Summary: Thea Reinfex wants adventure, sex and family. Two nights in Vegas with a certain Winchester and she gets the first two. Monsters are real. Her college major in Lore and mythology might actually be useful. And Dean Winchester left her high and dry. Six years later and is pulled back. and this time she has every intention to stay. rated T for language and openly talking about sex and gore. but no smut. relationships are mostly platonic. But they are there.
Note:
I don't own supernatural. I only own Thea, the Vegas hunt and everything that is non-canon in this story.
I have a very bad habit of skipping the descriptions while reading and focusing more on thoughts and dialogue. So that is also my writing style. I am trying my best at descriptions. But bare with me pls.
Even though it is an account from my OC's POV I still wanna include third person pov for scenes that focus on other characters.
pro tip never decides only on the basis of the summary. Just bear with my first chapter before deciding whether you want to continue or not.
This starts at season 4 episode 10. Heaven and hell.
These are the accounts of Theodosia Rose Reinfex.
Born March 2nd 1982
Died legally in November 2008
Died temporarily in 2010.
Died temporarily countless other times but doesn't recall exact dates yet.
The purpose of writing this is not something the writer has figured out yet. But she intends to burn this before she dies. Or whatever. Journals are lame anyway.
But all hunters have journals.
They do. But this is a lil too intimate dontcha think? Whatever. Let's start shall we.
November 2008
Locker Rooms,
Rangers Gun range
Westross, Texas.
I step in front of a mirror. My red her that was once in a tight bun is now a complete mess. My skin is glossed with sweat, dirt and a little blood. My grey eyes are faded and dull. my attention is on the scar across my eyebrow. The teenagers here think its cool. Little do they know the pain behind it. I take off my shirt. Standing behind the sink in a green tank top and my camouflage trousers and army boots. I'm the only one here. Everyone else has left. and I would have still been shooting if Brian hadn't insisted on closing.I had spent the last few weeks here. Came in the morning. And then went back to the one bedroom and came back. Working at the gun range was the best I could do. Paid enough for the room and the beer. And let me drown myself in the noise of gunshots.
I run my shirt under the cool water in the sink before I start to clean my sweat-caked arms and neck.
That's when it happens. One minute I'm in front of the sink the next minute I'm on the floor of what looks like an abandoned Warehouse.
There is too much going on for my mind to register.
There are two men in front of me. I can only see their backs. One is heavy and bald… and black in a suit while the other is wearing a trench coat. Behind them are two men. One is on the floor. The other is mostly covered by baldy. There is a woman standing a few feet behind .
"Ok I see that your brother here has been through a lot. Looks like more incentive is needed. How about your wife? Your brother had been through quite a lot. Maybe your wife will be more of an incentive. Winchester." I hear baldy say.
Winchester?
Holy shit. As baldy moved, she saw the one person she spent years looking for. Recognition hit his face as well.
"Thea Reinfex?"
And that was when her head decided it had had enough and it all went black.
~•/-\•~
Ok so backstory is needed. So I'll take you back to the night we Met. Pls try your best not to judge.
August 2003
Joy, Nevada
I was a 21 year old college junior who spent 5 nights a week behind the local bar. Tending to the alcoholic needs of locals and drifters alike. FYI I was studying Lore and Mythology. At the time it was meant to annoy the one social worker who was hell bent on seeing me through college. I chose the most useless major to make it very clear that the only reason I was going to college was to party. The future of a girl like me was always going to be some small town waitress. That was what everyone Expected of me, (except for said social worker) why bother with anything else. Who knew my major would turn out to be very handy with what life threw at me. I remember that Friday night. I had a late shift. And Trucker (my manager) had asked me to close up. I had managed to get most of the lingering drunks out except for one. I had my eyes on him since the moment he stepped in. He was definitely a drifter. Tall, dark hair, leather jacket and stunning green eyes. Seemed like a good lay. Quite a flirt. Tho his pick up lines were….. not the best. But I didn't really care. But by the end of the night he was drunk witless.
" 'scuze me sir. But we're um closing."
"Huh" he looks up at me.
"Ok you clearly can't drive. And I doubt you'll get a cab. Tell ya what. How about I drive you home." I say.
"Pffft What? No. I can drive"
"Dude your hammered" Isay as I grab his keys,
And my stuff and drag him out. I make him wait by the curb while I lock up.
