Chapter 25
Dean and I were headed to talk to the police officer who had been in charge of the latest investigation. Dean was wearing his suit (and looking very sexy in it) and I was wearing mine as well only I had my skirt instead of pants. We were posing as FBI agents and I smirked when I noticed Dean glaring at all the men who he caught staring at me. It was cute how jealous and protective he got of me.
Dean held the door open for me and I left the heat outside and felt the rush of cool air. He put his hand on the small of my back and led me to the lady sitting behind the front desk. She looked up at us and stared at Dean in awe. I rolled me eyes.
I took my badge out of my purse and flashed it to her, Dean following suit. She snapped out of her fantasy.
"I'm Agent Scialfa and this is my partner Agent Springsteen." I said. Dean smirked at the names I chose but either she didn't notice or she was paying too much attention to him that she didn't hear what I said. Or maybe she just had no clue. She looked like the boy band type.
"Can I help you?" She asked Dean. I rolled my eyes again. I'm surprised that I don't suffer from eye strains or anything. I roll my eyes a lot around Dean.
"We'd like to talk to the officer in charge of the disappearances. We're investigating the case now." Dean said. She nodded and picked up the phone, dialing a few numbers before telling whoever was on the other line that we were waiting for them.
"Officer Vargas will come to get you shortly." She said. We nodded and stepped away from the desk. Dean had his back to her and I could see her looking over her computer to stare at him. I cleared my throat.
"Don't you have work to do?" I asked rudely. What? She was staring at my boyfriend. I know he's really good looking, but damn, you'd do the same thing.
Dean smirked at me and I glared at him. He was about to say something when a large man in a police uniform came out into the lobby.
"Agents?" He asked. We nodded. "Follow me."
We followed him to his office and he motioned for us to take a seat in front of his desk. He sat down and waited for us to do the same. Dean opted to stand behind my chair, like he normally did.
"What can I do for you?" He asked. He seemed a little nervous, but that was probably because he thought we were really FBI. It's not like we were going to tell him the truth.
"We'd like to know everything you've found out about the disappearances." Dean said. Vargas nodded and pulled a file out of his drawer. He passed it over his desk and I grabbed it. I started flipping through it as he spoke.
"All the disappearances happen in the same area but at different times of the day. We've checked all the security cameras within a mile radius but there's nothing there. One minute the person is there and then they walk through a place where the cameras can't see and the people don't show up again."
"Did you investigate the area they were disappearing from?" I asked, reading the file. I made sure to mentally note that there was a putrid smell recorded in the area.
"Of course," Vargas snapped, a obviously insulted.
"She was just asking," Dean said. "It's our job."
"Right," he said.
"Are there any witnesses that we can talk to? Somebody must have noticed that these people disappeared in the street randomly." Dean said.
"No witnesses." Vargas said. Dean and I sighed. It looked like we'd be watching the spot in the Impala for god knows how long.
"Are there any entrances to the sewers near this spot?" Dean asked. Vargas shook his head.
"All right," I said, standing up. We weren't going to get much more information. They didn't know anything. I took out my fake business card and made sure the name was right. I handed it to Vargas. "Make sure you call if you find out anything else."
"Aren't you going to give me the file back?" He asked. Dean and I turned to stare at him and he backed down. "We have it all in the database, anyway."
Dean and I left, with the file, and drove back to the motel.
"So maybe this thing can fly?" I said, following Dean into our room. "Since there's no video of them being snatched and taken away anywhere and there are no sewer entrances nearby."
"It's a possibility." Dean said. "We're looking for a flying stinky creature who likes to steal people."
I shrugged and grabbed my laptop and sat on our bed. "Shouldn't be that hard to figure out."
Dean started tugging at his tie and I was surprised he had lasted so long with it on. He grabbed some clothes out of his duffel and started to change. I whistled as he undid his belt and he laughed.
"You giving me a strip tease?" I asked, shutting my laptop a little so I could see him better. He grinned and started to undress a little slower. "Rawr."
He undid his jacket and dropped it on the floor and he snapped his belt after he took it off, throwing it on the floor too. When he unbuttoned his shirt he twirled it above his head and threw it at me. It landed right on my head and I pulled it off. It smelled amazing; like leather, nutmeg, and his cologne. I held it to my nose and smiled into it as he kicked off his shoes and let his pants fall to the ground.
I wished I had some dollar bills on me to tuck into his boxers and I smirked as he got on the bed and started crawling towards me.
"You know there's a dress code." He said. I licked my lips and couldn't believe how amazingly sexy he was.
"Is there?" I asked. He set my laptop onto the nightstand and unbuttoned my jacket.
"You can't be dressed when I'm not." He said. He smirked as he rolled my jacket off my shoulders and tossed it behind him. "You know you were really cute today when you got all jealous."
I smiled. "Well she was a slut."
He laughed and kissed me. "I don't think she was a slut."
