CHAPTER 9

Leigh was sitting in the back foyer of the manor. She was gazing out the window when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around and saw Sam standing behind her. He gave her a small smile and sat next to her. They sat in silence for a while. Not awkward, not comfortable, just silence.

"I don't hate you, ya know." Leigh said, finally speaking.

"I kinda stabbed you, I would understand if you did." He said meeting her eyes. Leigh just laughed. "How is that funny?"

"No, no its not. Well yeah actually, it kinda is." She said with a small chuckle.

"I'm still not seeing the funny." He said giving Leigh a confused look.

"Well, last night you stabbed me and now here we are," she gestured to the room "chatting away."

"So you're really not mad at me?"

"I was pissed last night, but mostly I think I was confused. Then again if I was a hunter and someone threw me into a wall using telekinesis, my mind would probably jump to 'bad'."

"Yeah I'm not really the talk first hit later type."

"I noticed. Why is that?"

"I was raised by Dean; raised a hunter." Leigh nodded in understanding. "Dean thinks you have 'trust issues'." He said changing the subject.

"Maybe I do." She said with a careless shrug.

"Don't trust easily?" he questioned.

"I trust too easily. At least I used to, but then I always got let down. Now I'm between trusting too easily and not trusting anybody."

"Bad foster homes?"

"No they were great. I was the messed up one. Apparently I was violent."

"You don't seem very violent."

"I'm not, I don't think so anyway. Why am I even telling you all of this?"

"You trust easily." He said with a small smile and nudged her arm lightly with his elbow. Leigh couldn't help but smile.

"Look, Paige, I didn't mean, uh, I'm sorry about what I said." Dean said awkwardly.

"What you said which time?" Paige quipped.

"Come on, I'm trying to apologise here." Dean replied.

"That must be difficult for you."

"Actually, it is. I'm sorry for what I said about good witches and all that fairy-tale crap not existing."

"Well you're forgiven since I'm guessing that's the best apology I'm going to get out of you."

"Oh it is princess." He said and winked.

"And he's back." Paige said with a roll of her eyes. "So, can I just ask, why are you guys here? You're obviously not from around here."

"Heard about this couple eating each other, thought there'd be something supernatural goin on."

"That's what I thought! My sisters disagree though. But it's just not normal; I mean eating each other? That is just…ew."

"Exactly, it could just be cannibalism but it could be something else. I thought it might be a possession of some sort."

"I could ask Darryl for any info he might have." Paige offered.

"Who's Darryl?"

"A friend of ours, he's a cop. He's helped us out with some demon-ey things before."

"Okay sure, and while you do that Sammy checks out the crime scene and I pay the morgue a visit." He said with a cheery grin.

"How, it's a crime scene only cops' and people involved with the case are allowed there."

"Say hello to federal agent Segar." Dean smiled and pulled out a fake ID.

"That's illegal." Paige said, shocked.

"I figured you to have a thing for bad boys." Dean replied with a wink.

"Bad, yes; felons, no." she said crossing her arms.

"Same thing sweetheart."

"You're all charm aren't you?" she said, although it was more of an accusation than a question.

"I try." He said smugly.

"Maybe a little too hard."

"I'm only too hard with you around."

"Wow, you actually just went there."

"I did. Now, I'm gonna go check out a dead body." He said and left the attic for the staircase with Paige close behind.

"I really think you shouldn't, or at least let us see what Darryl says first."

"No can do princess."

"Why not?"

"Because by that time someone else could be dead."