that it has been a good day. They must be having fun since it was Vegas week. Sam assured that he was looking and nothing else. I laughed at him, saying he could watch, even touch with his hands, but no sex. You can't hold the boys back when they put money in a strippers underwear.

As I finished the project, I grabbed my phone, and soon it rang playing Ramble On by Led Zeppelin. Chuckling, I answered, "Hey Dean, how's Vegas?"

"Not good," Dean answered.

"What? Did a stripper kick you in the groin?" I asked.

"No, Sam's married," he answered.

My eyes widen when hearing this. Sure I know Vegas has many chapels, people getting drunk and accidentally getting married. But never have I thought that Sam would get married. Especially since he and I are together. It has been something paranormal since I did not indicate my abilities that Sam would willingly get married after meeting someone so soon.

"What? With who?"

"Becky Rosen," he answered.

"Fangirl Becky?" I replied. "Chucks girlfriend?"

"The one and only."

I heard of Becky Rosen, never met her. The boys said she was a huge fan of the Supernatural series, has a massive obsession with Sam. Last I heard, the Winchesters last encounter with the woman was in Vermillion Ohio, where there was a Supernatural convention. Chuck being the guest of honor since he was the creator. Apparently, Becky got hold of his cell phone and texted the boys on false pretext saying Chuck was in danger, due to his status of being a prophet. Unfortunately, it leads to a ghost case with twisted ghost children killing the fans.

"Are you sure it's the Becky?" I asked.

"Yep, she already did the salt, silver and holy water," Dean answered. "This is so messed up. She claims she knows Sam from every book!"

I feel my heart dropping as Dean told me what happened. It was how a demon would feel when being shot by the Colt. Four days is impossible to fall in love and get married. A part of me hoped that be me with Sam in a next future. Not this...girl.

"Sky," Dean called out. "I need a partner, I need someone who knows Sam. Maybe when he see's you...a punch of reality will kick in."

"Okay, where are they going?"

"Sam said Delaware, can you find their address?"

"On it," I said going through my the internet and finding Becky Rosen. It wasn't long, and I sent Dean the address. He thanked me for telling where to meet him at the location. We hang up, and I packed my bags in preparations for the trip. I sent a message to Cheryl, letting her know I'll be out of town for a week. She was at a conference to write an article with Dick Roman. As of Late, Mr. Roman has been making a giant leap in politics, mainly in creating jobs for the people during this aftermath of the recession.

Back to the main point, I packed the Colt and went to my jeep driving towards Pike Creek Delaware.

Oh God, I genuinely hope this is something Supernatural and not real.

.o0o.

I was eating at a restaurant where there was a reunion. I saw Sam with Becky, reserving a spot for the school reunion. Sadly I didn't have the balls to go up and confront them. It so severely, how he wrapped his arm around the petite woman. Although I felt sorry for her when one of her old high school peers made fun of the woman waving her hand saying "Yecky Becky." It brought back my high school memories of being bullied due to my learning disability. I had Jo to protect me. She gave up her status of being favored to help me through high school.

Sighing, I looked at a newspaper that was on the bar. One of the front page liners was "Truck kills a pedestrian in a freak accident." Reading more in-depth, the victim had recently won the lottery. His age made me did some calculations and realized he would be part of this years reunion. I pulled out my phone and started searching for recent deaths in the area in the last three months.

"Found something?" Dean asked out of nowhere, as he sat down on a stool. I showed him the newspaper, "That you did."

"And more," I added showed him other articles on my phone. "It's high school reunion season. Therefore people are desperate to impress their peers."

"Damn, good thing I dropped out," he said. "Have you ever went to your high school reunion?"

"Hasn't been ten years yet," I muttered. "Wouldn't even consider going."

"How come?" he asked.

"I was bullied. My first two years were okay, having Jo as my protector. But once she graduated...I've become a target."

"Like what?"

"Being shoved, books knocked down. Stuff is missing from my locker, etc. I was the girl with a learning disability, who lived in the middle of nowhere on top of a bar."

"I'm a bit surprised; I didn't know you went through that. Knowing you all this time, I thought you had a decent life."

"No life is decent for a Hunter kid."

"I agree to that."

We ate a meal together contemplating the situation. Our thoughts were Witches or Crossroads demon. It could explain the sudden fertility of Pike Creek citizens getting lucky, yet the timeline is off. Also the deaths. Usually, when a person makes a deal with a crossroads demon they have ten years, and all deaths are more of animal attacks in unusual locations, because of hellhounds.

