More Than She Seems (Supernatural FanFiction)

Sexy Scientist

Rolling into the motel parking lot, the sunlight bounces off of the shining black and chrome of the Impala. Its growling rumble is cut short with a quick twist of the keys, the familiar squeak and clunk of the doors sound as they exit.

Mae looks over at Dean with a smirk. "A little different than the last time I got to sit in this beauty but amazing all the same."

Dean smiles to himself and a hint of red starts creeping up his neck and all he can mutter out is. "Yeah."

"Ok." Sam says, raising his eyebrow at the both of them. "Well, how are we going to work this out? There's usually only two beds in the room and I don't want to share with him."

"Umm..." She starts.

Dean's face scrunches up. "Yeah, I'm not sharing with you either, Sammy."

"Boys, I'll be getting my own room."

"But you need to be close." Dean blurts out. "I could take the couch."

Mae smiles at him and tucks some stray hair behind her ear. "Neighboring rooms will just have to do."

"I'll go and see what I can get." Sam leaves them to unload the bags.

Mae stretches and makes her way to the trunk of the car, Dean's eyes are locked on her motions, as he walks to unlock the trunk. She looks over at him and admires his body as he starts to take out the bags. Going to reach for her bag, their hands meet and the same electrifying feeling courses through them. Their eyes immediately snap to the others, both widened by shock, Dean's hand moves overtop of hers and she shudders. Her other hand begins to slowly reach up to his face, the anticipation and desire building between them.

This entrancing moment is interrupted by a familiar voice bringing the pair back to reality. "So guys, we're in luck they actually had two neighboring rooms but they aren't..."

He trails off looking between them and wonders why Mae's hand was raised in midair a few seconds ago. "You two ok?"

"Yeah of course." Dean brushes off Sam's probing look. "So what's up with the rooms?"

Sam gives him a sideways glance, but decides to explain it again. "We're good, got two rooms right next to each other."

"Good let's go." He replies, handing Sam his duffel.

Heading to their rooms, Sam suggests they change into 'FBI' clothes and start talking to the police about the disappearances. Nodding her head in agreement, she hopes what she packed will work.

"Meet back out here in fifteen and we'll get started." Sam says, tossing her the key to her room.

Fidgeting with her key, she nods. "Ok, fifteen."

Entering her room, she lays her bag on one of the twin beds. She immediately begins walking around the perimeter of the room with her head down muttering to herself. After a few minutes of this, she ceases her motions and looks up to the walls to see the freshly made symbols blazing across them.

Laying back on the bed she stares up at the ceiling, taking in a deep breath she releases it out as a long sigh. Safe ... for now. What have I gotten myself into? This guy has got me out of hiding, it could mean the death of me but he has me floating when I'm around him. Leaning up on her elbows, she bites her bottom lip as she wonders. What was up with him wanting me in the same room? Staring blankly at the wall for a few moments her mind races, slowly a smirk forms on her lips. Wouldn't mind waking up with him in the morning.

Sitting up she brings her bag over and starts rifling through it, looking for a few specific pieces of clothing that might pass as professional. She tilts her head as she lays them on the bed and shrugs her shoulders. It'll have to do. After quickly changing into her outfit, she looks it over in the mirror one last time before grabbing her bag and her key.

Poking her head out the door, she looks over and sees the boys, dressed and waiting for her between the two doors. Dean is leaning on the wall with his back to her talking to Sam, who is on his phone, bringing up the police reports.

Glancing up from his phone at the movement by her door, Sam's eyes bug out and his mouth parts a little. "You look great."

"Does this work?" She asks, as Dean spins around, his jaw going slack.

He takes in her tight, black pencil skirt, that perfectly hugs her curves, the white, satin blouse, with a few buttons left undone, showing off just a hint of cleavage, and a pair of black heels that completed her look. Her hair was in a messy updo and he couldn't help but think, Damn, she looks like a sexy librarian.

All he can manage to utter is. "Wow!"

Blushing, she brushes some loose hair off her face. "I'll assume that's a yes."

"It definitely works." Sam replies with a chuckle. "Let's get going."

The boys pivot to leave. "Wait!" She calls out, making them halt and turn to her once more. "I don't have a badge, will the police even talk to me?"

Scratching the back of his head Sam ponders aloud. "You could be our assistant." Taking one look at her face, he tries again. "Or, or an intern?"

Her face lights up. "Oh! Forensics."

"Huh?" Dean asks.

"That's a great idea!" Sam exclaims, then faces Dean. "It's crime solving with science."

"Oh ok, science." Sexy scientist, mmm mmm, works for me!