This is the fixed and updated version of Ch. 2 =]
Adriana woke before Sam in the morning. She kicked open her door, yawning. the couch was empty and she walked into the kitchen to find Dean sitting at her table drinking coffee, his feet up on it like at the bar. She rolled her eyes and marched over to him, pushing his feet off.
"Hey. You. Feet. Off. Table"
Dean smirked and put them on the ground. "Someone didn't sleep very well," he intoned.
Adriana glared at him, grabbing a cup down from the cupboard. "I slept just fine, thank you very much. You know I'm not a morning person."
"Yes, I can certainly see that," Dean remarked as he appraised her messy hair, her camisole and underwear.
Adriana glared harder. "You can be a right asshole sometimes. Actually, a lotof the time."
Dean held his hands up in defense. "What can I say?"
"Just don't say anything. Then the world will be a better place."
"You two at it already?" Sam called as he stumbled from the bedroom, black circles under his eyes.
"She started it," Dean said.
Adriana grabbed the coffee pot and angrily began pouring it, cursing when she splashed herself. "I swear you have the maturity of a five year old. And the intelligence of one."
Dean shook his head. "I have the maturity of a very mature man," He stated and all Adriana could do was giggle and laugh at his witty remark.
"Yeah, nice one, Dean," Sam commented.
"Coffee, Sam?" Adriana asked, grabbing another cup out of her cupboard and Dean smirked.
"Well, look at that, Sammy. You've got yourself a housewife."
Adriana turned and glared at the twenty-six year old hunter. "I will not hesitate to pour my coffee on your head."
"That would hurt," Dean quipped.
"No shit, Sherlock. Because that's not the point or anything."
"Oh. You would've fooled me," Dean replied, feigning surprise.
Adriana poured Sam a cup and drained the last of hers, passing Sam's cup to him as she passed him. "I'm getting ready. Remember, it's a funeral," she said before slamming her bedroom door shut.
Dean looked at Sam. "Did she say funeral?"
Sam shook his head. "Dean, don't. This family is mourning-"
Dean held up his hand to his little brother, stopping his lecture. "I know, I know. I was just joking. I will take this job very seriously." He rolled his eyes at his brother's lack of ability to take a joke as he grabbed his duffel bag and headed into the extra bathroom to get ready.
~Far Away~
By the time both boys were ready to go, Adriana had already left the apartment, but not before leaving a small note on the desk with the Shoemaker's address for the boys. Dean grabbed the small piece of paper up and studied it.
"Well, at least she was helpful," Dean commented as he handed Sam the piece of paper and pulled his tie tighter up to his collar.
"She is quite often. You just don't notice it."
"Oh and you do? Aren't you the observant one," Dean replied while opening his car door. "So what could we have here?"
"I couldn't even begin to contemplate until I'd a) seen the body and b) heard what happened," Sam said seriously.
Dean nodded. "Yeah, that's probably true,"
He stated as he slid his car key into the ignition. He turned the key and the Impala engine roared to life, a sound that Dean could only smile at. He put the car in reverse and backed out of the parking spot before driving on down the road towards the address that Adriana had kindly left them. Cars lined the front war and people were milling into the house, everyone wearing black. Dean looked down and attempted to straighten his tie, making it more messy than it was in the first place.
"I hate wearing suits," he grumbled, climbing out of the car.
Sam laughed. "You'd think after doing this for so many years, you'd get over it," He stated also climbing out of the car and heading up the pathway that led to the house.
Once inside, there were many people circled around a small desk that had a picture of the late Mr. Steven Shoemaker on it. Men were dressed in suits, like the brothers, and women were dressed in black dresses or skirts. They followed some people outside into the backyard and stopped a man, asking him where Donna Shoemaker was. He pointed her out to them, and they spotted Adriana sitting beside her with two other blonde girls the same age. A little girl with dark brown hair was sitting on the other side of Donna, and Dean recognized Athena who was standing behind the group.
"I didn't know she was gonna be here," Dean whispered quietly to his brother as they made their way over to the group of girls.
