Chapter 8:
I got out of the shower and towel dried my dark brown hair. I looked at my reflection in the small mirror of my bathroom. My hair was slightly wavy and thick and came down to the middle of my back, I had blue eyes and long lashes, Mom always said my eyes were my best quality. I look like my Mom, I got her hair, nose and jawline, but my eyes and mouth were like my Dad. I looked away and brushed away the sad feeling I always got when I thought about my parents. I quickly grabbed a plain black t-shirt and a pair of skinny jeans with rips on the knees, and strapped on my black boots.
I checked in the guest room, Sam was gone but the clothes he wore yesterday were on top of the duffel bag and his bed was made. I heard the sound of Sam and Dean arguing over who got the remote. I walked downstairs and they were sitting on the couch with bowls of cereal, watching a soap opera that I used to watch with my Mom called Dr. Sexy M.D. Dean looked absorbed in the show while Sam looked at the TV blankly with a annoyed look on his face.
"Glad you boys made yourselves at home." I said as I walked into the living room. Sam looked up and smiled while Dean just nodded, still engrossed with the TV show. I walked into the kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee and grabbed the research I had gotten so far and my laptop. I sat down at the kitchen table, opened my laptop and started going over my research.
Sam put his bowl in the sink and sat down at the table next to me. He opened up one of the files and started reading without a word. A few minutes later Dean brought his bowl over to the sink and sat down across from Sam.
"So the main jist of the case is that there have been three deaths spanning over three weeks at the local motel, one took a nosedive off of the roof, one drowned in the bathtub and the third fell down the stairs and snapped his neck. All in different rooms, no connections between any of the victims." I said to both of them. "So I went to the scenes and there was EMF through the roof, but the motel is literally a month old, no one had died there, and it was just a piece of land that people used to let there dogs shit. No way there could be a ghost there."
Sam spoke, looking up from the file, "She's right Dean, her research goes back to the first year the town was founded, it was literally just a piece of grassland that no one bought. It was once a playground, but no one bothered to take care of it so someone built a motel for the tourists."
Dean snorted, "What tourists? This place in the middle of no where." I laughed, "You got me, I have lived here all my life and nothing exciting has happened since the worlds biggest ball of twine passed through here in 2001." I replied. Sam and Dean both chuckled.
"Well maybe Dean and I should question the manager, see if anything strange had happened before the deaths, see if we could get the security tapes and list of people staying there in the past month." Sam suggested.
"And how do you think they would give all that to you?" I asked, confused. Sam and Dean both pulled out FBI badges, "Hi I'm Special Agent Angus and this is my partner Special Agent Young." Dean said in a lower, more serious voice but he and Sam were smiling.
"Angus Young? Really? Nobody has picked up on that yet?" I laughed. "That is awesome! How have I not thought of that? Where did you get those?" I started bombarding them with questions, curious to learn how to be a better hunter.
"We get them from Bobby, also if there are any problems you ask him to call your supervisor, hand him this card and Bobby will pick up." Sam said handing me a small card with an official looking seal and phone number.
"I need to start doing that!" I said to myself. Making a mental note to call Bobby later. "OK well I need to see you boys in suits before I leave here." I said sitting on the couch. They laughed and walked upstairs to grab their stuff.
10 minutes later they walked down, and my jaw hit the floor. I do not think I had seen anyone more handsome than them. I started to feel self conscious they were so good looking. They looked at me, waiting for a reaction. I closed my mouth and walked over to Dean and started to fix his tie, "What, were you raised in a barn?" I said, my voice cracking a bit. He gave me a smug smile. I walked over to Sam and started to fix his, well I got on a chair and started to fix his. I am 5 foot 5, he is 6 foot 4. When I was done I pulled his tie and kissed him, he smiled against my lips. I pulled away, smiling and said, "Well I can die happy."
"Well while you guys are interrogating the manager I'll grab some lunch, there is this pizza place just 15 minutes from here. Any toppings you guys want?" I said grabbing my car keys.
"Pepperoni!" "Bacon!" They said at the same time. "Alright see you later!" I laughed and walked out the door.