And that's when I saw the beauty. This whole thing is probably half her fault. I mean if this guy was driving a crappy sedan we wouldn't even be here. I'm telling ya. If you wanna blame someone, blame this beautiful shiny black 1967 Chevy Impala 327 four barrel, 275 horses that stood before me.
I drag him into the passenger seat and he complains under his breath. Something about not hurting baby… and don't worry baby if she gets one scratch on you I won't let her walk out alive. It makes me chuckle as I assume baby is the car. I dump my backpack and my jacket in the back and get into the driver's seat and just sit there for a second…. observing. Automobiles were my thing. I loved speed and I have probably spent more of my childhood under the hood of a car than under the sun at the park. I just sat there taking in the beauty in. The leather seats and the musky smell of sweat and deodorant. Once I've had my moment I turn to the man next to me…
"ok dude...where to?"
He thinks for a moment.
"I wanna go to vegas"
At that I snort.
"Ok man you're hammered and I'm pretty sure it's not too late for me to find someone else and get laid. So tell me where you wanna go."
" I want to go to Vegas" he says again. I consider it for a moment. Vegas is what?, 2 hours from here. And driving him to Vegas means two hours of driving this baby. I mean I'm pretty sure I could get laid in Vegas. And I could catch the 11 am bus back to joy tomorrow. I didn't need much else.
"You seriously want to go to Vegas?" I ask. He nods.
There is now a crazy big smile plastered on my face as I start baby and drive off with Metallica blasting on the radio. Five minutes in and pretty eyes is asleep. But I'm still way too into it to notice.
~•/-\•~
Dean woke up in the passenger seat of baby. He turned his head expecting to see his father but instead found a ginger in a zeppelin tee driving baby at 6ph.(much to his horror)
"What the hell?!"
"Ah I see you're finally awake." The redhead says, giving him a glance.
Dean felt bile come up his throat.
"Pull over" The girl seemed to pick up on the situation and immediately pulled over. Dean ran out and started puking his guts out at the side of the highway. Once it seemed like there was nothing left in his body he finally got up and wiped his mouth. Just so you know. This was not a common occurrence. Dean Winchester can hold his liquor. But he must have gone overboard this time. Which was understandable with all that was going on in his life. He turned to see the girl leaning on his baby with a slightly concerned look on her face. He finally got the chance to give her a once over. She was honestly beautiful. Grey eyes, red hair. A friggin zeppelin tee. Her low waist jeans left enough space for a bit of her midriff to show. He recognized her as the bartender.
" why tf are you driving baby!?" Was the first thing that came out of his mouth.
"You were hammered. I offered to drive you home" she said coolly.
"Where are we?"
"20 minutes south of Vegas."
He arched his brow. Vegas? Huh.
"Don't look at me like that. You insisted on Vegas." She says giving him a pointed look.
"Fine then let's go to Vegas " he said with a grin. He reached his hand out to grab the keys. But she pulled her hand away.
"You're still not completely sober. So I'm driving."
Dean Groans and gets into the passenger seat.
~•/-\•~
We spent the rest of the drive screaming AC/DC at the top of our lungs. I pull up at Casa Rose. Seemed cheap enough for now.
"So what's your plan?" He asks.
"Huh?"
"What are you gonna do now? Why'd you agree to drive a stranger to Vegas at 11?"
"Well I like Adventure. And nothing bad ever happened in Vegas." I grin.
"Well I for one am starving. So care to join me for a burger?" My grin just grows as he leads us inside straight to the bar.
"A bacon cheeseburger with chilli fries and beer and…." He looks at me.
"I will have the same."
The bartender nods and goes over to the waitress.
Mr stranger a lil more sober is surprisingly much more fun. He's still flirting ridiculously but he's easy to talk to. We talk about black sabbath and baby. We finish our burgers and the beers keep coming . The beers turn to tequila and that turns to vodka shots. And at these points we're both hammered. The place is still buzzing with people. We have made rounds to the poker table and the game machine. We were hustling pool when a lady in a white dress came up to me. She was possibly more drunk than I was and she was holding a bouquet.
"Hi" she giggles
"Hi" I say back
"Wow so I'm getting married today." She says
"I can see that. Congratulations."
"Ya my Fioncé is right there." She points at a tall man in a cheap suit who gives us an awkward wave.
" well you see my mama always told me that you need something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue on your wedding day. My something old are my shoes" she says pointing to the black converse she's wearing. "Something new is my dress. And something blue is this beautiful bouquet the chapel sold me. I just need something borrowed." She looks at me.
