5
Dean's inner clock forced his eyes open at four in the morning. More than anything he wanted to go back to sleep, but he knew that they needed to get out of town before any cops could come asking questions about their involvement at the gas station the night before.
He forced his hung over body out of bed and stretched. Glancing over he saw that Sam and Amelia were asleep in the same bed. She was curled around his brother one of her delicate hands was clasping his wrist like she was afraid he would disappear while she slept.
Dean felt an uncomfortable tightness in his chest watching Amelia sleep next to his brother. He didn't want to admit to himself that it was jealousy he was feeling, but deep down he knew it was.
"Hey we gotta go." Dean said loudly and smacked Sam's foot to wake him up.
Sam's face took on a look of shock when he noticed Amelia sleeping next to him. He ran a hand gently through her hair to wake her up.
"Hey Amelia, time to go." He whispered gently.
"Dean?" She mumbled, still more asleep than awake.
"No it's Sam." He replied sounding hurt.
Amelia's eyes popped open and she looked at Sam in surprise. She quickly erased the look of surprise with a gentle smile.
"Morning Sam." She purred as she stretched against him. "I was just dreaming about Dean yelling at me again."
Dean grunted in response. "So can I get my shirt back now?" He snapped.
Amelia looked up in surprise and pulled his shirt closer to her body. "I- um I don't have anything else to wear." She explained.
"Oh yeah, well then give it back to me once you get another shirt to wear." He griped and headed out to the car.
"So what's this job you found Sammy?" Dean asked once they were on the highway.
"It's a bar in Pricetown Oklahoma. Ten people over the last three years all killed by cyanide poisoning." Sam explained.
"Sounds like a really shitty bartender to me." Dan joked.
"Yeah except four of the victims were the bartenders. Police have investigated after every death and haven't found any traces of cyanide in the bar. No rat poison, nothing. They never even found traces of the poison in the drinks that the victims ingested." Sam continued.
"So are we thinking vengeful spirit or what?" Amelia asked from the backseat.
"Hey Gazoo don't help." Dean griped.
Amelia huffed and flopped back against the seat, shooting dirty looks at the back of Dean's head. Maybe she'd been wrong the night before when he'd been nice to her. He obviously didn't feel the same way that she felt about him. She looked into the side mirror so that she could see Sam's reflection and tried to concentrate on how handsome he was. She gave up after a few minutes. True Sam was handsome, probably the best looking human being she'd seen since she'd arrived on Earth, with the exception of herself of course. But she just couldn't seem to stir in herself the same feelings for Sam that she had for Dean.
Amelia was so frustrated she felt like screaming. She was sent to be with Sam, it was pretty clear that Hades would kill her if she didn't get Sam to bed her. Plus she could tell Sam was willing, she knew she could have him at any time. Dean could barely seem to tolerate her presence. So why was Dean all she could think about? And why didn't he like her? By the Gods she had siren essence in her, not to mention the blood of Aphrodite! She should be able to get anyone she wanted just by batting an eye. So what the hell was wrong with Dean Winchester?
Screw you Dean! If you don't want me then I don't care! She thought petulantly. Feeling spiteful and rebellious Amelia pulled the pack of cigarettes out from under Dean's seat where she had hidden it two days before. She pulled one cigarette out of the pack with her teeth and lit it quickly with the flick of her lighter. Neither of the men realized she was smoking until the scent wafted to the front of the car.
"Hey! No! I said no smoking in here! You're going to stink up the interior!" Dean screeched at the top of his lungs.
Amelia calmly sucked in a lungful of smoke and blew it straight at the back of Dean's head.
"Put it out Amelia! Now!" He yelled.
"Amelia maybe you should put it out." Sam reasoned kindly.
Amelia took another long drag and shook her head. "No! I haven't done anything but try to help you both and he's constantly mean to me. Why do I have to do what he says anyway?"
"Because you were sent here to work for us. That means you do what we say." Dean yelled.
Amelia let out a disgruntled screech and froze the car and the world around it. She stuck her tongue out at Dean and continued to smoke her cigarette at a slow leisurely pace. Once she was finished smoking she threw the butt out the window and then unfroze the car.
"Put it out now Amelia!" Dean yelled again.
"It's already out." Amelia said innocently.
Dean glanced behind his shoulder and saw that the cigarette was indeed gone, but also noticed the haze of smoke still lingering in the backseat.
"Did you freeze us?" He accused angrily.
"Oh no of course not Dean. You said not to freeze you anymore and I have to do what you say remember?" She quipped sarcastically.
She watched Sam crack a smile, despite his efforts to look neutral about the whole thing. It endeared him to Amelia's heart a little more. She really did like Sam, he was sweet and gentle and kind and smart. But all these things still didn't make Amelia feel anymore attracted to him. He felt more like a brother to her than anything else.
Huffing angrily she scrunched down in the seat and shut her eyes, hoping to get some sleep before they reached the bar. She had fully healed from the night before but getting shot had still taken a lot out of her and she was really feeling the effects of it.
"Ok what was the guys name again?" Dean asked as they sat in the Impala outside of the bar where ten people had died of unexplained cyanide poisoning.