Sam nodded. "Adriana told me last night she would be here. Surprise," He said teasingly to his older brother who gave him a look, but didn't say anything because they had stopped in front of the six girls sitting on the bench.
Dean glanced at Adriana and couldn't help but shake his head to himself. She definitely wasn't the little girl he had grown up with. She was all grown up and definitely dressed like it.
Today, she was wearing a white button up shirt with long sleeves, but she had rolled the sleeves up a little past her elbows. She had left a few buttons at the top undone, giving a teasing look at what she had to offer. The black skirt she was wearing was a straight black pencil skirt that stopped a little above her knees with a slit in the side of it that went up about mid-thigh. It hugged her hips tightly, and with her sitting down, however, the skirt had ridden up a bit, showing off her tan, toned legs.
Dean glanced at his brother out of the corner of his eye and could see Sam staring at the petite blonde girl. In fact, if he looked around, rather a lot of men were staring at Adriana. Dean rolled his neck subconsciously, not realizing he was looking intimidating. Sam nudged him
"Dean. What's up with the macho routine? No one looks all that threatening here, so why do you need to be?"
Dean paused in his neck roll. "I had a crick. Isn't that what you do?" he said, walking over to the group of girls. He gave Adriana a look as he spoke to Donna. "Hello Donna. I'm Dean and this is Sam. We're very sorry to hear about your loss." Donna looked up at them mildly confused.
Adriana leaned forward. "They're friends of mine and Dean worked with your dad."
Donna nodded and spoke in a soft voice. "Thank you," She said softly then gave Dean a strange look. "You worked with my dad?" She asked, a bit surprised.
Dean nodded his head, going with the lie. "Yeah... I mean, this whole thing... a stroke." He shook his head sadly, as if he couldn't believe it had happened. He went to say more, but a girl with dirty blonde hair beside Adriana spoke up.
"I don't think she really wants to talk about this right now," She stated glancing at Donna who shook her head.
"It's okay," She said to the girl before turning back to Dean and Sam. "I'm okay."
"Were there any symptoms?" Dean asked. "Dizziness? Migraines?" He listed off a few of the side affects that would previously follow a stroke, but Donna shook her head.
"No." She started to say more, but the little dark-haired girl beside her glanced over at her. Now that Dean studied her further, she looked a lot like Donna, probably her little sister.
"That's because it wasn't a stroke," She told her older sister. Donna sighed.
"Lily, don't say that."
Sam glanced between the two. "What?" he asked, curious as to what she could have meant.
Donna hugged her younger sister and looked at Sam. "I'm sorry, she's just upset. We all are."
Lily pulled away from her sister. "No! It happened because of me!" Lily seemed adamant to convince someone what she was saying was true.
"Sweetie, it didn't," Donna said, sounding concerned and exasperated.
Sam crouched down in front of Lily. "Why would you say something like that?" he asked in a soft voice, while Dean rolled his eyes in the background.
He ran his eyes over the group again, past Adriana, past the dirty-blonde haired girl, until he reached Athena. She wasn't smiling, but she wasn't exactly giving him the death stare either. She was dressed in a black dress, probably a lot longer than Adriana's skirt but with the legs on that girl, it looked like she was wearing a mini-skirt. Unfortunately for Dean, the top of the dress had long sleeves and covered all of her chest. He tuned back into the conversation.
"Right before he died. I said it," Lily was saying.
Sam cocked his head, puzzled. "You said what?" he asked, gently again, but Dean recognized the probing tone in his voice.
"Bloody Mary. Three times in the bathroom mirror. She took his eyes. That's what she does."
Donna sighed again. "This isn't your fault. That's not why dad died." She was trying so hard to convince her little sister none of this was her fault, but her little sister wasn't listening.
Dean nodded, tearing his gaze away from Athena. "I think your sister's right, Lily. There's no way it could have been Bloody Mary. Your dad didn't say it, did he?" He asked.
Lily shook her head. "No." She paused, glancing down, still feeling at fault. "I don't think he did."