For a minute I'm confused.
"Can I borrow your necklace?" I look at my neck. And I think for a second. Pls note that if I wasn't drunk this would never have happened. But it did. And I happily gave this stranger my necklace. She giggled and asked if we wanted to be their witnesses. And pretty eyes who just drowned another shot said hell yes. So there we were at a funny smelling chapel with some random lady officiating this couple who could barely get their vows out, while pretty eyes and I chuckled uncontrollably.
After the wedding they offered to buy us champagne. Which we all ditched and instead drank shots in Champaign glasses. It was a viewed night. Drowning another vodka shot. I see pretty eyes go book us a room. I then follow him upstairs. And we start making out in the elevator itself.
While Pretty eyes unlocks the room I can see our newlyweds step inside a room three doors down. I don't think about it as my focus is on pretty eyes. And that's where it stays till morning.
~•/-\•~
I wake up naked with an arm on me. I realize I still don't know his name. But I check the clock and I know I need to get it if I am to catch my bus back. So I start gathering my clothes. It's only when I'm slipping on my boots do I remember the necklace. I silently curse myself for putting myself through the awkwardness of the situation I'm about to face. If this was anything else I wouldn't have bothered. But the silver chain with a single pearl held by a clasp was the only thing I had of my birth mother. So I suck it up and leave our room making my way three doors down. I knock on the door. Bit no one answers. Which is understandable but frustrating.
"Hey I know y'all are busy. But you borrowed my necklace last night and I kinda need it back?" I ask but there is still no answer. Frustrated I start banging the door. That's when a housekeeping lady passes looking at me weird. "Ya hi. I just need something of mine from the room. But I think they might have left. Do you have a spare key?" I ask. The lady is judging me even more now.
"Against company policy" she says with an annoyed look.
I sigh and take a twenty from my pockets and hand it to her. She takes the key and unlocks the door.
I step into the room to see their stuff is still there so they haven't left. But the room is empty. Which is weird. I can see the bride's converse sprawled across the room. So is the white dress and a thong. The room is a mess. The bathroom is empty too. And the key is still on the table. Why would someone just leave without their things. The housekeeper is behind me and swearing in Spanish at the state of the room. I'm curious because the guys wAllet is still on the table. Burt Pelligon. His id says. The only way out is a window that is five stories above ground. And if they left through the door without the keys then how was it locked.
"Call the police" I tell the maid. Who looks at me funny. Ugh. I will have to do it myself. I make my way back to pretty eyes' room to grab my phone. Pretty eyes are already up and getting dressed.
"Morning I thought you left?"
He asks.
"I was supposed to but I left my necklace with the newlyweds from
Last night. I went to get it back but they went there. I'm just gonna call the police before I leave."
"Whoa whoa. You're calling the police over a necklace?" He asks confused. So I explain.
"Alright but let me check it out first. I'm fbi." He says pulling out a badge from his jacket. And I stand there shocked.
"Agent Plant. You're FBI. I slept with a federal Marshal. And you didn't feel the need to mention this earlier, why?"
"Well it wasn't like it mattered. Unless you're doing something illegal."
"Right of course" I say and lead him
To the room. While he takes a look I call the police. This was getting to be one heck of and as much as I loved adventures. I was about to miss my bus and I don't have enough money to stay in Vegas another night. So while agent Plant talks to the police. I take the keys of the impala and make my way to the Parking lot so I can grab my stuff. And that's when things go downhill. Curiosity killed the cat right. Well my curiosity is what gets me into most of what I get myself into. So yes while grabbing my stuff I may also have snooped a little. I mean I slept with an FBI agent who had a killer car and who was so hammered last night. I wanted to know more. And my snooping led me to find a shit load of fake id's in the glove compartment. FBI, sheriff's department. Coroners, doctors, student id's driver's license. All with different names. All aliases belonged to
Band members. I also found a gun, salt and a plastic bottle of water. Who the hell was this guy. And yet my dumbass didn't stop there. I open the hood to find a flap at the bottom. Open that to see an entire bloody arsenal. And that's when I hear a gun cock.
"Step away from Baby" agent plant says. He has a gun pointed at me and I'm not in the mood to get shot. So I do as I'm told.
He steps closer and shuts the hood. Gun still pointed at me. "Who are you?" he asks.
"Who am I?! You're the one with the thousand fake ids and an Arsenal holding a gun to my head!"