Sam reached into his duffel bag and pulled out the file he had of information on the case. "Uh the last victim died two weeks ago, his name was James Morrison."
Dean smiled and raised an eye brow at his brother. "Seriously? James Morrison? As in like Jim Morrison? That's awesome! I mean not that the dude is dead, but the name and all…" He babbled. "Alright well let's get in there."
The three of them piled out of the car and stretched after the long ride.
"Ok here's the deal, Sam and I do all the talking. Gazoo, you stay quiet and hang in the back. I don't need you freaking out if they have a disco ball or a juke box or something else shiny." Dean ordered.
"What's a disco ball?" She asked innocently.
"It's like this round… you know what never mind, just stay quiet and don't freak out about anything." Dean continued.
Amelia wanted to snipe back at him, but she realized he was probably right. They had to keep up professional appearances and she could admit to herself that sometimes she tended to overreact when it came to things she'd never seen before. So she simply nodded and moved behind the two brothers.
"S'cuse me sir. Could we have a minute of your time?" Dean asked the bartender who was behind the bar unpacking and stocking bottles.
"What can I do for ya?" The man asked and put down the bottle of Scotch he was holding.
"I'm Officer Rudd, this is Officer Young. We just have some questions about Mr. Morrison." Dean replied confidently and flashed a fake badge at the bartender.
"I already talked to the cops bout him." The man replied.
"Yeah we're up from Tulsa, our captain thinks this case needs to be looked into further." Sam explained.
The bartender nodded, "K- well what do ya want to know?"
"What happened the night he died?" Dean asked and pulled out a barstool to sit down.
"Uh well Jim came in bout eight-thirty, he had a beer, played some darts, that was about it. He went to the bathroom and when he came back he was really red in the face and sweating. He was also breathin kinda funny. And then he just keeled over and was gone." The bartender replied.
"Did he have anything else to drink other than that one beer? Or maybe something to eat?" Sam asked.
"Not that I know of. Well he ate some peanuts outta the bowl on the bar, but so did I and lotsa other guys and none a us died." The bartender answered.
"Do you know anything about the other people who've died of poisoning here in the bar?" Dean asked.
The bartender went back to stocking bottles and waved a hand away dismissively. "Nah, only been working here about six months. I didn't know anyone else had ever even died here till I started working. Well except for that chick back in the seventies, but everybody in town knows about her."
Sam sat down beside his brother and looked excited. "What chick is that?"
The bartender let out a throaty laugh. "Ah just some old ghost story bout this place. The guy that owned this place, him and his wife both died in here. She killed him and then killed herself right here at the bar. Now people say that she haunts this place."
"Do you believe that?" Sam asked.
"Hell no, I've been workin here half a year and I ain't never seen any ghosts. Not like I believe in ghosts or anything. So you guys need anything else? Cause I got to get back to work." The bartender didn't wait for their answer before turning around to get back to his work.
"You mind if I use the bathroom before we leave?" Dean asked.
The bartender simply grunted and pointed to a hallway next to the bar. Dean waited until he was out of sight before he pulled out his EMF detector. He scanned the hallway before quickly ducking into the women's restroom and taking measurements in there as well. Finding nothing he moved into the men's room and scanned there, expecting to find some sort of results, but was surprised when he found nothing. He was frustrated not to find anything and decided that he needed more time to investigate.
He walked to the window and undid the lock before he flushed the toilet and left the room.
"Well thanks again for the information. Take it easy." Dean said nonchalantly as he returned from the bathroom.
He and Sam exchanged a look that said they would come back later, without the words needing to be spoken out loud. Sam hurried over to where Amelia was standing next to a neon light, absolutely entranced by the shining colors.
"Hey Amelia time to go." He said quietly.
Amelia turned to him and gave him a brilliant smile. "Sam isn't this beautiful?" She asked and ran a hand over a tube of glowing purple neon.
"Uh yeah it's really great. Come on we need to go." Sam replied and pulled on her arm to lead her out of the bar.
Amelia followed him, but kept her eyes on the lamp until they were out the door.
"You get anything on the EMF?" Sam asked as they climbed into the car and set out to find a motel for the night.
"Nope not even a blip. I'm thinking research today and tonight we'll go back, do a more thorough investigation." Dean decided.
Sam nodded his agreement.
"Hey Amelia, good job keeping quiet in there." Dean complimented, saying one of the nicest things he'd ever said to her.
Amelia looked up in shock at the kind words. "Oh thanks Dean. Can I come back tonight and help?" She asked, deciding to try and get along with Dean instead of constantly antagonizing him.
"I'm not sure if that's a good idea. I mean no offense but you don't have any experience with hunting. Not sure what you're going to do to help." Dean replied honestly.
"But I can learn. And if someone shows up I can freeze them until we get out of there. Please?" She asked sweetly.
Dean sighed. "Ok fine. You can come, but no funny business." He warned.
Amelia smiled and clapped her hands excitedly. "I promise no funny business." She giggled.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Oh man this is gonna turn out perfectly." He groaned.
A/N- Sorry it's been so long since I've posted. I'll try and post more frequently but my computer is having fits. Reviews are awesome and totally appreciated. Thanx!!!