Dean and Sam exchanged a glance. This was definitely a strange case. Adriana recognized the look between the two brothers and knew that something was going on that they hadn't experienced before. Dean motioned his head to Sam to head back to the house and as they walked away, Adriana stood up, turning to Donna.
"I really am sorry about your dad, hon. Call me if you can think of anything, all right?" She said, giving the girl a hug who nodded. Adriana glanced at Athena and saw her gaze was stuck on Dean. The blonde rolled her eyes before quickly following after the two boys. They opened the door, quickly mingling with the guests inside.
Adriana spoke quietly. "Is she real? I mean, have you ever come across a "Bloody Mary" spirit?"
"Not yet but there's a first time for everything."
They all walked up the stairs, ignored by everyone and crossed the hallway. Dean pushed open the door, instantly recognizing the rust colored stains on the floor as blood.
"But he didn't say it! Lily did," Adriana stated.
"Who knows, maybe the spirit manifests in a different way here," Dean remarked as he swung the mirror to face Sam. Sam glared at him and pushed it closed.
"Well, you gotta start somewhere right? So... she," Adriana began, avoiding her name, "kills people by making their eyes explode."
"Sounds like fun," Dean said sarcastically and Sam rolled his eyes at his brother.
"It just looks like an ordinary mirror!" Adriana commented.
"Yeah, and you look like an ordinary person, but we know better, don't we Drie," Dean said, winking at Adriana.
"Hardy har har. You're hilarious."
"Oh I know. It comes with being me."
"And modest as well," Adriana muttered silently, moving back to the door. She opened it and started walking backwards.
"What are you doing up here?" came a voice from behind her. None of them jumped, having stopped flinching at unexpected noises a long time ago. Adriana spun to find Athena, leaning against a wall, smirking.
"We had to uh, go to the bathroom," Dean offered from the back of their group. Athena's eyebrows raised as she stood up straight and folded her arms.
"Really? All three of you? At once? And you didn't invite me?" At Sam's shocked expression, she laughed. "Relax, I'm kidding. But seriously, Ana, what were you doing?" Dean looked mildly surprised at this new nickname, but he figured it was what her friends called her.
"Ana?" Dean raised an eyebrow at the blonde girl, and she rolled her eyes at his amused tone.
She silently cursed Athena. Now Dean had something else to tease her about. Great. Adriana shrugged. "Dean was trying to find the bathroom, and he got lost, like always." She smirked at Dean's glare. Payback was a bitch. "So, Sam came down to find me to show him where it was," She finished.
"Wow Anna! Such talent. Where did you learn to lie like that? It's not a big house. Had he come up the stairs, he would have had four options. Now, he almost certainly has more looks than brains." Dean smirked at this. "but seriously, who cannot find the freaking bathroom!"
"Apparently Dean can't!" Adriana said, and Athena shook her head.
"No. You just can't lie properly," Athena said smirking.
Adriana went to comment, but Sam grabbed her wrist and pulled her back before she could. She had a temper and didn't like people calling her out. He was trying to stop a fight before one broke out. They didn't need attention drawn onto them.
Dean stepped out in front of the group, looking directly at Athena. "Athena. Do you mind if I call you Athena?"
Athena waved her hand as if she couldn't care less. "What else are you going to call me, Artemis?" Sam smiled slightly, recognizing the name of another Greek Goddess.
"From what you've heard, does Steven Shoemaker really sound like a stroke victim?" Dean continued, not realizing the joke.
"I don't know, I haven't seen many stroke victims," she replied, intending to make this as difficult as possible.
Dean sighed. "Cut the bullshit. He's not. His eyes were liquidated. That sound like a stroke?"
Athena didn't reply for a couple of seconds. "Oh, but of course, if it's not a stroke then it must be Bloody Mary?" She took in their reactions, Sam shifting uneasily at the back of the group.
"You believe in that?" Dean asked, playing off the seriousness of the situation with a joke.
Athena looked him dead in the eye. "You do."
Dean shook his head. "That's where you're wrong. It's just a game little kids play when they're trying to scare their friends. I'm definitely not a little kid."
