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Chapter 41: Tall Tales Part 2
I nodded. My turn to tell the story. "So, anyway. We figured it might be a haunting, so we went to check out the scene of the crime."
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We headed over to Crawford Hall shortly after the damn bar and I think anyone within a five mile radius could tell I was pissed to hell. And above everything you really didn't want to be stuck in a car with a pregnant angry girlfriend on the brink of a cold. My plugged nose, which I tried to blow off as the temperature difference of the cold air outside to the heat of the car, was giving me a small headache. I was hungry; I hadn't really eaten all day on the account of my constant nausea, but knew I'd need to eat something soon whether or not my stomach decided to keep it down. Above all that I was pissed about the bar and upset to the point of crying. But then again, puppies at a pound could make me cry. That's how screwed my emotions were. I bit my lower lip and stared out the passenger seat window. I stared until my eyes clouded over and there seemed like there was a fog outside; sweeping and licking the black paint job of the Impala. I couldn't believe Dean had actually tried flirting with that stupid girl to get information. Her IQ was as high as a lint ball caught between a motel couch. She had nothing to say, no indication her brain waves were thinking beyond what Dean looked like naked and the purple shot sitting in front of her. And there I was sitting by, looking stupid and pregnant. Well, I mean, I wasn't showing much yet to stop people on the streets to randomly start congratulating me, but I knew I was pregnant. And so did Dean. And that thought just brought more wetness to my eyes and one beaded tear fell off my eyelashes and onto the car.
I brought up my arm to discreetly wipe the tear away and sniffed. My nose was clogged and it felt like if I didn't blow it soon it'd start running. And then, the jig was up. Dean and Sam would definitely know I had a cold then.
"You've been quiet." Dean said and turned down the music. I knew he felt bad about something because he popped my mix tape in when we got into the car. And I knew how much he complained about it. Men who sounded like girls and girls who couldn't hold a note even if their life depended on it.
I shrugged and continued to look out the window. "Just thinking." I sniffed again and Dean sighed. I could tell he had let go of the wheel for a moment to search his jacket pockets for something.
"If you need a tissue there's some in the glove compartment, I think."
"You feeling okay, Andy?" Sam asked, poking his head in between me and Dean. I honestly forgot he was back there.
Dean and Sam had talked about the case a little when we left the bar but after that, and after I refused to say anything, they kind of quieted down and I think that's when both knew something was wrong with me. It was funny how neither of them said anything because if they assumed it was a 'pregnant thing' and it wasn't they'd get yelled at. So they said nothing.
"You have a cold don't you?" Dean asked and it sounded like he was asking if I had small pox. I pulled some tissues out from the glove and blew my nose, causing my ears to pop and my head to swoon. I sniffled and set the tissues on the floor. "Pick those up! My baby is not a garbage can!"
I glared at him. "Right, like you've never thrown trash into this car. I can name all the girl's names right now if you like." Sam snorted and I couldn't help but smile as Dean's frown grew sour. "I'll throw them away once we get to the campus. And are we even close yet? That bar was ten minutes away; it feels like we've been driving for a half an hour."
"I think he turned left instead of right back at the light a few minutes ago." Sam spoke up and then trailed off, I'm guessing thinking about where we were supposed to be heading.
"I know where the hell I'm going." Dean snapped. "And you," He looked at me for a moment. "Just because you're pregnant and have a cold doesn't give you the right to be a bitch all of a sudden."
My mouth flew open. "Actually, it kind of does Dean. When you're carrying around a baby and you feel nauseous 24/7 then freaking talk to me." I couldn't help but scream and felt those fake tears build in my eyes again. "But that's not what I'm angry about."
"I didn't do anything." He honestly didn't know what he'd done. Maybe it wasn't such a big deal to him or to others but it was a freaking big deal to me. I didn't want the Cassie Dean back or the Jo Dean back, well at least the one he had been with her when we had taken the case on that killer clown. I couldn't take that crap now. Not when I was pregnant with his kid.
"Saying that just means you did do something Dean." Sam accused and Dean swore and said something along the lines of 'shut the fuck up Sam' which only caused Sam to smirk and get comfortable in the backseat.
