Wayward •𝚂𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕•

nine

Everyone was silent, back in the car. They'd been headed to Junction City, Kansas, to follow up on a job a goofy hunter, Garth, had started.

They'd all taken shifts driving, as Dean insisted that they drive through the night. Likely because he didn't want to deal with a motel situation. Melody didn't care to, either.

About an hour out, Blair pulled off into a gas station. "Want anything to eat while we're in here," Sam turned around and asked. Dean and Melody both shook their heads in response. "You two have been quiet for most of this trip. Everything okay?"

"Peachy," they said in unison.

Sam raised an eyebrow, but didn't push the issue any further. He closed the door, following behind Blair into the store.

Melody let out an exasperated sigh, halfway hoping Dean would say something. Of course, though, he didn't. "How long are you gonna keep this up?" His only response was a scoff. "Dean, seriously? What's the problem?"

"You're kidding right," he chuckled dryly. "I went to kiss you, and you jumped out of the bed. A simple 'no' would have sufficed."

"Dean, I'm sorry," she reached across the seat and placed a hand on his. "I freaked out. The way I reacted was...excessive."

Dean moved his hand from under hers, running it through his hair. "Mel, you looked at me like I had three heads."

He was right. She probably could have done without the theatrics, but she panicked. Dean leaning in triggered her fight or flight reflex. "Dean, it wasn't like what you think." She looked over his shoulder to see Blair and Sam walking back towards the car. "Can we actually talk about this later?"

Huffing, he agreed. "Let's just get through this crap with Garth. No telling what he's gotten into."

Being that Sam and Dean already knew Garth, they went to the morgue to meet with the man, while Blair and Melody went to question the victims' dad.

After getting word that it didn't seem like much for an animal attack, the girls made their way inside the brewery where the victim worked. Marie, the manager, and Mr. McAnn's daughter, greeted them at the door. "Thanks for coming in on a Sunday, Marie," Blair beamed her friendly grin. "All of this belongs to your dad, right?"

She nodded. "And his friend, Randy Baxter," she added. "They own the place together, now."

"Now?" Melody chimed in from beside Blair.

"Well, since Dale died." Marie frowned slightly, looking over to the office where an employee was getting lectured about being late. "The charming Randy Baxter," she said quietly to the posing FBI agents. "He's actually a really nice guy. It's just not easy being the axe man."

They both murmured their understanding. "We've got a few questions for your father, if you'll excuse us," Blair grinned yet again, as they parted ways.

"Mr. McAnn," Melody greets as they walk into his office at Midwestern Brewery. "I'm Agent Fields, this is my partner Agent Makenna," she informed him. Her demeanor was a lot less sunny than that of her friend. "I promise we'll keep this brief." Mr. Jim McAnn nodded, with a sigh. Likely knowing already what they were there for. "Is there any reason to believe your son may have had enemies?"

"They said this was an animal attack," he narrowed his eyes, tilting his head a bit to the side.

Blair nodded, with yet another smile. "We're just trying to cover all of our bases here."

"I-I, no, I-," Jim stammered, trying to get ahold of himself.

Randy, who was still in the office as well, spoke up from where he was standing. "Let him get some rest, I'll answer any of your questions." Jim left, leaving the three standing there.