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"The thought never occurred to me. I'm gonna kill Sam." I muttered to myself as I kept my eyes peeled to the road in case it came back. Luckily it hadn't. I pulled up to the swamp then stopped the car. I got out as Dean ran over. He took me in his arms and buried his face in my neck.
"Never do that to me again. I can't take the idea of losing you."
"I'm sorry Dean. I had to."
"I know baby. Just as long as you and the babies aren't hurt." I got in the passenger seat as Sam got in the back and Dean in the driver's seat. When we got back to the motel we split up to our rooms. When I got in Dean and mine's room tears brimmed my eyes. I then felt manly arms wrap around my waist. A sob escaped my mouth and Dean turned me around. "What's wrong honey?"
"I don't want to leave." Dean saw the tears and held me to him.
"Honey. I'm not making you leave. I may be upset with you but I'm not making you leave. I want you here with me. Isn't that what marriage is?"
"Dean?"
"Yes baby?"
"Just hold me tonight. Please." Dean picked me up then set me down on the bed. He took my shoes, jacket and jeans off then took his own clothes off. He laid down beside me and pulled the cover over us. He then pulled me into him and held on. The next day after we signed out we left town. In the next month I stayed in our motel room and did research while the guys broke into places and interrogated. I didn't mind as I was getting further along. Soon we were on a case in Chicago and I was in the 5th month. While Dean and Sam were checking out the victim's apartment I went to the nearest grocery store and picked up some food. Mainly some bread, cold cuts, cheese, ice cream and even pie from a bakery along with homemade whipped cream. I was putting the groceries away when Dean and Sam came back.
"Hey baby. What're you doing?"
"I got some food to last us a couple days. Oh and like a month ago. Your son was making me crave pie again."
"That's my boy. What kind did you get?"
"One of each. Except rhubarb. Disgusting. I tried a piece of the rhubarb in the bakery and it made me want to barf. Find anything useful at the victim's apartment?"
"Not much except for a symbol in the blood pattern."
"Disgusting. No signs of a break in?"
"No. The landlady who found the victim said the only thing wrong was the victim herself. You coming with us?"
"Where?"
"The bar where Meredith, the victim, worked."
"Actually yeah I will come. I met one of the other bar tenders in the store and she invited me to the bar."
"Is there another reason you want to come?"
"Should there be? You know other then to make sure you don't cheat on me nor flirt with other women."
"Ok ok I get it. How about I pretend I don't know you and flirt with you all night long?"
"Like you can handle that. Besides we've been together 9 months now. Wow. Almost a year."
"Has it been almost a year? Wow. That's the longest I've been with someone. You know besides Sam and my dad." We both smiled the showered together before getting ready. Soon we were at the bar.
"Go find us a table honey. I'll get our drinks."
"Alright. Beer for Sam and me."
"Got it." I went over to the counter and waved at the bar tendress. She smiled and waved then came over.
"Didn't think you'd make it. What can I get you?"
"Orange juice for myself and 2 beers for my husband and his brother. So. What can you tell me about Meredith? The uh...waitress who died recently?"
"Meredith. It's still kind of hard for me. She was a good friend of mine."
"Did she mention or do anything out of the ordinary in the week leading up to her death?"
"No not really. She was a normal everyday girl working a job to keep a roof over head. Anything else?"
"I'm good. Thanks." I grabbed the 2 beers in one hand and my orange juice in the other. I looked around and saw Dean sitting at a table with Sam while looking at a newspaper. I went over to the table and set the beers down before sitting between Dean and Sam.
"What'd she say?"
"Meredith was a normal everyday girl working a job to keep a roof over her head. Nothing out of the ordinary. What do you have?"
"First things first. There better not be any alcohol in that orange juice."
"Don't worry Dean. I'm not that stupid. I know I can't have alcohol."
"Alright. Just making sure."
"Did you find anything out about the symbol?"
"No nothing. It wasn't in dad's journal or any of the usual books. So I'll just have to dig a little deeper. I guess."
"Well there was a first victim before Meredith right?"
"Right yeah. His name was uh...his name was Ben Swardstrom. Last month he was found mutilated in his townhouse. Same deal. The door was locked. The alarm was on."
"Is there any connection between the two of them?"
"Nothing I can tell. I mean not yet at least. Ben was a banker and Meredith was a waitress. They never met. Never knew anyone in common. They were practically from different worlds."