"Is this about the girl and the purple nurples?" Dean asked slowly, like he had to think about it for a long time. I just sat back in my seat as Dean pulled into the college campus parking lot. He groaned. "Oh, come on, I just wanted a drink. That's all. How can you deny something called a purple nurple?"
"Very easily, actually." I said quickly, getting out of the car and managing to plow my shoes into a very slushy snow puddle. I groaned, getting ready to wildly freak the fuck out. My skin felt like it was crawling and my nose was stuffed to the point where if I didn't breath through my mouth I'd die.
"You had something called a pink orangutan." Sam pointed out as he got out of the car and closed the door. He had avoided the slush and I wondered if it was just my luck. "Didn't hear you say no to that."
"Whose side are you on?" I asked incredulously and Dean shook his head and shut his own car door.
"Right now, he's on mine so leave him alone."
Sam smirked at me and I bent down to gather some snow near by, but managed to plunge my hand in sludge instead. But whatever; I cupped my hand and got as much of it as I could and threw it at Sam. It hit him on the side of his head, some of it leaking down to his ear. He got chills as it reached his neck and I gave him the same toothy grin as he glared at me.
"Bitch." I said simply and he nodded; some type of smile that I wanted to describe as angry but amused.
"Brat." He then gave me a shrug and headed into the campus's front door. I looked up at the old building. It was buildings like these that reminded me of old churches, I wasn't quite sure why. The architecture was beautiful and I wondered how many flights of stairs we'd have to walk up.
The wind whipped through the parking lot and I rubbed my nose with my now freezing hands. I let out two loud sneezes and before I knew what was happening, Dean was dragging me into the backseat of the car.
"What are you doing?" I asked as he reached up front and handed me some tissues. I nodded in thanks and blew my nose. I whimpered, feeling my nostrils burn and knew they were beginning to get red. Didn't I mention? I loved head colds.
"Getting you out of the wind." He said simply and then looked at the school for a moment.
"But don't we have to head inside?"
He nodded, giving me a small smile that was a poor excuse for an apology. "Yeah, just give the wind a minute to calm down." I heard the wind whistle and saw small snow mounds outside rustle off the ground and it looked like it was snowing again. "You're already sick; I can't let you get worse."
"I'm not sick." I said, but it was more of a joke now if anything.
Dean chuckled; it was one of his laughs that sounded light and affectionate. It made me want to kiss him. "Right, tell that to your stuffy nose babe." His pointer finger bent and he ran it down the sides of my nose, leaning towards me to give me a small kiss near my cheek.
I sniffled again and kissed his hand as he pulled it back. "So now along with my pre-natal vitamins your gonna make me take other ones aren't you?" I asked slowly, with a bit of annoyance in my voice.
Dean nodded, seeming to love taking care of me. "Yep, your gonna feel like a pharmacy."
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, great." I listened for a moment and reached over to grab the tissues I had left on the floor. "Can I wear your jacket outside? Since we're heading right into the building? I'm freezing."
Dean nodded, not even hesitating. Even though all he had on underneath was a lighter jacket and a long sleeved thick polo. "It probably has something to do with picking up that slush ball to throw at Sam." He was serious but I knew he thought it was funny.
I smiled as he wrapped the jacket around me, buttoning it up tightly as I put my hands through the sleeves. "I have no idea what you're talking about." I said with a smile and Dean chuckled.
"What is it with you and never having the right attire?" He asked, motioning to his jacket.
"I do have the right attire," I countered, pushing the collar up to cover the back of my neck. "It's just buried in our duffel, in the trunk and you'll have to get out in the bitter cold to get it."
Dean ran a hand through my hair. "True."
I shrugged and smiled at him, making his lips tug into a small loving smile. "Besides, your jacket smells like you."
Dean smirked and kissed my head. "Good or bad thing?"
"You smell good." I said simply.
He then cocked his head and gave me this grin that I knew said he was full of himself. "Well, I do bathe regularly."
I grinned, throwing myself into his arms and he made this 'oofing' noise as I squeezed him tightly. His arms came up around my back and squeezed me just as tight, maybe even tighter as I kissed the side of his head.
"Boy or girl today?"
