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Very Stealthy, Dean
"So we're back at square one," Dean looked back at his brother who was poking around in the small fridge, "I hate square one." He took a seat at the small circular table in front of the window of their motel room. He carefully un-wrapped his cheeseburger that was loaded with everything: pickles, onions, bacon, lettuce, tomatoes, and some other unrecognizable condiments. With one large bite, that was nearly half the sandwich, he began to devour it.
Sam never knew how his brother could stuff his face full of that greasy processed mess and not feel the repercussions. He always thought to himself, though, that Dean would eventually have a heart attack if he didn't slow down. Sam finally decided on his meal. He grabbed a can of Dr. Pepper and his turkey and cheese sandwich, on white, from two days ago.
With his mouth full Dean began to speak again, "I think we should look into Becky, snoop around and see if we can dig up some skeletons, so to speak."
"What do you propose we do, she's just recently moved here. I doubt there would be much of anything on her, record wise." Sam said as he took his seat across from Dean. He lifted his can of Dr. Pepper to his pink lips to take a long refreshing sip, only to discover that the can was leaking from the side and on to his pants. He quickly propped the can back up on the table and quickly reached over to snatch Dean's napkins. Sam began to blot at the mess that accumulated on his pants.
"You need a bib, too?"
Sam considered what he said and tilted the can examining the sides, after finding the source of the leak he looked over at his brother, "you put a hole in the side of my can?"
"You woke me up at four am this morning. Pay back is a bitch!" Dean said followed by another bite of his messy sandwich.
Sam nodded in agreement as he leaned back in his seat, "yeah it—," the chair snapped in two causing him to plummet backwards onto the floor.
Dean almost choked on his sandwich when he saw Sam's feet fly over his head, "What was that, little brother?" He asked as he peeked under the table at Sam. His laughter turned into a roar when he saw Sam's face turn beat red.
"You took the screws out," Sam stated as he remained on the floor staring up at the corroded ceiling.
Dean licked his finger and marked his victory on the invisible board in front of him, "Yep, I believe that puts me in the lead. Why don't you just cave in?"
"No truce," Sam got up and headed over to the bed to retrieve his duffle bag from the floor. He grabbed a pair of pants and headed into the bathroom.
"Oh, come on, don't pout!" He called after his brother.
The sound of the toilet seat being put down made a small grin creep into the corner of Dean's lips, "Wait for it… wait for it."
Within moments there was a yell that came from behind the bathroom door, "Damn it!"
Dean got up off of his chair and bowed to the invisible audience; he marked another victory in the air. He stated, "Vaseline on the toilet seat."
After thirty minutes Sam reemerged from the bathroom with his brown shaggy hair soaking wet.
"What happened, did you fall in? I was getting a bit worried that you were going to stay in there for the rest of the night."
"No, I had to take a bath because someone got Vaseline on the seat." Sam punched his brother hard in the arm before he made his way over to the bed to take a seat. He looked over at the chair that he had been sitting in the backrest a few feet from the seat itself. He shook his head in mere defeat.
While rubbing his arm to console the pain, "Alright, alright, anyway, I think I should go over and maybe take a look around Becky's house. Yah know, break out a little of my James Bond spy knowledge."
"Do you want me to go?" Sam asked as he got up on his feet.
"Sammy, that's sweet of you to offer."
Sam rolled his eyes before he continued, "We're not really sure that she's involved. If you go by yourself-"
Dean quickly cut him off, "All the more reason to go spy, don't yah think? Besides, I can handle it." He got up from his seat and grabbed his leather jacket popping the collar up. "It'll give you time to do research and maybe even work up a comeback. If I have any problems, sweetie, I'll call." He winked at his brother before exiting the motel room.
The lights were still on in the house when Dean pulled in to the side street so he could see her from a safe distance. He watched as one by one the lights went out in the house; she was leaving. He opened the glove compartment and withdrew a small pair of black binoculars to get a closer look through the windows. He scanned the windows back and forth, stopping when he spotted her descending the stairs.
Becky made her way into the side room, paused, and made small adjustments to her black cocktail dress. She smiled sweetly and ran her delicate fingers across the strand of pearls adorning her neck. He watched as she grabbed her purse and headed outside, taking a brief look both ways before getting into her '99 red Mustang convertible.
"Going out on the town, huh?" He spoke softly to himself.
Dean put the binoculars back into the compartment and opened the door to get out. With a slight jog he made his way to the back of her house searching for the perfect place to enter. It didn't take him long before he spotted a ladder made out of white lattice that he could use to get to the second story window.
The crescent moon illuminated the bedroom just enough to see the wooden floorboards in the bedroom. He pushed the window up, but with all the pressure he put on the ladder, it began to buckle and shift underneath him.
He made his move just in time as the ladder started to crack; he shimmied his way through the window into the bedroom. In a whisper he spoke to himself, "let's see what you're hiding."
Dean felt around in his pockets for his black mag flashlight. He turned it on and began to scan the room for a good place to start. The bedroom was the typical female room with clothes thrown array, makeup cluttering the vanity, and a full length mirror.
His flashlight stopped on a stack of papers, bills, and other miscellaneous items that were on the top of her bedroom dresser. Rummaging through it at a rapid pace, he tried to keep everything in a reasonable order; to his disappoint he found nothing incriminating.
At the sound of something jumping to the floor from the bed behind him, he turned around and knocked over her jewelry box scattering everything into the floor. He drew his Colt .45 and shined the light down on the moving object only to discover a small tabby cat sitting in the floor in front of him.
"Real stealthy there, Dean," he said as he placed the gun down to the side of the mess. He squatted and began to place the pieces back into her mahogany jewelry box. The cat purred as it rubbed its body against Dean's leg. When he was putting the last piece back into the box he reached over and gave the cat a light pat on the head.
He got back up on his feet and placed the jewelry box back on the dresser where he found it. He leaned over and grabbed his gun from the floor, then, in his peripheral, he spotted something run by the door in the hallway.
Dean slowly rounded the corner, colt aimed ready to fire, after taking a swift look to check to see if anything was there before he proceeded. He made a few strides towards the end of the hallway when he heard something coming up behind him. He turned around only to have his face meet with a metal, in the shape of a lion's head, bookend.
Dean collapsed to the floor landing on his back. His eyes tried to adjust to the pain and the shadowy figure hovering over him. His vision blurred even more as the figure moved to kneel down beside him. When the figure stopped and lowered itself closer to his face he knew just who it was.
It was Becky.
A/N: In the classic words of Scooby Doo, Ruh oh! I hope you enjoyed this. Reviews are wonderful.