"Yeah, well, you certainly act like one at times," Adriana said with a wink at Sam and he laughed, nodding his head in agreement to the blonde's statement.
"If it wasn't a stroke, then what was it?" Athena asked, turning to glance at Adriana and rolling her eyes at the girl.
"Honestly? We don't know yet. But we don't want it to happen to anyone else," He said, pausing to see her reaction which was unreadable at the moment. "And that's the truth."
"Oh finally the truth. Whatever will I have to do to pay you back for this rare and miraculous thing?"
"Well-" began Dean, while winking.
"Do you ever stop being sarcastic, Thena?" Adriana asked, her eyes narrowed as she cut Dean's most probably inappropriate statement off.
Athena's eyes flashed at the use of her nickname, which Dean regarded as interesting. Apparently, both these girls used them to wind the other up. "Yes. When said people I'm talking to deserve more effort than sarcasm."
"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit," Dean piped up, earning glares from everyone.
"And that explains why you're not funny," Sam said sadly, shaking his head and Adriana laughed at his comment, temporarily forgetting she was frustrated with Athena.
"Look, if you would just tell me what the hell's going on around here, I might not have to poke around and explore on my own," Athena stated.
Adriana rolled her eyes. "If you poke around, you're just gonna get yourself hurt and involved in something that is way bigger than you."
"I can look after myself, thank you very much. Something that you seem unable to do," Athena replied before storming out of the hallway and down the stairs.
Dean shook his head. "This is not good."
"Oh wow, Dean finally recognizes the gravity of our situation," Adriana snapped. Sam gave a surprised look and she took a breath in. "Sorry. That girl winds me up."
"She winds me up as well," Dean muttered, low enough for only Sam to hear, who shot him a look.
Sam turned to Adriana. "Drie, it's okay, what could happen? Really?" Adriana looked up at him and nodded.
"You're right. I'm probably overreacting. Then again, you don't know Athena. Everything is a challenge to her, everything. Doesn't matter what it is or who set it, she'll do it. More often than not, she wins," Adriana said, wrinkling her nose at the last sentence.
"What, so all you need to do is say "I bet you can't shag Dean" and she'll do it? Awesome," Dean stated and Adriana glared at him.
"I'm going to kill you in your sleep, I swear." She rolled her eyes. "Anyways, back to the case. What are you guys gonna do?"
Dean shrugged, leaning against the sink. "I don't know. Probably hit up the library and see what we can find on the legend and see if anything going on in this town fits it. I mean, it's a small town, shouldn't be too hard."
Adriana nodded. "I'd offer to help you two, but I've got work as soon as this funeral is over," She told him. "I've got the night shift."
"We'll see you later then Drie," Dean said, giving her a quick hug as he passed her. Sam did the same but lingered a little longer. Just as he was about to leave the hallway, Adriana called out.
"Hey Sam? Be careful. And watch out for him," she said, jerking a thumb in the direction Dean had gone. Sam smiled and kept walking. Adriana walked back into the bathroom and touched the mirror. What on earth was happening?
~Far Away~
At work, Athena was stuck covering for Adriana once again because she was late. She shook her head in annoyance as she leaned against the top of the bar, waiting for the blonde to walk through the doors. She was going to get answers from her one way or another. Adriana seemed to believe in this "Bloody Mary" so maybe if she started to say it, the blonde would freak out and explain. Adriana walked into the bar, tucking her shirt in.
"Sorry I'm late. You didn't mind covering did you? Did Steve say anything?" she asked, referring to the manager.
"No. And that's "no he didn't say anything" not "no, I didn't mind covering for you, yet again."
"Whatever," Adriana replied as she walked behind the bar. Athena picked up a glass, determined to get her answers as soon as possible.
"So, Anna dear. In this 'Bloody Mary' legend, does it have to be a mirror or just some reflective surface?" she asked.
Adriana turned on her. "First, don't call me Anna or Dear and especially not the two together. Second, why do you even care?"