Afterwards, we went to a motel. I treated Dean by renting the room so he could save some money. With the leviathans searching for the Winchesters, it's the least I could do. Dean was hesitant, and I told him he could check my jeep's engine and tires to ensure they are by today's standards. It wouldn't be a surprise in another life or if the Winchester family weren't involved with the paranormal that he would have been a professional mechanic, probably with an associate degree in business owning his garage right now. Dean had always wanted that with a family of his own, yet family business calls.

.o0o,

The next morning Dean and I did more research when the local news came on. There was another freak accident. A local who has been signed to the Delaware Blue Hens were killed. Caused by death, equipment malfunction when the pitching machine had a glitched going from the average pitch of two to eleven. Breaking the bat, and the extreme blow to the face.

"Now, I call that a fastball," Dean said.

I did some research and found the new victim was on the bench in the minor league. Mainly his job is to help the primary team warm up for the game, and substitute if a player was sick. What both victims have in common was that they went to the same school, same graduation year.

"Um Dean, Becky went to the same school as the two victims." I pointed out.

"So that means somebody is targeting this school year," he said. "Maybe a witch or warlock going after students who targeted them."

"I doubt Becky was a bully," I said. "Maybe she may know who it is. Maybe a school friend she hasn't spoken to in ten years. It could explain how she got her dream man."

"How long has she and Sam been married?" I asked

"Uh, three maybe four days," he answered.

"All the victims died within a week of their dreams coming true." I pointed.

"Well, I'll be damn," he said looking over. "Let's talk to Sam, hopefully seeing you will knock some sense or confirm that Becky is part of it."

I nodded saving my files. We took my jeep, stopping at a store to buy a wedding gift. I was against it, yet Dean said it was a way to earn some of Sam's trust. Taking a deep breath, we went inside. Dean was buying a waffle iron, and I salt and pepper shakers. When we reached the apartment complex, I rang the doorbell. Sam stood there tensed when seeing both of us. His eyes linger on me before concentrated on Dean.

"Me being supportive," Dean said handing him the gift. "Congratulations to you and the missus."

Sam awkwardly accepted it, "Thanks."

"It's a waffle iron. Nonstick." Dean tried to explain using hand gestures. " Yeah, you just, uh, you know...I don't know how to use it."

"Skylar?" Sam spoke looking at me.

"I heard the happy news," I forced out sounding cheerful. "Didn't know what Becky like, so I got you these Mr and Mrs, salt and pepper shakers."

"Thank you," Sam said accepting it. "I know it is all sudden, and I'm so sorry for hurting you. But I assure you, you will always be my best friend."

Just shoot me now, I thought. I don't know who is worse, Soulless Sam or this lovely dovey Sam.

"Are we good?" Dean asked.

Sam shrugged as they both gave an awkward chuckle.

"Good, cause we are sniffing a case in this town," Dean said as we enter the green room apartment. "The score is...guy wins Powerball, gets squished by a truck... the second guy went from the bench to the majors. Oh, and one week later, his face was the catcher's mitt, huh?

"Doesn't seem like-" I started, but another woman voice interrupted.

"Our first thought was crossroads there's that ten-year time frame on collecting souls. " the woman said as Sam opened the separating door to the bedroom where Becky stood with a small wall covered in leads, but more decorative. She continues to speak. "Then there's cursed object, like in "Bad Day at Black Rock," we haven't been able to connect the vics yet."

We walked in baffled.

"You're working this case...together?" Dean asked.

Sam chuckled happily, "Yeah. I know. Right? I mean, I guess all those Chuck Shurley books paid off. Oh, Becky, this is Skylar Harvelle."

Becky grinned hugging me, "Oh Skylar, you are my favorite female hunter. I love your backstory and character development. I loved your case in Tall Tales against the trickster. Also, did you dance with Lucifer? You were a great insert for "My Bloody Valentine." What About Athena, do you keep in contact with her or Jesse. I'm sorry about your family. "

My body tensed for she brought up my encounters with Lucifer's I tried to forget. Also acting as she knows me. If she knows me, then she would know that Sam and I are...were...together. Even when the books stopped coming out, I'm sure Chuck kept drafts of the Winchester's misadventures somewhere. So badly I wanted to punch this woman for stealing my man.

"All right, listen, cookie," Dean said separating Becky from me. "I don't know what kind of mojo you're working, but believe me, I will find out."

"Dean, that's...my wife you're talking to." Sam defended.

"You're not even acting like yourself, Sam!" Dean shouted.

"How am I not?" Sam challenged crossing his arms.

"You married Becky Rosen!" Dean exclaimed. "A week ago you were dating Skylar, telling her about your hiking trip and promised to call her."

