Chapter 15

You Look Good In My Shirt

(Season 1, episode 8 - Bugs)

Dean blared his rock music as he drove to a local university to have the bones that they had discovered checked out by a professional. The three of them wanted to learn more and to try and figure out what they were dealing with before someone else was to meet their maker. That was the last thing any of them wanted and believed that it was their job to personally make sure that whatever supernatural thing that was occurring in this new development was stopped before completely eradicating the population.

Once he pulled up in front of the building, Sarah removed her jacket to cover up the remains. She didn't want anyone to see them and think they were some kind of homicidal maniacs. Sam came around to the back and she handed the old beat up box to him. Sarah stepped out of the old Chevy and into the drizzle of the rain. Without her jacket, goosebumps rose on her arm, so she folded her arms to try to keep warm.

Sarah didn't notice, but Dean was watching her every move. He admired how tough she tried to be in the rain. I should offer her my jacket, but would she see it as something other than just being nice? I can't let her freeze. Screw it. "Hey, Sarah. Do you want my jacket?"

Water dripped gently from her nose when she looked up at him. She tried her best not to look too surprised. Is he hitting on me? No. I don't think he's interested in that way. He's probably just being nice. "No, it's okay."

Without a second thought, Dean shrugged off his jacket, revealing his muscular figure. Sarah turned her gaze away, not wanting him to see her staring. He stuck his jacket out to her. "I insist."

She didn't want to take it, but how could she turn down such a nice gesture? But before she could grab it from him, Dean took the matters into his own hands. He wrapped the leather around her shoulders and brushed off some of the water on the top. Man I wish I could be that jacket right now.

Sarah grabbed the two pieces in the middle and brought them closer to her. Her skin instantly started to reheat, but she couldn't think about it. All her senses were focused on the heavy scent that drifted up to her nose. The smell of whiskey, sweat, and some kind of light cologne caught her attention. So this is what Dean Winchester smells like up close.

Sam's voice brought Sarah back to the case. "So a bunch of skeletons in an unmarked grave."

Dean tore his eyes away from her to respond to Sam. "Yeah, well maybe this is a haunting - some pissed off spirit, some unfinished business."

"Yeah, maybe."

"Hopefully," Sarah added. "I was always a fan of a good old fashioned haunting."

Dean grinned. "I knew there was a reason we asked you to tag along."

"Not because of my charm? I'm shocked," Sarah replied sarcastically.

Sam rolled his eyes and continued talking about the case. "The question is why bugs and why now?"

Dean tapped his brother on the shoulder. "That's two questions." He paused. "So with that kid back there - how could you tell him to ditch his family like that?"

Sarah slowed down. She knew that this wasn't a conversation made for her ears. Dean may have brought it up in front of her, but it still wasn't her business. She didn't know them well enough yet to dwell deep into their family issues. The only thing she knew and needed to know was that they were looking for their father. Everything besides that was on a need to know basis. She believed that she wasn't one of the people who needed to know. Besides, she never told them about her family troubles so why should she hear about theirs?

While Sam and Dean continued on with their discussion about Sam's interest in the kid, Sarah watched her surroundings. For the past six or seven years, she never trusted anywhere she hadn't been before. Even if she knew there wasn't a physical threat, she always kept her eyes open. She always expected the unexpected.

She turned around and saw the boys stopped about ten feet back. She looked down at her silver and blue watch. "Come on, guys," Sarah called to them. "We're going to be late for our appointment." She knew they were really deep in their conversation, but they all still had a job to do.

Dean was the first to follow her lead. He would follow wherever she would go and he didn't understand why. He was just drawn to her in a way he couldn't explain. He rushed to the door before she could grab it. He pulled the door handle and pointed his hand inside. "After you, my lady."

Sarah curtsied and laughed. "Why thank you, kind sir."

Once she was safely inside, Dean released the door and nearly hit Sam in the face. "You can hold your own door, Sammy."

"Yeah, thanks, Dean," Sam said, annoyed with his brother's jokes.

After climbing a few flights of stairs, the trio made their way to the head professor of the department of anthropology. He welcomed them all in, believing that they were all participants in his classes. He observed the bones for awhile until he come up with some interesting conclusions. "I'd say they're 170 years old, give or take. The time frame and the geography heavily suggest native American."

Sam, being the bookworm that he was, was the first to jump in and ask questions. "Were there any tribes or reservations on that land?"

The professor shook his head. "Not according to the historical record, but the, uh... relocation of native peoples was quite common in that time."