"Ok alright. Looks like there's no way but to give you the talk. Come on. I'm not doing this on an empty stomach." He says taking the keys from me and getting into the driver's seat. Yes I know I should have run. But I'm dumb sometimes. So I climbed into the passenger side.
~•/-\•~
15 minutes later we were at some cheap diner with stacks of pancakes and coffee in front of us.
"So….?" I ask, showing pancakes in my mouth.
"Ok let's start with an introduction. My name's Dean Winchester."
"Thea Reinfex"
"My father and I…. we hunt things… monsters. Spirits, demons, ghouls. They're all real."
"You're joking right. Just because I major in legends and folklore doesn't mean I'm gonna fall for this crap. Who are you really?"
"Wait, you major in legends and folklore? That's…. handy. But no… I...Seriously it's all real."
"So your saying vampires and monsters are real and you hunt them. What with garlic and holy water and an arsenal."
"What no. Vampires aren't real. But spirits are. Salt and iron works against them. And you have to salt and burn their bones to get rid of them. Silver works against shifter and holy water, salt and iron help with demons. See I don't expect you to be all accepting. But it's true. And I think something is wrong here. That couple just disappeared. No one leaves with their clothes, wallet and their car. How was the door locked if their key was in the room. Something's wrong here. And I'm gonna hunt it."
"Fine I'm helping."
"What? No! Listen my dad is on his way here. And we will be handling it."
"Ok buddy. I just missed my bus back. I've got a few of my books and I can come in handy. Besides this is literally the most exciting that has happened to me. I'm not walking away."
" Ok no. You are no-" he got cut off with his phone ringing. "Wait here" he said and stepped out. I take out my laptop and start a little research.
Dean comes back looking a little flustered.
"What's up?" I ask.
"Nothing. Looks like I'm on my own for this one. I need to check out that wedding chapel. You can come as long as you stay out of my way and listen to orders." I smile and follow him.
~•/-\•~
"Ms Kripker? Agent Plant." Dean says holding out his id.
"This is my girlfriend Thea. I'd like to ask you some questions. About the disappearance of the couple you officiated last night."
"I don't understand the police already questioned me."
"Just a follow up" dean says
" I'd like a copy of your records of all the people who we're married here."
"What's that smell?" I ask
"It's teilwood essence honey. I burn an incense right there. It's wonderful isn't it."
I nod trying not to offend her. Dean gives me a weird look.
"Ok have Noticed anything weird? Like cold spots. Temperature fluctuations, weird smells?"
I'm confused for a minute before realising what he means. Spirits often cause temperature fluctuations. Huh who knew that major would come in handy.
"No dear nothing of sorts." Ms Kripker says.
"What do you know of Jenna and Burt Pelligon?"
"Well they were drunk out of their wits. The poor thing could barely stand. I'd be surprised if they even remember anything. She bought a bouquet from me. And that's all I know."
"Can I ask why you do this?" I ask
"Well my late husband and I got married in of the best nights of my life. So when he died I moved to Vegas and started this." She says.
"Ok thank you for your time ma'am" Dean says grab the records and walks out. I follow suit.
Once back in our room, paid for by Dean for another night,(Turns out he runs credit card scams. I'm very much in the middle of illegal right now) he starts to take out a bag of salt.
"Ok I'm going to go and question the rest of the staff. Why don't you background check other couples. See if anything like this has happened before." He says as he lines the doors and windows with salt.
I set up my laptop and start researching.
Dean comes back in the next half hour a
"You first." He tells me
"So I checked the records and ran background checks. A lot of missing reports. But that's normal for eloped couples. But I found this one couple. Tara and James Bolsen. Tara's sister filed the report. They got married two weeks ago. Tasha, the sister, said that she knew her sister was getting married. She insists that her sister calls her every day. And the night they got married was the last time they spoke. It's not much but it's something. Gary and Bella smith got married two days ago and it's too early to say according to the police reports and family statements but the situation seems to be the same."
"How did you access police reports?"
He asks me with a raised eyebrow.
"Um I grew up in the system. Learned how to hack state folders. At Least the digital ones." I say and he simply laughs.
"What about you?" I ask
" no cold spots, no ectoplasm, no EMF. Doesn't seem like a spirit. The Bartender said that they had quite a bit to drink. Said we did too." He laughed. "Housekeeper said something about the same thing happening before. I'm assuming she's talking about the Smiths. Kept complaining about the mess in which the room was. By far the only weird thing was the teilwood thingie in the chapel. God that thing was bad."
