"So we're gonna check out the previous tennant after this, right?" Sam looked down at the name and address scrawled on a slip of paper he held in his hand. "Dean."
"What?" Dean snapped.
"Did you hear what I said?" Sam asked his distracted brother.
"What? No, what're you saying?" Dean tore his eyes away from where Beck stood in the next room to meet his brother's eyes. She'd gone over to get some information from the manager of the hotel at which they were investigating a murder, and she'd been forced to resort to foul play. The fitted dress and blazer she wore accentuated her figure, which the manager took no shame in noticing. Even from where he stood, he could see Beck twirling a finger round a bit of hair and chewing on her lip as she listened to the manager. He watched as she smiled brilliantly, leaning toward the man a bit and laughing as she asked him something.
Dean's fists clenched as he watched from the corner of his eyes.
"Dean, she's just getting information out of him, relax." Sam said with a chuckle at his brother's ridiculousness.
"What? Yeah I know." Dean said with a forced carelessness, trying to shake off his burning jealousy.
"He says that both murders happened in room 231, which happens to be the same one we found out that murder in 1939 happened in." Beck said, marching over. The heels she wore made a sharp sound against the tile of the hotel's lobby.
"Is that all he said?" Dean snarled, glaring over her shoulder at the manager who was none too subtly watching her walk away, his eyes obviously somewhere improper.
"What?" Beck asked confused.
"Dean's struggling with some jealousy issues." Sam informed her amusedly.
"Ooh I see." Beck smirked. "Well get over it pretty boy, we've got a rogue reaper to deal with." She spun on her heel and headed toward the car, where the three were supposed to meet Beth.
The two girls sat in the backseat on the way to the home of the last person to rent room 231. Beck wiggled into her jeans and pulled off a fancy struggle to get back into her t shirt without showing any skin, which had Dean glancing into his rear view quite often.
"So Beth, you get to hit on the next dude for details." Beck said matter of factly as she pulled her sneakers back on.
"I'm not as good at it as you are." Beth argued.
"Well I'm not doing it again." Beck said as she finished tying her shoe.
"Let's hope it's a woman." Beth replied.