Athena smirked, happy she got a reaction from the younger, shorter girl. "So, you wanna answer my question?" She asked. "Or should I just say it and find out?"
Adriana rolled her eyes. "Go ahead and say it," She stated with a roll of her eyes.
"Just tell me the legend."
Adriana sighed and began to explain what happened, not really paying attention. "Legend goes you have to say "Bloody Mary" three times in front of a mirror with the lights off. Then she appears and scratches your eyes out," She stated as she wiped off the top of the bar just as a few men walked in. "Why do you even care about the legend, Athena?"
"It's not really the legend I care about so much as to why you believe it," She nodded in the direction of the men. "You gonna serve them or shall I?"
"I don't really care, to be quite honest."
"In that case," said Athena, picking up some glasses with practiced ease, "I'll serve."
Adriana motioned her to go right ahead as she walked over to the taps. The men instantly began flirting with her, and as was the way of a waitress, she responded in kind. The girl was smart, Adriana had to give her that. But far, far too cocky. And that was gonna land her in a whole lot of trouble. She turned back, to service some woman at a far back table when the doors swung open. In walked Dean and Sam, looking frustrated out of their minds.
"Two shots of whiskey please," they said as they sat down and launched themselves into conversation.
As Adriana picked up a tray she called "I'll be right with you." hurrying back to the bar. She measured their shots and carried them over, ignoring Athena's dirty look as she sat down. "What's up?" she asked. Dean and Sam shared a glance.
"It happened again," Dean began, as he usually did.
Adriana glanced at him. "What did?"
"Someone else died."
"Who?" Adriana looked concern. It was a small town and no doubt it would be someone she knew.
"Jill," Dean stated quietly as he downed his shot.
Adriana gasped and covered her mouth. "Jill?" She couldn't believe it. She had just seen Jill earlier that day at the funeral. It didn't seem possible for her to already be gone. "You're kidding. Please tell me you're kidding me..." Jill had been one of Adriana's close friends from college, and she wasn't prepared for her to have died.
"Adriana. I might do some stupid things, but I would never kid about this," Dean said soberly.
"I gotta get over there," Adriana said, pulling her work shirt out and undoing her bun. She ran to the bar and placed her tray on it. As she was about to turn and leave, someone caught her wrist. She turned to see Athena, her grey eyes looking at her coldly.
"Where. Are. You. Going?" she said, separating each word.
"Athena, I really don't have time for this right now."
"Yeah, and I don't have time to cover for your sorry ass every time you shoot off!" Athena practically yelled, causing the bar to fall silent. Adriana wrenched her wrist out of Athena's grip, causing Athena to tumble forwards.
"Look, I've had it with you!" Adriana returned, her eyes blazing. Sam gave Dean a glance but he was too busy watching the fight that was almost certainly about to erupt.
"Drie, we should go..." Sam began.
"In a minute Sam. Give. Me. One. Minute," she said without turning around. She stalked to behind the bar, looking up at Athena, her anger making her diminutive stature seem far more threatening than she actually was. "Athena. You just don't know when to give up do you. You're about to land yourself in a whole lotta shit, just like your father did."
Athena's hand shot out and caught Adriana in the face. "Oh, yeah? Watch me," she said, walking up to the mirror behind the bar, dragging Adriana with her.
"Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary-". Before she could say the third Sam cried out but it was too late. "Bloody Mary."
Adriana turned to Athena, her glare blazing with fury. "What the hell is your problem?" She exclaimed in frustration.
Athena smirked. "I thought you didn't believe in the legend?"
Adriana started to retort, but Sam and Dean came up behind her. "Drie, let it go," Sam said softly, pulling her away from the tall, dark-haired girl.
"We need to get both of them out of here," Dean muttered under his breath to Sam who nodded his head in approval of the idea. They didn't know if this "Bloody Mary" legend was true or not, but they weren't about to take a risk with an innocent life. While they did more research, they would keep Athena under their watchful gazes.
"Adriana, we have to go. Athena, you're coming with us." Both of the girls eyebrows shot up and they began to protest.