"What are you saying?" Becky demanded. "I'm a witch? Or maybe I'm a siren."

"No, you're the bitch who stole my boyfriend," I said getting her face not holding back my emotions. Looking deep into her eyes. "If you are a huge fan of the books, you should know we are together."

She glared, "Ever occur to you we're just - I don't know -happy?!'

Dean looked at his brother, "Come on, Sam! Guy wins the Lotto; guy hits the bigs. All right, obviously, uh, people's dreams are coming true in this town. Don't you think this is a little bit of a coincidence?"

"And two of the victims have something in common. They went to the same school as Becky, with the same graduation year."

Becky's eyes widen as she rushed to grab a yearbook. There she realized she recognized the names.

"You know what, Dean, Skylar?" Sam started. "What Becky and I have is real? And if you can't accept that, that's your guy's problem, not ours."

"Sam," I begged.

"Or maybe she's part of it." Dean challenged. "Because for whatever reason, you're her dream. If you really do care about her, I'd be worried. Because people who do get their little fantasies or whatever seem to end up dead pretty quick." He wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "Let's go Sky."

We turned to leave.

"You know, I went after her, Dean. Maybe that's what's bugging you -"" Sam called out, making us turn to face him. "That I'm moving on with my life. I mean, you took care of me, and that's great. But I don't need you anymore. And Skylar...we knew this day would come. You have been a great friend through my struggles, yet I don't see us any further than that."

I took a deep breath seething out the words, "Fuck you."

Becky looked down ashamed. She knows. My clairvoyant abilities can detect that she knows Sam's love for her is not natural. She gave him something, yet she was being manipulated too. I so badly want to beat them both up, leave the stupid bitch bloody. However, Dean escorted me out.

Once outside he called Bobby of the situation. They talk for a bit till Bobby made him say, "I don't want another hunter, Bobby. I got Skylar here."

I handed Dean the keys to my jeep as we got inside the vehicle.

"Fine. What's his name?" Dean asked. "Garth? Okay, tell Garth to meet us at Creek Bistro."

He hung up and looked at me, "Do you know of a Garth?"

"I do," I answered, needing the distraction. "He was supposed to help me on a case but was caught by the police of trespassing."

"Is he good?" he asked, starting the engine.

"He is, never met him in person. Though Hunters says, he thinks outside the box."

"Good," Dean said then looked at me. "How about we go to the bar and get some shots. Rent movies and shit."

"I'm not in a chick-flick mood," I mumbled.

"Thank God," he breathed. "Then what are you in the mood for?"

"Blood and gore," I answered.

"My kind of lady."

We stopped at a liquor store buying some beer and vodka, got tons of junk and fast food, before returning to my place where I found on my computer some slasher and torture film. We mainly watched Saw franchise. Dean and I made comments on how stupid some of the victims were, for there was a simple solution to get out other than mutilation.

I'm sincerely thankful to have Dean as an older brother figure.

.o0o.

The next day Dean and I drove to the bistro to meet Garth. We discovered a possible lead with the "junior Salesman leapfrogs to CEO" that seems a bit out of the ordinary. I looked up the Salesman, and Craig Burrow has no familial ties, so it wasn't inheritance at Mutual Freedom Insurance. We looked for Garth seeing anyone with the potential criteria of a hunter. There was one guy, but a woman soon sat down.

"Hey you, Dean and Skylar?" We turned around to see a frail man sitting at a table drinking a milkshake. He thought, almost fitting the character traits of Ichabod gave a contemplating look. "Hmm. I thought you'd be taller."

Dean inhaled sharply before we sat down across from him. "I assume Bobby filled you in on the road."

Garth nodded, "He told me three things. One, he's tangling with a major-league nest up in Oregon territory. Numero dos, he said you'd be all, uh, surly premenstrual working with me. And tres, don't push Skylar buttons."

Dean and I glared at him.

Garth raised his hands up in defense, "But, hey, man, sticks and stones."

Dean rolled his eyes, "I think I found a case." He handed the paper to Garth. "Check the headline."

"First thing's first," Garth said picking of the paper and turning the pages. A moment later he was laughing. "Oh, Marmaduke, you're crazy."

Shoot me, just shoot me, just shoot me. Were my thoughts as covered my face shaking my head. Dean did the same only pinching the brim of his nose. Out of all the hunters in the east coast, how on earth did we get stuck with Garth?

.o0o.

We went on our pretext, under the disguise as a journalist for a magazine. I was wearing my professional suit in photography, having my cameras ready while the boys did the interview portion of the investigation. We waited in the lobby of Mutual Freedom Insurance. As we expected I looked up the CEO backstory, and he had nothing in common with Becky, he didn't go to the school as her nor did he graduate the same year. There was a five-year difference between Becky and Craig's graduation date.