"Girl, definitely." He said, not letting go of me or pulling back. "I'm getting a Jenna, Mallory and an Andy vibe."
I giggled, pulling back. "Andy? Sounds familiar…"
Dean grinned, pushing his lips to my own. "Well, Andy…is definitely a name I'd love….."
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"All right, hold on." Sam interrupted and I glared at him.
"What?"
"I have to witness half this crap, do I have to hear it retold in story form?" I grabbed a pillow from behind me and wailed it at him, it successfully conking him on the side of his head. He didn't seem bothered by it. I guess after the slushy snow you can pretty much deal with anything else. I'd have to try that out. "Seriously, you wanna get to the actual point we called Bobby here for?"
Bobby shrugged, looking at Sam sheepishly. "I was actually kind of enjoying it."
I beamed and Dean chuckled, kissing my head while Sam shook his own. "Unbelievable."
"What? She can tell a story in great detail, that's all I'm saying."
"I'll stick to the case details Sammy." I promised, giving him a small smile and sniffled, rubbing my nose with the back of my wrist. "Can I continue?"
Sam sighed, leaning back on the couch and crossing his arms.
I took that as a yes.
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Six flights of stairs later we met up with Sam outside of room 669.
"What took you two so long?" Sam asked, shifting and leaning against the wall.
"Six flights of stairs." I let out a long breath, trying to get my breathing back to normal. Jesus, I shouldn't have been that out of shape. It was only six flights of stairs. "Why aren't we heading in?"
"There's a janitor roaming around, I didn't want to get caught. Did you guys grab the EMFs?"
Dean nodded, un-pocketing one of them to hand to Sam. "So how are we going to do this?"
"Do what, exactly?" All of us spun to see who the voice belonged to. I'm guessing the janitor no doubt, since he had on a grey jumpsuit and a rolling garbage can nearby. "Can I help you three?"
I nodded, giving him a smile. "We're from the power company, we're here to check to make sure the wires are alright in the walls." Sam nodded and kind of waved his EMF to indicate that's what he'd be using.
The janitor nodded. "And you need this room here?"
"Yes, sir." Sam said politely.
The janitor walked past us and unlocked the door, opening it and holding it open for all of us to walk through. "Huh. Well, not sure why you're wiring up this office. Not gonna do the professor much good."
"Why's that?" Dean asked, turning on the EMF to scan.
"He's dead." The janitor said simply.
I turned to look at him and saw he was eyeing the EMF. I wondered how many people actually knew what the thing was but never said anything. I mean, it sure didn't look like a device to track wires in the walls. But I guess the less people said or asked about it the better. "What happened?"
The janitor, whose nametag said he was Jim, pointed to a far window in the room behind the desk. "He went out that window, right there."
"Really?" I asked curiously, walking towards the window. I felt someone come up behind me as I looked out of it and smiled as that someone squeezed my hand for a moment. I turned and smiled at Dean and he gave me this small smile, his breath coming from his nose and puffing on the chilled glass.
"Were you working that night?" I heard Sam ask.
"I'm the one who found him." And why did the janitor almost sound proud of that fact?
Dean nudged me and I turned to see what he was pointing at. There was a bowl of candies on the desk but I couldn't tell what they were. They looked like Red Hots from the light we were in and I knew they weren't chocolate because Dean wouldn't have been eating them if they were. He gently lifted the lid and took a few, popping them into his mouth. How did a simple action like that squeeze my stomach excitedly? Anything that Winchester did with his mouth…
"Want one?" He asked quietly and I scrunched my nose.
"What are they?"
"I don't know, they taste like caramel."
I shook my head. "I hate caramel."
"Since when?" He asked doubtfully and shoved a few more into his mouth. I wanted to giggle but Sam was having an in depth conversation with the janitor. He held one up; it resembled the shape and size of a large marble. "Come on, just one."
I grinned at him and popped it in my mouth, kissing his cheek as caramel erupted over my taste buds. If I was getting a cold I knew I wouldn't be able to taste things soon anyways so mise well.
"All I know, is that when he came up here he wasn't alone." I tuned into that part of the conversation and eyed Dean as he continued stuffing his mouth full of candies. "He was with a young lady. I told the cops about it, but I guess they never found her."
