Starting to get to the romance, although things may not be as they seem!
Dean crashed down onto the bed taking a deep breath as Sam entered the room behind him. "Dude what has gotten into you?" Sam asked.
"Eva's granddaughter, I walked in on her in the shower." Dean laughed rolling onto his back. "I'm not sure but I think she came back after and snuck a peak at me."
"Can you ever come to a city without finding some girl to hook-up with?"
Dean sat up on the bed, taking a minute to look at the ground, "So tomorrow, we should go to the library and look into the history of the town a little bit more."
"Sure, I walked past it while walking around town. It doesn't open until 10 so we might actually get to sleep in for a while." Sam joked. "Bathroom's down the hall?"
"Yea, its labeled "washroom" might want to knock before you go in, I don't think the lock works." Dean mentioned. Sam left the room with a change of clothes leaving Dean alone. Hearing noises from the floor above him assumed that it was Abigail being that hers was the only room on the next floor up. Suddenly hearing a thud against the side of the house Dean moved toward the window and saw what he only assumed were bed sheets tied together. He watched the small girl slide down the sheets like she had done this before.
Dean headed down the stairs and out the front door keeping an eye on the girl walking calmly down the street. Keeping a safe distance he followed her throughout the town and they finally ended up in a cemetery. Why do girls always go to cemetery's at night? Hadn't they watched enough horror movies to know that nothing good comes from this? Dean watched Abigail pull a camera from her bag and begin to take photos of various headstones. As Dean continued to walk towards her he accidentally stepped on a dry branch causing it too make a loud cracking noise, letting her know of his presence.
Abigail turned around looking in the direction of the noise. "Hello? Is someone there?" she asked the night. Walking towards the sound she held the camera up to her eye hoping to find a sight of the offending sound.
"Hi." Dean said as Abigail passed him. The small girl jumped and screamed almost dropping her bag and camera on the ground. "Sorry I didn't mean to scare you."
"Jumping out of the bushes in a cemetery will do that to a girl." She said sliding the camera back into her shoulder bag. "So Dean, is it? Is there a reason why you followed me to the cemetery?"
"I saw you climb out the window, it's not exactly normal behavior." Dean told her as they walk out of the cemetery and back the way they had come. "So you like photography?"
"Yea, I've spent most of my life trying to get people to see things from my perspective." Abigail told him. "Grandma says that every picture tells a different story to each person, but I'm convinced that if I get the picture just right, people will see what I see."
"Okay well, what do you see when you look at me?" Dean asked stopping on the sidewalk for her opinion.
"Okay," she said taking out her camera and snapping his picture. "I see a cocky, confident frat boy. But sensing that your staying at the boarding house with you brother I'm guessing you're a bit older than that. Your dangerous and I should probably stay away from you." Abigail put the camera back in her bag and then looked up to face Dean. "How'd I do?"
"Pretty well, minus the whole frat thing, never did the whole college thing." Dean said as they started to walk again, when they approached the boarding house they slowed their pace allowing them time to finish their conversation. "So you going to climb back up the banister to your room, or are you going to sneak in the front door?"
Taking a second to look at her watch, and then move to look up at the windows. "Grans light is still on so that means bed sheet's and banisters. Wanna give me a boost?" She asked, stepping up onto the porch railing. Letting his hands hold her waist his rough skin rubbed against her smooth skin sending chills down her spine. Once she reached her window she turned back down and whispered a soft 'thanks' before disappearing, in the window.
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