"Now." Dean said in a tone of voice that commanded respect and obedience. Sam looked over in surprise, having heard the exact same tone in his father's voice, many times. Adriana quickly caught up to Sam, whispering frantically to him while Athena walked up with Dean, trying to look calm, but failing.
"What you did was very stupid."
Athena looked at him, taking in the lack of all joking tone and a smirk. "Why? I thought it was nonsense? You can't possibly believe in it as well?" she asked, sounding slightly incredulous and exasperated.
"It's not a question of what I do believe in. It's a question of what I don't." Dean shook his head before calling out to Sam and Adriana in front of him. "We need to head back to Jill's place and see what we can find."
Sam nodded in agreement as he reached the Impala. "I think Athena or Adriana should ride up front with you." He glanced at the small blonde who stood beside him, still fuming. "It's probably best to split them up."
"I'll take Athena," he said. Sam gave him a look. "Figuratively of course." Athena slid into the front seat as Sam continued to whisper to Adriana. She whistled as she sat on the leather.
"Wow," she said, admiration in her voice. "Very good condition."
"I know, she's my baby," Dean said, smiling and leaning back as he turned the key and revved the engine. 'What did you say your dad has?"
"Had. And cool car."
"That's right. Why the past tense?"
Athena sighed. "He had to sell it to pay off his... debts," she said.
Dean noticed her reluctance to talk about her dad and so dropped it and called out to the two who were still standing outside the car. "Hey, you two wanna get in the car so we can go? You're burning daylight." He revved the engine again as if to prove his impatience.
Sam rolled his eyes as he opened the backdoor to the Impala. "Get some patience, Dean. It's a virtue and is very much needed."
Dean blew out a breath of exasperation. "Just get in the car, Sammy."
Sam didn't let it go as he climbed in. "You know, I hear chastity is also a virtue but you seemed to have lost that a longtime ago," he said, causing Athena to let out a small snort of laughter in the front.
Dean looked over at her. "Don't believe a word he says."
"And why ever not?" she asked, a slight teasing tone in her voice.
"Because it's all lies, baby," he said, winking as he sped out of her driveway, spitting gravel everywhere.
"Seriously Dean, do you think you could make any more of an effort to wreck my house."
Dean glanced back to Adriana, then at the skid he left. "I don't know, maybe not. After all, that's a pretty decent skid."
Adriana started to lean forward to hit him, but Sam grabbed her wrist, pulling her back. "Dean, grow up. Drie, calm down. Geez, how did I ever manage to make it through childhood without going insane when I had you two bickering like it was the end of the world." He shook his head and Dean smirked at him through the rearview mirror.
"Because it was the end of the world to us little children," He stated with a laugh.
"Must still be the end of the world to you Deanie, because you're still a little child," Sam said, leaning back in his chair.
"So, where did you say your friend lived?" Dean said, obviously changing the subject.
"I didn't. But she lives-"
"She lives down the street on the left," Sam said, cutting her off. Dean glanced backwards.
"How do you know that, you stalker?"
Sam pointed forwards. "First, if you had of been looking at the road and not back here, you would've seen all the cop cars. And secondly, I'm not a stalker, I just happen to notice more things than girls asses."
Dean turned back to the front to see blue and red lights lighting up the street to the left. "Oh."
"Typical Dean," she muttered.
"Adrie, why didn't you let me stop you in the bar? I know you, I knew you were about to blow up."
Adriana looked over at him, her face cast half in the shadows. "I don't know Sam. Part of me's been wanting to do that for a long time. I seized the opportune moment."
"Oh, is that what they call spontaneous chick fights now days?" Sam said in a teasing voice, bringing a smile to Adriana's face.
She rolled her eyes, trying to fight the smile on her face. "You're an ass. Just like your brother," She joked with him and Dean pulled the car onto the side of the road.
"I take that as a compliment," Dean said, rather proud of himself as he killed the engine and got out of the car. "Come on. Time to head inside."
"Do you have a plan on how to get inside?" Adriana asked sarcastically as she climbed out of the car as well. "Or were you just planning on marching up to her mother and saying you needed to investigate the room?"