"You saw this girl go in, huh? But did you ever see her come out?" Sam asked.
Jim thought for a moment. "Now that you mention it, no."
Sam and I exchanged a glance as I moved out from behind the desk. Well, that definitely sounded like a spirit. "You ever see her before, or around?" I asked and Jim shook his head no, then looked thoughtfully at the desk. "What?"
"I don't mean to cast aspersions on a dead guy, but, uh…Mister Morality here? He brought a lot of girls up here. Got more ass than a toilet seat."
Dean burst into laughter at that and it wasn't till then that I realized he had joined us, standing right behind me and Sam. I don't know how I could have missed him. He was smacking his lips so hard against those candies, seventeen stuffed candies in his mouth I might add, that he sounded like a drunken cow chewing on grass.
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"Hey!" Dean interjected and I looked at him innocently.
"What?"
"I had one, maybe two."
"Two Dean?" I asked and he frowned.
"Maybe five?"
"Try like seventeen. I was having trouble telling the difference between you and a hamster." Dean glared at me, letting go of my hand and scooting an inch away from me like he was ten. I tried ruffling his hair but he took my hand and shooed it away.
"Alright, what happened next?" Bobby asked and suddenly Dean switched gears and clamped a hand over my mouth.
"Your story time is over. That's what happens when I'm referred to as a rodent." I couldn't help but giggle and collapsed into his side, which he smiled at and wrapped his other arm around my waist. "Go head Sam."
Sam rolled his eyes as Dean took his hand off my mouth. I leaned up to kiss his chin and he pulled me on his lap, shaking his head at my goofy smile. He kissed my temple and we waited for Sam to continue.
"We came back here for a little…"
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I groaned, sneezing for the seventh time as we walked up the stairs to the motel room.
"Can I just say bless you for the next four?" Dean asked.
"Try the next eight." Sam wisecracked and I stuck my tongue out at him. He smiled slowly and I saw Dean trying not to smile as well.
"I'm glad you two think my illness is funny." I leaned back against the wall as Sam fondled with the keys, trying to get the door open.
Dean came towards me and wrapped an arm around my waist. I was miserable, tired, nauseas and had a stuck sneeze constantly tickling the edges of my nostrils, I wasn't fighting his embrace. I let him pull me towards his chest and he kissed my forehead.
"I don't think it's funny; I just think that you adorably resemble a kitten."
"A kitten?" I asked. "How the hell do I resemble a kitten?"
"Claws out all the time seems to ring a bell." Sam commented, jiggling the doorknob.
"Just focus on getting the door open Winchester." I said with a growl which only made Sam's smile grow. How come I couldn't threaten anybody anymore? All Sam and Dean did was smile when I tried to be angry and serious. Jerk offs.
Dean smiled and I felt his hand soothingly start rubbing my back. "Like a kitten that's had a bucket of water poured on them."
"You hate cats." I said as Sam finally got the lock undone and pushed the door open.
Dean shrugged, pushing me towards the doorway. "Never said that, I just said that I like dogs more."
"Well, if I'm the cat in this situation who's the dog?"
Sam snorted. "The girl at the bar."
"You're about to get a swift kick in the pants Sam." I threatened and he frowned. Ha! Looks like I could threaten with something.
Sam crossed the room and grabbed his laptop while Dean went to the fridge to grab some beers. He handed Sam one and I grimaced, sitting down at the kitchen table. I hadn't had a beer or coffee for over two months. I was going through withdrawal. I missed having a casual beer with my guys. It'd be nice if they gave it up too, as not to tease me. But did they? No. As I mentioned earlier: Jerk offs.
"Here." Dean handed me an assortment of pills and a cup of apple juice.
I pushed through the pills and identified them as calcium, pre-natal vitamins, regular vitamins and Tums; I'm guessing for my stomach ache. I took a small sip of the apple juice and continued to push the pills around on the table until I made a shape. I was horribly starting to feel like a cancer patient with all these pills to take.
I put a hand on my stomach and scowled. "I really don't feel good." I said quietly and Dean pulled up a chair next to mine as Sam sat down at the table. He put his beer down and gently rubbed my back.
