𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

077

Warning ⚠️ ⛔️ : there's some smutty smuts in this chap, so proceed with caution at the cringe that's soon to occur.

That tiz all I wanted to say. You may continue.

"So, you wanna fill us in on who that bitch was?" I chirp with a tight smile as the three of us exit out the bar.

"I don't really know. I only met her once. Meeting up with her again? I don't know, guys. It's weird."

"And what was she saying—I treat you like luggage? So what, you were bitching about me to some chick?"

"Yeah. Or how I left you like garbage on the side of the road, huh? What of that?" I ask coldly.

"Look, I'm sorry, guys. It was when we had that huge fight when I was in that bus stop in Indiana. But that's not the point—"

"Well is there any truth to what she's saying? Am I keeping you against your will, Sam?"

"No, of course not. Now, would you two listen?"

"What?!" We whine, stopping in front of him.

"I think there's something strange going on here, guys."

"Yeah, your right. I should've knocked her teeth in." I start back for the bar but Sam quickly stops me and pushes me back gently.

"No, Jen, I mean, like our kind of strange. Like maybe even a lead."

"Why's that?" I huff, brushing off my jacket.

"I met Meg weeks ago, literally on the side of the road, and now I run into her in some random Chicago bar. I mean, the same bar where a waitress was slaughtered by something supernatural. You don't think that's weird?" Sam rants. I slowly nod up and down in agreement.

"I don't know. Random conscience. It happens." Dean shrugs.

"No, no. Sam's got a point. I was getting weird vibes from her. Maybe it was the creepy smile that threw me off—or that pixie-"

"Oh, so we're gonna go off your vibes here? That it?" Dean teases. I roll my eyes.

"Oh, eat me, Winchester."

"That an invitation?"

"Dudes." Sam throws his hands up. I laugh at Dean's suggestive question.

"He's the dirty minded one." I point an accusing finger at Dean.

"Look...I could be wrong. I'm just saying that there's something about this girl that I can't quite put my finger on."

"But I bet you'd like to. But maybe she's not a suspect. May-maybe you got a thing for her, huh? Maybe you're thinking a little too much with your upstairs brain, huh?" Dean points down at Sam with a sly smile.

"See what I mean." I gesture to Dean.

"Do me a favor. Check and see if there's really a Meg Masters from Andover Massachusetts, and see if you can't dig anything up on that symbol on Meredith's floor."

"And what will you be doing?" I ask sassily, crossing my arms and leaning my weight on one foot.

"I'm gonna watch Meg." Sam says innocently.

"Oh my..." Dean cuts me off with a laugh, tilting back in amusement and I can't help but laugh a bit as well. His laugh was just contagious.