A woman dressed in white walked over to the secretary. They had a pleasant talk until the woman was irritated, "Are you trying to humiliate me? It's Marsha with an S-H-A. Not a C-I-A. " Then left.

Yikes.

Suddenly Sam and Becky came out of Craig's office. Sam thanked the secretary while Becky wrote notes down. Garth moved closer to Dean. "Hey, is that you -"

"Yeah," Dean grumbled.

"Awkward," Garth mumbled.

Awkward indeed.

We stood up walking over to them. They gave us an unpleasant look.

"Hi," Dean greeted with a weird forced smile. Becky glared at me and continued walking. "Okay, so…"

"So, uh, no point in going in. Guy's clean." Sam informed.

"You sure?" I asked.

"Yeah. Positive. Becky grilled him like a pro." Sam complemented proudly. "She's a real natural."

"Huh," Dean replied. "I'll let my human detector confirm that."

Sam stared at Garth, "W-what's with the scrawny guy?"

"Temp," Dean answered.

Sam nodded in understanding. Rule number one, never hunt alone when you don't know what you're killing. Afterwards, he left. A minute later a secretary escorted us to the CEO office. We shook hands introducing ourselves. Craig seemed like a nice guy, asking me what should he be doing. I told him to be natural, ask their questions while I took pictures. Doing so, the boys talk while I took pictures. I stared at the screen seeing no indications of a shifter in Craig's eyes, possession, or small trinkets of witchcraft.

"Throw a rock, hit a reporter this day, eh?" Craig asked.

Dean chuckled, "Well, you're story's a big deal. Over at the, ug, the Actual Insider."

"Go ahead, Shoot. " Craig said.

"All right, huh…How'd you get the gig?"

"Board came to me, asked. Said yes."

"Just out of the blue?"

"Pretty much."

"Huh. And, uh, any idea how the board landed on you over your supervisors?"

"Um, they didn't say."

"Could you tell us what specifically excited the board about your qualifications?"

Craig became uncomfortable, leaning on the defensive side. "Say, Fellas, what's with the third degree?"

"Oh, uh, no offense." Garth started. "We're just wondering if you got here nefarious means."

"Whoa! Garth!" Dean called out. Even I was surprised by his forwardness.

Garth saw our faces and chuckled, "Oh. Uh, I-I didn't mean, of course, uh, corporate backstabbing - I'm sorry. I meant more like, uh, you know, black magic or hoodoo."

Dean and I started laughing trying to make this a joke.

"He jokes. He's a - he's a jokester." Dean tried to recover.

"Let's get back on topic," I added.

Craig was still a bit baffled by the accusation.

"Why don't, uh, why don't you tell us what it felt like when your big dream came true?" Dean asked.

Craig took a deep sigh, "Look, on the record, it's great. "

"Off the record?" Dean asked.

"It's not my big dream," Craig answered.

"Wait," Garth asked. "You didn't want this job?"

"Hell, no," Craig said. "I'm a sales guy. I was good in sales. "

Then this breaks the pattern. Previous Victims wanted their dream come true. Becky is still a question, yet Craig...he didn't want it, and he is not acting strange about the issues in how he got his job, or freak out about Garth comment. He was telling the truth, he was not into this position.

"Your secretary's an idiot," His wife Marsha entered. "I'll be at the printers this afternoon."

"All right, dear. See you at dinner," Craig said.

'Just have the idiot make a reservation." Marsha sneered. "Here's a tip - remind her she works for the CEO. One more screw up, she's fired. "

Ouch, that burned.

She then left.

"Your, uh, wife seems pretty stoked on the promotion, don't she?" Garth asked.

"Honestly, I've never seen her happier," Craig answered. "I have no idea how I'm gonna tell her I have to resign. The news is just gonna -"

"Kill her?" Garth finished.

Garth, Dean, and I had the oh shit look. Craig didn't make the deal or wish, or whatever the contract is. Marsha did. We quickly ended our interview and said goodbye to Craig before running towards Marsha.

"Mrs. Burrows? Hi. " Dean greeted.

"Can I help you?" Marsha asked.

"Yes, we're, uh, we're doing a story on your husband's promotion. " Dean asked, which made the woman smile. "Wanted to ask you a few questions."

"I'm sorry. I can't believe today. If you schedule it with his girl…"

Dean quickly grabbed her. "Okay, you know what? I'm trying to save you from a really bad accident. "

"Are you threatening me?" She asked.