"Ok wait firstly what's EMF?" I ask.
He pulls out a weird radio antenna device.
" electromagnetic fluctuations. Usually goes crazy with demons and spirits around. This device detects it. It's homemade." He says proudly.
"So it can't be a spirit then?" I ask
"I highly doubt it."
"Then what is it?"
" I have no idea."
" Wait the teilwood thing. Pass me my bag." I say. He grabs my bag from the bed and tosses it at me. I quickly take out a book and start flipping through it. Until I find what I want. I show it to Dean.
"Teilwood is associated to Norse mythology. So is Hydrangea the flowers in the bouquet. Pretty sure Ms Kripker is a Pagen." I say.
"Or an actual god." Dean says.
"You can't be serious. Gods exist too?"
" I think so. Dad had said something about killing one. Multiple mutilated children somewhere in Alabama, a Canaanite. Was taking sacrifices on his own. Maybe that's what's happening here. I mean if a Canaanite can be real I'm sure Odin can be real too."
"Firstly this is so weird it's cool. Cuz that means Thor is real. But if it is a god we're dealing with one of the twins. Freyr or Freya. Both gods of war, sex, marriage and I will have to search the rest."
"So best guess is Ms Kripker is an attention seeking Norse god who wants sacrifices. Ok how do we kill her?"
" Don't look at me, I'm new to this. And killing gods 101 is not a class I take." I say with my hands raised in defeat.
"So research it is then."
We spend quite some time on research. Me on the laptop and dean on the phone with god knows how many people. An hour, 4 beers and 18 phone calls later Dean finally has something.
"Brass blade to the heart at the hands of the sacrificial lamb. It's a long shot but that's all we got."
"Wait so only someone she's about to sacrifice can kill her?"
"Looks like."
"And how do we get a brass blade?"
"I've got a brass blade. Now I just gotta get myself sacrificed."
"You mean we."
"No I mean I."
"If you haven't noticed Mr Winchester the 'sacrificial lambs' are married couples. You mean we. The question is how do we get a brass blade if we are going to get ourselves kidnapped."
"Baby pls I can hide a weapon on my person."
"Alright So now we just have to get married." I say with a grin.
"Never thought I'd be doing that." He says.
"Me neither."
~•/-\•~
While Dean goes to get the weapons I get us registered. I buy the bouquet and everything. And wait for Dean to come.
"You ready for this?" I ask
"I guess?"
"This is so weird" I say just as Ms Kripker signals us to come to the altar.
"Ok ladies and gentlemen." I have no idea who she's referring to be a the only other person here is the piano guy (who is apparently the witness as well)
"We are gathered here today to witness the sacred bond that is marriage between these two young beautiful souls. You may say your vows."
"Right vows. Um Dean Winchester-"
"Winchester? I thought his name was plant." Me Kripker is glaring at me.
"Right plant is the official name. His um mother's maiden name. We wanted the family name to be Winchester." I say, trying to cover up for my mistake.
Anyway. Never did I think I'd be getting married… but here we are." I give a nervous laugh. "But I um promise that you won't regret it. Because we are going to kick ass together." Dean stifles a laugh.
"Mr Winchester ?" Ms kripker asks.
"Mhm. Thea Reinfex. I hope to have great fun. And I promise to keep you safe in whatever is to come." He says and looks at Kripker who seems satisfied.
"Rings?" she asks. And my eyes go wide. I forgot that. Dean did too. So he takes a silver band that rests on his pinki finger and another on his right middle finger and hands the latter to me. He then takes my hand and slides the ring onto my ring finger and I do the same.
"Do you take each other to be your lawfully wedded husband and wife?"
"I do" we say in sync.
"Perfect I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride."
"Wait that's it?" Dean asks.
"Honey this is Vegas" she says. I laugh as Dean leans down to kiss me.
After that we just take a bottle of whiskey and go back to the room.
"So Mrs Winchester. I guess now we wait."
"I have to ask. How did you get into this line of work. I mean your what? 23?24?"
He raises his head. A dark look in his eyes for just a minute before he smiles.
" I'm 23. Been doing this since I was 4. Something killed my mom. Since then my dad has been searching for it. And along the way we hunt things and save people. It's the family business."
" huh quite a family. So it's just you and your dad then?"
"Well I have a lil brother. His name's Sammy. He wanted out. He's now at Stanford."