"You're defending her?" I pouted. He shook his head.
"Absolutely not." He said. "She was the biggest slut I've ever seen."
I made a whipped noise and he growled, tearing my shirt apart. I didn't care that a few buttons had flown off - I could sew them on later. I only cared about pressing my lips to his and where his hand was going.
He bit my lip as he unzipped my skirt and I shimmied out of it. I almost went cross-eyed when his hand slipped my underwear to the side and I gripped his shoulders tightly. He smirked against my lips and I reached my hand down to him to repay the favor. He bit down harder when he felt my hand and he ducked his head down beside mine as he moaned. I felt his hot breath on my neck as we both worked each other to finishing.
"Dean," I whimpered. He started kissing my neck and I cursed him mentally. He knew just the right spots, and this time he found it right under my ear.
When we finished we were both a panting, sweaty mess. He was too tired to move off of me and I was too tired to push him. He moved his head back above mine and kissed me sweetly on the lips.
"You make me nervous," he breathed. I smiled and cocked my head.
"Why?" I was just as quiet and breathless than he was.
"No girl has ever," he paused and shook his head to make himself focus. I giggled. "That quickly, ever."
"And that makes you nervous?" I asked. He nodded. I kissed up and down his jaw line and heard him gulp.
"Can I ask you something?" He asked. He finally pushed himself off of me and I cuddled up next to him. "Just because I'm curious, more than anything."
"Sure," I said.
"I just, you're so great at that," he said. I smirked and threw my leg over him and straddled him. He smirked right back.
"Likewise," I told him.
"How many guys have you been with?" He asked. I sat up a little, still straddling him.
"I don't think I could tell you," I said, honestly. I was trying to count in my head, but I had honestly lost count a while ago. I grinned when I thought of Tommy in Idaho; he had been one of the kinkier ones.
"Why? I won't get jealous. I just wanna know where you learned some of that stuff." I laughed.
"I honestly don't know," I told him, biting my lip. Would he be mad? "I got tested all the time, and I was always protected, but I couldn't tell you how many guys."
He frowned.
"Are you mad?" I asked. He smiled softly and shook his head. He pulled my arms so that I would lie down on top of him and he wrapped his arms around my waist. I folded my arms across his chest and rested my chin on top of my hands so I could still see his face.
"No, I'm not mad," he said. I raised an eyebrow and he laughed. "Honestly. You always save the best for last, right?"
"Well how many girls have you slept with?" I asked. He narrowed his eyes in thought.
"Good point." I wondered where I ranked in his line-up of girls. It made me tense slightly. "What are you thinking about?"
I sighed. "If any of them were better than me."
"No," he said, shaking his head. "Do you want to know why?"
I nodded.
"Because I wasn't in love with them."
I bit my lip and stared at him in amusement and he stared, confusedly, right back.
"What?" He asked, whining a little. I let out a really unattractive snort of laughter.
"You are stupid corny sometimes," I snickered.
...
We finally got dressed and started to get to work. Dean was looking through my journal and I was searching on the internet on my laptop. Every once in a while Dean would annoyingly hum Scarborough Fair and I'd find something to throw at him
"It helped us, didn't it?" I exclaimed after the last time, throwing a pen at him and hitting him in the head. I laughed.
"Yeah, okay, whatever." He said, rubbing his head. I rolled my eyes. He was so immature sometimes. He sighed and closed the journal. "We should stake out the place and see if we find anything. Maybe we'll catch whatever it is in action."
I bit my lip and paused. "I don't know. That seems like a bad idea."
"Do you have a different idea? This thing could be anything."
"Exactly, which means we don't know how to defend ourselves against it." I said.
"But we're not getting anywhere with this researching. Not even your oh-so-amazing journal full of folk lyrics," I turned to find something to throw but there wasn't anything within reach that would do minimal damage, "has something that even remotely sounds like what we might be dealing with."
"That's because we don't have any useful information to begin with." He nodded.
"Exactly," he mocked me. "So we're going to have to find our own information."
I sighed and nodded, closing my laptop and tucking it under my arm. "You're right."
Dean grinned smugly and I knew he'd be bringing that up for a while. What an ego that boy has.
...
We parked across the street from where all the disappearances have been happening and while Dean was watching the spot with his binoculars I continued to search on my laptop. I was searching through lore and legends about disappearances when I remembered that the file specifically noted that a putrid smell was left over after the person went missing so I added that into the search. I immediately found what we were looking for.
"Foul creatures with the heads of old women and the bodies, wings, beaks, and claws of birds. They can fly with the speed of the wind and their feathers, which cannot be pierced, serve as armor. They snatch up mortals and carry them to the underworld, leaving behind a sickening odor." I read. Dean looked up.
"That sounds about right, what is it?" He asked.
"A Harpy." Dean frowned and flipped through my journal.
"You have something in here about harpies." He said. I grinned and crossed my arms in a cocky manner.