"No," Dean answered pulling his hands away. "No, I-I'm pointing out a pattern. Why do people keep thinking I'm threatening them?"

"Because it sounded exactly like a threat, dude," Garth said.

"Garth, you're not helping," I muttered, then spoke to Marsha pulling out my badge. "We are undercover for occurrences that have been happening. Your husband promotion fits the pattern. Can you tell us how you got him promoted."

Marsha shook her head, "I have no idea what you're talking about. Now leave me alone or do I have to call security?."

"Madam," I said. "Don't do this."

"Have a good day," Marsha said and left.

Dean, Garth, and I watched her leave. This wasn't good. We followed after her in the lobby. My spidey senses tingled looking up to see the chandelier swaying, and Marsha was underneath. Loudly I said, "Dean, the lighting" he saw this and rushed pushing Marsha away as the chandelier crashed to the ground. Everyone gasped in shock. Garth and I ran over helping them up.

"You want to tell us what's up here?" Garth asked

Marsha hugged herself taking a deep breath, "I was having lunch with friends. This guy heard me bitching. Next thing I know, he's making me an offer."

"An offer?" Dean asked.

"Craig's job for my soul." She answered. "I know. Hilarious. I mean, what have I got to lose?"

"Well, there's your soul," Garth said casually. "What kinda demon deal is this? Timeline's wack."

Marsha panicked. "What are you talking about? Demon?"

"Let me back up here," Garth explained. "You made a deal with a demon in exchange for your everlasting. Except those are ten-year contracts. Why's the billy coming so fast?"

"I mean demons can change the length of a contract, but that is about another life," I said. "These contracts are all ten-year warranties."

"I don't know, but I got a bad feeling about who's next," Dean said pulling out his phone.

"Sam and Becky," Last thing we need is the contract backfiring that would have Becky killed and Sam in prison.

"We got to find them pronto." Dean agreed.

Garth was in deep thought till a light bulb lit. "alright, alright, alright. Uh, here's the plan. I drop this lady at my cousin's. He'll stop anything trying to get her. We, uh, find Sam, Hopefully, fix this, everybody's home in time for 'America's Got Talent.'" he faced Marsha, "Now, you-you'll be living with a triracial paraplegic sniper until this all blows over, okay?"

Marsha overwhelmed just nodded.

Dean and I watched him lean Mrs. Burrow out of the facilities. I stared at him and said, "For some reason, he reminds me of Ash, without the MIT."

"Couldn't agree more," Dean said.

We went back to my jeep. Before I could get to the passenger seat, I stopped from a sudden migraine. The area was spinning, the lights were sensitive, and there was a strange taste in my mouth.

"Sky," Dean called out rushing over to me.

The urge to puke, I rushed to the back vomiting a purple foam. Dean held my hair and camera as I vomit. After a moment it all stop.

"You good?" he asked.

I took a deep breath and nodded.

"So, was that Clairvoyant or are you sick?" Dean asked.

"Clairvoyant," I answered looking at the purple bile. "Sam...he's been roofied. It explains why I have been getting these headaches or detecting any supernatural magic on him. "

Dean nodded. I can't detect natural magic, so potions are hard. My abilities only focus on the now, confirmation, and supernatural. So identifying Sam was off is right, and Becky was having a part of it. The only question is, are we dealing with a witch and a demon, or is it a demon who was once a witch?

.o0o.

We rushed to the motel to change clothes and grabbed our gear before going to Becky's apartment. We met up with Garth at the parking lot before heading inside. Dean considered breaking the door down, however thinking like any reasonable person I examined around the front door till finding a key on the upper door frame. Using it to open the door, Garth rushed in first, as Dean and I enter with caution, the place was empty. The first thing we saw was a wedding photo of Sam and Becky. I tried not to hurl at the image. Dean looked at the entry table finding mail, and the waffle iron. No one was home, and the apartment was clean.

"Anything?" Dean asked.

Garth was looking at a laptop that was left opened and on. "Uh, she's got eleven twitter...ers."

We walked in as he continued, "Last post -'Going on a romantic trip with hubster' Three exclamation points. I guess she got excited."

I grabbed the laptop checking her emails, "No indications for airplane trip or reservations at hotels."

Dean looked at the desk grabbing a photograph, "That look romantic to you?"

The picture was a young Becky holding a fishing pole and fish in front of a log cabin.

"Oh, hell, no," Garth answered pointing at this eyes. "But I got this thing about fish. Deadeye, man."

I took a deep breath trying not to roll my eyes. I went on the internet finding The Rosen Cabin and got the address.