"Well, this may come as a surprise, but I am actually as smart as I am good looking."
Adriana widened her eyes in mock surprise. "Surely not? Well anyway, continue."
"This, my dear, is where you come in," Dean said, reaching down and patting her head. "Just say you need to... look at some photos."
"And knowing Dean, that was meant in a disgusting way," Adriana remarked as she walked up to the front door.
Athena nudged Dean. "Her window's this way."
Dean stopped for a moment. "Her window? Why would we need her window?"
"I know Anna, I know how she works. We need to get to that window."
They snuck around the house through the bushes, before Adriana pushed the window open, her shadow being thrown onto the lawn. Athena smirked before walking across. She placed her hand on the ledge of the guttering, and lifted herself off the ground.
"Here, let me give you a hand," Dean said, placing his hands on her ass.
"Get your hands off my ass. I am not some helpless female," she hissed as she pulled herself up. Dean lost contact while
Sam shook his head in disgust. "You are so smooth, big brother," he said, as Dean continued to look at Athena climbing, smiling to himself. Sam whacked him around the back of the head and jumped up to the gutter.
"You wouldn't like a hand as well, little Sammy," Dean said in such a gay voice, Sam almost let go with shock and Adriana burst out laughing then quickly covered her mouth, stifling her laughter.
"Hurry and get up here!" She whispered loudly enough for them to hear. She backed away from the window and began to look around the room.
"What are you looking for?" Athena asked as the two boys climbed in through the window.
"We'll let you know as soon as we find it," Dean said as he tossed his duffel bag onto the bed. "Hit the lights," He said as Adriana crossed the room to the light switch, flicking it off.
Sam grabbed a camcorder out of the duffel bag and began to turn it over, looking for a certain button. He turned to Dean. "Hey, night vision?" He asked and Dean pressed a button on the top of it. "Perfect," Sam said as he aimed the camera at Dean.
Dean smirked as he turned his back on the camera and glanced at it over his shoulder. "Do I look like Paris Hilton?" Sam shook his head.
"What can you see?" Dean asked.
"Nothing much, yet," he said as he ran the camera over the mirror.
"I don't get it. There's usually a pattern right? The first victim didn't summon her and the second did. How does that work?"
"I have no idea. But someone's going to say it again. It's only a matter of time." Sam walked into the bathroom and Dean looked over at both the girls. Their body language towards each other was screaming 'I hate you'.
"Sam?" Dean called out when there was no news from him.
"Dean? There's a black light in the trunk, right?" he said, while removing the mirror from the wall. Dean vaulted off the roof, returning in under five minutes.
"Got it." He tossed the light to Sam.
Sam caught it with one hand and almost dropped the camera. Adriana giggled. He glared and flipped the mirror over carefully, running the light over it after he tore off the brown paper on the back. There was a hand print on the back of it beside the name 'Gary Bryman".
"That's not creepy at all," Athena commented as she peered over Sam's shoulder.
"You know who Gary Bryman is?" Sam asked as he glanced at both girls who shook their head, neither having heard of the name before.
Dean groaned. "Great. More research."
"Yes Dean. More research. Comes in handy if you know how to do it, usually learn it in college."
"I'm sure I'll cope," Dean replied before swinging back out the window. He waited for the others on the ground. When they arrived, he spoke, commanding all attention again. "Okay. We can't let this one out of our sight" he said, jerking his head at Athena. "So, we're having a slumber party," he said, putting enthusiasm into his voice. He was met by three blank stares. Dean sighed. "Look, are we all gonna crash at Drie's or should Sam and I shoot off?"
Adriana opened and closed her mouth. "Stay at mine. It's easier," she said in an emotionless voice.
"Right then. It's settled."
Adriana sighed as she followed Dean and the others to the Impala. "But, remember, I only have two beds and a couch. Either someone's sharing a bed or someone's sleeping on the floor," She stated as she leaned her back against the car door, waiting for the others to decide what they were gonna do. Adriana really had no problem sharing a bed with one of the Winchesters. She had done it plenty of times back in the day whenever they were on hunts. It would be nothing new to her.