"Well that's because I'm so amazing." He rolled his eyes at me, which was a rare occurrence but I couldn't help but laugh.
"The only way to kill them is through their head. Everything else is covered by the armor feathers." I nodded and got a little excited.
"I can use my crossbow!" I exclaimed, clapping slightly. I hadn't been able to use it in a really long time, sue me for being excited. Dean nodded and looked up at me.
"I think that's the only way we'll be able to get rid of this thing, if it is a Harpy." I sighed and sat back in my seat. I took a sip of my milkshake while Dean went to the trunk of the car to grab my crossbow and his sawed-off, just in case. We rolled down the windows, hoping to catch a whiff of any horrible odors before the Harpy showed up.
We sat in the car for hours and the sun was completely below the horizon. I was a little worried about getting the right shot from where we were since I hadn't had much practice. I turned to Dean.
"I have to move." He glanced at me quickly before looking back in his binoculars.
"You're that antsy?" I shook my head.
"I'm not going to be able to get a clear shot from here." I got out of the car and brought the duffel with my crossbow with me. Dean quickly hurried out of the car to stop me.
"No!" He said, grabbing my arm. I looked around, up high and found the perfect spot on top of a parking lot building. I gave Dean a look.
"I haven't used this thing in a while and it'll be damn near impossible for me to get a good shot at that thing from down here." He sighed and rubbed his face. He shook his head.
"I'll come with you." He said, grabbing his sawed-off. I rolled my eyes.
"It'll be smarter if you stay down here with the Impala." He really didn't look happy about this. I sighed and kissed him softly. "I'll be fine, I promise. Nothing will happen to me."
"We need walkie-talkies or something," He muttered. "Or a dog." He brought his hands down and put them on my shoulders, staring me straight in the eye. "You call me if anything happens, all right? I mean anything."
I nodded. "I promise."
He kissed me again, harder than before, and he pulled away and got back into the car. He pulled out the second pair of binoculars for me and I grabbed them from him. I waved behind my back to him as I made my way to the top of the parking garage. I felt more comfortable trying to take a shot at the Harpy from up there. I was more liable to shoot an innocent bystander from the Impala and that was something that I would not be able to handle.
I found a perfect little cubby type space that I fit into and I set up my area and started watching the area without the binoculars. I knew Dean was probably killing himself for letting me go off on my own but we really didn't have a choice here.
I heard a scream and quickly lifted my crossbow as I started smelling a horrible odor. I saw the hideous creature swoop down and grab the person and I aimed for the aged head. I took my shot but missed and the arrow bounced off the Harpy's feathers.
"Shit," I reloaded my arrow but when I aimed there wasn't anything there. "Shit!"
My cell started vibrating and I pulled it out. "What?" I snapped.
"Woah, I was just calling to see if you hit it." Dean said. I sighed and rubbed my forehead.
"No," I said. "I had the perfect shot and I missed."
"It's all right," Dean said. He could probably tell I was pissed at myself. "Do you want to stake out longer?"
"Yes," I said. I was determined to shoot that disgusting creature if it was the last thing I did.
"All right, well I wasn't much help down here so I'm going to come up where you are, whether you like it or not." I agreed and hung up, setting the phone down beside me. I couldn't believe I missed that thing. Its ugly self was right there. Right there and I missed. I stood up and kicked the concrete wall, cursing when it hurt a lot more than I thought it would.
"You okay?" I turned and saw Dean coming up the stairs on the far other side of the roof.
"Yeah, just pissed off at myself." I could see his smile and it helped soothe me a little.
I heard a shriek again and turned to look up only to see it was right above me.
"Rose!" Dean started yelling as the Harpy grabbed me by its talons and started to take off. I struggled, reaching out for Dean, but the sharp talons dug into my shoulders. "Rosemary!"
"Dean!"
The scene below me, including Dean, vanished. I looked around and groaned when the Harpy dropped me in what looked like an abandoned warehouse. I covered my nose at the horrible stench and started to gag and winced at the pain in my shoulders. Blood was flowing freely and it was almost impossible to put enough pressure on both the wounds. The Harpy shrieked again and took off, vanishing just like I saw it before.
I slowly searched around the room. It was too dark to really make anything out but from what I could tell of the stench this seemed to be where it had been living.
"Hello?" I called out, gagging on the smell. I pulled my sweatshirt over my nose. "Is there anyone here?"
Nobody answered.
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I'm sooo sorry that it's taken me forever to update! I don't really have an excuse other than my brother bought me the new Sims 3 expansion pack for my birthday and I've been having fun making Dean and Sam and playing the new Ghost Hunter profession. But, to make up for it, the first 3 readers to tell me where Dean's and Rose's fake FBI names came from will get to be a guest character in the NEXT chapter! You have to get both names right and you have to tell me their relationship with each other, AND you have to tell me the answer in a very lovely comment. Good luck and talk to you all soon!
-Erin