Dawson's Daughter | {BOOK 1}

16|Dean Looks Good in Green

"I don't like the way he was looking at you."

"Excuse me?"

"Craig. The way he was looking at you the entire time he was telling us about the house. I didn't like it," Dean grumbled.

"Oh really?" I smirked, crossing my arms across my chest.

"Yeah, really."

"Dean, you realize you look at girls like that all the time, right?"

We were up at the house investigating, and Dean had been uncharacteristically quiet until now. He had been trying to get an EMF reading, but the powerlines must have had a bit of juice left in them, because the meter was all screwy. I had to admit, I liked having Dean be the jealous one for once. Green was a good color on him.

"Yeah, well, I'm an adult. It's different when I do it."

"No, it's not," I scoffed. "Objectifying women doesn't magically become okay as soon as both parties are legal, Winchester."

Sam snickered from his spot closer to the porch.

"Whatever. Come on, let's go," Dean mumbled, putting the meter away.

We all made our way into the house and began looking around. Sure enough, just like some of the reports said, there were symbols covering practically every inch of the walls and floor. Dean let out a low whistle.

"Looks like old man Murdock was a bit of a tagger in his time."

"And after his time, too," Sam added, gesturing to a symbol. "That reverse cross has been used by Satanists for centuries, but this sigil of sulfur didn't show up in San Francisco until the '60s."

Dean stared at Sam incredulously for a minute.

"That is exactly why you never get laid," he said, moving across the room. "Hey, what about this one, you seen this one before?"

Sam and I both looked at the symbol he was pointing at. It was a cross with a dot in the middle and the bottom stroke looked like an upside down question mark.

"No," Sam shook his head.

"I have. Somewhere," Dean muttered, staring hard at the symbol.

I rubbed at one of the symbols, frowning.

"It's paint. Seems pretty fresh, too," I observed, but the boys weren't paying attention.

"I don't know, Sam. You know I hate to agree with authority figures of any kind, but... the cops may be right about this one."

"Yeah, maybe."

A sudden noise from the other room had all three of us on alert. We took up positions on either side of the door, Sam on one and Dean and I together on the other. Dean nodded, and we busted through, bright lights shining in our eyes.

"Oh, cut. It's just some humans," a guy's voice said.

The guy who spoke held a small electrical gadget, and the other guy was holding a camera, which he turned off.

"What are you guys doing here?" Gadget Guy asked us.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Dean countered.

"Ah ha ha," Gadget Guy laughed. "We belong here, we're professionals?"

"Professional what?" I asked.

"Paranormal Investigators," Gadget Guy told me smugly, handing all three of us business cards. "There you go, take a look at that, guys."

"Oh, you gotta be kidding me," Dean groaned.