When we made it to the destination, we found Sam and Becky waiting. Sam looked annoyed as he rubbed his head while Becky was sad. In the cabin, Becky told us everything. That she met Guy in the horror erotica section at a bookstore claiming he was a Wiccan. He gave her a love potion saying one sip and the person who has a hidden feeling for you will truly love you. That is why she search for Sam during Vegas week to prove it was true and things just went out of hand like Romeo and Juliet love at first sight. Then the elixir was wearing off fast, and she went to Guy the third time to get a refill to discover he was a Crossroads Demon.

"And I'm so sorry," Becky said. "He made me an offer for my soul, twenty-five years to have Sam, as long as I don't tell anyone. And it would be a natural death, like a car accident or cancer."

I scoffed, doubting it.

"Becky promised to meet Guy at the reunion to make the final decision," Sam said. "Once everyone is out we can take him down."

"Good, glad you came to your senses," Dean said smacking his brother back.

Sam nodded and looked at me, all guilty and shit. He walked over to give me a hug however my hand slapped him across the face. He may be a victim of all this shit, yet all of it hurt me.

I was still mad at him. He should know better when anybody associated with Chuck Shurly isn't a good sign.

"Skylar, this is my fault don't blame Sam," Becky begged standing between us.

"You knew he was in a relationship," I growled.

"I know," She mumbled. "I've should have known better in the Two minutes before Midnight and Swan Song, and Chuck's rough drafts."

"Then you should have known better," I seethed.

Becky nodded. She was a lonely woman with a type of personality that many can't handle. She was still human with needs.

I took a deep breath and looked at the Winchesters. "What's the plan."

.o0o.

As the Reunion occurred, we set up a trap in the bar room using vodka to draw a devils trap. Everyone got their weapons ready. The Colt secured in my hand. Becky's widen when seeing the Colt before she even asked Sam silenced her. It was clear that Becky shouldn't talk to anyone, just do as she was told. When the party was over, Becky sat at the table in somber drinking her fruity drink to wait. The rest of us hunters watched.

A dark skin man in a suit happily walked over to her, "Becks! You missed the party."

"Yeah. Well… weird night," She murmured.

"So, what are we thinking?" Guy asked.

Becky heaved a heavy sighed, facing Guy, "Okay. I'm in."

I sincerely hope she keeps to the plan.

She stood up walking over to the demon who smiled like a dear friend, "You're making the right choice."

"I know," She answered nervously. "So...we seal the deal with a kiss?"

"Exactly," He murmured opening his arms up for a hug. "Pucker up, sweetheart."

However, She took a lighter and ignited it. Guy was confused before she dropped it the ground, where the alcohol burned creating the devil's trap. Becky quickly stepped away so she wouldn't get hurt.

"I'm not your sweetheart," She cheered excitedly.

The boys and I came out of our hiding place as Becky stood next to Sam.

Garth held the bottle, "Blueberry Vodka, the answer to all of the life's problems."

"You see that, Sam?!" Becky happily cheered. "I did it just like we said! I am awesome! I-I'll be over here.'"

Sam gave her a look to shut up.

Guy was shocked till getting his composure, "Dean Winchester. This is thrilling. Hey, can I have your autograph?"

"Sure," Dean smirked as he took Ruby's knife out of his inner pocket. "I'll, uh, carve it into your spleen."

Guy's mirth dropped.

"So, how you running your little scam?" Dean asked.

The demon shrugged his shoulder, "Well, how do you mean, Dean?"

"Signing ten-year deals, snuffing 'em that week." Sam pointed out bitterly.

"Well, I would never. No," Guy explained. "Rules of the road - can't lay a hair on any of my clients."

Skylar," Dean said.

I showed the Colt and fired at the demon's feet. He jumped in fear. Two weapons that can kill his kind with one fatal blow were in the room.

"Right," Dean continued. "So how you cheating it?"

"I'm not a cheater. I'm an innovator." Guy sneered. "It's called a loophole, you moron. Yes, when a person bargains away his soul, he gets a decade, technically. But accidents happened."

"So you're arranging "accidents' and collecting early?" Sam implied.

"Oh, please. White gloves. I don't get my hands dirty. " Guy murmured. "That's why it's important to have a capable intern."

Before we could react a demon wearing a hoodie shoved us across the room. My body collided with a table, tumbling down. I groaned, feeling the air leaving my lungs. Looking up, Dean tried to get up while Sam and Garth were out cold. The two demons were arguing, as Guy was scolding his intern on his tardiness while he attempted to break the seal. Dean looked at the knife; however, Guy appeared right in front of him. Before the demon could get hold, Dean tossed holy water from a flask on the demon. He gasped in pain, smoke appearing. Dean started doing an exorcism, yet Guy choked him to the beam.

