Supernatural Season Three: A Dean Winchester Love Story

The Magnificent Seven (2)

The Magnificent Seven (2)

Kylie's POV

Isaac and Tamara's place was less than homey, it was dark and dusted filled with lit candles as lighting. I was sat in a chair watching as they pulled out weapons, as if they were gearing up for a fight.

"Jenny!" My eyes went to Dean as he paced back and forth, phone to his ear. "That is a beautiful name. That's my sister's name, actually."

I rolled my eyes at his attempt to flirt, wondering who was dumb enough to actually fall for his pick up lines.

"Honey?" Isaac called. "Where's the Palo Santo?"

"Well, where'd you leave it?" Tamara asked from behind him, not looking away from her task.

"I don't know dear." He let out defeated and a little annoyed. "That's why I'm asking."

They were bickering as if they were trying to find his wallet, not as if they were trying to find a weapon that would stop evil.

"Palo Santo?" Sam asked.

"It's holy wood, from Peru. It's toxic to demons like holy water." She smiled bringing her duffle bag over. "Keeps the bastards nailed down while you're exorcising them."

She dug into the bag, pulling out a large, pointed stake. She handed it to her husband with an affectionate smile on her lips.

"Thank you dear." Isaac returned the smile.

"You'd lose your head if it wasn't for me." She teased playfully.

Was this what Dean and I were going to be like? Teasing each other affectionately over weapons and exorcisms?

"So, how long you two been married?" I asked from my chair.

"Eight years this past June." Tamara smiled happily.

"The family that slays together . . ." Isaac trailed with a laugh.

"Right. I'm with you there" Sam smiled. "So, how'd you get started?"

There was an awkward silence as Tamara and Isaac exchanged a look, clear that their start was anything but an easy one.

"I, uh, you know . . ." Sam went on awkwardly. "I'm sorry. It's not-that's none of my business."

I stood from my seat, standing next to Sam while Tamara shook her head, clearly not wanting to hurt Sam's feelings.

"No, no. It's-it's all right." She nodded before looking at me. "How long have you and Dean together?"

I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly, not used to talking openly about Dean and I having a relationship. "About a year now."

"Oh the happiest time for a couple." Tamara smiled.

"Well Jenny," I turned to look at Dean who was still on the phone, "if you look as pretty as you sound, I'd love to have an . . .'appletini'." He made a face at the name of the drink, making me take in a deep breath and turning back to Tamara.

"Oh yeah, definitely the happiest time." I rolled my eyes, making her giggle.

Dean finished on the phone and turned back to us. "That was the coroner's tech." He announced.

"And?" Sam pressed.

"Get this-the whole family, cause of death? Dehydration and starvation. There's no signs of restraint, no violence, no struggle." He put his hands on his hips. "They just sat down and never got up."

"But there was a fully stocked kitchen just yards away." Bobby pointed out.

"Right." I said with a shake of my head. "What is this? A demon attack?" I questioned.