Sam was good. Sam was really, really good. I wasn't sure how he did what he did, but he was the best at it. He got the complete medical history of each and every last victim on the case we were working. There was no way I would have been able to get that by myself. All he had to do was give them those big, brown eyes of his and they gave him everything. I was more than impressed.
We were on our way back to the hotel room to look over what little information the files had. I waited patiently next to him as he looked over one of them. He sighed shutting it then turned to put it back into the file box that was currently occupying the back seat. I glanced over at him. He dug his fingers into his eyes as if the pressure would somehow make everything around him make sense finally.
"Don't worry yourself too much about it yet, Sam. We haven't even been able to go through all of the files. Maybe there's just something that the coroner wasn't looking for that we are." Sam glanced back at me, but my words didn't do much to comfort him. I gave him a small grin and reached my hand over to pat his thigh before gripping the steering wheel once more. "We'll find something, Sam. There has to be something more."
"But there's not. Different ages, different races, hell, as far as I could tell different religions. There is nothing connecting the victims except where they got married." I frowned, but it didn't last long.
"For what it's worth, I think you would have made a wonderful lawyer." Sam shot me a look, but it softened.
"Yeah, well, that's all behind me now."
"You say it like it's a bad thing. If it wasn't the skills you got from school we probably would have never gotten our hands on all these files. I bet you could smooth talk your way into a nun's bed if you wanted." He grinned shaking his head.
"She would have to be a pretty hot nun." I chuckled.
"You know I could always go and get a sexy nun outfit for you." Sam rolled his eyes and looked out the window. The mood of the car changed instantly.
"And here we were having such a nice conversation."
"You consider a conversation about sexy nuns nice?" I asked staring at him. I looked back at the road. "Kinky." We fell quiet so Sam could sulk. It bummed me out a little because we really were having such a nice day together. We hadn't argued or spit at each other in any way and I had even gotten him to laugh at a few of my jokes.
I seriously thought that I was beginning to bust through his rough exterior, but nope, wasn't even close. Told a joke that took it too far and that was all she wrote. He shriveled back up into himself and shut me out. I had already told him I was sorry since I had practically forced him to marry me just for the sake of him being bait. Shouldn't that have been enough?
We went ahead and stopped to get some take out before heading back to the hotel to look through the files. We didn't bother calling Dean since Sam knew exactly what he would want.
We stepped into the hotel room to find Dean still laying in bed. Boomer was laying next to him. Dean was absentmindedly petting him as they watched some kind of crappy day time tv show. Dean seemed to be doing a lot better though it was still in the recovery process. Sam tossed him his food and he perked up. Boomer jumped off the bed and came up to me as if wondering if he had food as well.
I opened up one of the bags and pulled out three plain burgers and fed them to him before filling a cup with water and letting him drink out of it. Sam was already sitting at the table in the room and was going through the files we had collected. I sat down across from him and handed him his food before pulling out one of the folders for myself and began to look it over.
George Nathan Samuels was 26 when he died. He wasn't much older than me. The file left the cause of death marked as natural causes. I began to search through his medical file to see if he had any kind of diseases to where he could suddenly just keel over. Nothing really stood out to me. His tonsils were taken out at a very young age and stitches a couple times, but that wouldn't be any kind of reason why he would just up and die. George was as healthy as the proverbial horse.
Dean finally decided to join us after a little while and grabbed a few files for himself. He flopped down on the bed and started looking through them. Sam huffed in frustration after another hour or so of researching and he stood up. He walked over to one of his bags and pulled out his laptop. He plopped down on the other bed in the room. Boomer jumped up on the bed next to him and laid his head on his leg. Sam gave the dog a small smile and gave him a quick pet.
I leaned back in my chair and dug my fingers into my eyes. I was beginning to see double I had been staring at the files for so long. I stood up and stretched my body out.
"I'm going to go stretch my legs for a little while. I got my cell on me if something comes up. Do you want to come with me Boomer?" He looked at me without raising his head then closed his eyes as if he was asleep. I chuckled and shook my head. I shook my head. "I'll take that as a no." I stepped outside and the first thing I had to do was tighten my jacket around me. There was gusts of wind blowing up my jacket freezing me.
I looked up at the sky. It looked like another snow was going to be coming through at any moment. I groaned to myself and started walking. Why couldn't this have happened down in Florida. Or Texas. Or some place warm. I liked the cold, but only when I wasn't on a hunt. If something happened and I was trapped, I could freeze to death. That was something I surely didn't want. If something happened and I was trapped in like, say, Louisiana I would be fine.
Louisiana sounded perfect. When was Mardi Gras? February? Crap, it was barely even December. Didn't mean Bourbon St. was going to be closed down or anything. Boomer loved Louisiana mainly for the food. He liked that he didn't have to wait outside for me because some of the bars had a walk up window.
I wondered if Sam and Dean would like to come with me down there. They would enjoy it. Well, Dean would, Sam would probably find something to huff and puff about then focus on that the entire time. I chuckled to myself. If I didn't know any better, I would say he was a little bi polar. One second he was like a kid in a candy store, then the next he was all pissy about something.
A huge gust of wind blew through and went up every part of my clothing that it could possibly get up. I nearly squealed as the feeling of the cold and turned and ran back to the hotel room. As soon as I was inside, I threw my jacket off and jumped on the bed with Sam and snuggled up next to him. I forced him to wrap his arm around me. I wrapped my arms around him and let out a loud shivering sound.
"Is it cold out there?" Dean asked clearly enjoying the scene before him. I nodded.
"Get underneath the blanket," Sam ordered.
"No, you're warm," I argued. Sam grumbled.
"You'll warm up faster under the blanket." I looked up at him with a slight glare, then sat up to start pulling down the blankets. Sam had to wiggle around to pull the blankets down to where both of us would be comfortable. I got under the blankets then snuggled back up to him. I forced his arm right back around me.
"That didn't mean you could snuggle back up to me," Sam grumbled.
"It didn't mean I couldn't either." Sam frowned looking at his brother as if asking for help from him. Dean was trying not to bust out laughing, then he raised his hands defensively.
"She's your wife, not mine." I raised my head a little looking at Dean.
"I probably should have married you. You look like you're down for a good snuggle." Dean shrugged playfully as mischievous sparkle came to his eye.
"Oh yeah, always down for a snuggle or two." We both looked at Sam waiting for him to react to us. The entire time he was glaring at nothing across the room chewing on nothing.
"I hate you both," he growled.
