Broken || Dean Winchester

16. Demon Deals.

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*Riley POV* 

"Well, you're officially in the Feds database." Sam sighed, looking at Dean.

Dean laughed and pumped a fist in the air. "Finally achieved something."

Riley rolled her eyes but she couldn't help but smile at him.

"It's not funny, Dean. This makes our job ten times harder how!" Sam argued.

"Anything on you two?" Dean asked, pointing between Sam and Riley.

"Me? Why would I be on there?" Riley raised a brow at him.

"Because for the last year, you've also been breaking into places, lying about your identity and killing people." Dean smirked.

"Has it really been a whole year?" Riley asked, her eyes going wide. She was sat on the small couch in the motel room, her legs extended across the seat.

"As of next Thursday." Dean nodded. Riley felt a hint of fondness towards Dean. She hadn't realised he'd taken note of the date she joined them or that he was keeping track.

"That's what you take from that?" Sam glared at her. "And no, there's nothing about me or Riley, yet."

"Anyway, we're getting off topic, what's our next case." Dean said. He lifted Riley's legs, sat down beside her and dropped them across his lap. Riley forced herself to ignore the tingling feeling she got when his hand rested on her bare shin.

"Sean Boyden the architect plummeted to his death from his home, which was a condo that he designed." Sam read aloud.

"Did someone or something push him?" Dean asked.

"No, but it says here he called animal control a few days before about some vicious, wild black dogs." Sam said. "Authorities couldn't find any dogs and no one saw anything."

"So he was seeing things?" Riley said.

"Maybe. He didn't show up to work after calling animal control. Two days later, he died." Sam said.

"What do you think he was seeing to make him jump off the top of a condo?" Riley asked, looking between the brothers.

Dean merely shrugged at her, but Sam actually had an answer for her.

"There are spectral black dogs all over the world. Some say they're animal spirits, others say they're death omens."

"Great, I'm officially scared of dogs." Riley rolled her eyes. 

Dean chuckled and patted her leg. "Don't worry, I doubt you're going to be mauled to death by a chihuahua." 

Riley snorted. "You haven't met Aunt Gladys's chihuahua, tiny little savage beast." 

"I think we should go and visit Sean's business partner." Sam said, drawing them back on topic. 

Dean cleared his throat and agreed. Riley swung her legs off of Dean's lap and went into the bathroom to change into something more appropriate. Somehow she couldn't imagine being taken too seriously in denim shorts and a cold shoulder t-shirt. Once she was dressed, she joined Sam and Dean at the table and they went over their plan. 

They arrived at the office of Sean's business partner. Riley followed Sam into the building and Dean walked behind her. They quickly found the office they were looking for and Sam knocked on the door. The door swung open. 

"Hi there, we're writing for Architectural Digest and wondered if we could ask you a few questions?" Sam said with a smile. 

The man agreed and opened the door wider to let them in. Riley felt Dean's hand on the small of her back and sucked in a breath. Dean didn't seem to notice however, so Riley kept her eyes forward and stood beside Sam in front of the man's desk.