"Holy shit. Ok I don't get why anyone would want out. Because this seems then again Stanford. Damn!" I say.
"Ya he has the brains." Dean says with a sad smile.
"Yesterday night. You drank a lot whiskey. And I mean a lot. And nobody drinks whisky alone unless they're sad or trying to forget."
"Ya well. We don't talk much anymore. Sammy… he wants nothing to do with this life and there is only so much I can ask about his classes. He has a new life now. And he doesn't need me anymore. Look at me spilling my guts to a stranger. Girl you have me drunk again."
"You know I had a foster family once. They were nice people. I knew from the start that it was temporary. And that irl would only be a matter of months. And it was. They got pregnant and my social worker came with a new house. The deal was that I could always come visit. But whenever I did it was just more evident that they had moved on without me."
"Ok enough with all the sad talk. Let's have some fun. God knows how long we have before we're some god's bitches."
At that I laugh. Dean comes closer to me and starts kissing me. I can feel the blades in his jacket. I reach in and pull one out and push it into my boot. While he slips a pocket knife into my jean pocket. The bottle of whiskey is almost over. And I'm starting to feel a little drowsy. Not as much as I should be. I can see dean feeling the same. And it takes me a minute to realize what's happening before it's too late.
~•/-\•~
I come to in a dark room. It looks like a basement. I'm lying on a flat surface. And when I look to the side I can see Dean on an altar beside me. We're both tied down and there are candles everywhere.
Behind the candles are bodies. Carved chests with the mark of Freya. And then I hear her voice.
" ah I see you two are finally awake."
I look to the source, surprised to see not Ms Kripker but the housekeeping lady.
"You!" Dean says accusingly.
"Yes darling. Didn't see this one did you?" She laughed.
"Bloody bitch." Dean spits.
"So what drugging whiskey bottles? That's your style now?"
Picking up on what I'm doing I can see Dean reaching for a knife.
"Well that wouldn't be an issue if it was the old days. But with Christianity and atheism and what not…. had to lower my standards. Also honey I'm not stupid. I already searched you and got rid of all those lovely brass blades." She says giving Dean a pointed look. I quickly. Reach to my pocket to find nothing but a mint. Damn it. I can still feel the brass blade in my boot. But I can't bloody reach it.
"What about the flowers and th tielwood essence?" I ask.
"Well I gave it to Ms Kripker of course. Darling she is. Very easy to manipulate."
I can see dean trying to cut the rope from
The corner off the alter. I need to keep her distracted.
"But quite the operation innit? I mean the no. Of strangers that get married in Vegas. Easy to loose. No one to come looking. I mean you're having a feast arnt ya. But I will tell you what. We're hunters. We gank bitches like you. And right now I got a father in law who is looking for his son. And when he gets here he's gonna find you and let's just say… you'll be praying your dead." I say bluffing my way through this just as Dean manages to get up and attacks her. He throws me a knife and I start to cut my ropes. I see the bitch throw dean across the room. I manage to get the ropes off and I grab the blade from the boot running towards her. She turns in time and sends me and the blade to different corners. I'm pretty sure I'm on Jenna. My necklace is still around her neck. I grab it as I see dean hit a wall. I need to do something so I grab what looks like Tara's heals and hurl the across the room at Freya. She has her hand stretched out and I can feel my self being choked. She comes closer to me and just when I'm about to give up. Blood splashes on me. There is a blade peeping out of Freya's chest and she falls. Behind her I can see dean with a big smile on his face.
"Told you I'd keep you safe" he grins giving out his hand. I take it grinning too.
"That was fucking amazing I laugh."
"Let's get the hell outta here."
~•/-\•~
I come out of the shower to see dean on the phone.
"Dad. Yes it was a Norse god. Freya. She's dead now." A pause
"Yes sir. I'll start immediately. Should be there in a day and a half." Another pause.
"Yes sir" he says, cutting the call.
"So you're leaving." I say.
"Yup people to save. Monsters to kill. Dad to please." He says.
"Rooms paid for till morning though so you can stay."
"Don't recon I can come with."
"Sorry hon. Family business."
And with that he left.
I see the marriage certificate on the side table.
Well considering I'm you're wife I'm pretty sure i could count as family.
Shit I'm your wife.
"Oi Winchester" I call desperately
"I'm still your wife. A phone no. Or an address would dome good. Where am I supposed to send the divorce papers?!"
But he's long gone. I stay the night. And in the morning I pack my things and catch the 11 O clock home.