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"This is her place, right?" Dean asked over his shoulder.
"Yeah," I answered as I double-checked the address Garth had texted me earlier this morning.
Until this morning I had never known about the brief relationship that had existed between Garth and Becky. Apparently they went on a few dates, but as Garth had told me in his text this morning, she only ever found ways to bring the conversation back to Sam.
Dean reached out and landed a knock on the door. He cleared his throat three times in succession as we waited and kept shifting his weight from one foot to the other. I glanced over at Sam and saw he had his back to the apartment door. He was slouched over and determinedly zipping and unzipping his jacket repeatedly. It was obvious he didn't want to be here. The sound of the door opening next to me caught my attention and I turned back to see a cute, dark blonde woman standing there with her mouth and eyes wide open.
Dean shot the girl an uncomfortably forced smile. "Hey Becky."
"Sam?" She called out in disbelief, entirely ignoring Dean. Her face fell when he only offered her a quick wave before staring back down at his jacket. "What're you guys doing here?" she asked, her attention finally focusing on Dean.
Dean cleared his throat yet again, something I was staring to realize was a habit of his when he was uncomfortable.
"We're looking for something we were told you might have," he told her.
"Oh," she said softly, the expression on her face looked like one of disappointment. Her gaze turned to me and I noticed her eyeing me up and down with an unsure look on her face.
"Who's she?" Becky asked trying hard not to sound like she really cared.
"Sierra," I told her, "I'm a fellow hunter."
A smile eased its way onto her lips after a moment of her eyes darting between Sam and I.
"Come in, I was just about to make dinner. Are you hungry? Would you guys like to stay?" Becky asked hopefully as she let us inside.
"No thanks, Becky, we're just here for some manuscripts," Dean told her in a business-like tone.
"Right," she said, her face falling yet again as her eyes darted to Sam who was still trying hard to remain unnoticed as he tugged a string on the hem of his shirt. "Are you talking about those unpublished works by Chuck?"
"Yes, do you still have them?" Dean asked hopefully.
Becky nodded her head slowly. "They're just in my room, I'll go grab them."
I watched her retreat down a hallway before my eyes scanned around the room. The apartment was small but it looked cozy. The kitchen and living room area we were standing in was one open space. As I was scanning along the framed pictures decorating her living room, my eyes stopped on one hid slightly behind a few others. The white wedding dress was what had caught my eye. I stared at it for a moment. Did she really have a framed photo of her and Sam from their fake Vegas wedding?
"You're unusually quiet over there," Dean said.
I turned my attention back to the brothers and saw Dean smirking at Sam.
"I could have stayed in the Impala and you two could have done this on your own," Sam replied, clearly not amused.
Dean only grinned wider. "She would probably be less cooperative without you here. She's clearly still into you." Dean glanced over to me and added on, "Not that you have anything to worry about."
"She seems normal," I admitted to the two. "Minus what looks like a wedding photo over here."
Sam's eyes immediately shot up. "Where?"
I picked up the photo that was sitting on the shelves holding DVDs and other picture frames. Sam crossed the distance quickly, grabbed the photo out of my hands, shook his head wordlessly, and shoved the entire frame into his jacket pocket.
"Saving it for later?" Dean teased his brother as Sam returned to where he had been standing by the door.
"Shut up, jerk," Sam grunted out.
For some reason Dean smiled before he muttered the word 'bitch' to his brother. They seemed to share a brief look before Becky reappeared with a box in her hands.
"They should all be in here," Becky said before reluctantly handing the box over to Dean. "What do you need them for?"
"We're on a case," Dean half-lied easily, "and we got a tip that there might be something helpful in these."
An awkward silence filled the room. I made my way back over towards the brothers and noted the way Becky was staring intently at Sam.
"So, uh, how have you guys been?" Becky asked, her question clearly directed at him.
Dean shot me a look and rolled his eyes.
"The same as always," Dean answered, "Seen better days though."
Becky's eyes maintained fixed on Sam as she chewed her lip. "You sure you guys don't want to stay for dinner?"