I grabbed the Colt shooting at Guy. The bullet grazed his shoulder yet it hurt like hell. I turned to fire at the hoodie demon who was torturing Sam when Becky came out behind him, stabbing the demon in the back. She tossed the knife to Sam, who gave it to Dean, which he held against Guy's neck as he held his arm. I kept the colt aimed at the demon.

"How many deals you got cooking in this town, Madoff?" Dean panted.

"Fifteen," Guy murmured.

"Yeah, well, call them off, or I'll cut my loophole in your throat," Dean threatened.

Guys eyes widen in fear, "Oh, crap."

"Yeah, you said it. You're in a world-"

"Hello, Boys," said a calm British accent.

We all know one person with a British accent. The King of Hell, none other than Crowley. Dean quickly went to Guy and kept the knife to his throat. I aimed the Colt at Crowley.

"Skylar, nice to see you again, we should do business?" Crowley started.

"In your dreams," I growled.

"Think about it," he murmured and faced the others. "Sam, Mazel Tov. Who's the lucky lady?"

Becky was amazed, "You're Crowley!"

"And you're-" he paused to the new guest. "Well, I'm sure you have a wonderful personality, dear."

"Ah, another step, and I'll Colombian necktie you're little friend here," Dean warned when Crowley took a step.

"Please, don't let him get off that easy," Crowley said.

"Sir, I don't think that you-" Guy started.

"I know exactly what you've been doing." Crowley interrupted. "A little birdie named Jackson sold you out, e-mailed all the juicy deets to my suggestion box. "

All eyes went to the dead body center of the room.

"I assume...that's my whistle-blower," Crowley concluded. "Shame. Had a future. Unfortunately, you don't."

Guy gulped, "I was just-"

"There's only one rule - make a deal, keep it." Crowley murmured.

"Well, technically, I didn't-"

"There's a reason we don't call our chits in early-consumer confidence" Crowley murmured then bellowed. "This isn't Wall Street! This is Hell! We have a little something called integrity. This gets out, who'll deal with us? Nobody! Then where are we?!"

Guy paused thinking about it. "I don't know."

"That's right. You don' you're a stupid. Shortsighted little prat" Crowley scolded. "Now, hand the jackass over. I'll cancel every deal he's made. "

"What are you gonna do to him?" I asked.

"Make an example of him," Crowley answered, with a sinister smile. "Fair trade, right? We all go our separate ways. No harm done."

"The souls that have been taken go to heaven," I added. "Since their contracts were terminated for unlawful reasons."

The King of Hell nodded, "Spoken like a true businesswoman, done."

'What, out of the goodness of your heart?" Sam asked doubtfully.

Crowley sighed, "Years of demons nipping at your heels, haven't seen one for months. Wonder why?"

"We've been a little busy," Dean replied sarcastically.

"Hunting Leviathan - yes, I know." The King of Hell murmured. "That's why I told my lads to stay clear of you meatheads."

We were surprised; it explains everything. The hunters who contacted me saying they are dealing more with monsters and ghost the past few months instead of demons.

"So, what do you know about - "Sam started.

"Too much. You met that Dick yet?" Crowley interrupted. None of us could answer this question. He chuckled, "Smuggest tub of goo since Mussolini."

"Does that make you Tojo and Lucifer Hitler?" I asked.

Crowley ignores the comparison, as he continued, "I hate the bastards. Squash 'em all, please. I'll stay clear. "

"Rip up the contracts, and the souls free first," Dean said.

Crowley snapped his fingers, "Done and done. Your turn."

I aimed the Colt at Guy who was shaken with fear. Dean let go shoving the demon towards his master. The King of Hell took Guy by the shoulder then face us.

"Pleasure, Gentlemen, and ladies."

And just like that, they were gone.

There was a groan. We turned around seeing Garth standing up.

"What'd I miss?"

Dean waved his hand in disbelief.

Afterwards we cleaned up the place and took the body. Dean was in charge of burning the body; Garth would go back to his cousin place and escort Marsha home. I was assigned to taking Becky home.

It was an awkward silence in the car. Once in the parking lot, I instruct Becky to go inside. She was about to say something, but Sam shook his head suggesting not to. She sighed, exiting the vehicle and went inside. A tension engrossed in the cabin.

"Sky-" Sam spoke.

"Tell me you are getting a divorce?" I demanded silently.

"More like an annulment," he answered.

"Good," I heaved, taking a few more deep breaths.

"Sky-"

"Did you sleep with her?"

"What?"

"Did you sleep with her?" I growled. "Had sex with her?"