"If you feel like your gonna vomit don't take the pills yet. Just wait till the nausea passes."
"It seemed like it never goes away." I muttered and shook my head. I didn't think I was going to throw up, although worrying about that made the constant tickle in my nose die down. Weird. I guess it was because I wasn't thinking about it. "You know that nurse was probably right, I'm feeling sick all the time because of my stress level being so high."
"One of these days, when we don't have a case, we'll just have a relaxing day off. Okay?" Dean asked me and I knew right then he was promising it to me.
I looked up at Sam and Dean and Sam poked his head up from behind his laptop. "Maybe right after this case is all over? We can go and do whatever you want to." Dean nodded and I smiled, getting up to sit on his lap.
"Thanks guys, I'd really appreciate that." I sniffled and let out that sneeze that had been stuck. Sam handed me a tissue and I rubbed my nose. "Thanks." After I blew my nose and crumpled the tissue in my hand, I looked at Dean who smiled at me gently and leaned in to kiss my neck. "Are we going into research mode now?"
"Not you, you're taking those pills and getting some sleep."
I looked at the clock. "It's only nine and besides, I know you're not going to bed." I smiled at him and then pouted. "And you know how I hate to sleep without you." I teased and Dean chuckled, tickling my sides.
"Well then I'll just have to research in bed as you fall asleep won't I?"
I giggled and nodded, kissing his head. "Yes, please."
"Well there might not be a lot to research." Sam pointed out. "There were no traces of EMF, that's for sure."
"So, what do you think? Professor's just a jumper? The legend's just a legend?" I asked, rubbing my nose with the used tissue. I put it on the table and saw Sam's grimace. "I'll disinfect the table alright Germ-a-phob?"
"I don't know." Dean said, apparently not paying attention to what Sam and I had said to each other. "I mean, the girl the janitor described –- that's pretty weird." I took the pills with the juice and glared at the glass when I realized I couldn't taste anything. "We ought to check out the history of the building. See if any co-ed ganked herself there."
Sam nodded, clicking something on his computer. He then looked extremely frustrated and closed it with a slam. "Dude, were you on my computer?"
I raised my eyebrows and looked at Dean, who was scrunching his eyebrows. "No."
"Oh, really?" Sam asked, turning the laptop and pulling it open. My eyes widened at the site that it was open on. "'Cause it's frozen now, on…busty Asian beauties .com?"
I cleared my throat and looked away, feeling awkward. "Wow…those were um…definitely real." I then realized the connection between Dean and the laptop and the porn site and punched him hard on the arm. "What the hell are you looking at Asians for on the laptop Dean?" My voice screeched on his name and Dean groaned, covering his ears.
"Innocent until proven guilty!"
"Really? Cause I'd like to think it's the other way around. Who else has a kink for that kind of crap Dean?"
"Would you just –- don't touch my stuff anymore, okay?" Sam asked him, snapping and closing the laptop again.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Why don't you control your OCD?"
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"Alright, let's not bring that up again." Dean interrupted and Sam hesitated, looking at him.
"You do realize you keep interrupting right?" I asked, trying not to laugh as he looked at me slowly. "Its very rude." I smiled at him as he planted a firm kiss on my lips. "You're going to get sick." I warned, pushing on his chest as he ended the kiss.
"Your words say you're so worried about it but your tongue didn't seem to mind during that kiss."
I blushed a deep pink and Dean chuckled while Sam grimaced and Bobby just looked damn uncomfortable.
"Okay…" Bobby said after a moment. "But did you dig up anything about the building? Or on the suicidal co-ed?"
Sam ran a hand over his face. "No. The history's clean."
Bobby shrugged. "Then it's not a haunting."
Dean shrugged and played with the ends of my hair. "Maybe not. To tell you the truth, we're not really sure."
"What do you mean, you're not sure?" Bobby asked, adjusting his trucker hat on his head.
I sighed and leaned against Dean's shoulder, picking up seconds of cinnamon before my nose clogged again. "Well, this next part –- we didn't see it happen ourselves, exactly, but…it's pretty friggin' weird. Even for us."
And believe me, the Winchesters and I knew weird.
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