"Right. Well, are there any local legends, oral histories about the area?"

"Well... You know, there's a Euchee Tribe in Sapulpa. It's about 60 miles from here. Someone out there might know the truth."

"All right," Dean nodded. "Thank you very much for your time, sir."

They all shook hands and the trio were outside once again.

Sarah still clutched Dean's jacket, but he didn't mind. She looks good in my jacket. Maybe even better than me.

Sam placed the bones in the backseat and held the door open for the girl. She slid in and the boys joined her in the front seat. She untwisted the jacket from her shoulder and hung it over the front seat. "So boys. What's the plan?"

Dean and Sam looked at each other and answered at the same time. "Sapulpa."

Sarah relaxed in her designated seat. "Sounds good to me."

"60 miles. We better get a move on." Dean started the engine and pealed out of the university.

Sarah held onto the the door. "Damn, Dean. You don't need to go so fast."

"It's 60 miles, Sweetheart. No chance I'm gonna take my sweet ass time and risk someone else dying."

She stared at him through the rear view mirror. "Or you could get us killed and people still die."

"I'm a good driver," he argued.

"A lot of people are good drivers, Dean. That don't mean crap."

"Sarah, don't tell me how to drive. You don't even have your license. You don't know what you're talking about."

"Speak for yourself, Dean."

His head jerked back. "What?"

"I have a license, Dean."

He raised his lip in disbelief. "I don't think so."

"I'll prove it." Sarah grabbed her bag from the floor of the Winchester's ride. She pulled out an old, worn and torn baby blue wallet. In the first slot on the right side stood a card with a picture of her at 16. She pulled it out and leaned over the front seat. "See? I am a licensed driver according to the state of New York."

"It's gotta be fake."

Sarah rolled her eyes, a habit she developed while staying with the boys. "Sam, does this look real to you?"

Sam grabbed the card from her hand and observed it carefully. He handed it back to her. "Yeah, it looks real to me."

"See? I can drive."

"Then why don't you? Do you not have a car?" Driving was one of Dean's favorite things to do. It brought a feeling of freedom and he didn't understand why anyone would decide to give that up.

"I have a car."

"Then why not use it?"

"Because..."

"Because? That's a good reason."

"Yeah, it is."

"Sarah, be straight with us. Why not drive? Are you afraid to?"

"No."

"Then why?"

"Why is it so important to you?"

"Because."

"Because isn't a reason," Sarah mocked.

"I want to know more about you. Why walk and hitchhike across the country to hunt when you can just drive? That doesn't make any sense."

"Because I like it that way."

"I don't believe it."

"Well, it's true."

"No, it's not."

Sam shifted uncomfortably in his place. "Dean, she obviously doesn't want to talk about it. Just drop it."

"No, because secrets don't make friends, Sammy. If we're going to work together then we should expect honesty."

"Why do I always have to be the honest one?" Sarah burst. "Last I checked, you were the one who refused to tell me what happened to your father."

"That's different."

"How, Dean? How is that different?"

"It's a personal reason."

"And so is mine!"

They both went silent, not sure what to say next. They both struck a nerve the other tried so hard to hide.

Dean rubbed the top of his hair. "We can't trust each other so we shouldn't work together. I think this is going to be our last case together."

"I agree."

"Guys, we don't have to do this." Sam hated seeing his brother fight with his friend. Sarah was really starting to grow on him. He wasn't ready to let her go back out there on her own. And he knew Dean had some sort of thing for her. He believed that Dean deserved the same level of happiness as anyone else.

Sarah stopped him from saying anything more. "I'm sorry, Sam, but your brother's right. This is just the way it has to be."

The rest of the road was silent except for the lull of the motor and the rock music playing softly through the speakers. Everyone had different things to say, but no one had the nerve to say them.


A/N: Hey everyone! I want to again apologize for my absence from this story. I've been so busy with work and school, my writing had to be pushed back and that made me really upset. I hate doing this to you guys. I'm not going to promise that another chapter will be up within the next few days, but I do promise to try to fit this more into my schedule. I love doing this more than anything and I really want you all to know what happens to Sarah and the boys like I do. It's just going to take awhile. Thank you all for sticking with me on this. I really appreciate your support. Please review this and tell me what you thought of this chapter. I hope you thought that it was worth the wait :) Thank you all again for your patience. And don't forget to check out the playlist that I made for this story on youtube. The link is in my bio. This chapter was named after You Look Good In My Shirt by Kieth Urban.