Incoming... DeanxOC! Also, if you haven't gone to check out my Bonus Material, look for my other story, Story of Keigh: Bonus Material. You will get an exclusive chance to observe key scenes from other points of view, like Gabriel and now Dean.

Also, sorry for not posting for months a few chapters back. I've gotten back into writing now that my school year is over, so I have several more chapters written now. It's easier while I'm working with an episode in some ways, because there's more material to work with, but also more work.

Dean and Keigh are so cute! I hope you ship.

Entry 30

I decided to go, so I met Dean and Sam at the hotel in the morning. We're staying at the Pines, the same motel that the Winchesters stayed at so many years ago. I'm staying at Crowley's, because I can teleport, so there's really no point getting a room. Also, it would be a little awkward, especially since Dean likes one-night stands and I have a crush on him. Needless to say, one-night stands aren't my thing. I would rather be friends with Dean for decades and never get involved with him than have him for a weekend only to get dumped when he finds a new case or a prettier girl. And I don't want Tommy in some strange hotel in a town with a case, with only me to protect him. So I'm just going to come in days.

Dean and Tommy and I are waiting in the car while Sam talks to the girl. Dean says Sam's the best at that stuff. I can see Dean being bad at talking to people, and it's probably most productive one-on-one, so I'm fine with it. The good news is it gives me a chance to talk to Dean and show off my new baby. Dean is totally in love with Tommy, by the way. It's kinda weird but definitely adorable watching Mr. Macho Dean turn into a sixteen-year-old girl every time he sees a baby. It's like he forgets anybody is watching.

Unfortunately, it's way too hard to remember that Dean is a heartless, immature brat about girls when he's cooing over my baby and being sincere and stuff. It's so cute! Somebody explain to me how I'm supposed to ignore that.

Dean caught me staring at him. He winked and went right back to Tommy. He can be so arrogant. But the way his hair flips is so perfect! But he tries to "gank" all monsters. And I'm on that list. But what if I wasn't? What if he forgot I'm a half Leviathan and actually liked me? Would I want that? Would I really want to date Dean Winchester? "Dean and Keigh Winchester," I thought. "Huh. Keigh Winchester. I dunno." I like Dean, but maybe not as a boyfriend. But the only way I'm going to know would be to let him take me on a date.

So I patted Tommy's hair, looked up at Dean, and said softly, "Hey, Dean."

"Yeah, Keigh, what is it?" asked Dean. He did that thing with his eyes where he squints up at you, and you know he's trying to say that he's listening.

"I had a crush on you. In high school," I blurted. "I, uh- kinda still think you're cute."

"Kinda, huh?" said Dean. "Well, uh- that's nice."

"Yeah," I said. "It is. I don't mind liking you. You can be annoying and thick sometimes, but you're not a bad guy."

Dean raised his eyebrows. "I'm a guy," he agreed.

"Oh, stop it," I said lightheartedly.

Dean frowned. "I thought you just said you liked me."

I slapped him lightly. "Be sensible, Dean," I said. "I like the real you. Flirt away, but I don't promise to swoon over your idiotic pickup lines."

Dean thought about that. "Hey, that's cool," he said.

Sam came out of the building and headed our way.

"Heya, Sammy," said Dean, smiling and winking at me. "What'd ya find on your- super important research call?"

I wanted to smack him again, but I didn't want to overuse that technique.

Sam looked back and forth at us. "I believe her," he said. Dean nodded. I had the feeling they were talking about me- or us, although the words were about the case.

"You still think it was a demon?" I asked.

"Well, there wasn't any black smoke or sulfur smell," Sam admitted. "But otherwise, it sounds like a pretty typical case of demon possession."

"Maybe it's just not a demon," Dean suggested, focused on Sam now. "I mean, kids can be vicious."

"Or it could be a lot of other things," I pointed out. "I know you guys like to focus on one possible explanation at a time, but we really don't know what this is. It doesn't sound like a demon to me. There's really nothing interesting about the school or the town. Coupla suicides, maybe, and some drug stuff, but not more than usual."

Dean gave me a calculating glance. I forgot, having grown up demon is probably a problem for him. Here I go, back on his monster list. Ruby would've said something mouthy and defensive, but I stood my ground. There was no point holding back my perspective when it could help us work the case, and I'd said nothing wrong.

Something in my gaze must've impressed Dean, because he shrugged, nodded and smiled at me. For like four whole seconds. Sam coughed.

"I'm sorry," said Dean quickly. "What were we- oh, yeah. So, uh, if it's not a demon, then what do you think it is?"

I shrugged. "Anything. Anything that can possess somebody. A ghost, demon, pagan god, shifter, who knows? Could even be a new kind of monster. Could be a Khan worm. It could be anything really. A better question might be, why this school? That's where a ghost might make more sense."

"Well, whether it's a ghost or not, it sounds like we definitely need to check out the school," Sam said. "So, what's our cover?"

"Seriously," said Dean. "The school. Heh."

"Yeah," I said. "Truman High. Old memories, huh?"

"Pretty much," Dean agreed. "We went there for like a month, 'bout a million years ago. Sammy, why you so jazzed to go back?"

"I'm not. I just think it's part of the case," Sam said.

"Hey, it's fine with me," said Dean. "How do we want to do this, FBI? Homeland Security? Swedish exchange students?"

"Hah, what about Tommy?" I asked. "Does he look Swedish to you?"

"Kinda," said Dean defensively.

"Don't worry about it. I got an idea," said Sam.