"I'll share," Sam offered. Dean raised his eyes in surprise.
"Really? With whom?"
"Adriana, duh." Adriana smiled at him, not at all uncomfortable. Dean turned to face Athena.
"Would you like the bed or the couch?"
"I'll take the floor."
"That's hardly necessary, I offered-" Sam started.
"I'll take the floor," Athena said again, daring any of them to argue.
Adriana shrugged. "Guess that means you get your bed back, Sammy," she said, and Sam tried not let any disappointment show. He wondered if she could keep the nightmares out, but now he wouldn't know. All four of them stared at each other before Sam, ever the sensible one, spoke.
"It's late. We should get to the library first thing tomorrow."
Adriana nodded and walked off to the car. No one spoke on the trip home. It took thirty seconds with Dean's driving so there was no need. She pulled out her apartment key and led the way up the stairs to her room with a yawn. After opening the door, she tossed the key up on the counter before turning to the others who were filing in.
"What time are we getting up?" The blonde asked.
"What time does the library open?" Sam questioned as he closed the door behind him and locked it.
"5:30," Adriana replied then groaned as she realized where he was going with that. "You seriously wanna be there when it opens? The books and information isn't gonna go anywhere..." She whined, pouting.
"The sooner we can figure this out, the sooner you get rid of her,"he said, pointing to Athena subtly. Sam didn't exactly dislike the girl but he thought she was a bit full of herself, a lot like someone else he knew. And she was obviously attracted to Dean, no surprise there. They were always attracted to Dean. Except Adriana. He wondered if it was because she'd grown up with him.
"True that. Okay. 5:30am it is," she said, sounding way too cheery. Sam laughed.
"Adrie. You are something else."
She looked at him and he met her gaze. "I know. Although I try and contain it, unlike your brother and co." Sam laughed again and started walking off to the bedroom. Adriana paused before following him. "Night Dean" she said, and entered her room, pulling her door closed behind her.
This left Dean and Athena standing in the kitchen. "So..." Dean said. Athena looked over at him.
"So what? So am I going to die?" Dean almost laughed at her straightforward question.
"I have no clue yet." He said and he hated that he didn't know. But, he was determined to find out what was going on here.
"Hey, Sam." Adriana stepped out of the bathroom in her room, all changed and ready for sleep. She was wearing a rather tight white shirt and a pair of boycut underwear. The end of her shirt didn't meet the top of her underwear, showing off a sliver of tan, tone skin. "There are some blankets in the closet over there." She pointed to a closet off to the side. "Can you grab some and an extra pillow and give them to Athena?"
Sam was too busy staring at her to notice she'd said anything.
"Sam?"
He snapped out of his daze. "Yes?"
"Did you hear anything I just said?" she asked.
"Sorry, no, I was staring into empty space."
"You were staring at me," she stated.
Sam didn't reply and walked over to the cupboard, grabbing the pillows and blankets, swinging the door open. Dean and Athena were still talking, now sitting at the dining room table. Athena shook her head, neither of them noticing Sam.
"Who are you?" she asked. Dean looked at her and was about to reply, when Sam cleared his throat.
"Ah... Athena? These are for you," he said, dumping them on the ground and returning to his room. He felt like he'd interrupted something but he had no idea what. Dean certainly didn't have his hands all over her, something that surprised him a little.
But before he got to his room, he turned around and walked back over to them. Dean glanced up at him. "What is it?" He asked.
"We need to visit the Shoemaker's place again," Sam said and Dean nodded. "We need to see if there was a name on the back of the mirror Steven Shoemaker died in front of it," He added and once again Dean nodded his head.
"I was just thinking that. We also need to find out who this Gary Bryman is," Dean said. "And how he connects to Jill."
Sam went to comment further, but a high-pitched scream from Adriana's bathroom cut him off. He glanced at Dean for a split second before both of them took off to check on the blonde girl. It took a lot of things to scare Adriana.