Sam shook his head, "I never had sex with her. The only thing that happened was kissing, hugging, and laying...and cuddles."

I looked down trying to show no tears.

Sam reached over taking my hand.

"I wished Dean didn't bring you for this case," he whispered. I'm sorry you had to witness that again. But Skylar, you're the only person I have eyes on."

I took a deep breath as the question slip, "But are we ever going to be more than what we are now?"

Silence.

Wrong question to asked.

It was hard in life we are living. We have been separated a lot more because of the leviathans, how they are hunting the Winchesters personally. How there has been some distance because the boys worried about my safety. If the Leviathans haven't shown and brought the wanted posters, there could have been more between us. I wanted more. I want to express how much I feel about him. I so badly want to say those three words, to say I love you. Except...I can't. Love is a distraction for the Winchesters.

"And I want that too," Sam murmured cradling my cheek. "And I hope one day we can."

He leaned in and kissed me. It started off soft and gentle. We kissed for some time until we need the air to breathe. It has been a few weeks since we last connected back to Lily Dale. Things were moving fast as we somehow ended in the back of the jeep. Our pants and underwear down. His erection hardens and ready as he carefully guided me down to his form. A groan escaped not adequately prepared but didn't matter. Moving slowly at first, our eyes never leaving each other while we were connected. His dark green eyes were bearing into my hazel orbs. This wasn't fucking, angry, or in the moment of passion, this was comfort sex. He just knew that I needed comfort and stability, especially with my emotions.

Gingerly he turned us to be on top, The pace quicken slightly, yet our eyes never left each other. As our bodies rode out the sensation that took us over with each renewal thrust, each gives and take the plunge and withdrawal. A calloused hand moved down grazing over my clit. A moaned escape, like a shot of pleasure, went up to my spine. My hand was covering my mouth to silence ourselves because of location in a parking lot. And when he reached my core, that one spot that had me over the edge with my walls clenching around him, lost in short bliss. Sam would thrust a few more times until he came.

We panted lost in pure bliss as reality seeped through. Slowly and carefully in the cramped space, we corrected ourselves. The windows were foggy from the heat inside the jeep. Sam pulled his pants up and zipped them. I adjusted my own and looked into his eyes. Those emotions I hoped though were there, and yet neither of us were ready to say them.

Sex may not have been the proper solution. But you seek comfort it can be, especially in our situation.

.o0o.

In the morning Sam and Becky went to Pike Creek City Hall to get an annulment. Once back in the apartment, the two sat in the chair. Dean, Garth, and I stood in the living room to watch as witnesses. Sam with no hesitation signed the papers, before slamming the pen and shoving the document towards Becky.

Becky took a deep breath, "It...it wasn't all bad, right?"

Sam gave her a severe look at it was. She sighed sadly, for she genuinely wanted Sam, wanted to be loved.

Sam realized this and chosen his words, "Okay, y-you did save my life, and for that, thanks."

"So, I'll see you again?" She asked hopefully with a smile.

Sam inhaled, "Yeah, probably not."

Becky frowned before taking the pen and signing the papers. They were officially no longer married. Void. Sam saw how heart was broken she was and felt guilty.

"Becky, look." He began rubbing his temple. "You're not a loser, okay. You're a good person, a-and you've got...a lot of...e-energy. So, you know, just do your thing, whatever that is, and the right guy will find you."

She gave a small understanding smile. Although her blue eyes lingered on Garth, who smiled at her in returned. He began fixing his hair and checked his breath. He looked at Dean, the alpha in the room for permission.

Dean shook his head. "No."

With that said, Sam stood up grabbing the papers. Seeing how much Becky was in and feeling the guilt, I sighed. I came over, "Get your laptop."

"Huh?" She asked confused.

"Get your laptop, I', going to help you with a dating site and make your profile," I explained. "We are going to do this professionally."

"You think that is wise?" Dean asked.

I nodded, "You boys go finalize those papers, I'll be fine."

The boys nodded and left Becky apartment. Once we were on her laptop, we searched for dating sites that seemed appropriate to her personality. We made an account for Match and another for Booklovers. We worked on her profile, she told me her key factors, and I phrased them, so they didn't sound intimidating. Afterwards, we took pictures in different outfits that suited for the sites. After spending the morning and early afternoon we were done.

"Thank you so much," Becky sang hugging me.

"You're welcome," I said. "Just do me a favor…"

"Of course, anything," she said.

"Keep the Supernaturals in the books, not in reality"


So..what do you guys think?

Before you argue about Sam having green eyes, I looked it up. In "The Bender" Sam's Police record shows up and in his physical description is says green eyes.

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