Finally Sam spoke up. "Look Becky, we appreciate you helping us out here but we're in a bit of a rush." When he saw the look of disappointment on her face he quickly and half-heartedly tacked on, "It was nice seeing you though, glad you're doing alright."
Becky's face immediately lit up and the largest smile covered her face. "Will you guys be around here for awhile?"
"No, we're actually heading out once we leave. Which we should probably do now. Long drive ahead of us," Sam said in a rush, his right hand reaching for the doorknob behind him.
"Will I see you guys again?" Becky called out desperately after Sam.
Sam was halfway to the elevator by the time Dean and I had made it out of her apartment after him. Becky stood in the doorway watching Sam's large retreating form.
"Come back anytime guys!" she called out after us.
Sam was holding the elevator by the time we reached it.
"That was awkward," Dean stated with a grin on his face.
Sam shot his brother a look.
"She clearly hasn't forgotten about you, Sammy boy!" Dean teased before letting out a chuckle. "Must have been some honeymoon!"
The word 'honeymoon' caused me to snap my head in Sam's direction.
"You slept with her?" I asked in disbelief before I could stop myself.
Dean's grin vanished, "No I was just—"
Sam cut his brother off. "No, he's just being annoying. Her idea of a honeymoon was dragging me to some cabin and tying me to a bed so she could drug me with some more of a love potion."
"Sounds kinky," Dean chortled.
Sam shot his brother another look before glancing back to me. "Nothing ever happened."
"I'm sure she still fantasizes about it though," Dean muttered.
Sam erupted into a fit of coughs which immediately put an end to all Dean's teasing words. The coughing fit wasn't one of the bad ones where he coughed up blood, and thankfully it was short-lived.
"Hopefully Crowley didn't lie to us and there's something useful in there," I said pointing at the box in Dean's hands.
"We'll find out when we get back to the bunker," Dean replied, his gaze fixated on the papers scattered about the box.
The elevator doors opened and we filed out, making our way out of the building and out to where the Impala was parked. When he spotted a trashcan outside the building, Sam made his way over and tossed the picture he took from Becky's apartment into the garbage.
Once at the Impala, Sam and I climbed into our usual places while Dean placed the box of Chuck's unpublished works in the backseat with me. I eyed them momentarily while I thought about the pages Charlie had told me about a couple weeks ago, the ones where Sam met some woman in a bar that was a perfect description of me. Part of me was curious to read them.
"How about a food stop before we get out of here?" Dean suggested suddenly. "I'm starving."
"When aren't you?" Sam joked seeming in good spirits now that we were out of Becky's apartment.
Dean shot his brother a grin and I could see him holding back from making another teasing jape about Becky.
We drove around the town for a few minutes looking for a diner and eventually settled on one that had a parking space right out in front. Dean was pleased with the spot since he would be able to keep an eye on his car while he ate.
Sam stayed in the car a minute after Dean had gotten out which caused me to pause with my hand on the door handle. He turned around and looked back at me, a sheepish look on his face.
"Sorry if that was weird back there," he said.
I smiled reassuringly at him. "I hunt the supernatural, Sam. Meeting your ex-wife doesn't make it very high on the chart of what's weird."
"I just hope you weren't too uncomfortable because of that, especially since I hadn't mentioned it before."
"You looked more uncomfortable than me," I told him. "It's fine though, really. Dean explained a little about the situation before we left to come out here."
Sam cleared his throat and glanced down at his hands for a moment. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Dean heading back to the car with an impatient look on his face.
"I noticed you introduced yourself as just a fellow hunter," Sam said.
His eyes met mine again and he purposefully held my gaze. I could feel my heart racing at the look he was giving me, but before he could say anymore Dean was knocking on the passenger window.
"Come on," Dean's muffled voice came through the closed window to Sam's right, "are we going to eat or sit here all night?"
"We should probably go in," Sam said reluctantly before opening the door and getting out.
I stared at Sam's back for a moment, wondering about what he might have said if Dean hadn't just interrupted our conversation. I let out a frustrated sigh before getting out of the car myself and following the brothers into the diner.